A/N This episode is a parody of Gravity Falls S2E4: Sock Opera

Tumblr and Pinterest sit in Tumblr's tab with a computer.

Tumblr: Alright, Pinterest. Today's the big day. I've finally got the laptop containing the sequel to the best Sherlock fanfiction in the world. If this works, we will know all the secrets of season four before they're even released.

Pinterest: How would this author know?

Tumblr: She's magical. Now, are you ready?

Pinterest: I'm ready!

*the computer starts up*

Tumblr: It's working!

*the computer stops* PASSWORD REQUIRED

Tumblr: Ugh, of course there's a password.

Pinterest: Don't you worry, Tum-tum-

Tumblr: Never call me that.

Pinterest: With your brains and my laser-sharp focus, there's literally nothing that can distract us from- *looks over at Yahoo and Google walking and holding hands* OMG OTP!!!

Tumblr: How dare you use my own ship against me!

Pinterest: I'm going to go talk to them. BRB!

Tumblr: Oh boy.

*theme song*

Pinterest: Just when I was getting over Kermit and Miss Piggy's break up, a new power couple waltzes into my life.

Tumblr: Oh yeah. I forgot about their break up.

Pinterest: Really?

Tumblr: No, I still cry myself to sleep over it.

Wikipedia: *jumps out from behind bookshelf* I heard you're searching for a password. There are precisely 2.98 billion eight letter words in the English language.

Tumblr: You're a little off there.

Wikipedia: Whatever.

Tumblr: Okay, here's a dictionary. I read, you type? *looks around* Pinterest?

Scene moves to Yahoo's tab, where Yahoo and Google are talking.

Yahoo: ...So then Tumblr said "only the good die young? Phew, thank god I'm such a bad***" and proceeded to zip line from the roof of this building all the way to Hot Topic.

Google: Wow, a lot happens when I take a sick day.

Pinterest: *Roller skates in* Guess who's Pinterest? I am! I heard you guys were dating, care to answer my question? You guys like telling people things. *falls over*

Google: Yes, we are dating.

Pinterest: You guys are such a good couple.

Yahoo: Really? A lot of people think this ship will sink within five days.

Pinterest: WHO SAID THAT?

Google: Twitter.

Twitter: *standing on chair* Send in your predictions now! Will Yahoogle make it or break it?

Pinterest: Don't listen to her!! You guys are going to go out so many places and have such amazing dates and and and

Yahoo: Thanks, I guess.

Pinterest: So, where've you gone so far?

Google: What?

Pinterest: Well, you aren't officially dating until you've gone to dinner or a movie or something.

Yahoo: We started dating last week. We only went to Huffington Post's party.

Pinterest: I have a few date ideas for you if you're interested.

Google: Like what?

Pinterest: Um... [runs (skates) back to Tumblr's tab]

*Tumblr is entering passwords SHERLOCK, DOCTORWH, and WINCHEST*

Tumblr: So, how'd it go?

Pinterest: Tumblr, how hard would it be to create the perfect date that would rival anything a Disney relationship has ever done by Friday?

Tumblr: *hits head on computer*

Computer: PASSWORD INCORRECT

Pinterest: I don't know what happened! I mean, I can plan things so well, but only 60% of my DIYs work! Everyone knows that!

Tumblr: But what about the Sherlock spoilers!?

Pinterest: What about Yahoogle?

Tumblr: That's already canon. Johnlock isn't!

Pinterest: If you help me with this for just one day I promise I'll help with the password! Please? Pretty Please? *puppy dog eyes* it's for love.

Tumblr: I guess...

Pinterest: THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU! This guy! Am I right?

Tumblr: Okay, okay...

A clock chimes. It is 5:00 p.m.

Tumblr: See you tomorrow! I can't wait to hack into this author's laptop. We're close to something big here, I can feel it. *they leave*

The shadow of a triangle floats behind them. It stops, gets a drink from the coffee machine, then goes back to following them.

*montage of Tumblr trying to figure out the password as Pinterest tries to pin point (pun intended) the perfect date*

The next day

Pinterest: How's figuring out the password going?

Tumblr: 1,781 failed attempts. *computer buzzes* 1,782 failed attempts.

Pinterest: Oh. Well I was wondering if I could get your opinion on-

Tumblr: 1,784 failed attempts...

Pinterest: Did you get any sleep last night?

Tumblr: Ten minutes. *goes back to typing* 1,786 failed attempts...

Pinterest: Well, don't stay up all night tonight. It's bad for your complexion.

Tumblr: That's fine, I just need a few more tries...

*that night*

Tumblr is sitting on her roof, typing on the computer.

