Exposition of the two wandering around the maze bickering.

The only light present is a dim and dying fluorescent light above head, buzzing loudly.

They banter and they bicker as they do, all the time, every day. Crude insults are spewn, til they topple over each other. But something is different this time. A deep electrical hum booms in our feline companions ears, and before it can alert or question the canine to it, their surroundings melt into warm electric snow, and two are dragged into a deep static whirlpool.

They cut through the static, finding their way to solid ground once again. Head first with a loud hearty THUNK of course.

Pausing their clawing and biting, surprised at their new surroundings.

Their hairs stand up as their vision clears from the blinding static to reveal their new environment. This place so full of life is the opposite of the lab! None of these people are wearing coats or hazmat suits! Shocking lack of lab safety! More than that, there are things here you couldn't find in a text book even if you searched. So much to take in in such little time. They cling to the only familiar thing they can see in this strange place. Each other.

Now that everyones here, time for a little screen time. ahem~

Silver screen: AH! OUR FINAL GUEST STARS HAVE JUST MADE THEIR DEBUT! WELCOME TO THE PROGRAM. AIRING NOW TIL FOREVER! Until you are eliminated. OR UNTIL YOU WIN YOUR OWN BRAND NEW PLANET! NOW, DONT FUSS-

Fussing ensues. They skitter around howling, barking, meowing and yowling, knocking over furniture and filling the room with horrible dog screams. Goodness.

A Loud ringing microphone scree stops them in their tracks to plug their ears.

Silver screens: QUIET ON SET. Mind not hogging the spotlight? The stage is all yours. when I am DONE TALKING!

Despite the confusion and general fussing. The two followed directions very quickly, and SHUT THE HELL UP! They stare intently at the screen

Silver screens: AHEM! Your first challenge is to GET OUTTA HERE! NO REALLY!

Ears flicker and heads tilt as soon as the word “outside” passed through them.

Silver screens: the front doors locked, your goals to find alternative routes! Explore every nook and cranny if it gets you to the outside. Good luck!

The two overwhelmed with information, stuck in an unfamiliar place, far from home, do the only thing that makes sense to them. Fighting about nothing!

Fuckhead without looking steps on a step trashcan, it gently fwips up. Fuckhead launches itself backwards, tail lashed. Landing on Stinkass’s head.

Stinkass handles Fuckhead with the gentleness one would a sock puppet. Stating information in the sing songy tone a bully would.

Dusting itself off, Fuckhead smirks and speaks in a clear calm tone.

Fuckhead flicks Stinkass’s snout and bolts for it! Fuckhead following right behind, barking angrily.

OVER AND UNDER! UP DOWN ALL AROUND OVER HERE OVER THERE THROUGH HERE! THIS CHASE IS WILD FOLKS! ON THE COUNTER! ACROSS THE ROOM! RUNNING ON TWO’S! RUNNING ON FOUR’S! RUNNING ON FIVES? NECK AND NECK!

BUT WHATS THIS? FUCKHEAD IS MAKING A BOLT FOR IT! TO THE……perfectly unlocked backdoor. On the other side of the living room……. Hm.

……..The two stop just before they hit the grass. The grass has seemed to unify them.

Calmed and brought together by how much they hate it of course. Every single contestant wanders outside past them. Completing the challenge…… They watch from the doorway.

Did I really fizzle this ?

Fuckhead pauses for a second before wapping Stinkass in the back of the head pushing it over onto the grass.

Silver screens: wow was this a oversight. Ah.. you BOTH need to be completely outside to complete the challenge ! You two act as ONE CONTESTANT! Live together, leave together!

Stinkass, with a mouth full of grass turns around to heAD BACK INSIDE THANK GOODNESS.

Stinkass drags it back inside by its collar mid-sentence. Out of the doorway, to the outside.

Looks like we’ve still got ourselves a show.

The two continue the search for the outside. Without even knowing what the outside is! Surely not the place everyone had gathered previously that was, y know, outside of the mansion like I said? IF ONLY THEY WERE LISTENING! But I aint complaining!

As they wander about they realize, they not only don't know what the outside really is, but don't know what anything is!

A lampshade? A broom? A pot a pan? A carpeted floor??? A ceiling fan???? Suck intricate and alien like creations! They must be understood inside and out! Like what happens if I hit it real hard. Or possibly chew on it. These innovators find new ways to use every day things. But no researcher can really understand something if you dont understand how it words internally!

