(One day at Paulet Island, Michael and his friends are chilling in Esequiel's lab, right after hopping on Charles' bed the other day, Michael got a new plan to hop on Charles' bed again after the old one broke)
Michael: *record on camera* Hey guys. It's Michael here. Remember the other day when I hop on my dad's bed? This time, I'm gonna do it again for the sake that he has gotten a new bed and we're gonna hop on him once more on his new bed.
Esequiel: Hey Michael. Got yourself some fish?
Michael: Oh. Sorry. I was talking to the camera.
Bridgette: We left you some fish sticks for you.
Michael: Oh thanks. *eat some fish sticks* Still good to this day.
Josesito: My man, what are you planning to do today?
Michael: Guys, remember when we hop on Charles' bed over a Hop on Pop challenge? Either the book or the challenge.
Esequiel: You said you read the Hop on Pop book which lead you to jump on Charles' bed for a funny wake-up call.
Michael: I heard dad got a new bed. I am thinking about jumping on his new bed like the old one.
Bridgette: What? You're crazy. How are you going to hop on his new bed?
Esequiel: You're loco. Charles is strict for everything and whatever he do, he's gonna rage on a freak out.
Josesito: He'll kill you, like all the pranks and jokes you throw on him.
Michael: Come on. Hopping on Charles is funny and now you're not gonna take it seriously?
Bridgette: We need a break from your dad.
Esequiel: Why not go to the pool and swim while we're at it.
Josesito: I save you a nest on your own if you were ever given a mate and have chicks.
Michael: Guys. One last time. We can hop on his new bed, together. I want to give him a pay back after he tried to slaughter us the last time I hopped on his bed.
Esequiel: Ugh. Fine. Whatever. He's gonna kill you. That'll be in your funeral.
Michael: Guys, please. I can finish out the old one. I can start the new one by hopping on his new bed.
Josesito: You did the old one and now you're gonna do the new one from scratch.
Bridgette: Do we really have to do this?
Michael: Don't burst my pickles. We'll try to wake up dad and give him a laugh.
Bridgette: Are you sure? Can we believe you on that?
Michael: Yes. Get the ladder. Tonight we hop on pop... again!
Esequiel: I dare you.
Josesito: Hope we survive and not get razors like last time.
Michael: Tonight's the night. C'mon folks!
(Michael's gang get the ladder and camera and head over to Charles' house by night time as Charles is about to sleep in his new bed after a long day)
Charles: After idiots hopping on my bed and breaking down on me. I got myself a new bed. If anything bad happen to the bed, we're gonna have a big problem and no, Michael and his shenanigans ain't showing up tonight to give me a hop on pop. Never gonna happen in a million of years. Goodnight. *sleep*
Michael: *outside* Shh. We can whisper when we get to the house.
Esequiel: Is it going to work out like the last one?
Michael: It is like the last one. Get in.
Bridgette: Right at ya, sir. *she open the door for the gang to get into the house*
Josesito: Now to his room. *enter Charles' room*
Michael: Wow. Look at his new bed.
Josesito: It look good.
Esequiel: It's even bigger than the small one.
Bridgette: I like the old one better.
Charles: *try to sleep* Who's making all that fuzz in my dreams?
Esequiel: Shhhh. He's awake.
Josesito: He don't know that we're in his room.
Bridgette: Open the ladder.
Michael: Video's on and filming is about to start. *open the ladder and get on it*
Esequiel: Lights, cameras, action! *turn on the lights*
Charles: *cover his face* Aw man. What time is it? Is Lovelace coming over to perform?
Michael: Hop on Pop! *jump on the bed*
Charles: What?
Michael: Dad, it's Hop on Pop.
Charles: Huh? It's stupid!
Michael: The bed didn't break this time.
Charles: So what?
Michael: *jump on the bed* Hop on pop, hop on pop!
Charles: The heck are you doing boy?
Michael: Hop on pop, hop on pop, hop on pop!
Charles: Get out of my bed!
Michael: Guys! Join the fun and hop on pop with me!
Esequiel: For my best friend! *jump on the bed*
Charles: Hey, best friend! Quit jumping on my bed! It cost million of stones to own a bed like a pebble tree!