Tumblr: 1,893 failed attempts...1,894 failed attempts... Ugh, I can't take it anymore! Why. Won't. You. Open! *yawns* There has to be some short cut or clue. Who'd know about hacking into stuff?

*leaves flutter around. Tumblr turns. The moon gets glasses frames put around it, then a human-like hipster triangle materializes out of thin air*

Caitlyn (the hipster spirit): I think I know a guy.

Tumblr: *frozen in fear*

Caitlyn: Well, well, well, you're awfully persistent, kid. Hats off to you! *takes off beanie* *the world turns upside down*

Tumblr: You again!

Caitlyn: Did you miss me? Admit it, you missed me.

Tumblr: hardly! You worked with Facebook! You tried to destroy Bing's mind!

Caitlyn: And of course that would be such a loss... But still, no hard feelings. I've been keeping an eye on you since then, and I must say I'm impressed.

Tumblr: Really?

Caitlyn: You've been coming so close to uncovering the new Sherlock season and vanquishing the hipster race, so I thought I'd get you a prize. Here, have a 5SOS CD!

CD: [plays super cliché song]

Caitlyn: The point is I like you. How's about I give you a hint. I only ask one tiny favor.

Tumblr: I'd never do anything for you! Don't forget who defeated you last time!

Caitlyn: oh. riiiight. Well, if you ever change your mind I'll be stalking the Starbucks outside your office. Hey, wanna hear my impression of you in three seconds? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Tumblr: *wakes up* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

*the next day*

Tumblr: (sleep deprived) Hey Instagram.

Facebook: Uh oh, we need a bag check for those eyes!

YouTube: *laughs his head off* Good. Now, say it into the camera. Tumblr, don't go away yet!

Pinterest: Tumblr! I told you to get some sleep last night! Not to worry, I have Super Juice! It has literally every super food in existence, plus glitter, because who doesn't love glitter?

Wikipedia: and plutonium.

Pinterest: *sighs* who said that?

Wikipedia: WeHeartIt.com

Pinterest: Oh right. She's here.

*across the office*

We Heart It: Wow, DevA! This drawing is amazing!

DevA: Thanks! *WHI punches her chest* Ow! What was that for?

We Heart it: I heart that too, man.

*back to Tumblr*

Tumblr: Pinterest, listen. Last night I had a really weird dream.

Pinterest: Was it the one where blue Elmo took over the world? Or the chicken dancing in front of the stair case?

Tumblr: No! Last night, I had a dream with Caitlyn in it.

Pinterest: Caitlyn? Is that the girl you graduated with that always smelled like beef?

Tumblr: Caitlyn is the Spirit of the hipsters.

Pinterest: Oh yeah! Illuminati nacho gal!

Tumblr: ...anyways, she said she'd agree to give me the code, as long as I gave her something in return. Like I'd actually trust her!

Pinterest: Don't worry! Today, we're back in action! Pinvengers, assemble!

*Wattpad, Fanfic, Instagram, and DevA show up and get in Avengers style poses*

Pinterest: Sorry, I actually only meant me and Tumblr.

DevA: Then why don't you just say Tumblthor and Black Pinn-ow! (A/N The full group is Tumblthor, Irongram, Captain Fanmerica, Watt-eye, Black Pin-ow, and The Incredible Art) *they leave*

Pinterest: Anyway, what I was thinking was- *Yahoo walks by* GTG!

Tumblr: Wait! No, come back!

Pinterest: I need to design them matching outfits! How much do sequins cost again?

Tumblr: But I need your help!

Pinterest: This is more important! Love is involved!

Tumblr: Do you seriously think your random quest of the week-

Pinterest: Random quest? If this goes as planned, they'll be married by April 21st!

Tumblr: Okay, fine! I'll do it on my own!!

*that night*

Tumblr: Passwords, passwords... Pinterest... is... useless... Wait, what? *looks at screen* Too many failed entries? Laptop shutting down in three minutes?

Caitlyn: *appears* Sure looks like you could use a hint now, eh sport?

Tumblr: No! Never! Well, what crazy thing do you want, anyway? To ruin my eyesight? To make me get run over by a train?

Caitlyn: Nah, I've outgrown that. All I want is a mask.

Tumblr: A mask? Halloween was months ago!

Caitlyn: They're coming back. It's totally ironic and retro! You have a surplus from your childhood, don't cha?

Tumblr: But does it have to be one of mine? I was saving those for Pinterest's birthday.

Caitlyn: Yes. Now, do we have a deal?

Tumblr: Whatever. It's not like I was going to do anything with them myself. Deal.

*they shake hands* *the clock stops*

Tumblr: So, what mask are you going to pick anyway?

