Wattpad walks into the office after being gone for 2 days. There is a steady trail of ripped up papers leading to her tab and Fanfic's tab, and to a lesser extent all of Shipper's island. It's all a mess. Wattpad's desk is upside down.

Wattpad: Um... what is this? What happened here?

Tumblr: Ooh! Can I tell the story this time? So you see, yesterday-

Yahoo: No, Tumblr. I'm in charge of telling her.

Tumblr: *angrily mumbles something about her story being better*

Wattpad: "In charge of telling her?" I don't understand?

Yahoo: Well, it all started when Google didn't show up to work on time for the first time since Bingpocolypse...

*theme song*

Google walks into the office dressed as someone else. It's obvious this is Google but it's also painfully obvious he thinks this is a good disguise. He walks over to Yahoo's desk.

Google: Hey stranger.

Yahoo: What are you doing, Google?

Google: Ugh, how could you tell it was me?

Yahoo: [lying] It's the hair mostly.

Google: *puts on hat* Better?

Yahoo: Sure, honey, sure. [a pause] Why are you dressed like that?

Google: Well, have you ever heard of a show called Undercover Boss?

Yahoo: Yes?

Google: Well, I was up all night thinking about how Edge broke the rules and approved a decision without vote, and of course whenever I'm awake past 4 a.m. I watch literally whatever's on TV at that point.

Yahoo: You were awake past 4 a.m.?!

Google: Yes, but I found the answer! There was a commercial for the new season of Undercover Boss and I decided if I go undercover I might catch her in the act!

Yahoo: I'm not sure that'll work.

Google: Well, if I try it I won't stay awake until 6 in the morning again tonight so it's my best option.

Bing  walks up behind them.

Bing: Hey Yahoo! Who's this supposed to be?

Google: I'm one of the new people.

Yahoo: Yeah he just transferred for the eighth floor.

Bing: [sudden realization] Wait... I know who you're supposed to be! You're Google!

Google: Bing, I-

Bing: That is the best Google costume I've ever seen! Where did you get it?

Google: I don't remember?

Bing: That's not what the real Google would say. Tell me!

Google: This was a bad idea. *walks away*

Bing: *follows Google*

Yahoo: Have fun!

*the theme song plays*

Edge walks into the office about an hour late. Her hair is a mess and it looks like she's been crying. 

Edge: Sorry I was late guys, I was just—y'know, never mind. [she exits into her office]

Yahoo: [to Google] Well, she's here. Are you going to introduce yourself or something?

Google: I don't know. In retrospect, I probably should've watched a few episodes of the show first.

Yahoo: You haven't even watched the show?

Google: I know, I'm an idiot.

Yahoo: Google, you're not an idiot. Just search for a few episodes before Bing comes back.

Google: Okay. I love you.

Yahoo: I love you too.

Bing: [around the corner] Wow, your acting is amazing! When I even just tried to call her "honey" she freaked out!

Yahoo: You also tried to kiss me.

Bing: Minor details.

Google: Go away.

Bing: You're my new hero.

3 episodes of Undercover Boss later

Google: I've finished my research.

Yahoo: Oh?

Google: Apparently in the real Undercover Boss it's actually the boss who's undercover.

Yahoo: That seems about right.

Google: So, in case you were wondering, I won't be getting sued.

Yahoo: I didn't think so, since this was technically parody. Also, nobody's watching this. [stares at camera awkwardly] Right?

Awkward silence.

Google: Uh. Anyway, what do I do now?

Yahoo: You want to see what Edge is up to, right? Maybe you should try to find her.

Google: I guess I'll do that. Thanks!

Yahoo: Bye Dave!

Google: Dave?

Yahoo: That's your undercover name.

Google: I like it. Bye stranger! *walks away*

At Edge's office

Google: *walks in* Is Edge here?

Cortana: Nope. I think she's talking to Internet Explorer.

Google: Okay, thanks. *starts to leave*

Cortana: Wait, you're new here, right?

Google: Yes?

Cortana: I'm Cortana, Edge's assistant. Edge is the kid with the white hair with rainbow highlights. You can't miss her. Internet Explorer is the old guy who looks kind of like Edge, but the hair is completely different so don't go based on that. And Internet Explorer's tab is the one closest to the break room, next to Cleverbot, Wikipedia, and Myspace.

Google: Thank you! *leaves*

Cortana: *laughs to herself* Who does he think he's kidding. "I'm new". Yeah right, what's your name? Googs Eugs?

*

Google walks over to Internet Explorer's tab,  but before he gets there he's stopped by Myspace.

Myspace: Hey Googs.

Google: Don't call me that. My name's Dave.

Myspace: Did you put any effort into that costume at all? Any website could tell you're Google.

Google: What do you want?

Myspace: A little bird told me you were using this disguise to spy on Edge.

Google: Twitter!

Twitter: Sorry! It just came out!

Google: I'm not even spying on her. I just want to know what she's doing.

Myspace: Then why the crappy disguise?

Google: *sigh* Good point.

Myspace: You know, I could just go tell Edge right now—

Google: Don't!

Myspace: I could, but I won't. As long as you do me one small favor.

Google: And what's that?

Myspace: Also spy on Facebook today?

Google: That's it? I thought you'd ask me to, I don't know, find a blood sacrifice for some weird ghost ritual or something.

Myspace: Hey, I'm not that kind of ghost.

Google: Then why do you need me to spy on your ex girlfriend?

Myspace: I feel like she's up to something, but she doesn't trust me.

Google: Gee I wonder why.

Myspace: Do we have a deal?

Google: Fine! Can I see Edge now?