Esequiel: Hop on pop!
Michael: Hop on pop!
Josesito: Hop on pop! *jump on the bed, only to hear a crack* Oh, I can hear a crack.
Charles: You broke my gosh darn bed again!
Michael: Without two mattresses attracted, it really make a big hole out of this mark.
Esequiel: Oh, there it went.
Charles: YOU BROKE MY GOSH DARN BED AGAIN!
Bridgette: Oh, my god.
Esequiel: We're acting like sitting ducks here.
Josesito: We look more like sitting skuas now.
Charles: Get outta my bed! *get off his bed*
Michael: Where you going pops?
Charles: YOU DESTROY MY BED! *hold a sword to destroy the bed*
Bridgette: *scream* Ah!
Michael: *scream with everyone out of the bed* Ah!
Josesito: Hold on!
Esequiel: The bed's cracking.
Charles: You destroy my bed! You hella crackings of a lackings! Son of a gum!
Michael: Man, it's like the whole iceberg is being tipped to flip over like what happen with the iceberg from Club Penguin.
Esequiel: I can't even get off the bed.
Charles: Ha. That's what happen when you broke the bed and be stuck on a hole.
Josesito: It's ain't funny now. It look like we took it too far to hop on the bed for a bed.
Charles: GETOUTTAMYBEDORIOUTTAFUMBLETHEHECKOUTOFYOU! *destroy the bed*
Esequiel: Yikes!
Charles: Get outta my god damn bed now!
Josesito: Jump off!
Charles: Oh, you broke it. You ruined it. There you have it! Take it from here! Now I got a bed you whooper snappers!
Michael: Dad, stop! I was buying you a new bed!
Bridgette: Stop! It was just a joke.
Esequiel: Leave it alone. You can't go out of control if you don't stop being angry as a elephant seal.
Josesito: Please, no. We don't need another Noah from Penguin-Land. Control your anger like the elders back home.
Charles: NOW I GOT NO BED! NOW I GOTTA SLEEP ON THE FLOOR!
Esequiel: You should have sleep on the nest like everyone else back at the bed.
Charles: Without a bed, I gotta sleep in a god damn cave!
Bridgette: You're like the only penguin that live in a house and no one from the nesting grounds live in a house but you!
Charles: Screw the nests, I'm more of a bed person.
Josesito: You don't have to throw a hissy fit over a fuss, dude.
Charles: Oh the heck yeah. YOU NEVER OWN ME A PENNY LIKE WHAT YOUR MAMAS USED TO DO BACK IN THE DAYS!
Michael: Oh jeez. It's the Garbage Fish situation all over again.
Charles: You hella owning me something for a reward. *go to his closet*
Esequiel: What are you doing?
Josesito: We can't fix it now. The ice is easy to break and we can't fix nothing, but ice melt to water.
Charles: *hold a blade* I GOTTA HELLA SWORD YOU FOR A BLADE FOR A BED!
Esequiel: What are you doing?
Charles: DESTROY THE BED! *cut the bed*
Michael: What are you? Puss in Boots?
Bridgette: Jeez.
Charles: I gotta hella mess with the bed if it weren't for the people at Warner Bros. giving me a new deal! *smash the bed*
Michael: Iceberg Crisis.
Charles: You own me a new bed! I'm gonna get you like a motha suppa fish from the deli. How about I cook you a gosh darn bed? Look what time it is?
Esequiel: I don't know. Midnight?
Josesito: It seem late now.
Charles: You can hop on pop. But you can hop on pop on the floor! *hop on the pop*
Michael: And now you hop on pop. Great.
Charles: Turn off the lights and turn off the camera now! Get out of my house! I'm tired!
Esequiel: Fine. *turn off the lights* Iceberg. Throwing anger issues in the middle of the night where everyone is sleeping?
Charles: You better keep your mouth shut to the mamas and papas of the world.
Michael: You seriously have been that angry ever since babysitting at Montay's cave in Cape Adare.
Charles: I got something for you to crush. *try to tilt the lid over*
Esequiel: Man, stop.
