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Plathrack garsh shoop shoren!

Well, then we shall meet tomorrow when I annihilate...

I-I gotta go! BEEP

Weaver. What can I do for you?

Who were you talking to? And when did you get a phone?

Hmm? CRUNCH

Oh, that's my phone! Overlord! Why have you entered my fortress?

I've entered our attic

because we can all hear you downstairs

yelling in a strange language.

I've no idea what you're talking about...

Ha! Why are you reading about Hallow Bay's famous astronaut

Carlton Chartreuse? You're crinkling it!

Because I find him inspirational.

I... He's been to space, you know. You're from space!

ZAPS OK, what is going on?

HE STUTTERS You...

I am not acting suspicious, you are acting suspicious!

HE STRAINS Come on!

You... You have to... You have to push...

I know that!

GROANS, THUD

I hate this house!

# The Underwoods The fam of the hour

♪ Hallow Bay's finest Weaver, Willow, Jim and Flower

♪ Things were all good Every day was the same

♪ Then, ding-dong Their lives all changed... ♪

Overlord! ♪ Second most wanted in the Cosmos

♪ Sold out his boss Cos the space feds were too close

♪ No more running round Crushing lives at will

♪ Witness protection That's the deal

♪ A fall from grace For someone so celestial

♪ Now they got a cuz Who's extra-terrestrial

♪ He's super evil And they're super good

♪ It's Overlord And The Underwoods. ♪

Oh no, you failed your driving test. No, I passed.

Yay! Now you can drive me everywhere!

In the Fire Star Nebula, two-year-olds pilot battleships.

But sure, "yay" for being able to drive a mini-van.

Well, on the way home we let Willow drive,

and she got a speeding ticket. Wha...? Ha-ha-ha!

I hope you chewed up the ticket and spat it out!

In my defence,

the guy in front of us was driving super slow.

It would've taken us three days to get home

if I hadn't sped up a little...

First, Willow, that "guy" ended up being a cop!

And second, you sped so fast,

you almost made your father sick to his stomach.

OK, I have a sensitive stomach. And I had clam chowder for lunch.

So, just poor choices all around. You know what, Willow,

we are very happy that you passed the Hallow Bay driving test.

But because of the speeding ticket,

you now have to pass the Underwood Driving Test.

Underwood Driving Test. That is not a real thing.

Yeah. Yes, it is. And you cannot have the car

until you prove that you can stay calm under pressure.

Calm under pressure. Have you seen me on the field?

Yeah. You're fast and aggressive. Good for sports, bad for driving.

The test will begin tomorrow at 08:00, sharp.

I'll be there at 07:59, dearest parents.

I'll see you there. All right.

So... what's the, ah...

what's the rest of your day look like? Oh, y'know, usual.

Just maybe go do some light reading,

laugh at Petey Carello across the street,

riding a skateboard.

Cool. Cool!

Cool.

SCREAMS Ah!

Oh! What are you guys doing?!

Well, you have failed the first section

of the Underwood Driving Test - reflexes. Yeah.

But your throwing arm, though - it's on point. Yeah.

How has the test even started? I'm not even in the car.

I didn't get a warning, or...

When you're on the road, you have to be ready.

This test is bananas. Please tell me it's over.

Oh, no. The test neither begins nor ends...

No, no, no, no, it ends. You just won't know when. Hoh!

Spy spin, huh!

HE CHUCKLES, GRUNTS

'..which is close to my galaxy,

'only five people live there, But they are very, very powerful.

'And let me tell you, ha-ha-ha-ha...

'you do not want to vacation there.'

Maybe we should destroy it?

BROOM CLATTERS

Weaver! What are you doing here?

I was right, you were hiding something - aliens!

Aliens?! These are not aliens, they're my underlings!

Oh... hey.

'Sup? Hey.

Hello! Or, as the Radicchions say, "Krondl'eth".

I'm Reginald, co-owner of Pix And Panels.

You here to join your friend Mike in our LARP group?

LARP? Mike?! Wha...? That's right! That's me... Mike.

The test continues. Finally! The car part.

