|— This is a transcribed copy of "RMS & Brandon's First Episode". —|
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|Previous: "OK Dendy! Let's Be K.O.!"||Next: "Let's Not Be Skeletons"|
|The episode starts off with K.O., Enid, and Rad fighting Darrell|
|Darrell||I’m gonna make you regret ever being born!|
|K.O.||Never! I love being born!|
|A Real Magic Skeleton is on his phone and Brandon watches and eats pretzels. Then the titlecard appears|
|A Real Magic Skeleton||Stop chewing so loud. I’m not gonna be able to edit that out.|
|Brandon chew the pretzel.|
|A Real Magic Skeleton||Come on, dude. I can’t focus when I’m laughing.|
|A Real Magic Skeleton and Brandon laughs. Darrell was about to punch Rad while K.O. stops him.|
|K.O. waves to A Real Magic Skeleton and Brandon.|
|K.O.||Hey Brandon. Hey, A Real Magic Skeleton.|
|A Real Magic Skeleton and Brandon||[Waves] Hey, K.O..|
|Enid power kicks Darrell, Rad punches him and K.O. punches him. A flying Darrell head flies to Boxmore and crashes the roof.|
|Darrell||I’ll be back later with my terrible siblings!|
A Real Magic Skeleton: Back to the store?
Brandon: Lead the way, brother.
[Scene cuts to the iFrame Outlet. Brandon plays around a display case and A Real Magic Skeleton dusts the register]
Singer: Frame your picture!
Brandon: Whoo! Almost done with this. Let the weekend begin!
A Real Magic Skeleton: Uh, it’s Tuesday, my dude.
Brandon: Oh! Oh. [A Real Magic Skeleton breaks the case to free Brandon’s hands] Oh. Oh.
[A Real Magic Skeleton groans]
Mr. iFrame: [Whistling] A-hemp-hemp-hemp!
A Real Magic Skeleton and Brandon: Boss?
Mr. iFrame: Boys! I sense a disturbing presence drawing near with a very important task. Beware, my trusty aides! At any moment, it could reveal itself!
[Mad Sam drives his motorcycle through Brandon’s picture]
A Real Magic Skeleton and Brandon: Yipe! M-M-Mad Sam!
Mr. iFrame: All right, you’ve got this one, boys. Toodle-oo! [Leaves]
Mad Sam: I heard you two was the best framers in the business. [Grabs A Real Magic Skeleton’s and Brandon’s legs to show them his helmet] You see this?
A Real Magic Skeleton and Brandon: Mm-hmm!
Mad Sam: [Sets his helmet on the counter and smashes A Real Magic Skeleton and Brandon to the wall] I want it framed! And if it ain’t perfect, I’ll destroy this place! [Steps on the counter] And I’ll destroy you! [Hops back to his motorcycle] See ya later! [Leaves]
A Real Magic Skeleton: [Sighs] Here we are again, fearing for our lives, framing— [Grabs the helmet] gah— junk. I like hanging out with you all the time, but don’t you ever feel… trapped?
Brandon: Speak for yourself! Despite the couple wackos, this place rules! Plus, it’s like the easiest job in the world!
A Real Magic Skeleton: Is it, though?
Brandon: Yeah! Everything’s easy with you around! Now, let’s get to work… after I take a nap.
A Real Magic Skeleton: Huh? [Brandon hops on the counter with newspapers to nap] Now? [Brandon snores] But we gotta frame Mad Sam’s helmet! I just don’t get paid enough for any of this! Look at him… so peaceful. Not a care in the world. Must be nice to be so willfully complacent. Huh?
[Newsprint reads “Looking 4 Bigger and Better Things?” Zooms in to “Coffee Shop Looking 4 Barista Apply Now!!!!! Zooms in another text]
A Real Magic Skeleton: “25 more pennies an hour”? This could be just what I need to get out of this funk. Watching Brandon sleep can be fun sometimes, but maybe it’s time for me to move up in the world! Sorry, Brandon, but I’ve gotta get that job! [Cuts to A Real Magic Skeleton filling a resume] Well, let’s see. Special skills. Uh… Framing proficien—Ugh, no, that’s dumb. Does magic count as a special skill? [A clang sound is heard] Maybe I should— [Another clang sound is heard] Wha— [Purple flames] Ooh, my geez, why?! What are you doing?!
