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[thebananwithaplan]

You know. Maybe they had some moot points. Maybe they would have been close to convince the Announcer to avoid any further argument in regards to this - especially if they were really serious about there being no 'charge' for the construction, and maybe if they could follow up with an inspection of sorts.

But the way Dag had insulted the manager like he had no clue of the karmic consequences that he's trying to invoke.

🎙️ "Shhhh! Don't let him hear you say that! I'm very serious; you can't make fun of the manager here. I'm trying to help ya here, buddy!"

'Out of the kindness of their hearts' his beeswax.

There's no way anyone who plans last-minute unauthorized construction is doing all that hard work of renovations without asking for some sort of payment somewhere in the future. He may not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but he's fallen for enough scams to get the picture of a potential one, here. One that could lead to many a lawsuit, if something goes very wrong.

🎙️ "Listen, while that sounds all nice and dandy - and frankly, we could use a slightly more decent breakroom, at least - I'm almost certain that in the case of an actual doomsday event, wood would be the last type of material considered, much less wood barely thick enough for the floor."

🎙️ "And even if I would agree for this, it's not up to me to approve these decisions. That would have to be either for the CEO himself..." Who is STILL not back. "...or the manager; he's the one just below the CEO around here, and above everyone else around here."

Don't make him call the manager over; it's definitely not a good idea-

[thebananwithaplan]

Meanwhile, just far away from everyone else at NTV, the very normal, toony Dancing Banana had been looking down at his hand.

".........." It's been a while since he meddled with something that he kept a secret to basically everybody that knew him. It's not an ability nor a past that he's not particularly proud of at this point in time, but if he can help anyone with this excess healing soul energy, it could perhaps be the least he could do.

Now, if he could accept such energy, then he ought to be able to give it away, right? Now if he could just make it work-

".........."

....Give him. Uhhh. A moment to practice being more discreet about it...

[thebananwithaplan]

'Out of the kindness of their hearts' his beeswax.

There's no way anyone who plans last-minute unauthorized construction is doing all that hard work of renovations without asking for some sort of payment somewhere in the future. He may not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but he's fallen for enough scams to get the picture of a potential one, here. One that could lead to many a lawsuit, if something goes very wrong.

🎙️ "Listen, while that sounds all nice and dandy - and frankly, we could use a slightly more decent breakroom, at least - I'm almost certain that in the case of an actual doomsday event, wood would be the last type of material considered, much less wood barely thick enough for the floor."

🎙️ "And even if I would agree for this, it's not up to me to approve these decisions. That would have to be either for the CEO himself..." Who is STILL not back. "...or the manager; he's the one just below the CEO around here, and above everyone else around here."

Don't make him call the manager over; it's definitely not a good idea-

"MmmmIdunnooo, I think it maaay a bit too late for that..." Norb looked upward as if contemplating something... and if he were, it would be without a single speck of guilt. They were helping people (well, the majority of people...)... why would they feel guilty over something like that?

Truthfully, if you looked inside of the lounge right then, construction was well under way at that point, so there wasn't really any point in ceasing the renovation either. If they ended up not using it, hey, at least the studio would get a fancy-shmancy new lounge out of it! And it really would be something to marvel at... Norb had even sketched out official blueprints for the project.

"Yeeeeah, you might as well just let us finish, microphony. We'll fix your pwecious spooty floors, but you sure aren't usin' this stuff for it."

Well... time to work some magic. There was no way they were getting away with this one without. Norbert would roll his shoulders, stand straight, clear his throat, and approach the Announcer with both hands behind his back.

Uhp, aaaand there's the grin.

"Listen, ol' buddy, ol' pal... I, am a firrrrm believer of paying things back. Really, I get it. Taking property... property being used without your permis-sion... ugh, who likes that, huh? But IIII dunno, I think we can come to an... undershhhtanding... of sorts. Hmm?"

Whilst he spoke, Norbert slooowly moseyed around the Announcer in a circle (with some colorful "commentary" from Daggett in the form of various stimming in the background as more wood-working occurred) before he would abruptly stop beside the microphone.

