It was a few years after III had ended. II had ended as well and everyone, including the III crew, moved into Hotel OJ to have a nice relaxing stay. Balloon, who had won the million in III, had helped OJ renovate the hotel, which the beverage appreciated. Baseball, who had won the prize for season 2, had donated half of his prize to a charity, while he had put the other half on his bank account to save for later. He wasn't really the kind of guy to spend all his money on many things. 

The hotel had also gotten some new residents. Toilet had been accepted back by MePHone (though he wasn't allowed to assist him and had to help at the hotel instead) and now lived with everyone else in the hotel. Mic and Taco had made up and Taco, after making some very strict agreements and also bringing MePad back from the forest and out of sleep mode, had also moved in. She was very quiet at first, but after some adapting of both her and the other residents, she was chattier. You could see and hear her chatting along with the others every morning. 

In other words, life was going great. 

Meanwhile, in MePhone and MePad's host house, which they had kept to stay away from the contestants because they both needed a break themselves, MePhone was bored. Very bored. He had watched every reality show, eaten every snack and slept in every sleeping position known to man, and he was tired of it. He never knew he could be tired of it, but there he was, walking around the house, ranting to MePad, who was just sitting on one of the armchairs they had.

"I just don't know what to do!" MePhone ranted, pacing around the room. "I have this- this feeling's nagging me! I need something to do, MePad!"

"Well, have you ever searched things up on Moogle? Moogle might have some answers." MePad offered.

MePhone sighed as he sat down on the couch. 

"Hm, maybe you're right," he said, "but first I'll watch some TV."

He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. He then started zapping until he found a particular program that interested him. On the TV, a stage was visible. A speaker was standing on the stage, holding a microphone. 

"Alright everyone, give a huge warm welcome to... SWORD AND HELMEEEETTTTT!" The speaker called out.

A sword and a helmet came on the stage. The camera cut to an audience, who were all clapping and cheering loudly. It then cut to three judges, who were all sitting there. MePhone's eyes widened at the sight. The judges were all famous people from different object shows! One of them was VHS Tape from Supernova Specialization, the second one was Oodle the Doodle from AIB and the third one was a dark grey number seven whom MePhone didn't recognize. VHS was on the left seat, Oodle was in the middle and Seven was on the right. They were all clapping too. Oodle readjusted his seat a bit before starting to talk.

"So, Sword and Helmet, what's your talent?" Oodle asked.

Ah, so it was a talent show. Wait a minute... talent show...?

"That's IT!" MePhone exclaimed happily, making MePad flinch and perk up in his seat. 

The larger device looked at him.

"What is it? Did you find your answer?" MePad asked.

MePhone jumped up happily.

"A TALENT SHOW!" He yelled. "I could organize one and- and- Oh MePad, I finally got everything I need!"

MePad glanced at the TV. The sword and helmet were now doing some stunts with bikes on the stage. It was pretty cool to see. 

"You mean you want to... organize a talent show?" He asked. "How do you want to do that? Stuff like that is pretty hard to do, sir."

MePhone nodded. 

"I know EXACTLY how! I can use MeLife to CREATE a building with a stage, props, EVERYTHING! I'm ECSTATIC! Aren't you happy? Can't you feel the energy and creativity flowing?" He said.

"I can't feel anything, sir." MePad simply replied.

~

It was a few hours later. It was pretty late in the evening. MePhone had generated a pretty big theatre building and the things they needed. He had then put everything inside the building with MePad's help. It went fast compared to how long it would take a normal person to create a building, and it worked perfectly, but it took MePhone so much energy, he couldn't move anymore or his batteries would die, so he was now laying on the floor, outside the building. MePad looked at him, concerned.

"Sir, are you sure you don't need help?" He asked.

"Yeah I'm sure..." MePhone replied. "I'll be fine, MePad."

"Sir, you're laying on the floor and can't even move! At least call someone to carry you inside so you can rest properly." MePad told MePhone.

MePhone sighed a long, annoyed yet tired sigh before bringing his hands to his touch screen to call someone. He decided to call OJ, since he figured the beverage would still be awake at this hour.

In the hotel, OJ was sitting at his desk in his office when his phone rang. He sighed and picked it up to see who it was. He was quite surprised when he saw the name "Fat slob bad cook idiot" on his phone. He had given MePhone that name in his contacts a few weeks after winning Inanimate Insanity. He had the former host in his contacts because MePhone insisted on getting everyone's number. He had never changed the contact name. OJ clicked on the "answer call" button.

"Hello?"

"Uh, OJ, I kinda need your help."  MePhone said.

OJ raised an eyebrow at how tired the former host sounded. He sounded like his battery was running low. 

"What is it?" He asked.

"I generated a theatre building because I wanted to organize a talent show. Yeah, it's crazy, I know, but it worked. However, it took so much energy from me I'm now laying on the floor and I can't really move. Soooo would you mind coming to me and carrying me inside the building so I can rest?"  MePhone asked.