Brandon: I’m trying to get Mad Sam’s helmet in this display case. [Slams the helmet]
A Real Magic Skeleton: Ugh! [Brandon slams again] You’re driving me nuts! Brandon, my dude, I love you, but I’m so glad I’m applying for a new job.
Brandon: New job?!
A Real Magic Skeleton: Yep! And with the extra 25 pennies a week, it’ll only take me, like… 2,000 years to become a millionaire! And once I have that much money, I’ll be able to do the things I always dreamed of. [Dreams of buying a steak with bone]
Employer: Here ya go.
A Real Magic Skeleton: [Gets his order and places a bill in the tips jar] Ahh!
Brandon: So you’re just gonna turn your back on all the cool stuff we do here? Like when we duct-taped each other to the walls? Or that time I took all your bones and hid them around the store.
A Real Magic Skeleton: I didn’t like when you did that! I need my bones.
Brandon: Well, what about the time we thought we were level 100 and fought big Darrell. [Imagines fighting big Darrell]
A Real Magic Skeleton: That was K.O..
Brandon: Okay, well, still… our jobs are great! Think about how sweet our future will be, working here together, forever. [Echos] Forever… forever… forever.
[Imagines Crinkly Wrinkly burying Brandon and him in the store]
Crinkly Wrinkly and Brandon: Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo!
A Real Magic Skeleton: [shudders] [He checks his phone to see Drupe messaging him] Mm. Come on. Drupe picked up some sour candy.
Brandon: Oh, whoo! Whoo, whoo, whoo!
[Scene cuts to Drupe at the alley]
Brandon: Hey, Drupe!
A Real Magic Skeleton: Hi.
Drupe: Hey, guys. Y’all ready? [Shows the candy]
Brandon: Yes. [Grabs the candy]
Drupe: Careful— it’s super sour.
Brandon: [Eats the candy and puckers his mouth] Agh! Ooh! Sour! [Hands the candy to A Real Magic Skeleton]
A Real Magic Skeleton: [Eats the candy] [Puckers his mouth] Very sour!
Drupe: My turn. So what’s up with you guys? [Eats the candy] [Puckers her mouth] How’s the frame store?
Brandon: Oh, it’s all right, you know. Except for all the betrayal.
A Real Magic Skeleton: Come on, dude! What’s so bad about wanting to follow my ambitions?
Drupe: Are you guys in a fight or something?
A Real Magic Skeleton: No, no, it’s nothing. I just want to try something new. But Brandon is apparently fine with me staying complacent forever!
Brandon: Yes! Thank you!
Drupe: I don’t know. Your life seems pretty okay, RMS.
A Real Magic Skeleton: It’s not that it’s bad, it’s just… I don’t know! You don’t ever want to try for more? Chase your dreams or whatever? I just don’t want to be stuck in the same place forever. Anyway, thanks for the candy, Drupe. I gotta head back to work now.
Brandon: I work at the same place, so I gotta go, too. See ya, Drupe.
[A Real Magic Skeleton bored and Brandon drumming on the counter and listening to music. Mad Sam comes by with his motorcycle]
A Real Magic Skeleton: Ugh! I need to think this over— elsewhere! [Comes in Mr. iFrame’s office] Hey, Mr. iFrame. I don’t really have anyone else to talk to about any of this. Maybe you’ve heard. I’m looking to apply somewhere else. I want to broaden my horizons. But, on the other hand, I’d miss spending all my waking hours with you and Brandon. I just don’t know what to do!
Mr. iFrame: Real Magic Skeleton!
A Real Magic Skeleton: Sorry! Uh, this is rude of me. I’ll just get going.
[Mr. iFrame hops out of his chair and A Real Magic Skeleton catches him]
Mr. iFrame: Don’t be like me— trapped here in this frame! You are young. And you can trap your soul anywhere on this planet! Go out there! Live, my boy! Follow your wildest dreams!
