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| - Announcer: This is an emergency alert. A freak storm is moving towards the city. Citizens are advised to stay in. Techmo:(Taking pictures) Haha, yes! Wait till the followers of my extreme weather blog see this. (Through the camera lens, multiple things are seen flying around the tornado then a hot air balloon comes into view) Techmo: What the? (Techmo zooms in and sees a guy in the hot air balloon.) Techmo: Oh, no. (Scene goes to the Park and Benson is getting everyone into the basement.) Benson: (Using megaphone) Okay everybody, this is not a drill. The tornado is gonna hit us in minutes, go, go, go! Mordecai and Rigby: (Come around the corner) Wait up! Benson: (Using megaphone) Whoa, you guys actually got the emergency supplies? Rigby: We got every kind of pizza pouch son! Mordecai: Pepperoni pizza pouch, sausage pizza pouch, pepperoni sausage pizza pouch. Benson: All you brought were pizza pouches?! Mordecai: Well, yeah. Check this out though, tornado ready pizza pouch. Benson: I'll yell at you later. Now get in! (The hot air balloon is seen crashing into the trees and the guy is seen falling to the ground) Benson: Oh my gosh! (Benson and Rigby run to the guy) Skips: Hey, what's going on? Mordecai: Someone just ate it in the trees! (Mordecai and Skips run to help Benson and Rigby.) Benson: Lift! (They lift the guy, bring him into the basement and close the basement doors) Skips: Spread out, spread out! (They set the guy down and Mordecai pulls the hat up; it reveals that the guy is a yeti and Skips goes up to him) Pops: Skips, who is that young rapscalien? Skips: It's me. (Everyone gasps and the lights go out; Scene goes to later when the tornado passes and the Park is wrecked from the storm) Muscle Man: So you're teenage Skips from the 18th century? Walks: Tis true, but my name is Walks. Skips: He's from before I changed my name to Skips. Benson: How did you get here? Walks: I was with my friend Sampson, and we were engaging in my favourite pastime. Stormchasing. Walks: (laughs) What a thril! Sampson: (drawing the tornado) Wait'll the readers of my bog book see this! Walks: Sampson! Tis' unfortunate to be your log book, I'm flying closer to the tornado, or my name isn't Walks! Tally ho! (flies into the tornado) Sampson: Walks, no! You are a novice! (echoes) Walks: "You are a novice!" And that's the last thing I remember. Skips: I don't know how you're here, but if we don't return you to the past, a whole chain of events will never happen. Walks: What are you on about? Skips: In the years after the balloon incident, you change your name, meet some giant baby, yadda yadda yadda, and spoiler alert: you become immortal. If you're here, that never happens. In 24 hours, time is gonna catch up to me and I'll age rapidly and die! (to Mordecai and Rigby) Eh, don't you guys have a time machine? Rigby: Sure, we had a bunch of 'em. But Mordecai broke 'em over a girl who ended up leaving him. Mordecai: Hey, it was meutral. Rigby: That's what they all say. Rigby (continued): Ow! Skips: How about you, Muscle Man? You tend to know a guy. Muscle Man: Yeah, I know a guy with time machines. He's real good. His dad basically invented 'em. Benson: Alright, so what are we waiting for? Muscle Man: You got cash? Benson: I'll do you one better. Muscle Man: You know who else is easily impressed by cat cheques? My mom! Yes! Skips: Alright! You guys go, we'll keep an eye on Walks. Walks: This grows tiresome. What's say we have a bit of fun? You there, what do you enjoy doing? Skips: I like to read. Walks: Ugh. Whatever events led me to be such a bore I hope to never find out. Mordecai: Hey, lay off! Skips is cool! Rigby: Yeah, you should see the work he does! Walks: Work? Skips: General upkeep, repairs, landscaping, manual labour, helping people around the park. Walks: Helping people? I'll never help people. Walks (continued): My