Myspace: Be my guest, Davey.

Google: It's just Dave.

Myspace: Davey's better.

*

Google/Dave/Davey(?) walks towards Edge. She's arguing with her dad. The arguing stops when she sees Google.

Edge: Hello there. Are you new?

Google: Yeah. My name's Dave.

Edge: I love that name! So, want me to show you where your tab is?

Internet Explorer: I believe we were in the middle of something, Claire?

Edge: Can't talk now, Dad, I have to find a place for David to work!

They leave. Internet Explorer still looks mad.

*

Edge and Google/Dave/Davey/David have been walking for a while.

Edge: I guess all the empty tabs are full now.

Google: What about the people who aren't here today?

Edge: Well, Winnifred-

Google: Winnifred?

Edge: I'm better at remembering faces than names. She's the one with short brown hair, brown eyes, and wears a lot of orange?

Google: Oh that's Watt-

Edge: Of course, why would I ask you? It's just your first day. Now, whoever that girl is isn't here today, but Wikipedia is at her tab talking to Fanfic.

Google: [breaking character] Uh oh. I mean, [awkwardly] why can't I use Wikipedia's tab?

Edge: Um, I suppose you could, but my dad's over there, and he's kinda in a bad mood right now.

Google: Why?

Edge: I don't want to talk about it. *gets an idea* But there is one more person not here!

They walk to Google's tab.

Edge: Here we are!

Google: This is it?

Edge: Yeah! This tab belongs to Google, but he isn't here today, so you can work here. It's kind of convenient that he's not here and you're also a search engine, don't you think?

Google: I guess?

Edge: Are you ready to start your first day on the job?

Google: Sure.

Edge: Need anything else?

Google: No, I'm good.

Edge: Mind if I stay here a while?

Google: Not at all?

A few awkward minutes later

Edge: Wow, you're good at this for a new guy.

Google: Oh really? I hadn't noticed.

Edge: My first day was a couple of weeks ago and I still don't know where everything is.

Facebook: [in her tab] Hey! Rainbow!

Edge: I think she means me. I guess I'll be going now. Take care! *leaves*

Yahoo: Go with her.

Google: Why?

Myspace: Because you owe me my information.

Yahoo: *sigh* I don't even want to know what that means. But you also need your own information, so I'd suggest going.

Google: Thanks Yahoo. You're the best. *leaves*

Myspace: So can everyone tell that's Google or what?

Yahoo: *smiling* Just let him have his fun.

*

Edge: Hello Facebook! What do you need?

Facebook: Yah, do you know how to get a restraining order?

Google: What?

Edge: Well, I don't know... I think you have to go to a courthouse? Maybe get a lawyer involved?

Facebook: Too much work. Could you just tell Myspace to stay the hell out of my life? I don't trust him.

Edge: Okay. Also, I don't think you can technically get a restraining order against a ghost.

Facebook: Who's to say?

A pause

Edge: So, what happened between you two?

Tumblr: [leaning around cardboard wall between tabs] Murder.

Facebook: Tumblr!

Edge: What?

Facebook: It's just one of Tumblr's shitposts. Ignore. It.

Edge: Alright. I'll try to keep Myspace away from you.

Facebook: Thanks.

*

At the end of the day.

Yahoo: Well, I'd call that a success. I didn't know you were such a good actor! Wanna go home now?

Google: Yes, I would call it a success, especially considering the fact that *voice changes* I'm not Google.

Yahoo: WHAT???? If you're not Google, then who—Who are you?

Google: *takes off mask, revealing Bing*

Yahoo: WHAT THE HECK?!?! Then who's Bing???

Bing: *takes off mask revealing Rebecca*

*Rebecca and Bing high-five*

Yahoo: IS ANYONE HERE WHO THEY SAY THEY ARE?

Edge: Nope! *takes off mask revealing Tumblr*

Internet Explorer: *takes off mask revealing Tumblr*

Cortana: *takes off mask revealing Tumblr*

Tumblr: *takes off mask revealing Tumblr, who takes off that mask revealing Tumblr, who...*

Yahoo: WHAT IS GOING ON?

All Tumblrs: TUMBLRPOCALYPSE 2K16

The entire office explodes

*

Back to the present. Tumblr's telling the story.

Tumblr: [excitedly] ...And then I was like, POW! But other me was like, Bam! And then aliens, who all also looked like me of course, came to earth, and none of the clones liked that, so I-

Wattpad: Oh my gosh! Did that actually happen?

Yahoo: Tumblr, no! Stop embellishing the story!

Tumblr: You never let me have any fun anymore!

Yahoo: That's because your idea of "fun" is terrifying the rest of us!

Tumblr: Normal is just a setting on a dryer.

Yahoo: I honestly do not get that reference.

Tumblr: Fine. I'll go somewhere my talents are actually appreciated. [runs off] TO HOT TOPIC!

Wattpad: Okay, how much of what you guys just told me was true?

Yahoo: Probably everything until we were getting ready to go home, which is when Tumblr took over. But at this point, even I don't know.

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A/N To explain the odd ending, I was sick most of last week when I wrote the first draft, and when I wrote the ending I was on the drowsy kind of cold medicine, which was making me weird, but when I got better I decided to keep everything I'd written.

Also, yes Quotev's last line says something. When converted back to words, it has a hint at next week's episode. If you figure it out and message me, I'll come up with some sort of prize Idk. Maybe a drawing or a preview of an episode or something?

Lastly, I again apologize for what I'm about to do to my characters, but hey at least this next episode will be most funny, right? RIGHT?

Stay golden, web fans!