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One Day...
Pen and Eraser are sleeping on a bunk bed; Pen on the bottom bunk, and Eraser on the top. undefined

[Alarm goes off] (Pen reaches to turn off the alarm clock, but the button he presses doesn't make the alarm stop, so he repeatedly taps it) (Pen raises his fist, and it goes through the alarm clock, which electricutes him, and he falls face flat on the floor)
 * Pen: Ugh...
 * Eraser: [From atop] Y'know, you can just unplug it from the socket.
 * Pen: But it's too far... [Tapping faster]
 * Eraser: Pen, don't--
 * Pen: *cough*
 * Eraser: Darnit, Pen, that's the third time this week!


 * Pen: *lifts up head* Week... [realizing] Eraser, we're late for school!
 * Eraser: Well, it's about time you used something other than triple dots at the end of your sentences! That was actually getting annoying.
 * Pen: What?
 * Eraser: Umm...
 * Pen: Nevermind, i'm going downstairs. [He tries walking to the stairs, but Eraser grabs him by his cap] Dude, what the heck!?
 * Eraser: [climbing down bunkbed ladder] Didn't you hear? It's PAundefined day today, which means no school, which means we get to stay home, which means video games for the rest of the day and tomorrow! [huge smile] Oh, and if I were you, I wouldn't go to school looking like that.undefined
 * Pen: I fell asleep in class yesterday because of video games. I stayed up all wednesday night playing Object zorxundefined 2. The teacher didn't notice me sleeping, right?

(Flashback. Everyone is in class. Pen is sleeping, and Blocky and Marker are drawing on his face.)
 * Eraser: Riiiiiight.
 * Mr. Moonundefined: Now, if 30 moons are equivalent to 2.43 years, then can someone please find out what the anwer is if you divide that by 2?
 * Match: Yeah, like, is this math or science? 'Cause that, like, seemed like a mathy question, and I thought I was in science class.
 * Mr. Moon: Okay, first of all this is math and science. Also known as SciMath. Second of all, "mathy" isn't a word, but it's a nickname I like to call your math teacher, Mr. Mc2.undefinedThirdly, why are Blocky and Marker drawing on Pen's face?
 * Match: I dunno. Don't ask me.
 * Pencil: Pen's asleep, Mr. Moon, sir. [to Match] Now that's what I call respect. That's what you gotta give the teacher, or he'll--
 * Match: Like, who cares about respecting the teacher?
 * Mr. Moon: [ignoring] Boys, what is the meaning of this?
 * Marker: [gratefully] I'm making a tattoo, just for him! I'm such a good friend!
 * Blocky: I'm vandalizing his face with markers just for fun! Haha! Let's see how he likes it!

(In the hallway. Blocky and Marker are dragging Pen along the ground as he is still in a very deep sleep) (End of flashback)
 * Mr. Moon: How insensitive! Both of you! Detention for an hour!undefined And take Pen to the boys' washroom to wash that bad example off of his face!
 * Marker: [carrying Pen's arm] Wow, he's still sleeping. He's a heavy sleeper!
 * Blocky: [carrying Pen's other arm] Not only is his sleeping heavy; so is his unconscious self!
 * Marker: [sigh] I just wish we wouldn't have to wash this tremendous deed of friendship off. I worked really hard on it.
 * Blocky: All you did was draw a mustache and a lightning bolt on his forehead.undefined And what was Mr. Moon talking about when he said "bad example"? That was the perfect example of a bully!
 * Marker: He meant that was a bad example of a good student, Mr. I-am-a-moron-and-all-i-did-was-draw-ridiculous-scribbles-and-bad-words-all-over-marker's-beautiful-and-sophisticated-art!
 * Blocky: Why, indeed you are a moron!
 * Pen: My face felt kinda wet when i woke up.

