[Trans. Ext. ; Night]

(A 16 year old boy with black eyes, orange hair, and a devil horn headband walks across the Sunshine Skyway Bridge. He is wearing an orange t-shirt, a white bib that reads 'Jr', green shorts, black wristbands and orange sneakers. He had two red stripes over his eyes. This is Braxton Jr. Or more commonly known by his friends as Junior.)

Junior: Easy does it, Junior. You've got this. Concentrate. The whole world's counting on you to break the pizza box stack record. One hundred and twenty five boxes of fresh Pepperoni! You know, they say it couldn't be done, but look who's doing it, moi. You know, that's Spanish for "Junior". At least I think so.

(As Junior says this, a girl, the same as he, with ginger, braided hair, with circular green clips at the ends, black hair clips, brown glasses, and different color (one red, one blue) eyes hovers near him. She is wearing a white long-sleeved shirt, a rhombus-themed vest (colors: blue, red and goldenrod), a black skirt and white shoes with a green border. She has a purple battle-pack to protect her weak spine, which also has a built in jetpack. She has gray goggles with blue and red lenses. This is Penelope Guy.)

Penelope: Go ahead, my non-lingual friend, count your unhatched fowl. My record stands until you reach the top, which according to my calculations of wind speed, barometric pressure, and dew point, is highly unlikely. 

(She is then surprised to see a light green chain attach itself to the bridge. Swinging himself up, a 15 year old boy wearing a green long sleeve-short sleeve shirt (IYKYK) with dark green sleeves. He has a backwards green baseball cap. His shirt had a pink triangle and blue lightning bolt stickers on it. This is Joseph Hisfriendfromschool.)

Joseph: According to my calculations, as long as you believe in yourself, you can do anything!

Junior: Thanks, Joey. And no one believes in himself more than me. Junior! Junior!

Joseph: Junior! Junior! Junior! Junior! Junior! Junior! Junior! Junior! Junior! Junior!

Junior & Joseph: Junior! Junior! Junior! Junior! Junior! Junior! Junior! Junior!

(Junior reaches the top of the Sunshine Skyway Bridge and backflips. The duo cheer, ignoring Penelope's bitter fit of swearing and rage.)

Junior: Yes! I am Junior!

Joseph: Yeah, baby!

Cody: There you are. I've been looking all over for you guys.

(The trio turns and sees a 17 year old boy with glasses, messy brown hair, black eyebrows, and blue eyes with his arms crossed. He wears a blue plaid shirt with abs underneath, brown suspenders, a blue bowtie, blue shorts, white socks and brown shoes. He had white bandages over his hands and a small bandage on his shirt. This is Cody Nutkiss)

Junior: Oh, hey, Cody, guess who just broke the record?

Cody: What?! You did?! That's amazing! How many did you—

(He then catches himself  once he sees them dancing)

Cody: *groans in annoyance* Stop distracting me! We were supposed to be training—

Junior: A-tuh-tuh-tuh. Hold that thought. Penelope?

Joseph: Penelope?

Penelope: *sighs* You, sir, have bested me. Mazel.

Junior: Ahem.

Joseph: Ahem.

Penelope: (sighs in annoyance) Junior. Junior.

All sans Cody: Junior! Junior! Junior! Junior!

Cody: Stop! Stop it! Junior, we need to be training and you dragged them out here for this?

Junior: If I may, your honor. Training and doing the same stuff we've been doing for years or breaking the coolest record ever. The choice was clear.

Cody: Ugh. Dang it, Junior. Everything's not about you. When are you gonna grow up and start acting like a hero?

Junior: And there it is. Shall we my friends?

(Everyone sans Cody touch their pizza slices together and then bite into them.)

Cody: What is-What os that? What are you guys doing?

Junior: A little game I invented. Every time you says the word "heroes", we take a bite of pizza.

Cody: Oh, come on, guys. I don't say "heroes" that oft-

(Once again, they take a bite of their pizza slices.)

Cody: Junior! Okay, fine. I say he—that word a lot. But so what if I do? It's a good word. We need to be that word.

Junior: Relax, fearless leader. We've got this hero thing wired. I mean, our ninjocity is off the charts. We've got some kickin' mystic weapons. And do I need to remind you who has eight thumbs and defeated Jeffy's mom? You really gotta learn to stop taking this stuff so seriously.

(Cody swats Junior's pizza slice to the ground.)

Junior: (blinks) That was extremely uncalled for.

Cody: Junior! You just don't get it.

(Beeping can be heard.)

Penelope: What is all that ra- oh that's me. Woof. Looks like we have a 317-39.4 in progress, boys.

Joseph: Uh....

Junior: Huh?

Cody: English please, Penelope.

Penelope: Oh, come on. Has nobody read Penelope's big book of bad guy codes? Nobody?

Joseph: Uh-uh.

Cody: Nope.

Junior: Never gonna happen.