Salvador the Unstoppable

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"Salvador the Unstoppable" is a new episode of Pencil 2.O, and until recently, there has been neither number nor date associated. In this episode, Salvador's wrongdoings result him with a dangerous consequence

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Downstairs living room

• Sio: No way, I can't believe it!
• Map: Yeah, you're actually going to the dance?
• Shieldy: It wasn't my fault, She asked me out!
• Lego: Ah, using the capital S, eh?
• Shieldy: Well, that's the pronoun you use when talking to royals.
• Sharpener: Wait a second … you never even told us her name.
• Shieldy: Oh! Her name is Princess Grotatonia of Susannaville and she's visiting as an exchange student.
• Sio: Right, because the only person to ask you out doesn't even live in this country.

[Everyone gasps.]

• Sio: Oh my G-d, I'm so sorry! This is what happens when I have a sister in high school.
• Shieldy: It's okay. That's just what I'll predict everyone's going to say to me when I walk to the seventh grade dance with … Grotilda.
• Sharpener: I think you mean Grotatonia.
• Shieldy: That's totally what I said. [a noise is heard] Well, I'd better go. Happy trails to your single selves!
• Sio: Oh, it's not a problem. Bye!
• Shieldy: Bye!

[Shieldy hangs up.]

• Sio: It's totally a problem! Why does he get to have a date?
• Map: With all due respects, he's technically—

[Pencil calls from the real life.]

• Pencil: Oi, time to sleep, ye've got school tomorra! I've got to get Cil to read Korean by midnight.
• Cil: 구!
• Sio: Sorry, I'd better go. Bye!

[Sio hangs up. Exit.]

• Pencil: Thanks'ee very much … [she calls Match] Omg, Match, wot's the news?
• Match: [from the phone] Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
• Pencil: Thet … thet's awesome! I'll calls'ee righ' back nex' mornin', 've got to get these kids to sleep.
• Match: [from the phone] Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Dining room

• Saye: I wonder what they put in cereal these days that makes it taste so weird.
• Citlali: Hey, I wonder that too!
• Saye: I mean, like, back in my day cereal had real nutrients and stuff.
• Citlali: Yeah, back in 2002.
• Saye: What are you talking about? You lived through the 2000's, the decade of artificiality.
• Citlali: At least I know what artificiality means! Avi, what does that mean?
• Javier: Artificiality, the—
• Citlali: Okay, we're done for.
• Pencil: E'eryone, kids, 'o wants to know the great news I found out las' night?
• Ximena: I want to know!
• Pencil: Remember when yer Aun' Match kept sayin' thet she wanted ter open a restauran' acos she was tired o' bein' a subordinate?
• Salvador: Is that when she came here and cried for three hours?
• Pencil: Nope … it was four hours.
• Javier: I think what Mum is saying is that Aunt Match actually opened her restaurant.
• Pencil: Aw, I was a-goin' to tell e'eryone the news!
• [ Saye · Citlali ]: What's the restaurant called?
• Pencil: She calls'e Hissers, an' it's motto … wait fer'e … [almost starts laughing] "If there can be a Terwiter's fer men, why can' there be an 'Issers fer girls?"
• Yaretzi: Let me guess … kids under 18 aren't allowed in?
• Pencil: Thet's correct. An' thet applies to you too, Saye.
• Saye: Aw, seriously?
• Citlali: Aw, seriously? Wait, that's David's line from BFDI!
• Salvador: Don't forget our Aunt … Needy.

[A hand comes down from the sky, but Salvador slaps it as a high five.]

Fourth grade classes

• Mrs. Chembe: And the award for Least Materialistic Student goes to … Yaretzi! Nzuri sana, na kuja juu juu! Because everyone in my class is a winner!
• Yaretzi: Oh, thank you! [she goes up] But I don't deserve this. Therefore, I will personally divide this into twenty-nine pieces and give them all to you!

[The class cheers.]

• Mrs. Chembe: Oh, Yaretzi, you are too nice of a person.

[She goes back to her seat.]

• muroan^{[char tag?]}: Yaretzi?
• Yaretzi: Yes?
• muroan^{[char tag?]}: Diwanita would want to know what it's like if you and your evil sister switched bodies.
• Yaretzi: Which evil sister?
• diwanita^{[char tag?]}: Your twin! What would it be like to belike her?
• Yaretzi: Oh. I haven't thought of that yet. And so, from midnight on, I will no longer be Yaretzi, and Zorah'll no longer be … that!

[Meanwhile, in Zorah's class across the hall.]

• Zorah: What the hell? I'm getting this feeling that it's time for me to do a twin twitcheroo—I mean, switcheroo!

Headmistress's office

• Golf Ball: [sigh] As shown through the surveillance camera, I just know that they are going to be here in five, four, three, two …

[Enter Pen and Pencil, hastily.]

• Pencil: Wot's goin' on?
• Pen: What was it from which I had to be pulled from work? One of our children's been caught on fire?
• Golf Ball: No, no, no. Absolutely not.
• Pencil: Thank God, I'd'n' wan' to sue this school. Think about our popularity!
• Pen: Hold on, Bossy Bot tricked us? Should have known, she hates us!
• Golf Ball: Yes, ever since Leadarse outsmarted me in the pop culture decathlon!
• Pencil: Thet was eighteen years ago, let it go!
• Golf Ball: And I still don't know what a mack daddy is. I am here about your son, and by your constant appearances, I am pretty sure you know which one about which I speak.

[Pencil and Pen look at each other.]

• [ Pencil · Pen ]: Salvador.
• Pen: What did he do this time?
• Golf Ball: Our most recent record says he beat up another student for … disproving him on a problem in arithmetics.
• Pen: Oh my gosh!
• Pencil: An' thet ain' e'en the wors' we've seen'e!
• Golf Ball: That he is already carrying out these evil doings in the third grade is bad enough, do you know what may happen in future should he lay untreated? Suspensions, expulsions, appearances on object shows, arrests … I will suggest to my secretary that he come here right now. [going on her walkie-talkie] Secretary, summon SS at once!
• Tennis Ball: On it!
• Pen: The SS? You're kidding me, eh!
• Pencil: Thought they disbanded years ago.
• Golf Ball: No, he has been here for so long that we have no chance but to initial his name!
• Pencil: Ah.

[Salvador suddenly appears from the headmistress's desk.]

• Salvador: You called?
• Golf Ball: What the?!
• Salvador: Did you know that Golf Ball keeps a record of everyone in the school? I found out that this girl, Saima Piovahonnen, is so dumb she deserves to go back to the country from which she came.
• Golf Ball: Oh, wait until you find your entry.
• Pen: Chavo, what did you just do at school?
• Salvador: Why, did the stupid people tell you? 'Cause I will … I did nothing!
• Golf Ball: Salvador D'Israeli Schreiber, you are to end your antics right now, lest my prevention of further measures, and one and only option.
• Salvador: I don't care!

[He starts ripping up papers.]

• Pencil: Wot'n'ale?
• Pen: He's usually got only half of this potential!
• Pencil: Wot's yer other option …
• Golf Ball: He either cease his doings, or he gets expelled and forcibly transferred into … military school.
• [ Pencil · Pen ]: [ Wot · What ]?
• Salvador: Fine, I Will Cease it!
• Golf Ball:I don't care... you will be forcibly dropped out of school.
• Pen: WHAT?!!!
• Golf Ball: What?
• Pen: HOW DARE YOU TREAT MY SON THAT WAY! I AM GONNA FIND YOU AND KILL YOU! STUPID BALL!

Notes

References: Hooters