Scene: Blitzerdome, night.

A cheering crowd awaits the final round of the Deadweight Championship Title. An announcer steps into the ring.

ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlemen! In this corner, hailing from Easterektovik, our current challenger, Ricky Fighters!

The crowd cheers as Ricky Fighters, a rather skinny fellow, steps into the ring.

ANNOUNCER: And now, in this corner, the titleholder for four years running, Strong Mad!

Strong Mad crashes onto the arena floor, shaking the entire building. The crowd goes wild.

STRONG MAD: I AM COOL!

ANNOUNCER: Gentlemen, keep this a clean and courteous fight.

The crowd boos.

ANNOUNCER: Oh, whatever. Tear each other apart. It’s what these people paid for, anyway.

The crowd cheers, and the bell sounds. Strong Mad and Ricky Fighters approach each other. Strong Mad begins swinging wildly, but Ricky evades the powerful but slow blows.

RICKY: Your day has come, Strong Mad. I’ve watched your techniques. You have no refined movements at all. Once you’ve worn yourself out, I’ll have you pinned.

STRONG MAD: HOLD STILL!

Strong Mad lunges at his opponent again, but Ricky still evades him.

RICKY: Don’t hurt yourself, big fellow. I’ll be the one to…

Suddenly a brilliant light shines directly in Ricky’s eyes. He squints and shields his face. The momentary distraction is costly, and Strong Mad grabs his blinded opponent and starts hammering him against the floor.

ANNOUNCER: Is that regulation?

JUDGE: Are you going to argue with him?

ANNOUNCER: Good point.

Strong Mad lifts his battered opponent high. The crowd cheers wildly. Strong Mad swings Ricky around and hurls him clean out of the ring, out of the entire arena. Ricky soars across town, and crashes through the front door of a hospital.

NURSE: Fill out these forms in triplicate, and we’ll get you to the emergency room.

ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlemen, your once and current Deadweight Champion, Strong Mad!

STRONG MAD: I RULE!

The crowd cheers wildly. Nobody notices Strong Mad winking at The Cheat, who is holding a small mirror. The Cheat ducks into the crowd and disappears.

We now see the gang watching from the balcony. Coach Z and Pom Pom are speaking quietly, Homestar and Bubs are cheering and munching popcorn, and Strong Bad is simply staring at the ring.

COACH Z: Hey, ya feelin’ alright, Strong Bad?

STRONG BAD: I can’t believe they betrayed me like that. What, did all of the years we spent as a team count for nothing? Are they too good to association with their prison-guy brother? Is that it?

POM POM: (bubbles)

STRONG BAD: No, Pom Pom. You don’t know how it is at all. I carried those losers for so many years. I was the guy that held the team together. But the instant I’m gone they just stab me in the freakin’ back.

HOMESTAR: Aw, don’t feel bad, Stwong Bad. Stwong Mad and The Cheat are wespectable young men. I’m sure they’ve got a good weason for entewing the pwo circuit without you.

STRONG BAD: Yeah, they sure as crap do. Now they only have to split the money two ways instead of three; that’s what it is. That’s a great freakin’ reason.

COACH Z: But ya gotta admit your bein’ in the cooler for a nickel would kinda prevent you from joinin’ them in any event.

STRONG BAD: Coach Z, get real. They’re rich. They could have paid my bail any time they wanted to, but they didn’t. They never even came to visit. I had to read the newspapers, reading about how great they were, and how rich they were, and they never even mentioned me. I bet they’re kissing up to the press right now.

We see Strong Mad standing in front of his locker room. He simply stares blankly as a crowd of reporters asks him endless questions.

REPORTERS: Mr. Strong Mad, how do feel about your monumental victory? Are there any words to describe your strategy? Will you be trying for a sixth title? If you could be a tree, what kind of a tree would you be?

STRONG MAD: Baaaaaagh!

The reporters flee, screaming. Strong Mad steps inside his locker room and slams the door. He turns around and sees The Cheat smiling up at him. The Cheat is still holding the mirror he used to blind Ricky.

THE CHEAT: Murnywhygni?

STRONG MAD: WE WIN, DA CHEAT! WE ARE DA BEST!

THE CHEAT: Piwungnihunwa!

Strong Mad rustles The Cheat’s hair slightly.

STRONG MAD: WE ARE DA GREATEST!

Strong Bad and the rest are standing in front of the locker room door.

COACH Z: All ya gotta do is tell ‘em that we need their help!

STRONG BAD: I’ll tell them, all right. But don’t expect this to be pretty.

He knocks on the door.

STRONG MAD: Huh?

He opens the door and looks down to see an angry looking Strong Bad.

STRONG BAD: Well, if it isn’t my ex-brother. Long time no see, traitor.

STRONG MAD: GO AWAY!

He throws a powerful but wild punch at Strong Bad, which the latter easily dodges.

STRONG BAD: Oh, you wanna play that way, do you? Well, I’m not going to go easy on you this time!