(They somehow teleport to the kitchen)
 * Eraser: Yeeeaaah.
 * Pen: You're acting weird, Eraser.
 * Eraser: Uuuuuuuuh, let's go eat lunch, I mean breakfast!
 * Pen: Did we just-
 * Eraser: Hi, Mrs. Pen's Mom!
 * Inkundefined: Oh please, call me Ink.undefined
 * Polystyreneundefined: Yeah, don't call her a "Mrs." [whispering] She does'nt have a last name. Probably.
 * Ink: [gasp] Pen, what happened to you? You look like you spontaneously combusted and tried cooling down with your bare hands! Is your ball okay?undefined
 * Pen: Wow, mom. You have one heck of an imagination.undefined Close guess, though. I got electricuted by the alarm clock. And yes, all of me is fine.
 * Eraser: Y'know, as Pen's parents, weren't you supposed to notice his dreaded appearance right away?
 * Pen: Oh, c'mon Eraser, we teleported here. It's not their fault. Also, I've broken alarm clocks for like, a million vigintillionundefined times, so I'm pretty sure they're used to it by now. You should be less concerned about how my family treats me. They treat me like a normal child.
 * Eraser: At least they try to. And besides, we didn't teleport here, that was your imagination.
 * Pen: Woah, really?
 * Eraser: Just like your mother.
 * Polystyrene: [lying] Hey, maybe you're right, Eraser. We should treat our son with utmost respect. Overall the less important stuff, how did the alarm clock electrify you, Son?
 * Pen: Well, you know how I smashed the other two alarm clocks this week?
 * Ink: Polyundefined, I knew we couldn't trust him with another alarm clock! It's a habit now! We can't buy another one, it'll be pointless, he's gonna smash it anyways! All the money, wasted!
 * Polystyrene: Calm down, woman! I admit it, I regret buying those last two clocks--
 * Pen: Last three clocks.
 * Polystyrene: -But how else are we supposed to wake him up? You know how late he sleeps.
 * Ink: I guess we're going to have to do this the hard way.
 * Polystyrene: You don't mean-


 * Ink: No gadgets for ten hours everyday.
 * Pen: Noooooooo!
 * Ink: Fine, eight.
 * Pen: I can live with that.
 * Ink: You're lucky this is the weekend. But after breakfast, you have to do some chores. If you complete them, you'll earn your reward, which is doing whatever you want for the rest of the weekend!
 * Pen: What!? Since when was that a thing?
 * Ink: Me and your father were just talking about it, and I assumed this was a great time to say it.
 * Pen: But why?
 * Polystyrene: Discipline, Pen. Discipline.
 * Pen: What's that? Why do I need it?
 * Polystyrene: Okay, you're asking too many questions to answer. Just go and eat breakfast.
 * Pen: At least I've got my best pal Eraser to help me with the chores! [he sees Eraser leaving at the entrance door] Eraser, where are you going?
 * Eraser: Uuuuuuuhh, well, you see, my parents must be worried for me, and I just realized that I don't eat bacon for breakfast.
 * Pen: Your parents confirmed that you would stay until 2:00, and we're eating pancakes! *holds up plate*
 * Eraser: Goodbye! [closing door] And good luck.
 * Pen: [to Polystyrene] You said you were going to treat me with utmost respect!
 * Polystyrene: Look, I know you're upset, and everything is happening too quickly. Also, I actually said we should treat you with utmost respect.
 * Pen: AND. YOU. WILL.undefined
 * Polystyrene: [intimidated] Okay, okay, okay, we will. But this isn't the right time. Let's just get to the point here. Your mother and I really think you should do something other than smash alarm clocks and play video games all day. It's just not healthy. Soccer, perhaps?
 * Pen: I don't even play soccer, and I'm not even good at it.undefined
 * Polystyrene: Exactly. Which is why we're making sure that you sign up for the boys' soccer team at school. We don't care if you don't join, we just want you to have fun and at least do something physical.

