Beginnings: Return of the oh so sexy drAMA
[Scene: The entrance to the Learnhouse. Drama is in front of it, pointing the camera toward himself]
3 solid minutes of drama just reading from the Bee Movie script, the scene cuts off entirely and moves on to something actually relevant to the plot
[Scene: Inside the Learnhouse, just past the entrance. Drama came here looking to reunite with his old friends, and Art.]
Drama: It is I, the oh so sexy Drama.
Drama strikes a pose
Drama: I have returned to see my dear friends, that is, if any are still around. Which I doubt, since most of them left after the *incident* (cheesy dramatic music plays)
Drama looks around and finds that he is the only person in the Learnhouse, for now
Drama: Alas, I was truly hoping that I would be able to see my friends, Music, Dance, and of course… Art.
Before Drama launches into a whole fucking shakespearian style ode/ballad about feelings and such, Math bursts through a window holding a shitty 2004 digital camera.
Math: I am here! I am here! (Holding out hand for a handshake) Hey Drama, it's uh, been a while. Like a year and a half kind of while.
Drama: ah, well, you know. Was busy out winning all those Oscars…
Math: You certainly do look more disappointed in the world.
Drama: the, uh, road of fame sure is hard one. Certainly a lonely one as well...
Math: I mean I wouldn't know because I'm like the exact opposite of famous nowadays.
Drama: What do you mean? Come one, the people must be going crazy over you still!
Math: Not really, the Learnhouse is like DownStory in a way. Remember that?
Drama: Sort of? That was a weird little show.
Math: It was a game.
Drama:Oh, sorry, game. Comment still stands though.
Drama: But, you know, um, speaking of the people, what happened to everybody?
Math: After that whole incident, everyone just sort of… split up. Not sure why no one else came here.
LA: Apologies for my tardiness. It took a while to find my way here.
Drama and Math look to the side to see…
Math: Who are you?
LA: Oh, that's such a sorry thing to hear. You've already forgotten your sisters-in-arms?
LA defuses into Reading and Writing.
Math: I… What the shit was that?
Writing: That was a fusion of the two of us that we like to call, LA, which is short for…
They both do jazz hands.
Reading and Writing: Language Arts!
Math: I… Drama did you know about this?
Drama: What can i say? People trust me with their secrets.
Math: I don't know what to say.
Reading: We discovered fusion like 2 days after we all left the Learnhouse. Apparently everyone who was in the Learnhouse can do it.
Drama: *breaks that ridiculous actor voice he uses all the time* well damn now i really gotta go find my girl
Math: tfw no gf
Reading and Writing re-fuse.
LA: Mr. Mathematics. Please leave this vicinity if you plan to continue with that meme shit.
Math: Okay, okay.
LA: It's just like old times, isn't it.
Math: Yeah, I guess it is. (Raising voice) It would be such a shame if someone else from the Learnhouse came in.
A person flies in and falls on the ground from the window that Math previously broke
Art: jfc why wasn't there glass there?
Math: How did you get in there? Into my room?
Art: That's not important, buddy.
Art: What is important though… is that IM BACK BITCHES
LA: There's only one bitch in this room.
Art: well hello and fuck you too, pal.
LA: Apologies, little one, but you're not exactly on my level. You won't win this 2v1 any time soon.
Art: I wouldn't exactly call it a 2v1, buddy. I mean, Drama is here, after all.
LA: Are you fused in an eternal embodiment of meaningful conversation? Are you fully in sync with each other? Are you connected, truly?
Art: You know there are shorter ways of asking me if i'm fucking Drama, right?
LA: My point is that adding Drama makes this no more than a 2v1.5.
Art and Drama: Excuse me?!
Drama: Did you really just say I'm only half of a person?
LA: I'm saying your bonds aren't great enough for you to really put your whole self into this 2v1.4.
Drama: Stop lowering my worth as a human!
LA: Start being a better human.
Art punches LA in the fucking throat
Reading: Oh my god, I'm sorry, I am so sorry, I don't know what came over me.
Writing: Fusion really changes you.
Math: This would be a good time for someone to come in as comic relief.
English (from a distance): So this is what a family reunion looks like.
Math: Oh shit, it's English.
English: I came here to kick ass and tell jokes.
English: And I'm all outta jokes.
Art: Well damn, those were some shitty jokes
Drama: you know, they say a comedian's material reflects their life
English: See, you guys? These two know how to have a good time. Come on, let's get to the meme party already. I ordered 70,000 bees to come here so you'd best get ready.
[New Scene: Reading's old library. Everyone's having a good time, cracking jokes, joking crack.]
Everybody has visibly red eyes
Drama: you know, one time i had sex during a macklemore concert
Math: Who hasn't?
Reading, the only one with normal-colored eyes: You know, I am just so glad that all of us are here, in one place, finally being friends. I think we should take some time to appreciate that.
Art: ,the one with especially red eyes i think we should all take the time to appreciate WRITING'S ASS
Writing: Hey, you and Drama should totally fuse, it feels so damn good.
Reading: No please don't do that it's not a good idea to do that while high
Writing: Fuse! Fuse! Fuse! Fuse!
English chants with Writing.
Reading: English you're not helping.
Math joins in.
Drama: well, damn, it's like St Petersburg all over again.
Art: I guess that means we gotta, huh?
Drama: I guess it does
Drama: so, guys, how does this all work exactly?
Writing: You gotta feel it, you gotta feel each other.
Art: In public? Shit, that's kinky.
Art: lets do it
Writing: How do you feel?
Art: idk, like, dazed and kinda horny, man
Writing: No, I mean like, what do you feel with? How do you feel the vibes of another person?
Art: idk man, hands?
Writing: I feel with my feet, my tiptoed feet are like hyper-astute.
Writing: Drama, what about you, what do you feel with?
Drama: my knees, buddy.
Writing: Ooh, nice. Now, sit in front of each other, looking into each other's eyes.
They do the thing
Writing: Art, put your hands on Drama's knees.
She do the thing
Writing: How do you feel?
Art: still high, still horny.
Writing: Can you feel Drama's sensation?
Art: i guess? Yeah
Writing: Nah, you're not feeling enough, you need to get to that point where you converse without moving at all.
Some staring n stuff happens
Drama: shit, man, i think we got it
Writing: Perfect, beautiful, brilliant. Now, you just need to fuse.
Drama and Art begin glowing
Writing: Perfect, perfect…
English looks behind.
English: I can hear them, they're here.
English: 70,000 bees.