Want the dakota and I got it

Fanning

I deflated I'm like Peyton

Manning

Previously on

{Enter The Multiverse}

Season 6

DRAKE BELL enters DTLA smokeshop.

NICK

You know who that is, right?

Before:

Tell me she remembers

High possibility she doesn't remember anything at all.

Great.

Also. A high chance—

That she remembers everything.

Oh!

Like all of it.

Even worse.

That might be worse—

—it might be better.

But it isn't,

Either way! We lose!

Great.

Good luck, Timmy!

Who the fuck is Timmy?

You are!

What!

Good luck.

So he enters and exits—

In two entirely seperate dimensions!

Not even parallels.

Not even close.

In fact,

Once he enters,

The world he leaves behind is forever gone.

Forever gone?!

Woah! Woah!

Except those other guys from Nickelodeon,

Because they have a Time Machine.

Wooh,

Phew.

That's good.

Yes it is.

Wait—we have a Time Machine?

Yes.

That's good.

Wher

THE FOXXXYBOXXX arrives.

“the Foxy Box?!”

No, the Foxxxy Boxxx

What—

What are you dickbags staring at.

Nothing.

Goddamn!

Shut up!

That is the sexiest Time Machine I've ever seen!

Have you ever seen a Time Machine at all, before this?

I—I don't know what I've seen before this.

Whatever.

I like your box.

Shut up.

I like your box, too…

Shut up. Get in.

Where are we going?

I don't even care.

To Wonderland!

{Enter The Multiverse}

The first one might not fly, but the second one's for sure a hit.

I found out there was wax on my apples today for the first time, and I thought “well, that's gross.

Counting cards, are we?

Another writing assignment.

They're all writing assignments…

You were dead once—

—or I will be soon. Your choice.

(Up to you)

It's always my choice.

You don't have acknowledge us as ‘ghosts'

It's just that—

We are what we are.

To speak without speaking

To know without knowing

Cut ties with it all—

With it at all?

It could be worth it,

If the salamander ever speaks again?

Well, you are alive, aren't you?

Only at the wishing well.

—last I checked, in chains I was.

I wish I were a rockstar.

Consider it granted, unless—

Unless, what?

You'd rather yourself a comedian.

Why would I want that?

Why wouldn't you?

I went full screen for Whoopi Goldberg but absolutely died

At gene wilder.

You'd better not.

How dare you, Severus?

Why would you write something like this?

But—why wouldn't I?

I wonder if there's anything I can do to get rid of this wax—

And then I thought,

“Maybe I should just peel them”

Then I thought,

“Wax on Apples—

Well that's un-apple-eal-ing”

I was

Wait, hold that thought

It was a joke my was a joke that practically wrote itself, cause it's not a fucking joke, it's true.

I could see it, but not hear it

The words, music,

The art, animated

My fasting eyes were wise with time

And love forever

As if I am,

As if I was —

At once all things,

But not at all.

Could have been better.

What happened yesterday?

My spirit broke.

Just fasted to acid

I yawned when it dawned on me,

I eat when I'm awful,

I'd rot in my body

For time and for all words,

For forwards.c for four words

I haven't been loved since

The door closed

On more curses.

I haven't taken a time to be honest

In heartthrobs—

Four of them, really

But after all,

I've got my all stars.

Come to find out,

The first husband in five—

We're just all four.

I fell out of love with a punch—

But I left all my stuff there.

Wondering here and there

Whether or not it was

Okay, this is officially the weirdest thing that's ever happened in the

nevermind, that was weirder

I told you bro, you were in the Illuminati.

IT WASNT ME.

i didn't do it.

WHAT IN THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO

[HER] [HIM]

—NOTHING.

Great. !9/ I have to wash all my socks.

No, your dick still sucks.

what.

sorry dude.

Second yawn, now know I'm on one

The glass door passed out the fast words

With honors and ornaments

Sing to get off of the wire

We fly to get on to it

—how it all works out in the end,

(It was always a puzzle.)

That's enough of the sermon,

The sponge,

—it's all masters and mistresses

The sodom, the stop watch

The pocket

—I saw Eddie Murphy

The wonderous web that I spun after all

Was a fortune, a fountain, a father

A figure

A falcon

Enough was enough

—but it all just kept going

(Like over and over)

I just want a lover,

Without all the falling

(Not actually alice)

I lost all my change

And my passion

Just using the bathroom

—were we past that.

I use helicopters for time travel

Over the mountain

I probably never came down

And I never went back there.

It was roped off.

I'm a crossroads,

But they're closed off,

I d got obstacles

Marvelous crocs

I told you it was God!

(But forgot that I was one)

Fuck,

I'm so fucked up.

This, from the ark of the story m

Is every thought

I've yet to have

But still we're the will of the words,

Since it all I it automatic.

