Oshawott was shown inside his bedroom at the mansion. He was lying lazily in his king-size bed, his silver, overheating laptop covering the bright violet sheets. He moaned and threw his head back and banged his skull on the durable wooden surface. He moaned a second time and rubbed his head. He moved his flipper along the mouse and left-clicked exhaustedly.

A purrloin continuously chanting the word "nyan" began to play on-screen.

Oshawott's tired, reddened eyes sprang up. "That is so annoying…" He muttered. "But… must… click… on… next… video…"

Snivy cracked the tall, white door open and peered in to the room.

Oshawott weakly looked up with his bloodshot eyes. "It's over nine thousand…" His voice trailed off.

Snivy facepalmed and sighed deeply. "Oshawott. I thought we got over this phase in middle school." He folded his arms. "It's not healthy to watch internet videos all night. Go out and get a life, dude. Who knows, maybe you'll get a good one… like mine."

Oshawott's eyes focused on Snivy way too quickly for someone who just pulled an all-nighter. "Snivy. I thought we got over this phase in middle school." He droned mockingly. "It's not healthy to have such a big ego. Go out and lose some self-esteem, dude. Who knows, maybe you'll lose a lot… like me."

Snivy smirked. "You're saying you have low self-esteem?"

Oshawott gave Snivy a cold glare. "You do what you want; I'll do what I want."

"Am I the only one who has a life anymore?" Snivy sighed. "You watch internet videos all night, and Tepig only eats pizza and sleeps 24/7."

"I heard that, man!" Tepig called from another room in the mansion.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" Snivy countered.

"…Good point." Tepig admitted. Snoring was heard afterwards.

Oshawott's gaze shifted back to the laptop screen as he clicked on a different video. "Teddiursa with a funny talent…"

"What makes that stuff so cool, anyways?" Snivy muttered. He sat down next to Oshawott.

The laptop played a video of a young Teddiursa wiggling her eyebrows to the tune of some music.

Oshawott chuckled bizarrely as he stuffed his face with potato chips.

Snivy raised his own eyebrows, as if to copy her. Needless to say, he epically failed. "Well, uh… anyone could do that. Especially me. That chick was just bored and recorded herself being stupid. Anyone could make a viral video that way."

"Then why don't you make one…?" Oshawott muttered back. "If it's so easy…"

"…Fine, then." Snivy decided. "I'll make one. The internet will benefit from my beauty. Why shouldn't a soul so kind contribute to the absolute gorgeousness of the internet? I'm glad I thought of it."

Oshawott looked up at Snivy and chortled. "I got your first idea: Snivy Fails At Making a Viral Video."

"Nice one." Snivy scoffed sarcastically. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go rip off other viral videos in hopes of making my own viral web video."

"Nice one." Oshawott returned, just as sarcastically as his egoistic friend. "Have fun with that. Now… get out."

"Or what?" Snivy pressed. "You'll use your laziness abilities?"

Oshawott burped directly at Snivy's face.

Snivy gagged as his face turned even more green. "I thought only Tepig's breath smelled that bad…" He backed out of the room in silence.

"Yeah, you better go!" Oshawott called after him.

Tepig and Snivy were shown outside the next morning, Snivy wearing a loose-fitting shirt with his face on it. It read "SNIVY," with the "S" backwards.

Tepig was shown standing behind the small, gray camera. "So, dude… it is on?"

Snivy facepalmed. "Yes, Tepig… it is on."

Tepig beamed. "And it's supposed to be on!" He concluded. "Right, man?"

Snivy muttered a profanity and tried to control his temper. "No, Tepig. No, it is not. You weren't supposed to turn it on until I told you to."

Tepig stared at the narcissistic plant-type blankly. "…When will that be, dude?"

Snivy scowled and was about to say something very naughty, when Oshawott walked in.

"Oshawott!" Snivy exclaimed in great relief. "Can you man the camera? Tepig's being kind of… incompetent."

Oshawott raised an eyebrow. "All you have to do is press record and leave the camera there… whatever." Oshawott did as he just stated and backed away.

Snivy ran up to the camera and began screaming into it. "I'm going to go swimming later! My dad is in jail! I like Judy! Kevin sucks! Ahhhhhh!" He shrieked.

Oshawott sighed deeply, "Sheesh. That's incredibly annoying."

Tepig nodded. "And inaccurate." He added.

Snivy folded his arms. "Turn off the camera." He managed through clenched teeth.

Oshawott rolled his eyes and flicked the camera off.

Snivy was shown, editing the footage he shot earlier that day.

Oshawott approached him. "How you doing, you weed?"