STRONG MAD: Baaaaaaaaagh!

The two brothers start to scuffle.

BUBS: Y’know, if I spread word that there was a rumble goin’ down, a lot of people would show up. And then, well, I could sell… I mean, they might want a hot dog or something…

POM POM: (bubbles)

BUBS: Okay, okay! I was just joking!

Meanwhile, Strong Mad has trapped Strong Bad against the wall. However, every punch he throws only ends up hitting the wall.

STRONG MAD: OW!

Strong Bad jumps and tackles Strong Mad, pinning him to the ground.

STRONG BAD: I knew this would happen to you someday, man. This is why Mom and Dad always told me to stay close to you. Why? Because you’re too freaking stupid to take care of yourself! Now look at… (he pauses) … is that blueberry muffins I smell?

Temporarily distracted, all it takes is a single haymaker punch to send Strong Bad flying across the room, out the door, into the hallway and against the back wall.

HOMESTAR: Wow. That looked like fun. Except the ending part.

Strong Bad slowly gets to his feet, looking more sad than angry. In the doorway is a defiant-looking The Cheat, holding an electric fan and a plate of blueberry muffins.

STRONG BAD: I never thought I’d see the day. My very own The Cheat turns on me. This is the thanks I get for raising you. For making you what you are today. And this is what you left me for, man? This? Fine. You guys deserve each other.

POM POM: (bubbles)

STRONG BAD: Sorry, man. If you want them to join you, fine. Just try to get along without me. Be seein’ you.

He turns and leaves. Strong Mad looks out and sees the rest of the gang.

STRONG MAD: Huh?

THE CHEAT: Wuddayudooneer?

HOMESTAR: Hey, guys! We awe hewe to ask for youw hands in matwimony. Um… I mean… gosh, this is hawd. I need somebody to pwompt me.

POM POM: (bubbles)

HOMESTAR: Oh, wight. Thank you, Pom Pom. We need The Cheat’s incwedible physical stwength and Stwong Mad’s impwessive bwainpower to aid us in a most dawing scheme. That’s it, isn’t it?

POM POM: (bubbles)

HOMESTAR: Oh, man. I wish Stwong Bad were hewe. He’s usually good at figuwing out what I’m twying to say.

COACH Z: I’ll help ya out there, Homestar. (He leans over) Hey there, The Cheort! Aren’t you glad to see your old Coach Z?

THE CHEAT: Awww. Widiwadgunda.

COACH Z: Yeah, it’s good to see you too, little buddy.

He leans over and hugs The Cheat. The Cheat hugs back, pilfering Coach Z’s watch in the process.

COACH Z: Anyway, we’re needin’ your help here. We’re lookin’ to get back some compensation that was rightfully ours, and we need a strong pair of heads and a good arm on our shoulders. Or any combination of those will work, I guess. Uh, I could also use some corn plasters right about now. Did I ever tell you about a guy I once knew who thought that corn plasters were for eatin’? It was sick, yo! I mean, I’d say to him "You don’t eat corn plasters!" and he’d say "You can if you put mustard plasters on ‘em!". And then he’d start peelin’ stuff off the walls and stuff, and my memory’s kinda sketchy from that point on. To make a long story short, Homeschool Winner took our money and we need your help gettin’ it back. Ya still with me?

STRONG MAD: Uuuuuuhhhh….

COACH Z: I figgered as much. Pom Pom, help me out here. Use small words if ya can.

Meanwhile, Strong Bad is sitting in the seats in the now empty arena, deep in thought. Slowly he gets up and walks up to the ring. He stares at the canvas, the posts, the ropes. He reaches up and tugs lightly on one of the rope. He then sighs and leans his face against the canvas, holding his face in his gloves.

STRONG BAD: Oh, Strong Bad, where art thou?

He sighs.

STRONG BAD: Holy crap, did I just say that out loud? I hope nobody heard that.

Back in Strong Mad’s dressing room, the gang has successfully explained the plan to Strong Mad and The Cheat.

HOMESTAR: In conclusion, defowestation is a pwoblem for all of us. Call the toll-fwee number you see on your scween, and…

POM POM: (bubbles)

HOMESTAR: Oh, wight. I mean, in conclusion, we need your help.

STRONG MAD: I WANNA HIT HOMESCHOOL WINNER!

COACH Z: Whoa, take it easy, there, big guy. We’re gonna hit him all right, but we’re gonna hit him in the wallet. Or maybe change purse. Homeschool always seemed to be a change purse kinda guy to me…

THE CHEAT: Iwannapeesadat!

BUBS: That’s the spirit, The Cheat! Welcome aboard the money train! Next stop: retributionville, baby!

HOMESTAR: Yay!

POM POM: (bubbles)

COACH Z: Ya know, Pom Pom, you’re right. This wouldn’t be the same without Strong Bad. We need him.

STRONG MAD: I DON’T WANT STRONG BAD!

COACH Z: Why not?