"My bro-ther and I did this out of the kindness of our hearts! We care about everyone here. We care about the studio! We just figured, if, for example... a sudden doomsday that ravaged all mankind did occur, we'd best be ready for the worst. And desperaht times, call for desperahter measures. Which is why we did such a thing... you can understand that, can't you?"

Ohhh, Norb is on fire. Daggett would begin to giggle as time passed, and he would eventually begin to hop and snort to himself eagerly.

"Ooo! Yeahyeahyeah--we just wanna help out, mic-guy!"

[thebananwithaplan]

"..........What happened to the door?"

Sure enough, whatever last-minute commotion happened at the other side forced the door to a whole different location. Some sort of studio hallway that wasn't Shovelware's

".......... i-is it over?"

There seemed to be an odd silence - apart from whatever 'discussion' the Announcer and the Beavers were having in the back - that the nephews and the audience members took notice. Peace at last...?

"................" Still no sign of their Uncle or the remaining participants, though...

[thebananwithaplan]

.......Hmm. The battle was won, but at what cost? Normally, this would be the part where he'd make a quip about things just taking time to get back to normal.

...But, you know. Not the time. Not because he actually read the room, but because the 'room' around them was deforming at an alarming rate. Still standing on the now-deteriorating railing, DB stumbled to get ahold of the bars.

The room was only getting smaller, smaller, and smaller, until...

BOOM.

Whatever was the last of the Foise's toon magic sent him flying down one of the NTV hallways. The Banana had little tome to brace himself as he bounced off the floor a couple times before slowly skidding to a stop.

Normally, these unexpected bouts of force and toon damage would have left him with a few bruises and stinging of pain...

...But if he gained any, it already healed up by the time he realized what happened. Maybe too well...

"....Why am I not bruised, pain, and limping on one leg, here?"

😇 "Oh! We... I think we still have a lot of that pure healing energy left. 😈 probably held on to a LOT of it like a sponge." 😈 "...snork mimimi...."

"...Right. Guess it was a lot more than we ever expected to receive at once."

😇 "Well, we never gained that much in a large amount, and much less of that level of purity."

"....I thought I saw Death having a strange new form. He's healed me a few times before with a similar energy, but..." It was a normal amount, and not enough to completely pacify his bad-leaning self. And also not when the reaper's hair was as red as burning flames. Who knew reapers had their own 'super' form?...

😇 "...Maybe we could make this last as long as we want."

A moment of quiet.

😇 "Just.. think about this. This is, like, the healing factors of all healing factors! We don't have to worry about bruises! Or people trying to hurt us! Or humiliation or pain from anything! We can finally just... smile. And laugh. And dance without the fear of death threats! It would be like our beginning days!"

Another moment.

...It all sounded promising. But there was no denying the hesitation of something that was too good to be true. Maybe it was true. But maybe...

"...You and I both know that would be selfish thinking." Having seen and heard most of the last important bit, he knew that there were others who did not have this luck of being healed properly. Perhaps it was cheating that he had the powers required for soul-related 'purposes', but he stood firm that he never asked for them in the first place. He didn't ask for making 😈 a part of his life either, but on the other hand... He's the reason why he's learning from pain and suffering. To learn how to grow a backbone. To realize that the world isn't always fair and that one can't always expect for things to get easier by themselves. Of course, he also comes with the negatives - snarky behavior, occasional rudeness, short temper, stubbornness, and whatnot.

But 😇 also balances out the more negative traits with positivity. And empathy to those whom he can relate to. And occasional kindness regardless of the other's existence. And love and compassion... It's just that they dislike confrontation and only wishes for the 'easy' way possible.

"...As the saying goes - no pain, no gain. If it wasn't for all the pain that we went through for the last couple of years, we wouldn't have learned anything at all. Besides, if I'm gonna step up as a better toon at one point, then death threats would be the last of our concerns." After all, 'real' toons can't die. And pain is only temporary, anyways.

😇 ".....I suppose we're right. I know there's many others who could use it a lot more than we do right now."

...He wondered if he can return enough of it back somehow. Maybe to whoever remained at NTV, at least...

