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Hey Charlie, have you seen the Boss lately?

No. No, I haven't, why? What's up?

I actually had this weird run-in with him recently.

I was walking in the office, and he cornered me,

and started like mumbling some like weird...

- Oh my God. - ...yeah, some like weird phrases.

They weren't in English. And then,

I didn't know what to say back and then he stared screaming, like...

He screamed at you?

...screaming these sounds at me, like he was stuck in a loop.

That's scary, dude.

It was the most terrifying thing I've ever experienced.

Absolutely. Well, I haven't seen him in like a week or so,

but if I see him, I'll let you know right away.

Please do, cuz, yeah, I'm really worried about him.

I'm worried now too, absolutely, no, I'll hit you up if I see him.

- Yo, Allan, what are you hosing there? - This homeless man won't leave.

So I'm spraying him with dirty brown water.

Stop, man, stop it, buzz off! Why don't you!

Wait, Allan! STOP!

Oh my Gosh! You're Gwimbly!

I played your games as a lil tadpole,

I must have collected a million cans of creamed corn

in Gwimbly III: Gwimbly's Revenge.

Cool, rock on, brother!

I wish this red thing appreciated me like you do!

I hate this red thing! I spit on you.

Allan!

Mr. Gwimbly, I'm sorry to see you're in such a bad spot.

We're the Smiling Friends, we can help you!

I don't need your help,

I'm doing my own thing now, and I'm thriving!

But I can do my iconic Gwimbly

victory dance for only $5?

- I take Venmo! - No.

Well, I don't do my iconic victory dance for nothing.

Okay, I guess just this once I can do it for nothing.

Ooh. Ooh. Ooh.

Okay, I guess I can do one more for nothing...

Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Ah!

- Whoa, whoa! Hey! Hey! - Just sit down, sit down.

- Sit down, we got you, you're good. - Gwimbly, are you alright?

Yeah, no, I'm alright.

I think it was just the second dance that did it.

- Do you have any creamed corn? - What?

I'm sorry, one second, I just got a request.

Hey, James from Idaho.

A little birdie told me it's your birthday today,

and you are also a big fan of Gwimbly.

Oh yeah, Ooh. Ooh. Ooh.

- I also... - We should help him smile, Charlie!

Pim, you know the rules.

We can't force someone to accept our help. They have to ask.

But, but it's Gwimbly!

He formed an essential part of my childhood,

I hate to see him like this.

Them's the rules, man. Sorry.

It's right there on the plaque.

Wait, Pim.

I'll help you fix this thing up so he can leave for good.

My arm is getting tired from all the spraying.

Really?

A Pim and Allan adventure!!!

Alright. Well, good luck with that.

And I'm seeing here I should,

I should also tell Tyler to go to hell.

I don't know who Tyler is or what that means...

Look, Gwimbly, I know you're all about

doing solo missions these days,

but if you give us a chance to help you,

you'll see that team work makes the dream work!

- Oh my gosh! - Don't look, don't look at that.

Nothing like chilling out in the break room

with my best friend, Glep.

Right, Glep?

- Can I help you? - What is this place?

This is Smiling Friends.

We're like a charity that helps people smile.

Wait. So, can you make me smile then?

It depends. Are you sad?

Yeah. I am, actually.

Maybe if you get me a glass of milk,

I'll be happy.

Okay.

Here you go.

This TV's old.

You dipshits don't have a flat screen?

- We've always ha... - What's the green thing do?

Well, he...

Actually, I don't know, that's a good question.

I hate milk.

That mess on the ground isn't helping me smile.

What? No, you clean it up. You threw it, dude.

You have to do anything I want until I smile.

Them's the rules, right?

God dammit!

And guess what? It takes a lot to make me smile.

Sorry, it was just a gulp.

- Oh, Okay. - Yeah.

Alright, Gwimbly, you can sleep here.

No, Allan, we still need to like, do stuff to help him.

That's what Charlie and I usually do on these missions.

So Gwimbly, how does it feel to be back

at your old game company?

I bet it's filling you with old memories!

Yeah, shitty memories!

These bastards didn't appreciate me for years!

Don't be silly, Gwimbly, look!

Well, I haven't seen that in a long time.

I sure looked cool back then.

I mean, I still, I look the exact same now,

but you know, what I mean.

Don't forget,

you're the reason this company became

successful in the first place!

Now let's go in there and demand you

get another Gwimbly game!

Yeah! Yeah!

The CEO will see you now.

What? She startled me.

Gwimbly!

Nice to see you after all these years.

I see your solo career is going successfully.

I swear to God if I had my Gwimbly-Gun on me right now...!

Gwimbly. No, stop.

Look, Mr. CEO,

I know you two didn't part on the best terms.

But, speaking as a long time Gwimbly fan,

I really think you should consider making a new Gwimbly game.

The fans would love it!