Caitlyn: Hmm... Eeny, meenie, miney, YOU!

Tumblr: What the he**? I'm not a mask!

Caitlyn: Your sixth grade depressed poetry book says different. Now make with the body, kid.

Tumblr: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY BODY!

Humblr (hipster Tumblr): *pushes up new glasses* Idk, man. I'm just trying to figure out my new life now. I'm 26, unemployed, and trying to be an artist. Lay off. *picks up computer* *smashes it* ART!

Tumblr: Oh my god this can't be happening.

Humblr: That's offensive! Put a warning above it next time! OMG! *walks over to a mirror* Dang, you didn't have much outer beauty either! At least I can fulfil half the equation for now. *punches self in face* Wow, pain! Lol!

Tumblr: Please stop hitting my body.

Humblr: You deserve it. Wow! Your vision is perfect, which makes these glasses deliciously ironic! And no braces? This thing is deluxe.

Tumblr: But I thought we had a deal!

Humblr: Look kid, you've been getting way to close to uncovering some major answers, and I can't let you get away with that. Now, how's about you take me on a tour of your- sorry, my house. Race you to the bottom of the stairs. *falls downstairs* pain is meaningless.

Tumblr: *floats downstairs* HEY!

Humblr: Fangirl soda! Imma drink it like a Fangirl. *pours entire can in mouth at once*

Tumblr: *face palm*

Humblr: Ooh! A loom!

Tumblr: Pinterest gave me that for Christmas!

Humblr: *makes 5,000 knit hats in five seconds* Dang, theses arms are durable! So, when are we going to work? Where's work?

Tumblr: Some place I will never let you find.

*video chat pops up*

Pinterest: Hey Tumblr! Wow, did you fall down the stairs again like you did when Season three premiered? Anyway, I'm heading to work now at 378 Network street at Computer Corp on the seventh floor. Did you know the elevator's broken again? Apparently the most hipster girl, Instagram, got in an argument with your mortal enemy, Facebook, about our OTP, Yahoogle, and she tried to get revenge by making out with what she thought was Instagram's boyfriend, YouTube. Also, there are raccoons in your tab which is next to DevA and across from Fanfic. I've gotta go before you can process this paragraph. Bye!

Tumblr: *face palm*

*Humblr runs outside and gets in the car* *Humblr drives the car and crashes into several things*

Tumblr: Don't you know how to drive?

Humblr: Most people don't understand my art.

*they arrive at work*

*Humblr walks up to Instagram's tab*

Humblr: Heyyyy

Tumblr: Ugh the extra Y thing make you look like such a prep!

Instagram: Oh, hey Tumblr! What's up?

Tumblr: Listen, you've got to help me.

Humblr: They can't hear you, dipstick. She was talking to me!

Instagram: Imaginary friend, huh? That's cool. I also have an imaginary friend.

Myspace: I keep telling you I'm not imaginary!

Instagram: Shut up imaginary being nobody can see but me.

Humblr: I want a makeover.

Instagram: WHAT?

Humblr: I've been admiring your hipster attire for ages, and I think it's time I got some of this garb myself.

Tumblr: I don't talk like that, do I?

Instagram: Sure! At our lunch break we can go to the mall and get this entire makeover done! *hugs Humblr*

Humblr: The only true happiness comes in death.

Instagram: Wow! So artistic!

Tumblr: It's not artistic, she's just quoting MPGiS! MPGiS!!!!!!!!!!

Humblr: So, how do we work?

Tumblr: I'm not telling you.

Humblr: Let me guess, you don't know?

Tumblr: I know!

Humblr: Let's see... I'll start with something harmless and see if anyone notices: Changing the reblog button to teal.

Tumblr: NO! Last time I did that, my users rioted for weeks!

Humblr: And I'm deleting all these episodes of Gravity falls. It's a children's show! Get over it!

Tumblr: *eye twitches*

Humblr: And what's this? Replies? Probably some useless stuff.

Tumblr: DON'T TOUCH THAT MY USERS WILL KILL ME STOP STOP STOP STOPPPP

Humblr: Too late, it's gone.

Tumblr: [CENSORED] you.

Humblr: OMG DON'T SAY OFFENSIVE THINGS LIKE THAT! U NEED JESSUES!

Tumblr: You mean Jesus?

Humblr: WHATEVA! YOU DON'T GET ME!

Tumblr: *face palm*

*at lunch*

Instagram: Where do you want to go first?

Tumblr: HOT TOPIC!

Humblr: Abercrombie & Fitch. Then Indigo Athena. It's a small organic clothing store, you've probably never heard of it.

Instagram: Cool!