[thebananwithaplan]

🎙️ "BY CAUSING EVEN MORE PROPERTY DAMAGE????" Listen. He's not even the second in command, here. Nor the third or fourth. Just barely the fifth. Even if they had asked the Announcer, he wouldn't have permission to grant them permission for the last-minute construction. He already turned an eye on that spotlight that they inadvertently destroyed - because cartoony-accidents are a thing around here - but this time this was intentional. What kind of adjective is 'spooty', even??? He's pretty sure that's not even a real word...

🎙️ "This is a studio sound stage, not a rental cabin! Pretty sure whatever trouble we were dealin' with is over at this point, anyways!" God, DB's gonna flip if he sees any more damage being done by someone that isn't himself.

🎙️ "You two better figure out a way to replace the wood you took before somebody trips or something - pronto!"

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@thebananwithaplan wrote in… »» 🎙️ "Is everything ok back here? I heard some commotion and-" The sentient microphone stopped mid sentence upon seeing what the beavers were up to... and looking at the piles of wood. That resembled suspiciously familiar-looking floorboards. And also some pieces of missing floor. And thus not having known of their plan, there's only one or two assumptions to make about beavers being caught with wood that didn't belong to them on their hands.... or, paws...? 🎙️ "HEY! THAT WOOD IS NOT YOURS FOR EATING!! OR FOR DAM BUILDING!!"

"Keep your volume down, mic-y, we're not gooonna eat iiit." Daggett provided a whine to retort, "Besides, wood like this is deeesgusting--once it's not a tree anymore, it's inedible grossy-grossness."

Right... perhaps they should have asked first, right? HAH. That's a good one. Permission-shmermission--if you asked every single time, then you wouldn't get to do anything.

"It's not for a dam, either..." Norbert shook his head slightly. It wasn't a full eye-roll, but there was a resemblance to one.

"Ack-shu-ally, it's for the lounge. Ya see, we wanted to make an ack-shu-al safe room for everyone... juuust in case things got ugly. Which, um, we may be past at this point... but Dag-a-doopy and I thought it would be a good idea to have a place that everyone can fit in... and that everyone can rest up in when the goin' gets goin'."

"Yeah, we're making your spooty lounge a better one. Pish. You're welcome."

[thebananwithaplan]

🐁 " Wowzer zowzers! Finally got this weird ' doohickey ' thing workin'! Alrighty then, let's see what this thing has to offer me, eh? "

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[thebananwithaplan]

...Yeah.

[thebananwithaplan]

"Hey, it's finally clearing up."

"Everything still looks far away, though..."

"I can't see any of those clone things... OR uncle..."

🎙️ "I'm sure he's handling it as best as he can. He's been through a lot worse before, anyways."

"What do you mean a 'lot' worse?"

🎙️ "............Nothing you three need to worry about-"

Cue commotion.

🎙️ ".........." That did NOT come from the door, did it...

[thebananwithaplan]

Everything that followed happened so fast. The loud shriek shattering most of the lights. (He had to hold on to the rails to keep himself from falling.)

The fog and duplicates clearing.

Fake's final attempt at the Noise while Noise fights for his life.

The sudden woman that nobody expected to be there.

...And that barrier still keeping anyone from being able to rush over to help.

[thebananwithaplan]

Dancing Banana

[thebananwithaplan]

Well, the fog still looked thick below even if he was up at the ceiling railings. But for now, it did seem like the dopples have lost sight on him.

😇 "...What now?"

"...I'm not sure. With the other guy back asleep for now, I don't feel the immediate urge to get back to fighting."

He tried to consider his options. Does he try to find his way back home? Wait it out until it's all over, or at least until he can feel like fighting again?

Shifting his gaze to look below once more, he does notice a brief glimpse of a faint light. What's that down there?

Following the rails down to where that faint light was, he could finally see what remained of the ring that both of the Noises were battling in at. A shame that the clear barrier prevented him from easily jumping right in, so all he could do is continue to watch. Hopefully, neither the Fake Noise inside nor its dopples below would notice the fruit unintentionally become an actual one-man audience.

By this point, even with the Noise kept on getting beaten, now he was offering his clone... a skateboard.