OK, wai... hold on, hold on. I need to... find my phone.

Ah! There it is. OK.

Wait, wait, wait. I need to check the weather.

Another way to do that is by going outside.

It's, like, five feet away. Ah, there's a breeze.

OK, so which windbreaker should I wear,

the tan one or the light beige one?

This one's a bit intense... Dad!

Yep, OK. All right. Here we go.

OK. Oh, wait, hold on, hold on.

I need to apply my SPF180 and let it set...

I know what you're doing, Dad. What do you mean?

You're stalling on purpose

when you know I just want to go outside and drive!

45 seconds. Yep!

I bet your dad you couldn't last a minute without yelling.

I'm always right. OK, you promised you wouldn't gloat.

But she is right.

You did fail the second section - patience. Unbelievable.

You weren't planning to let me drive today?

No way. Nope. Ugh! This isn't normal!

OK, Keys, keys, keys! Ooh!

Nice catch.

I have sunscreen on my hands. That's true.

You're acting out fantastical space-themed scenarios

and playing combat with other role-players, for fun.

And he's really dedicated. He never even takes off his helmet.

Real method actor-y.

You're in a live action role-play group!

That's why you've been reading up on astronauts!

I'm not role-playing!

These underlings accept me for the Overlord that I am.

The Supreme Leader of a faction of fearsome space fighters...

Uh, actually, I'm the leader, or Game Master.

Mike, here, is our Number Two.

That's why everyone keeps calling you Number Two. Cool!

How can I join this group? What? No! He-he...

It's an elaborate months-long process... No, it's not.

No. All you do is come back tomorrow

in some space-themed costume

and bring some fun stories to add to the narrative.

You know what? Pick up a story guide.

I command you to shut-up, Reginald!

Inappropriate tone, Mike!

Show some respect,

or you shall be tasked with another smoothies run.

Get your gorgeous wing away from my helmet!

This kid cannot join the group. Ugh! Get out of here.

You're ruining my plan... play... play! Go!

Out!

Hey, Bebe! Beatrice, my BFF! Uh... Weaver, right?

Haven't seen you lately, Weaves.

You've been really busy with Overlord.

Sorry. He's a little needy. You know how Overlords are.

Yeah, cos I've met so many in my lifetime.

Anyway, forget him,

you up for an after-school Bebe-Weaver hangout?

Sure. Wait, you don't want to try and learn basketball again, do you?

Actually, you know that thing you're in,

that you always want me to join, that I never want to do?

My handbell choir? Definitely not.

I think it's called LARPing? Yes! Finally!

You know all the game rules, right?

It's a bit different for each group but, yeah,

we could join my friends to the Valley of Shadow this weekend.

Or go on an epic quest to... I was thinking this exact one.

"Let Us LARP. Combining our love of lettuce and space fantasy."

Weird flex, but OK!

I've been asking you to LARP since forever, so why now?

Love salad. OK.

All right, under players, your Overlord is here.

Sweet mosquito's pockets! What's happening?!

Hey, Mike, Krondl'eth!

Strength and honour to the galaxy. Let's play!

What's he doing here? What are you doing here?

You defied my order!

And you brought that crafty, tiny human you're always with.

Hey, who're you calling "tiny", Overgrown?

Hey, everyone! I'm the Game Master today,

so please help me in welcoming our new members, Weaver and Bebe.

CLAPPING

They'll be part of the space rebellion Arugula.

As Overlord, I forbid it!

OK. But you're not an overlord, though. You're Number 2.

I might be Number 2... I thought this was Bebe-Weaver time?

How come you didn't mention Overlord was part of this?

Oh, didn't I?

I'm totally here to spend time with you,

and keep an eye on Overlord.

Cool costume. Do you buy your capes at Cape Blanchett's on Elm?

At Cape Beck, on sale! Whoa.

Now that I'm part of your LARP group,

I can find out what you're really up to.

I'm watching you. Oh, no, I am watching you!

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

Are you guys done?

I need to pick up my dry-cleaning at six.