"You... want me to come out, at 10:30 in the evening, just to carry you into a building?" OJ asked, not believing what he was hearing. What was all this?

"Actually, MePad wants you to. He told me to call someone and since you barely sleep I figured you were the best to call."

"We also want to arrange and talk about some things revolving around the talent show thing." MePad added.

OJ thought. The talent show thing did sound interesting. He decided to do it. Maybe it would be fun. Besides. He needed some fresh air. 

"Alright, fine, I'll be there in a few minutes."

MePhone thanked OJ before hanging up. OJ got up and went out of his office. He then bumped into Toilet.

"Ough-! Oh hi Mistah OJ." Toilet whispered, though his "whisper" was still louder than a whisper.

"Hey Toilet, I have no time to talk right now, I need to help MePhone with something." OJ said.

Toilet perked up. His eyes widened a bit

"You mean Mistah Phone? Ooh, can I come with you?"

OJ shook his head. 

"No, Toilet, I need to go alone."

Toilet looked at OJ with pleading eyes, almost like a puppy.

"Please?"

"No." 

OJ walked away. Toilet followed him.

"Aww please? I haven't seen Mistah Phone in ages!"

OJ sighed.

"Fine, but don't expect him to be happy about it."

"YAAYY!!!" Toilet screamed.

"Hey, quiet down, crap water!" Trophy screamed from his room.

"AaaaCHOO!"

"Ew! Gross!"

"Sorry Trophy, it's my Condishawn."

"YOU SNEEZED ALL OVER ME!"

"Hey, calm down there Goldie, it's SNOT fair for Tissues how he gets treated!"

"SHUT UP CHEESY TWERP!"

OJ decided to quickly leave the hotel before he had to deal with this problem too. Toilet quickly followed him like a duckling following its mom. 

Eventually, the two made it to MePhone.

"Hey MePhone, I'm he- WHOA!" OJ looked at the building.

It was a pretty big and beautiful building. No wonder MePhone was so tired! Toilet, who had been distracted by some flowers and was left behind, quickly caught up. He looked at the building for a moment, admiring it, before looking at MePhone. He bent over the blue screened phone, who had fallen asleep.

"HELLO MISTAH PHONE!"

MePhone's eyes snapped open as he screamed. 

"AAH! Wh- TOILET?! GET OFF OF ME!"

He pushed the now drooling toilet (who was drooling because his mouth was a bit agape, causing his toilet water to leak out) off him. Toilet closed his mouth quickly, preventing more water from spilling. MePhone wiped the water off his screen and wanted to sit up. He was less tired than before he fell asleep, but still visibly tired. OJ approached him. 

"Sorry, as soon as Toilet heard I was going to help you, he wanted to come with." He apologized.

"Are you ok Mistah Phone?" Toilet said, again in a "whisper", because he genuinely felt bad for waking up his former boss.

MePhone sighed. He ignored Toilet's question and looked at OJ.

"Can you carry me inside now? My battery's still too low for me to walk." MePhone asked.

OJ picked up MePhone in bridal style, as that seemed like the easiest way to carry him. Toilet and MePad followed. The four reached a lobby. MePhone told OJ to stop moving and place him on the couch. OJ obliged and softly laid MePhone down. He eyed the phone for a moment, thinking of how to ask the next question.

"So uhhh, do you need to charge orrrrr..."

"Oh, no, my battery fills up when I'm sleeping." MePhone said.

He leaned against the armrest of the couch so he could look at everyone properly. 

"Now, about this talent show..."

~

Half an hour later, after talking about it and making agreements, they had all decided that MePhone, MePad and OJ would be the judges, because they were all sure they couldn't really hire other people, as it went wrong last time they did during the pizza challenge. After Toilet made the remark they didn't have a host now, they all agreed that Toilet would be the host/the one to call the people on stage, but MePhone would still be the boss of the whole thing. 

Now, the only thing they needed were people...

"Alright, how are we gonna get people with talent?" MePhone asked.

"Well, sir, if I remember correctly, you used a slot machine to do that. Maybe you can try that idea again?" MePad suggested.

"WE SHOULD ALSO GATHER EVERYONE TO TELL THEM THE IDEA AND USE THE MACHINE IN FRONT OF THEM!" Toilet said, jumping up and down.

"Hm, he has a point." MePad said.

"Yeah, I agree. I also think we should let everyone, from every season of II, have a chance." OJ added.

MePhone nodded tiredly.

"Yeah, everyone will have a chance to be picked." He said.

"Wait, what will the prize be?" OJ asked, suddenly realizing.

"Oh I dunno, a million dollars, like last time?" MePhone replied sleepily.

"Hm, yeah, that could work." OJ said.

"Let's rest now first before continuing our plan," MePad said, glancing at MePhone for a moment, "MePhone needs it."

Everyone agreed and decided to go to sleep in the lobby.

Tomorrow would be the day...

Alright that was the first chapter already! I hope y'all enjoyed this chapter. Stay tuned for more!!

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