And Foise taking up on the silent dare, only to again slip and eat concrete. Or grass? It was hard to tell what the floor was made of.

...But the sight, despite everything the Foise put everyone through, still made DB wince. He remembered how that felt like the first couple of tries when he started on the skateboard...

😇 "...Are you sure that what we're doing is the right thing?"

"What do you mean?"

😇 "What I mean is... even if the Fake Noise is stopped, was it worth all that violence? Like, think about it: he was created and possibly forced to act as much like the Noise and MORE as possible. Never really given a chance to learn and grow on his own. Learn right from wrong. Never given proper care and affection. That pizza guy didn't even bother to make himself sound like he at least tried to act like a caregiver or some sort of parent when he explained it to us, despite using his own DNA on it and all."

...DB wanted to argue back against this, but with 😈 still out for the count, the more empathetic side of him was gaining traction. Just like the old days, when 😇 used to be the only side of him that existed....

"........................" Sigh. "Look, I can empathize with him for many, MANY reasons. But the unfortunate truth is that he still hurt so, SO many people regardless; both those who hurt him and those who haven't and definitely don't deserve it - especially our loved ones. If whatever happens next is the only way for things to return to normal...."

If it really is all up to the Noise on how to end this once and for all, then he guesses the most he could do is watch.

[thebananwithaplan]

Continuing with being on the offensive, the Rotten Banana was holding his own without the rules of damage dampening and constant combos against the dopples, taking few hits without losing pace.

But as powerful as it were, it still had its limits. And the longer he stayed as is, the more unstable he became. Parts of him were glitching out wildly.

😇 "We can't keep this up..." 😈 "We're almost... done...!"

Out of nowhere, the banan' felt a strong source of energy. Soul energy. Energy that was restabilizing his form and healing him massively.

...Perhaps that healed him too well. Not only was his health restored...

"....What the...?" He was healed back to his present look. "I'm... back, already?"

😇 "Technically we're still in this place. But that energy we just received? It was pure soul energy."

"Just like when...?"

😇 "I'm not sure. But it felt very similar..." 😈 "...........zzzzzzzz........"

"....Oh." Whatever enhanced pure energy that was, it seemed to have completely pacified the 😈 half, even if temporarily.

Buuuuut there no time to dwell on that now, as the remaining clones were still hot on his trail, and again, this fog was still in the way.

Did he still have something to at least maneuver around with. Come on, hyperspace inventory...

...Aha!

Grapple hook. With little time to look at the ceiling of this place...

The host only aimed upwards and made sure that the hook caught on something before being lifted all the way up, barely being missed by the leaping clones.

Maybe he has a better view up on the ceiling rails?

[thebananwithaplan]

🎙️ "Oh, welcome back."

🎙️ "I, ahh, I would not get too close. Sounds like whatever's going on out there is only getting worse-"

THUD.

🎙️ "...Looks like you weren't the only one who needed a rest."

It's fine. It's fiiiiiiine-

❛ hey , guys ? why's , uh . why's the inside of the portal look like that ? ❜

[thebananwithaplan]

he's waiting for peanut butter jelly time

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[thebananwithaplan]

". . . . . . . . ."

Maybe it was a good thing that the fog was thick enough to keep the others from seeing him in this state. He absolutely didn't want his boys to see him like this, either.

But if this was what's gonna take to help bring down that a-hole and let him be back home, so be it.

Seems like in this state, his senses have been heightened. And that might be a problem for the dopples who were just charging after the rotten fruit.

First of all: screw them. Screw the original clone. Screw Pizzahead for making him and the first place and for dragging his only family into this mess.

Second of all...

"ALL YOU NEED IS A KICK IN THE ASS."

God, the 😈 inside couldn't believe that he could finally get away with being crude now that the R/blox boundaries are non-existent.

He was not lost in the fog with them; they were lost in the fog with him.

If his warping at toon form was already bad enough...

The Rotten Banana was basically sliding at high speeds towards the dopples, now using the fog to HIS advantage. Dodging and only stopping to spam banana kicks and bananarangs.

And when a large group thought that they could tackle the pixelated demon at once...

Big Mistake.