DISECTION!

Opened up everything in sight from heaters and air conditioners to… kitchen knives?

Geeze those scalpels are sharp. Do they just keep them on them at all times? No such thing as being too prepared, I suppose.

ESPECIALLY FOR SCIENCE!

AND IF SCIENCE CALLS FOR YOU TO TRASH A BEAUTIFUL 21 BEDROOM VILLA, WHO ARE YOU NOT TO ANSWER THAT SWEET SIREN CALL!

So much new data! There is a man here named “Stan D mixer” and he isnt a nicest but he's pretty solid. Just dont get your fingers in his face or ya might get them mangled!

There are doors that lead to nowhere meant to test how quickly you can pass through them without getting sliced called “seal ling funs”

The “shower” “head” appears to disperse “wat” “er”

All so interesting! What a strange place. To be lost in. Very very lost. Theyve seen every corner, crawled through the ventilation, unlocked every locked door, yet nothing has felt like the outside. Patience is getting thin. Nothing is new anymore, this isnt fun anymore. This is tedious. Checking upstairs for the 3rd time, they stand at the top of a spiral staircase

Fuckhead shoves stinkass, its back hits the metal railings behind it, vibrating the area around them slightly.

Stinkass shoves it back, hard. Fuckhead losing footing but being caught by the bars the same way Stinkass was.

The outside world seemed to fade away, in the worst way possible.

“Enough is enough” they thought separately together. But Stinkass was faster, and rushed to wrap its teeth around Fuckheads neck. Fuckhead yowls, and digs its claws in the back of Stinkass’s back. They are tangled in each other, at the top of a very tall staircase, so upset you forgot where they are.

They of course quickly lose, balance and begin tumbling down. The force sends them straight through a window, where they shatter on the ground like someone had just kicked a Lego set.

Quite a show.

Silver screens: THERE'S THE SUPER STARS! CONGRATULATIONS, YOU'VE COMPLETED THE CHALLENGE

The two, still popping limbs back in place look up with huge shiny eyes and a wagging tail.

Silver screens: Last. in fact its been hours! Thats the worst I expected anyone to do it.

The scene pans to reveal several contestants splayed across the grass, a few mildly sunburned, others chatting amongst each other, a handful sitting crisscross and pulling up the grass despite being told NOT TO!

Silver screens: BUT BOY OH BOY DID YOU SAVE THE SHOW! GAVE US SOME REAL JUICY FOOTAGE!

Silver screens: ….POSSIBLY! ………..You’ll find out in a few days or so.

With the challenge finally over, most contestants head back inside, but these two need a little time to gather themselves.

Stinkass silently holds up clump of grass to Fuckhead spooking it. It tries to skitter away, but its legs are sewn on backwards. It tumbles to the ground.

THATS ALL FOLKS!

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The dashing, talented and very handsome beloved host Silver screens makes its way down the hallway celebrating the great success of the AMAZING first challenge. God I am So good at this.

Silver screens: Silver you've DONE IT AGAIN. I cant wait to see what my stars do in the next challenge.

Silver screen approaches the decorative wood carved door at the end of the hallway. Theres a awful lot of ruckus on the other side. Everyone must be busy planning! Strategizing for the next challenge! A truly sophisticated lot.

Creak! The door swings open. Where my cast are scattered across the livingroom ABSOLUTELY TRASHING THE PLACE?

Silver screens: DEAR LORD!

MY FUCKING HOUSE!

EVERY WINDOW IS SHATTERED! EVERY DECORATIVE MIRROR PAINTING AND PLAQUES BEEN SPLIT IN TWO!

WALLS BARELY STANDING, FOUNDATIONS BARE!

SOMEONE's BEEN CHEWING THE WIRES! SOMEONE ELSE HAS BEEN CHEWING MY FINE VINTAGE CHINA! THERE IS AN ANT (1) INFESTATION! AND… NO! NO

Silver screens: MY DECORATIVE BOURGEOIS PILLOWS!!! YOU

Silver screens looms over the culprits. The two he thought once saved his show with their tomfoolery, are now ruining his life! Stinkass and Fuckhead.