name is Walks, as in Walks never helps people! Skips: You can't leave! Walks: Why do you arrest me so? Skips: If you learn too much about our time, you could alter history. Walkss: Nonsense. Walks (continued): Release me! Skips: It's for your own good! Walks: Ye be not my father! Walks (continued): To think I should turn into you. A doddering old fool with no sense of adventure. I'll never change my name to Skips. Skips: It's okay, you can't help being like this. You'll grow out of it one day. Walks: Hey there, chaps. Pray tell, uh, what are doing? Mordecai: Playing video games. Walks: My word! Mordecai: Yeah, man. Give it a try. Walks: Unbelievable! This device...is it powered by hot air as well? Rigby: Totally. Here, slam one of these. Walks: Tally-hooooooo! This is the future I can get behind! Pops: Are you alright? Skips: Uh, yeah. I'll be fine. Skips (continued): What? Skips (continued): No, no! The timeline is catching up. Muscle Man: No go, bro. Turns out my boy went back in time and bumped into his dad, and then his parents never met. I guess he faded from existence or something. You know how it goes. Pops: Now what do we do? Mordecai: We've got some ideas. Rigby: Yeah, we can order one. It only takes six weeks to ship. Or was is six months? Mordecai: I've heard good thing about the Bermuda Triangle. Skips: No, no! The only way is to catch up to the storm. Send him back the way he came. Rigby: I was totally about to suggest that. Mordecai: Yeah. Let's do that. Skips: It's impossible without state-of-the-art stormchasing equipment. Pops: Oh, I've got some. Skips: No. There's only one person who has what we need, and I don't even know if he still chases storms. Techmo: Did you see it? Skips: Techmo! Walks: Sampson! Techmo: When I saw the balloon, I knew to come here. Techmo (continued): Oh no, Skips' balloon. I need to go to the park. Mordecai: So you know about the tornado? Techmo: Timenado. I was with Walks when he caught in the 1700s. Techmo (continued): It was the baddest storm we ever chased. And now it's back. Rigby: You're a technomancer and a storm chaser? Techmo: Yes. Rigby: Could you be any cooler? Techmo: Does having a panini maker in my arm answer your question? Rigby: Uh huh. Techmo: There'll be plenty more time to compliment me later. We got a timenado to catch. Mordecai, Rigby, Skips, Walks and Techmo: Tallyhoooo! Walks: What matter of carriage is this? Where have you hidden the horses? Mordecai: Uh, it's a secret. Mordecai, Rigby, Techmo and Walks: Skips! Techmo: Mordecai, I need you to take the console. Rigby: Dude, he's fading. Techmo: Talk to him! Walks: Uhh, stop dying, you old fool! Techmo: Uh, Skips, remember when I was possessed by a computer virus, and then we had an epic sledgehammer battle? Walks: What? Did that really happen? Mordecai: How about when you defeated Klorgbane with the Fists of Justice? Skips: Yeah, that was awesome. Rigby: Or, or, when you saved our skins by being mind-blowingly heroic? Which is like, every day. Walks: Huh. Perhaps you aren't as meek as I thought. Walks (continued): Eh, nice work. Mordecai: Techmo, it's moving into delta quadrant! Techmo: Roger. Techmo (continued): Talk to me. Mordecai: North east! Techmo: Timenado visual confirmed! Mordecai, Rigby, Skips and Walks: Whooooaaa. Techmo: Proceed with Phase 2. Techmo: Alright, Walks! Once you're in your balloon, Mordo and Rigs'll ease you into the core of the timenado! You'll find a portal home there! Walks: Skips, I can tell that living our life will be the greatest adventure of all, But I'm still not changing m name. Skips: You just gotta...(inhales) meet the right girl. Mordecai: Walks! What took ya? Walks: Nothin'! Mordecai: Hey! Do you have something under your jacket? Walks: Art thou a judge? Am I on trial here? Rigby: Dude! Our pizza pouches! Mordecai: Hand 'em over and nobody gets-
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