Ugh, did Mom make another dog food cake

for another dog birthday? TEXT ALERT

"Pool party at Danya's. Get the car and come!"

Mom, Dad, can I please take the car...

LOUD WHIRRING

R0-FL! What have you done?

What is that horrible sound?

That is my "humans in peril" file.

It's a mix of Weaver's nightmare screams and Jim's singing.

You're a terrible driver, Willow. Ow. Ow. Ow.

I wasn't even... It was an accident. Right.

But did you not see the signs? To observe your observation skills.

You failed the final test, Willow - identifying hazards.

This is SO ridic. None of the tests you put me through today

were real-world situations! And roping R0-FL into this?!

I was responsible and passed my driving test.

Why can't I drive?

Oh, I get it. You just don't trust me.

Oh, no.

We are the rebel forces of Oakleafun!

We run from the Federation of Batavia.

As Game Master, Reginald crafts the narrative.

As players, we can add to the story if he asks us.

Number 2, the Federation forces are close.

Where can we seek shelter? My home planet of Frabjle,

known for its lava trees and two-headed sheep.

Appreciating the details. How do we get there?

All right. We just need to sneak past these six annoying planets

and they don't like me... er, us.

Overlord's just telling everyone his true life story.

To Frabjle!

To Frabjle! Let's go!

Ooh. OK! Reginald!

That should do it! Yes!

Sleever the Scribe, watch out!

Oh, Lady Lorna, I am forever indebted.

Ha-ha!

Hey, I guess I was wrong. I'm having fun.

And I think Overlord is, too. Told ya.

Oh, Reginald? Time, guys. Timeout.

Simon! Um, we're in the middle of something here.

Sorry, I know you're having your costume club,

but we have to talk about this text.

"I am still deeply upset about our most recent dispute."

If you really want a vacation in Tampa, that's fine,

but we're gonna lose the deposit on our Hawaii trip.

I didn't send you that text. Then why do I have one from you?

Do we all need to be a part of this conversation?

Sorry, guys. You know what, you guys keep going,

and I will be right back.

Goodbye, and good ridda... luck, Reginald.

I mean, I'll be right back. Like five, tops.

Give us ten. We may as well figure out

where to put the new Mystical Mage issues. They just came in.

Are those my studio lights?

Yes. I'll put them away when we're done.

All right. Gather round, Underlings! Now that I am Number 1,

my first vow will to never be Number 2 again!

My second vow will be to take us on a fun mission

to a space salvage station.

We need to gather solar cells so we can build a secret base!

We're mixing indoor and outdoor play?

Today sure is exciting.

And afterwards, smoothies for everyone!

CHEERING Follow me.

I knew it! I thought something was up with Overlord.

I joined the group to keep an eye on him. And I was right!

I thought you wanted to spend time with me

and that's why you joined?

It was about Overlord this whole time?

It's always about Overlord. Bebe, wait...

I'm going to join the others.

"Captain Chartreuse gifted with old solar cells

"from prototype rocket he once trained in."

Oh, no, this just got worse.

Bebe, I didn't think it would spiral like this.

I think Overlord is... Overlord, Overlord, Overlord!

No, listen. I know Overlord...

We've reached our destination - Space Salvage Station 20.

Hey, stop. Relax, Weaver.

We're all just LARPing! Look out! Kale-ians! Blast them!

ZAPS

Follow me to our next adventure!

Hey, honey. Listen, we're sorry we put you through those tests.

We just wanted you to be ready for anything on the road.

No, you guys have a point. I'm not ready to drive just yet.

I can be a little aggressive and speedy. Right. And...

And in the meantime, I'm fine with you driving me to hockey practice.

And, Dad, you can still drive me to early track meets in the mornings.

Oh. Ah... And the mall. And to school.

And to Danya's lake house three hours away.

You know what? I think you've mastered the lesson.

Oh? Which is?

Driving is like life's journey... You passed!

We should get you behind the wheel practising as soon as possible.

THEY GASP Oops. Wrong file.

Ha! You two just failed the Willow Underwood Test -

teenage manipulation. SHE WHOOPS

Here lie the very solar cells we need to build our secret base.