With claws and teeth still sunk in the expensive plush, they are plucked by their scruffs by a seemingly very, VERY upset silver screens. Upon being picked up they go limp and unreactive. Silver feels as though he is about to blow a fuse,and to the others the room feels like its being flooded with electricity. Contestants fur, hair and antennae stick up with fuzz at the sensation. Everyone pauses their destruction, alarmed by it.

Silver screens: I…

The contestants back away from silver screen, against whatever walls remain. Aside from the dog and cat, still in silvers hand. Both still limp.

Silver screens: ….. AM

If hes powerful enough to rip this many people from so many dimensions, who knows what else hes capable of!

Silver screens: ….So

Brace for…

AHCHOO geez FINALLY! I've been waiting for that sneeze to pass forever !

Silver screens: Happy! To announce the next challenge! What's the matter, folks? You all look like you’ve seen a ghost?

Silver grins and holds the feline and canid up to its eyeless eye level, and speaks in a giddy tone.

Silver screens: Nowwww….. you two. Ya might wanna groom your paws and drop that stuffing. This is all decorative! I was keeping in mind STYLE! Not what is and isn't safe for biological beings!

He drops them. They hit the floor with a slight thunk.

Fuckhead, confused, begins flicking its paw rapidly to try to ge the t stuffing off of it

Stinkass, confused, begins gagging loudly and horrendously to try to get the stuffing out of it

The two are….competitively gagging at each other- alright lets just… Silver screens lets out a little whistle to catch the twos attention. And takes out a single white handkerchief from the inside of his suit pocket

Silver screens: See? See? See the err….uhh WHITE FLAG! See the flagg? Your challenge is to GO FETCH!

Silver tosses the flag out of the broken- sorry, A broken window. All of them are broken. They leap after it without hesitation or question. A loud splash can be heard from outside.Followed by the sound of failed paddling, rapid water splashes and even more coughing and gagging.

Can they swim?

…It doesn't look like-oh, they can, I suppose. Are they…. Those are Olympic level moves, how did they…. Alright well now they ARE drowning, because they are fighting. Do these two even breathe?

Silver redirects Its attention to the rest of the lot, leaving those two to their own devices. In a short explanation informs them the challenge is to find your team's flag somewhere on the island.

They swimp to the edge of the pool, and sit on its ledge. Leaving legs and tail tips to drift and kick at the water with little sways. Both beasts still sopping wet leave a puddle around them

The bird leaps from one of the shattered windows, clearing the water in a single jump and running at breakneck speeds, passing the two. The 12’s attempting to hitch a ride on her fall off, and are dunked into the pool in front of StinkFuck.

12 Floats on the surface of the pool's water like insects.

Stinkass swipes up one of the poor 12’s, 2 up from the water. And holds him up for both It and fuckhead to look at

While one wiggles its limbs to try to get closer, and slay the wretched beasts, the other tries to wiggle to get as far as he can. But both yield the same result. They go nowhere! For they are small. They continue to float on the waters surface, until Fuckhead swipes them up too.

With pinched fingers they take 1’s spear, and use it for tug of war, both thinking WELL OF COURSE ITS ME WHO DESERVES IT!

They fight lazily and barely move from their spot.

Still the creatures, not knowing gentleness even if it were a extra organ frankensteined inside them, grip 12 tight in one paw, break the spear with the other.

The energy quickly shifts from the lazy, almost playful fighting to an explosion.

Stinkass shoots up from where it sits, carelessly losing grip on 2, littering him onto the grass next to the pool.

Fuckhead does the same, instead letting 10 and 1 free with a toss. The 12’s quietly gather each other, their weapons, both halves of the spear, and sneak away

Fuckhead had taken one step closer towards Stinkass, likely to escalate the fight further, but it and stinkass stopped once they had seen what it stuck its paw in.

The water they had pooled up created mud behind them. They have never seen or felt something with such a texture before! They forget what they were fighting about, in favor of research.

Their method of research was to play in the mud. Rolling in it, throwing it at each other, other and quite frankly getting it everywhere

They are lucky one of their teammates was working to complete the challenge. The two are too busy to remember there even IS a challenge.

They are too busy to notice the heavy steps of the bird passing by them, up to the mansions steps.

Ready to present to the host. But instead of just the star speckled yellow flag for their team, in her beak she holds the rainbow. Every single teams flag

Though the color and patterns aren't pure,

The two finally stick their heads up from the mud and notice their teammate, as she stomps up the steps to enter the mansion. She is chirping to herself.

They are not alarmed. Only curious.