STRONG MAD: HE YELLED AT ME!

COACH Z: Well, big guy, I can’t say that he was wrong about it, ya know.

STRONG MAD: Huh? Baaaaaagh!

He prepares to punch Coach Z.

POM POM: (bubbles)

STRONG MAD: Huh?

COACH Z: He’s right, ya know. Strong Bad’s spent the last five years in the big house, and you guys didn’t even bother showing up. How could you leave him in the lurch like that?

STRONG MAD: U-h-h-h-h…

BUBS: If Strong Bad left you like that, you wouldn’t like it. And I know that for sure. Imagine being locked up and feeling like nobody cares about you.

STRONG MAD: I… I… WAAAAAH!

He begins bawling.

COACH Z: It’s okay, Strong Mad. I…

STRONG MAD: I’M SORRY!

He runs off in search of Strong Bad.

HOMESTAR: Wow. I missed so much being an only child.

The Cheat, however, is still pouting, crossing his arms and frowning.

HOMESTAR: Aren’t you going too, The Cheat?

THE CHEAT: Hmmf! Wignawunangawat!

COACH Z: No! Strong Bad didn’t abandon you. He woulda stuck with you if it weren’t for the screws lockin’ him up like that.

THE CHEAT: Winnawunginana?

HOMESTAR: Yup. In fact, I bet he spent evewy day looking out the window and wishing his squeaky yellow guy was with him. Weally.

THE CHEAT: Rmm?

BUBS: C’mon, The Cheat. You’re smarter than that. Go and make it up with your buddy already.

The Cheat looks thoughtful.

Meanwhile, Strong Bad is still sitting alone in the arena seats.

STRONG BAD: That’s fine. I don’t need those losers. I’ve never needed anybody other than myself.

Suddenly Strong Mad races in, still crying.

STRONG BAD: Strong Mad? What the cr… ack!

He is trapped in his tighest bear hug yet.

STRONG MAD: I’M SORRY!

STRONG BAD: Take it easy, big guy. I… wait, what did you say?

STRONG MAD: I’M SORRY I NEVER HELPED YOU!

STRONG BAD: Whoa. That’s what I call a freakin’ change of heart.

STRONG MAD: I’M A BAD BROTHER!

STRONG BAD: Hey, now! Wait a minute.

STRONG MAD: (sniffles)

STRONG BAD: Okay, first put me down. Drowning in tears and sweat is not how I want to die.

Strong Mad puts him down and wipes his eyes.

STRONG BAD: Now, don’t go calling yourself a bad brother, big fella. You’re not a bad brother. I just got really mad at you guys. Why didn’t you come and see me?

STRONG MAD: YOU LEFT US…

STRONG BAD: No, I didn’t. I was taken away. There is a difference, you know.

STRONG MAD: YOU DIDN’T WANNA LEAVE?

STRONG BAD: No, man. I wanted to stick around, but I couldn’t. Do you understand?

STRONG MAD: (nods)

STRONG BAD: And you’re sorry?

STRONG MAD: (nods)

STRONG BAD: Okay. I see where you’re coming from now.

STRONG MAD: YOU’RE NOT MAD AT ME?

STRONG BAD: Not anymore. In fact, I…

Yet another bear hug.

STRONG BAD: Okay! Okay! I forgive you! Geez! I almost preferred when you were hitting me!

STRONG MAD: Uh?

STRONG BAD: I was kidding.

Suddenly, there is a brilliant flash of light.

STRONG BAD: Huh? What?

Homestar is holding a camera, the rest of the group with him.

HOMESTAR: Aw, that’s one for the memowy album.

STRONG BAD (breaking free): Gimme that camera!

HOMESTAR: Sure. It’s got this totally cool auto-focus, as well as…

Strong Bad smashes the camera.

HOMESTAR: Oh. I never twied that before.

COACH Z: So, uh, I guess you’ve made yer amends, then?

STRONG MAD: YEAH!

STRONG BAD: That’s right, Coach Z. The Brothers Strong are back in business! Look out, Homeschool!

BUBS: That’s great, Strong Bad. And before we know it, we’ll have a family reunion goin’ down.

STRONG BAD: Huh? What do you mean?

POM POM: (bubbles)

STRONG BAD: Strong Sad? Why the crap do we need that loser?

HOMESTAR: Well, uh, we need somebody with a little extwa cash.

STRONG BAD: Fine. So long as he stays out of our way.

POM POM: (bubbles)

COACH Z: Let’s go!

They leave. Before Strong Bad can leave, something tugs on his pant leg. He looks down and sees a penitent The Cheat.

STRONG BAD: Oh hey, The Cheat.

THE CHEAT: Wunna?

STRONG BAD (smiling): Yeah, I missed you too, little guy.

He leans over and ruffles The Cheat’s hair.

STRONG BAD: Are you ready beat the snot outta that Homeschool Winner chump?

THE CHEAT: Peema!

The two friends exit together, side by side.