That Croppy Itching

Transcript:
{Strong Bad is at the Compé. The wallpaper is a picture of Max to the Future.}

STRONG BAD: Check- Check- my EMAAAAAAAIIIIIIILS {double-clicks on the sbemail.exe icon}
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"Dear AWESOME Strong Bad the COOL!
are you feeling itchy?             
Pepsiboy                           
canada_____________________________

{Strong Bad reads "Awesome strong bad the cool" and he said "hey i love it" "are" as "R".}

STRONG BAD: {typing} wait, itchy? of course im not itchy what the heal did you said that?
{the phone is ringing, The camera whips to the opposite side of the Compé, and strong bad answers the phone}


STRONG BAD: {offscreen) Hello? Yeah, this is me, you wants pizza from the pizz? oh well ill meet you there, because the delivers went to errr, at there house.

{Cut to Marzipan's living room.}

HOMESTAR RUNNER: Marzipan? Marzipan? {Her closet door is boarded shut. Homestar's voice comes from within.} Can you let me out now again? {Knocks the door}

{cut to sam and max's office, and the camera is facing at the door}

STRONG BAD: special delivery {opens a door, holds a 5 pizz box and reads a note} for....sam and {looks at max} MAX?

MAX: hey strong bad

SAM: {grabs 5 pizz box from strong bad} thanks for the piss

STRONG BAD: IS THE PIZZ, and oh, GIVE ME YOUR TIPS.

{sam gives his money to strong bad, the black phone rings}

MAX: I GOT IT! I GOT IT! I {grabs to phone} ... got it? {answers the phone} Uh... hi?, Sure we wanna keep our Glazed McGuffin subscription for the next year, too. {simultaneously turning around to look at Sam, who was wriggling on the floor now, trying to reach that bluebryforsaken itching, Max threw the phone back on its place, then jumped on the chair that Sam had left empty to take a closer look at his canine partner.}

STRONG BAD: ....

MAX: Sam? Gee, what's gotten into you?

SAM: ...Grrr... itch... darn itch...

STRONG BAD: okay now i'm confused

MAX: me too

STRONG MAD: {appear from the right} ME TREEE! {sniff his nose and ran away}

MAX: hey i have an idea!

STRONG BAD: with wut?

{Title card: 2 hours later...}

{cut to the geek's basement lab, Max and Strong Bad pushed Sam onto the chute that was behind the opening, then jumped upon his partner's back and they raced down Freelance Police (and strong bad) came flying into the lab within seconds. They were gliding over the floor, Max steering the struggling Sam through a maze of tables and cupboards until he stopped exactly in front of the Geeks feet.

THE GEEK: {surprised} Woah, what's with the ruckus, guys? and... {point to strong bad} who the heck are you?

STRONG BAD: i am AWESOME STRONG BAD THE COOL, but you could call me strong bad, mah laday. {geek facepalm}

MAX: {jumped down from his make-do sledge, pulling at the Geeks shirt, screaming on top of his lungs} Something's wrong with Sam! I was knocked out from our couch's smell, but something must've happened then! You gotta help him! Help us! He's growling! And, the worst of it all: He ignored... {his voice went down to a whisper} the phone.

THE GEEK: {pointing to a nearby table} Quick! Get him up there!

STRONG BAD: OKAY!

{They pushed their canine friend upon the table with some effort and made quick work of Sam's jacket and shirt, now able to look at his back, the place where the whole ruckus-causing itch came from, Taking out a huge magnifier, the Geek quickly spotted the cursed cause.}

THE GEEK: It's... a flea? {Record scratch.}

STRONG BAD: WAIT *laughing* that itchying is on sam *laughing* ALL THE TIME! *laughing hardly* BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! {Stops laughing}.

SAM: {snarled in a very un-Sam way} Well Get him off!

MAX: Ooh, he's so cute! I'll call him Sammy. Can I keep him? Can I, can I?

SAM: {overlapping max, and growled} NO!

THE GEEK: Hold him down, Max. I'll do my best to get this thing off.

*Max jumped on Sam's back, holding his partner down but still leaving enough space between his feet for the Geek to operate.*

STRONG BAD: GEEK! Are you sure this will work!?

THE GEEK: {maniacally} I have no idea {pulled out a tool that looked like a cross between tweezers and tongs and, with the help of the magnifying glass, tried to get a grib of the small black evil-doer.}

ANNOUNCER: Sammy in the lead. Geek comes from right, she pulls nearer, grabs!... Ooh, neat avoidance play from Sammy, still in the lead. He's going for the shoulder- but here's Geek again, coming from right behind him, she's steadily growing faster, it's neck and neck, people. She's going for the grab and- YES, victory, the match is over, it is done, what an amazing gameplay the world has never seen in this way before, but it's over people, the Geek has done it!

{While Max went on rambling, the Geek put the jumpy flea in a glass that she quickly closed.}

SAM: {finally relaxed, pushed Max from his back and sat} Phew, thanks Geek. That sure was a last-minute rescue.

{The Geek just smiled in response and watched as Sam}

STRONG BAD: and now i'm out of here.

{now as calm as always, took the panting Max and went to the stairs, also strong bad walks home.}

{cut back to the computer room}

STRONG BAD: {typing} so there you have it pepsiboy, i'm not getting itch, so that should't been happen, seriously AWESOME STRONG BAD THE COOL!

*cut to sam and max house at night, Sam and Max were sitting on the couch, watchin TV as always.}

MAX: sam

SAM: Yeah, little buddy?

MAX: *scratching his ear* I got an itching at my ear.

*cut to the Basement. Strong Bad is lying on the couch*

STRONG BAD: *scratching his butt* oh fack.

{Title card: THE END.}

{The Compé-per comes up}