Michael: It's gonna flip your head out.
Bridgette: You're gonna get hit in the head.
Charles: You're gonna get hit in the head. You all deserve to get hit in the head.
Josesito: You wanna fight?
Charles: Squeeze it up!
Esequiel: Come on Charles. We're adults! Not babies!
Josesito: Cho Cho is a baby for example.
Charles: I gotta sleep on the floor! Like a freaking leopard seal!
Bridgette: You look like you're sleeping on the bed despite the pieces being broken.
Charles: The ice ain't fixing unless you're a plumber like Super Mario.
Esequiel: Calm down.
Charles: Grrrr. *grunt* Come on. That's better.
Josesito: Ugh. I told you we shouldn't do this.
Michael: I made the bed even worse not.
Charles: *see the bed cracking* What the? *see the lid falling* What the plum?! *get hit on the bed's lid* Ah!
Michael: Dad!
Bridgette: He got hit in the head.
Josesito: Pull back!
Esequiel: Move the lid! *move the lid and check on Charles* Charles, you're okay?
Michael: We jump on the bed, destroy it, and made him destroy the rest. He didn't have to destroy it like a chick being spoiled for presents.
Bridgette: Is he okay?
Josesito: Check his head and see if it's functioning?
Esequiel: His head is okay. But he's not getting up.
Michael: Is he dead?
Esequiel: No! I'm gonna use some salt peppers on him.
Josesito: What are you doing?
Bridgette: You're gonna make him sneeze.
Esequiel: Please make it work. *use salt peppers on Charles*
Charles: *wake up* GETOUTTAMYMOTHAFISHINGHOUSE!
Esequiel: He's alive!
Michael: Thank god he's okay!
Charles: GET OUTTA MY HOUSE! YOU DESTROY THE BED! YOU NEVER COME BACK HERE EVER AGAIN!
Bridgette: We should run!
Josesito: Go! *he and his friends run out of the house*
Charles: I'M THROWING YOU AWAY NOW! GET OUT!
Esequiel: See ya Charles.
Michael; Bye pops. Enjoy your hop on pop.
Bridgette: That's it. We're outta here.
Josesito: Behave yourself.
Charles: YOU AIN'T FIXING WITH DUCT TAPE!
(Michael's gang escape Charles' house after jumping on his bed the second one and head back to Esequiel's lab to cool down after a brief meltdown)
Michael: Shoot. We got away with this meltdown.
Esequiel: Alright. That's it. No more hopping on pops.
Josesito: It's all good now.
Bridgette: At least, it was pretty funny that we jumped on his bed. *giggle*
Michael: We'll never jump on new beds again.
Esequiel: Never ever.
Josesito: Like, fave, subscribe.
Bridgette: See you later my friends until next time. *wink eye*
(The next day at Charles' house, Charles and Checker check on the bed, realizing it's broken and replacing it with a new one)
Charles: Checker, look what these kids done to my bed.
Checker: They hop on you, right?
Charles: They ruined my baby once more. First my old one, now my new one. How am I going to live for the rest of my life?
Checker: The problem is, when it's cracked, you can't fix it.
Charles: No penguin can fix the bed. I'm sorry. The ice parts is frozen and cannot rebuild itself.
Checker: Oh jeez. I'm gonna have to give you a new bed.
Charles: Do it. *moments later, he and Checker place the new bed on the bedroom*
Checker: There. I got you a new bed so can you whine and complain happily ever after. Got it?
Charles: Thanks a lot. Look like my new baby is ready to lay down like a pillow. *lay on the new bed* Ah. Peacefully perfect.
Checker: You got your new bed now. Are you happy now?
Charles: Yes! I'm happy now! Woo!
Checker: Whatever. Take care of the new bed and do not break it like last time. You will not have a bed again if you keep breaking it like last time.
Charles: It won't break. I promise. It never break on day one.
Checker: Try to be safe with it. *leave*
Charles: And goodbye! *rest* Ah. No more hopping on pops and jumping on beds like little monkeys. Now I can have a peaceful nap without any disturbance.
Checker: Who needed a bed when you broke one for a hop. *leave the house*
THE END