(After breakfast. They are now in the living room.) (Cut to the driveway. Ink and Pen both have shovels. Ink shovels half of the driveway, and throws the snow onto the side.) (One hour later. They are now in Pen's bedroom.) (Cut to the laundry room. Pen is with Polystyrene instead.) (After organizing.) (Foyer. Pen is about to open the door.) (Flashback. Pen's bedroom.) (End.)
 * Pen: Dad, the tryouts for the soccer team already passed. Get with the times.
 * Polystyrene: Oh. I was afraid you were going to say that. We'll figure something out.
 * Pen: Yeah, whatever.
 * Polystyrene: It's okay, son--
 * Pen: Don't patronize me!
 * Ink: Okay, rookie! Here's your first chore! Look out the window. What do you see?
 * Pen: Snow. Like, alot of it. Wow. What do I do exactly? [gasp] Do I get to build a snowman?
 * Ink: [facepalm] Do you even know what "chores" mean, honey?
 * Pen: Pfft, yeah, of course I do! They're like, um, these things...That you...do.undefined
 * Ink: Yeah, but what do you do?
 * Pen: Stuff...
 * Ink: What kind of stuff?
 * Pen: .......The stuff that you do.
 * Ink: [to herself] This is gonna take a while.undefined
 * Ink: Now you do what I just did.
 * Pen: Mom, you shoveled, like, half the driveway. How am I supposed to do the other half? It's too much for a child like me.undefined So can I do a quarter of it or something?
 * Ink: Pen, I started doing chores when I was 8.
 * Pen: What's your point?
 * Ink: It shouldn't be so hard for you. Now DO IT!
 * Pen: Yes ma'am! *starts shoveling*
 * Ink: Look at it. It's disgusting. [a view of a very messy bedroom is shown.]
 * Pen: I know, right? I can't believe that pizza is 4 weeks old. [zoom into a bitten, rotten pizza with all kinds of bugs crawling over it, on the floor of the bedroom.]
 * Ink: [about to throw up] I think your father can take it from here. [she runs to the washroom and vomits offscreen while Pen watches in horror.]
 * Polystyrene: Did you really have to mention the pizza?
 * Pen: Hey, you knew about it and you didn't vomit your guts out. Literally. I mean come on, I thought she was talking about the pizza, which was like the most noticeable thing in the whole bedroom! Aside from the bed, the shelf, the--
 *  Polystyrene: Okay, you talk too much. Forget everything that happened in the past, and let's laundry.
 * Pen: Alright, give me the instructions.
 * Polystyrene: It is most important to contrast the darkest colored clothes to the lightest colored clothes and split them into two groups. Because if you mix the colors with eachother, then the clothes will be ruined in the process. Got it?
 * Pen: I've got a question. What if some clothes are grey or ambiguous?
 * Polystyrene: Geez, calm your vocabulary. Anyways, if you run into that, then put it in any if the piles.
 * Pen: Okey dokey!
 * Pen: Finally, we're done. Those clothes smelled like serious crap.
 * Polystyrene: Your room smells ten times worse.
 * Pen: What?
 * Polystyrene: Nothing! I will do the rest of the laundry, and you can go and play video games or scold Eraser for ditching you or something. You did a pretty good job at organizing. Even though it took like, an hour. But other than that, you earned it.
 * Pen: Seriously? Aww, thanks dad! *runs upstairs to the door*undefined
 * Ink: And where do you think you're going?
 * Pen: I'm going to Eraser's, mom. Don't worry, I'll be back in time to still clean my bedroom and throw out that disgusting--
 * Ink: Do NOT mention it. Ever. Don't you know how long it took to recover?
 * Pen: Mom, of course I do. But right now, I should really be complaining to my best friend about how much of a jerk scumbag he is.
 * Ink: Harsh. I don't think he really deserves that, but whatever. Fine, you can go. Don't delay your promise!
 * Pen: I won't. I'll be back at 4:00! *goes out the door*
 * Ink: [cringing] How did that thing get in his room?
 * Pen: You gonna eat that? You've been holding it for a pretty long time.
 * Eraser: Nah. I lost my appetite. *throws pizza on the floor*
 * Pen: [gasp] Do you realize what you just did?
 * Eraser: I threw a pizza on the floor. Big deal. [a bunch of bugs crawl all over it] Never mind.
 * Pen: Ewwww, I am not touching that.
 * Eraser: But--
 * Pen: It's too late, Eraser. That pizza's been contaminated forever. But hey, at least those bugs have a place to live. Well, until they run out of pizza to eat.
 * Eraser: So how are you going to tell this to your parents?
 * Pen: Easy, I won't. But I'll tell my dad, like, two days after because I know I can trust him, and he doesn't really take things too seriously. But as for my mom, I'll tell her about 4 weeks after because, well, she's a huge germaphobe.undefined
 * Eraser: Nice thinking!
 *  Pen: I know, I'm a genious.