I should have paused hours ago

(He had cerebral palate ir autism)

I should be back at the ranch,

But I've still got this taste in my mouth

I should really

—remarkable crush—

For an infinite love,

I thought.

There was Severus,

But you mustn't react

If not wearing a mask,

Or else you'll be cast on a show,

Not your own,

But do you get your

The mushrooms were made of squishy foam and I appreciated that.

Factor in this rampant rapture

For m the capsule l upon us

The wildebeest walked over

Arches

Before he as pardoned

I wonder what acid reacted to

Carson, on honors

I polished the ghost

On the worst of the wrongs I'd not done yet

Therefore, you are.

On Halifax,

Or ahalycon,

For artifacts

Or dinner dates

I once mated with a bird

And flew the coop,

Not shortly after,

But

What in the fuck am I watching

What the fuck

YO.

Nobody told me about this.

You greedy bitch.

I—yeah whatever.

Which road shall you go

Which road shall you take

You have to move on

Though you tremble. X quake

Whatever, I'll keep that typo,

I gotta finish this joke.

I was reading this banana bread recipe1-

Not because I don't know how to make banana bread.

Banana bread is easy.

I was just trying to figure out how to make it

Without eggs

And without baking soda

—you know, for texture.

So I google this recipe,

And I don't know what made me actually click on the recipe.

—

The rabbit has human hands.

—I don't .

Yeah, sometimes it's best to leave them in the mystery,

Leave “them”

Who is “them”?

I am alone!

…you were always alone.

Okay,

Or is it a donkey?

What in the fuck?

—-Oh, nevermind, that's me.

I'm gonna want that “air trumpet. “

Return to the land of mirrors

And “why are you still here's”

They say the fame changes you

I think we really are all that

The time and the wise

And the wicked

The nine mirror cycles

The sons of the songs you wrote

All the the god and the sun you are

Goddamn it,

Just finish the joke!

(You should finish me off first.)

So I click o. This recipe

Here we are counting cards again…

YOU DID THIS IN ON PURPOSE,

Are you serious, I did this in “post”

Shut the fuck up, you didn't edit that video yourself

—I didn't even shoot it,

Aha.

“The Art of the—

—but which Alice is Alice.

IT WASNT ME.

The joke's not as funny after all this.

(Not my fault, it's automatic. )

No, there's no ‘Nothing'

In here,

We all thought it was over,

Then then I wondered

How to old it all in

Blow out the candles,

Come over,

The wonderful world of —

You know, I can't see now,

I'm hearing my faults—

Are you sure it wasn't over.

Would I forget you if it weren't for a word

To remind me which part of I you are

Simple sameness

I am hungry,

But the day was undaunting

I was almost over it

Now back to nothing—

Since I belong there.

There was no book four before.

I should keep metronomes and impartial clocks

Not for timekeeping,

But soundbathing

Something about it tells me to drown out my sorrows

With cellibacy

And alcohol

It all come back to haunt you

When you have a daughter—

Now doesn't it?

How does it go? It goes

The heart screams

I've got to go home

But the head doesn't want to

The soul cries for someone to hold it

Outside of the body

The water went up,

Then went down

Till we ran out of all of it

—I was just making a mockery

Of my own mother.

(I was aborted.)

You might let that cat out of the bag.

The recipe started,

Here we are in a house of cards

And it all falls down

Or goes up in flames

Oh, to love the fire,

Though I'm so tired

I would write

For the times

If I was

Inspired

Shift the subject

Life the veil,

And break the worth wall

Break the curse

Or write the wrath of karma

Shopping malls

And quarter horses,

Blow up dolls

And mattresses,

Perfect persons,

Sayers,

Singers, dancers

Character actresses,

Theatre dictations

You see the same,

I saw, I went

It's all one column now

(The middle)

The ensemble was fireworks

And wellbeing

For all the struggle

The clock struck minus one

At unimportant.

—The facts.

I took priority for phone calls

And piety for beings of dignity

Honorary,

further off then comfort

Just a world away

Or are you being

Suffered, or sufferable?

Surfaces for surfboards—

Words of will for honeycombs

And gingerbread for Anastasia

Sure Google,

But it was

“Amistad”

Whatever that was.

I could have figured you were bigger than interesting

Never would have guessed

We'd have it for us eating on the cardboard

Cutouts

Matchbox offerings

From dawn until sunset

Porpoises,

Toilets and

Gold watches

When will it work?

When you sing what you want to

At will

With your heart

And above all the offers

Took love over money

I'm 5 minutes over.

#ff

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{Enter The Multiverse}

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The recipe started with something like,

“Growing up, there were two things my mother and I often baked together: chocolate chip cookies and banana bread.”

I paused for a moment and thought of myself and I, and then I thought– “okay, sure, yeah”

Growing up there were two things my mother and I often baked together:

Ourselves.

Lol.

hehe

[That's The Punchline]

–Maybe the first one was better

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