Hey! Astronaut Carlton Chartreuse lives here, doesn't he?

That's why you had the magazine in your attic. And this!

Wha...? Sorry, who lives here?

Ah... he's a friend. But he's not home right now.

So, stay in character, and remember, smoothies for all!

Make sure you get all of them. I think we should...

Hey!

Is that Captain Carlton Chartreuse, the astronaut?

Ah, no, that's just some old guy.

Stay right there.

Quick! Grab the solar cells and book it!

Go! Go!

Is Carlton Chartreuse part of our LARP group?!

Uh, sure. Weaver, we gotta go!

Ready to play!

Always an astronaut, never a LARPer.

We did it! That was fun!

Best LARP ever. Don't tell Reg.

Too late. Where have you all been? Did you not see my texts?

No.

Overl... Mike! Did you just steal solar cells

from Captain Chartreuse's yard?! Wait, steal? I thought you said...

It's fine. It isn't fine! Return them. Now.

No. Yes.

NO! YES!

I am Overlord!

You diverted from the narrative

and took them to a non-designated area?

You're way too intense for this group.

Intense?!

Yeah, we're not about real-life drama,

just role-playing drama.

Also, in retrospect, the narrative we participated in today

involved us moving a bunch of panels. Which kinda sucked.

I don't wanna have to do that again. Silence! Voting will commence now.

Those that are in favour of kindly rescinding the invitation

to Mike and his friend Weaver, please raise your hand.

But you all loved me! As Number 1... Number 2.

Reginald, you are the worst!

Curse you all!

I don't need this group, I'm Overl... Mike! I'm Mike!

You get out of my...

HE STRAINS

You gotta pull it. Pull.

GROANS, BANG

I'm gonna send you the invoice for that.

What are you doing? Anger, man. Anger problems, man.

What do you need these for anyway? None of your business, nerdling!

You're exhausting. And you have a lot to learn about Overlording

because you just got bounced by your "Underlings"!

Well, you have a lot to learn about friendship,

because you just lost your best human, Bleeblee.

Bebe. That's what I said.

Take the cells back. No.

Cool. Then I'm just gonna tell my parents if you don't.

And then my mom... Fine! Ugh, you ruin everything!

Your ride is here. Wait, where's Overlord?

Never heard of him.

Thanks for picking me up, Willow.

I didn't want Mom or Dad to know I got into this weird LARPing drama.

No sweat. I get it. You're a pretty good driver, Willow.

Thanks, kid. But you're terrible at directions.

It took us forever to get home. OK, just get in the house.

I just have one last thing to do...

Haven't thrown pebbles since we were, like, ten.

Why didn't you just call? Overlord broke my phone.

Of course he did.

Lady Lorna, powerful warrior from the Romaine Nebula,

I, Sleever, a lowly scribe, plead your forgiveness.

Please hear my galactical apology.

Sorry that I was selfish

and roped you into another one of Overlord's schemes.

I really did have fun with you. I always do.

Sleever the Scribe from Planet Watercress,

I, Lady Lorna, powerful warrior and awesome LARPer...

...accept your galactical apology.

Also, you're now part of my handbell choir.

Wait, wait, what? See you tomorrow, Sleever!

Did you return the solar cells? Yes.

Wait, do you... do you miss your LARPing friends?

Friends?! Gross. They're called Underlings.

I finally found people who care... Uh, I mean... bend to my wishes,

but now... I'm just stuck with you boring Underwoods.

Well, I have something to show you.

Come downstairs. Never!

It's something for you. HE GRUNTS

Show me! Ah...

I know you're bummed. We might not be your Underlings,

but we are the Underwoods. And we can...

LARP with you!

Your costumes are awful. I mean... I...

I guess we could give it a try. I'll be Game Master.

Ahem. In a distant galaxy on the planet of Plythrak...

There was an Overlord whom everyone feared.

He was Number 1!

ZAPS Oh.

OK, well, I'll get the broom.

And that's the end of LARPing in this house.

Yeah. A-ha! HE HUMS TO HIMSELF

ZAPS

It begins...

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