A Real Magic Skeleton: [In tears] Really? [Hugs Mr. iFrame] Oh, thank you for supporting me, Mr. iFrame! Unless… you want to give me a raise? [Mr. iFrame hids from him] Hey! I can still see you!
Mr. iFrame: [Hides] Hmm!
A Real Magic Skeleton: [Groans] Whatever. [Drops the frame]
Mr. iFrame: Ah, it’s dark!
A Real Magic Skeleton: This is the kind of stuff I’m talkin’ about. [Slams the door on Brandon] I’m headed out to get that job!
Brandon: What?! You can’t leave! [Drags on A Real Magic Skeleton’s cape]
A Real Magic Skeleton: Why not?!
Brandon: Because I need you… [grabs the helmet] to help me frame this helmet. [Alarm is heard] And, uh, that.
[The bodega closes its windows and the Boxmore box drops]
Brandon: Don’t you want to film the battle from the sidelines? It’ll be the 1,000th in our collection. [K.O., Enid, and Rad fights the Boxmore robots] What do you say?!
A Real Magic Skeleton: Oh, Brandon! Come on, man, I have to do this. [Leaves the store]
Brandon: A Real Magical Skeleton! If you go, then… then… then we’re not friends anymore!
A Real Magic Skeleton: Brandon, if you don’t let me, then perhaps we never were. [A Real Magic Skeleton heads off to get his job. K.O., Enid, and Rad continues to fight the robots. A Real Magic Skeleton holds his resume. His limbs get blasted off during the fight] Ah, geez. [Crawls]
Darrell: Boy, we sure are getting our butts kicked! Eh? Hey, look— bones!
A Real Magic Skeleton: What? No! [Darrell gets his bones] What are you doing?! Stop it! [Darrell kicks his head and rolls] No! No, no, no, no. No. [His resume is on sight and takes it] This is useless.
Brandon: Need a hand… [Offers to help A Real Magic Skeleton and carries his bones] or three?
A Real Magic Skeleton: Brandon… You’re helping me? And you’re wearing Sam’s helmet?
Brandon: Well, I couldn’t just watch you fall apart like that. And I gotta protect me to protect you, bro! Now, let’s get you that job!
[Brandon carries A Real Magic Skeleton dodging the battle]
K.O.: [Screams and lands on a tree] Hi, fellas! [The tree falls]
Brandon: We’re almost there, buddy! [Jethro is tossed at his head] We’re so close, buddy! [Darrell, Shannon, and Raymond are tossed at him] Ow. [Mikayla is tossed at his head] Ow!
[Ernesto was rolled and heading towards Brandon]
Rad: Heads up!
Brandon: No, no, no, no, no! [Ernesto catches up to Brandon and A Real Magic Skeleton]
Rad: Watch out! [Explosion]
[Enid and Rad runs off. Brandon and A Real Magic Skeleton survives and enters the coffee shop]
A Real Magic Skeleton: I’d like to apply for the job! [Brandon fixes him]
Barista Pup: Huh. What job? Oh! Aw, shoot. Sorry, RMS, but we already filled that position.
A Real Magic Skeleton: Wha?!
Drupe: [Makes coffee] Oh, hey, guys! All the stuff you guys were talking about earlier got me thinking I should be doing more with my life. So when I saw this ad in the paper, I just went for it! Thanks!
[Brandon and A Real Magic Skeleton groans]
Brandon: I’m sorry, man. I’m sure there’s plenty of other places you can apply to.
A Real Magic Skeleton: Yeah, I guess. But I can keep working at the frame store… till I find something else, at least.
Brandon: Well, we can if we don’t both get fired for wrecking Mad Sam’s helmet.
[A Real Magic Skeleton and Brandon laughs]
Mad Sam: Hey!
A Real Magic Skeleton and Brandon: Huh?! M-M-M-M-Mad Sam!
Mad Sam: [Grabs both] Don’t scream. Just hug. [Both hug]
[The episode ends]