Tumblr buys pre-ripped black skinny jeans at A&F, and a blue beanie/striped blue shirt at IA.

Instagram: What's next?

Humblr: Nose piercing, blue lipstick, and a new haircut where half my head is shaved and my hair is ombre'd brown-blue.

Instagram: Are you sure? You only just became a hipster today, maybe you want to wait a day or two...

Humblr: I'M DYING!

Instagram: What?

Tumblr: WHAT?

Humblr: I'm dying in a sea of lies. I can't live lies anymore. I love cats. For you, he is a pet, but for him you are the-

Tumblr: food giver.

Humblr: -world. Sometimes it's okay to fall apart. We're all immortal! Not all those who wander are lost.

Tumblr: That quote's out of context! OUT OF CONTEXT!

Humblr: Shine brilliantly. Thank you, good night.

Instagram: Wow. You are totes hipster.

*that night*

Humblr: This is the time humans go to sleep, right?

Tumblr: Yep.

Humblr: Why aren't I falling asleep?

Tumblr: Internet kids never sleep. especially Tumblrtians.

Humblr: Ugh. I hate you.

Tumblr: I hate you too. Now please, let me control myself again.

Humblr: Never!

*the next day*

Humblr: *writes "the past" on a piece of paper* *burns it* ART!

Tumblr: You can't change the past by burning paper. See, this is why I need a TARDIS.

Pinterest: Heyyy Tumblr!

Tumblr: Oh god is that spreading?

Humblr: Hey Pin.

Pinterest: You look different... did you get a haircut?

Humblr: Yep.

Pinterest: Cute! I love it. Anyways, what are some ideas you had for Yahoogle's first date?

Humblr: Make them go to Starbucks. Then have them go to this new place called West Mirage. It's a café and their open mike night is awesome.

Pinterest: Can't they just get coffee at West Kimye or whatever the second one was?

Humblr: No! They have to get Starbucks and take pictures of their cups!

Tumblr: STOP MESSING WITH MY BEST FRIEND AND MY OTP!

Humblr: Watch me.

Pinterest: Imaginary friends? So artistic. Well, see ya. *leaves*

Tumblr: There's got to be some way to talk to Pinterest!

Humblr: Nope. Unless you're inhabiting a vessel, you don't technically exist.

Tumblr: A vessel, eh?

Humblr: Also, there's nobody here who is actually soul-less unless you count Cleverbot, so no use trying to talk to her anyway. Move on, kid. *leaves*

Tumblr: I've got to find Cleverbot before it's too late!

Clev: Fish are drowning

Tumblr: Oh. That was easy.

Tumblr (as Clev): Pinterest! Help!

Pinterest: No, I am not joining your oatmeal cult! Go away!

Tumblr: *sighs* *floats away from Clev* *inhabits a sock puppet* No, it's me! Tumblr!

Pinterest: Tumblr? You're so much more of a sock than usual. But didn't I just send you away before the big Yahoogle date?

Tumblr: No! That was hipster Tumblr. *camera zooms in* Humblr. *dramatic music*

Pinterest: OMg Caitlyn body snatched you? What can I do?

Tumblr: Don't go through with the date. Make her have a heart attack or something. There's a secret list of how to commit 100 different types of murders in my desk, flip to page 8.

Pinterest: Okay, I'll do that.

Tumblr: Thanks! You're awesome!

Pinterest: OR this could just be my imaginary friend. *takes a handful of glitter* *throws it in the air* ART!

Tumblr: NOOOOOO!

*later at the date*

Yahoo: This date is... interesting.

Google: That guy's been playing the same note on his bassoon for the past three hours.

Humblr: SHHHH! The song's not done!

Yahoo: This isn't working out for me. Sorry Google, I know you're a great guy, but this could never work. See you around. *leaves*

Humblr: That's okay. We don't need her. *kisses Google*

Tumblr: HE'S TEN YEARS OLDER THAN YOU!

Humblr: YOU'RE NOT MY MOM!

*the next day*

Humblr: Anyway, then I started kissing Google, and long story short, he's kinda my boyfriend.

Tumblr: HE'S NOT EVEN MY TYPE!

Facebook: That's such a cool story! I'm so glad you ditched all your Fangirl friends for me.

*they hug*

Tumblr: aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

*wakes up*

Tumblr: Oh, good. It was only a dream.

*looks at hand*

The dream is real!

Tumblr: AAAAAH!

Look what I did to your other hand.

Tumblr: *sweats nervously*

*Turkey drawing* Look! A turkey!

Tumblr: *screams*

Facebook and DevA hide behind corner

Facebook: How did you know this would freak her out?

DevA: I have my ways... *turns to camera with eyes like Bill*