I'm afraid to say it's not 1998 anymore.

Things have changed since you decided to leave.

These days it's not about collecting cans of creamed corn

and childish platforming.

Now it's all DLC and micro transactions and fuck you!

Do you want a chicken nugget?

That's disgusting.

Yeah. Well, I'll always be the iconic mascot

of this damned stupid company!

WRONG!

We have a new and improved breadwinner.

Introducing Troglore!

With over one quad-TRILLION polygons,

he is the new icon of modern gaming!

He's quick, he's smart.

Hey, yeah, no, don't shoot that, please.

Just no firing inside, I love it personally, we...

we really just can't do it indoors.

There's other office buildings below us.

I'm Sorry.

Yeah, sorry, that was from us, yeah.

No, everything's fine, it was just an accident.

It was Troglore, yeah.

I've sorted it out. Yeah, no it won't happen again.

So you can't take him off our hands?

I suppose Gwimbly can be a skin in the new Troglore game.

But only if you...

kiss my nugget.

I hate this guy.

Oh, fuck you!

- No! Hey! Pim! - Gwimbly. No, no, no, stop.

- No, no, stop, stop, stop. - No! Stop! Oh my gosh.

Come on, let's go.

We can crowdfund your own Gwimbly game.

Troglore, I can't allow them to make

an independent Gwimbly game.

It's my IP to sit on and do nothing with.

We must find them...

and destroy them.

Yes, master.

Hey! Where is it?

I dunno how good this is gonna be,

I've never made a casserole before.

Why are you dressed like that?

Because you said it would make you smile.

I want McDonald's.

Look, I've literally done every single thing you've asked.

I don't know why you're doing this to me,

but I am begging you, I am begging you, please,

I want you to genuinely smile. Please, just smile.

Dude, I couldn't focus on what you were saying

with that thing on your face.

I was sick of starin' at it.

And that's why you have to come back!

A Gwimbly game just wouldn't be the same

without the arch nemesis.

What do you say, Count Groxia?

Yeah, I gotta be honest, it does sound cool.

But my schedule is so packed,

there's just no time, you know?

My boys learning piano,

my daughter's doing all sorts of stuff, but, yeah,

if I had the time, I totally would. But no, yeah.

Oh come on! It'll be just like the old days!

Remember when I used to beat your ass

over the creamed corn?

Yeah, yeah, I remember.

Can he at least crash on your couch?

Darling, I don't think this man should be here.

I think this man should leave. He's scaring me.

- Sorry, guys, I've gotta go. - But we...

Guys, I've really gotta go, bye.

Oh well! Ah.

We can still make a Gwimbly game

without the second main character!

Are there any other characters from your stupid game?

Well, there is my trusted sidekick, Mr. Millipede!

I wonder what he's up to!

I am so sorry, Gwimbly.

It's just wrong, man.

Mr. Millipede was like a damned brother to me.

And I'm gonna say what nobody else is willing to say,

America has a fuckin' fentanyl crisis.

Ooh. Ooh. Ooh.

That's beautiful.

Can he sleep here?

Gwimbly!

Yeah, I don't know. Maybe like ten minutes ago

or something?

Yeah, ripped fully off, off my face. Yeah.

- "Yeah, Fully rip off my face." - No, I still have it. It's on ice.

-"Yeah, It's on ice." -Sorry, sorry, I'm sorry.

Can you repeat the last thing you said?

I can't really- I'm having trouble hearing.

"Yeah, I Can't hear you." Shut Up!

What if the only thing that makes me smile

is slowly sawing your head off?

There's an evil man after us!

Gwimbly, where are you?

Who's the fat ugly nerd?

What did you call me? Troglore! SHOOT HIM! NOW!

But you said I cannot shoot inside, master.

What? Shoot! Do it now, you idiot!

That's all I needed. Peace, dorks.

That man should not be allowed to walk the streets.

My master is dead. I'm all alone.

What do I do now?

I'm sick of being alone too.

Well. Do you want to team up, make something new?

Okay. Sure. What did you have in mind?

I guess Gwimbly just needed to let go of the past,

and join a bunch of other cool characters in a fighting game!

Yes, and I'm glad Gwimbly has a home,

so I don't need to hose him no more.

Allan, I love you!

Guys, my nose was ripped off my face,

this was not fun for me at all.

Come here.

Wait, is that the boss?

Yep. I sold my likeness to be used in this game.

That's where I've been all week!

Doing motion capture and crap.

That's where you were! We thought you went crazy!

Yep, guess I'm oogly goo!

HULLIBA, HULLIBA, HULLIBA,

- Oh my God! Charlie! - This is what he was doing?

- This is what I was talking about! - Mr.Boss? What the fuck.

Grab him. Charlie, what do we do?

Yeah, I see it now!

You did it again, James,

you pushed away the one guy

who actually gave a damn about you.

Shit.

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