Snivy ignored the rude comment and clicked his computer mouse. "For your information, I just uploaded the world's newest viral video." He clicked the mouse a second time.

The video he shot began to play, sounding even more annoying in its final cut.

It was practically identical to the rough draft, excluding the time at the end where Snivy ordered for the camera to be switched off… and, of course, Snivy's voice. It was so extremely high-pitched that it would likely shatter glass and send creatures with sensitive hearing screaming for their lives.

Oshawott facepalmed. "Check the views in the morning. If it's not at least a million, you've failed bro."

Snivy chuckled cockily. "That will not happen."

The trio of millionaires was shown the following morning at their breakfast table.

Snivy took out his laptop and let it boot up on top of his waffles. "Dude." He called to Oshawott. "Get ready to be proven wro—"

He was suddenly cut off by reading a nasty comment and depressing amount of views.

"How many views?" Oshawott scoffed rudely.

"Four..." Snivy muttered meekly. "…I'm going to go try again." He trekked out of the room as Oshawott went over to the laptop.

"Haha, someone told him he sucks." He giggled. "What kind of username is Hogwarts, though?"

Tepig winced. "That was me, dude…"

Snivy was later shown standing in front of a green screen, a professional-looking camera person behind the camera.

"Okay, Snivy…" The person uttered. "And… action."

Snivy cleared his throat and began to blab on, like in his previous viral video attempt. "Yeah, so, I recently saw this video that got like two million views in just two days! So, like, it's of something really stupid that probably wouldn't get anymore views if I weren't talking about it right now! Without further ado, here's said video." He waited for a moment.

"Um, sir…" The camera person informed. "We don't have an editing team."

Snivy facepalmed. "Surely someone as great as I would be able to get a simple editing team. Well, whatever. There's another video in the toilet." He began to march out of the room when he was stopped by Oshawott.

"Looks like you didn't even make it online this time around…" Oshawott observed. "Third time's the charm, eh?"

Snivy narrowed his eyes. "…This isn't over, Aqua-Lad. Mark my words…" He shoved the water-type out of his path and departed from the building.

Snivy was, of course, seen with another attempt to create a viral video. He and Tepig were shown in a bright crimson parked car, Tepig in the driver's seat and Snivy in the back seat, on the right side.

Tepig squinted at the camera and thought for a minute. "Okay, man… it's rolling, or whatever."

Snivy cleared his throat once again and began spinning his head around. "I feel funny… I have two fingers… everything's blurry… is this going to be forever?"

Snivy and Tepig were shown at the house soon after, crowded around Snivy's laptop.

"Dude, are you almost done, like, editing…?" Tepig asked.

Snivy shook his head. "At least another two hours."

Tepig moaned and marched out of the bedroom.

"Hey!" Oshawott called from outside. "Snivy!"

Snivy rolled his eyes and left his station to look out on the balcony.

He found Oshawott holding a small video camera. "Just thought I'd use some of my fortune to get you a pity gift." He informed smugly. "Maybe with this camera, you'll be able to make a viral video!"

Snivy rolled his eyes once more. He leaned against the balcony. "Oshawott, that sounds like something I would say. It just doesn't work for y—"

He was interrupted by a cracking sound. Suddenly, the balcony broke to pieces and fell to the floor, taking Snivy with it.

Snivy moaned in pain. "Someone help me! This shouldn't happen to someone so beautiful!"

Ambulance sirens began to sound as his cry for aid resounded abundantly.

Snivy was later shown laying in a hospital bed, his two comrades looking at his pale lime face, Oshawott tapping away at his cell phone. "Sweet!" He exclaimed. "Seven million views already."

Snivy shot daggers at the small water-type. "You're checking out those stupid viral videos again? While I just lie here in pain?"

Oshawott beamed coyly and held the phone down to Snivy's field of vision. "I think you may enjoy this one."

Snivy gasped in horror as footage of him falling from the now-destructed balcony unfolded before his very eyes. "Y-you… uploaded that?"

Oshawott smirked and nodded slowly. "Mm-hmm. Turns out I had the camera on when it happened. Lucky, huh?"

Snivy's right eye twitched.

Oshawott chuckled as if he were amused by this, which, of course, he was. "Looks like you made a viral vid after all, Snivy. I hope you're happy."

Snivy growled and began to thrash violently around the bed.

Tepig looked up and asked Oshawott, "Want to go get something to eat, man?"

Oshawott nodded as the two left the hospital room, leaving Snivy in his own self-pity and anger.

Snivy continued to thrash about until he hit his head on the headrest and went out cold on his bed.