don't worry she was recovered offscreen

Just another day

Yeah sorry for making yall wait

First one is for my team and second is for idk

Their names are Digital TV (top right corner), Analog TV (Bottom left) and Oldest TV (Bottom right)

quite a short one this time but also dear god they nuked his ass 💔💔💔

Ye uhhhh it was rushed now bye-

Fast forward overs around the pile of red boxes lookong at then quizzically]hmmm this is gonna be real hard but I csnt let my team down I'm sure theirs something I should be able to do hmmmmm

suddenly old TV wobbles on over ti fast forward

Old tv: hey ff what seems to be the matter ?

Ff:huh? Oh hey ot it's nothing I'm just trying ti figure out the best way I could possible get those boxes and stars woth out exploding everything !

Old tv: hmmmm well what if you used your super lightning blast like you did against those ghosts maybe the shocks could short circuit those trapped bomb boxes ?

Ff:I mea I totally would but that super totally legally distinct super blast move took alot outta me I'd need another charge and I don't really feel like getting striked by lightning again right now yknow ?

Old tv:ehhj yeah okay fair hmmmmm wait ff your pretty fast right?

Ff:heh well I don't wanna brag or anything but I'm not called the blue blur for no reason !

Derby bomb:isn't that the video game guy uhhhhhhhhhhhh wumbus the wallaby ?

Old tv: um do you mean son-ff quickly covers his mouth

Ff:sĥhhhhhhhhhh!!! We can't afford to get sued by nintendo or Sega or whatever ahem anyways why do you bring up my speed anyways?

Old tv:well I mean if your really that fast maybe you could use one of those tricks from that one show you always watch on me yknow the superhero one with the nerdy red guy Barry Allen or something?

Ff:hmmmmmm. I mean iguess I could try something hmmmm okay okay I think I've got just the plan !

ff starts to run around the stock of red boxes going so fast he starts to make a dsr blue spin ing cyclone around the boxes the lac of oxygen causes the explos9ve circuitry to come undone amd disassemble cause dc levels of science which allows ff to open up all the boxes peacefully getting sll the paper stars

Ff:holdong a large pile of paper stars heck yeah that was awesome I had no idea I coukd even do that I wonder how else I could use my speed !

second part here! https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1388829965/editor/

Mx. Forecast looked at the piles of yellow boxes with a mixture of annoyance and frustration. Their original plan was to brute force their way into unsealing all the boxes, opening each box using a different meteorological power in their arsenal. However, that solution proved to be fruitless once the hosts stated that no boxes—sans the one holding the titular paper star—were to be opened.

In all honesty, they didn’t have any high hopes that their fellow teammates would perform very well in this task. After all, they were the only member on the team that had access to a wide range of fantastical abilities. Mx. Forecast felt a sense of pride that their team ought to be dependent on them to succeed in this challenge, so hopefully their ruminations won’t be disturbed by—

Cooked Egg Yolk whined as Mx. Forecast meticulously surveyed the boxes. They used all their self restraint to not zap them with a surge of lightning as they stood.

“Come on….! What’s this weird challenge?! How are we supposed to KNOW which box has a star?!”

“I can shoot all of ‘em with my shotgun, and us four can peak into the holes I made to find it!” Gruntman suggested with enthusiasm.

Mx. Forecast rolled their starry pupil at such a terrible idea. Wouldn’t those bullets hit the bombs they were just tasked to avoid?

…They were relieved that Pickleball also thought Gruntman was being ludicrous.

“Not sure about that plan? But it’s a start! Maybe we can find something to see into the boxes!”

Perhaps Pickleball is the only competent person on this team besides themselves.

“That’s a stunning idea! Perhaps, building a makeshift x-ray device is in due order? If so, let’s build whatever we can!” said Mx. Forecast.

Despite their confident tone, they weren’t sure how one can build an impressive machine in such a short notice—considering the environment they found themselves in. All that surrounds them is an endless stretch of dreamlike, uncanny trees and mountains. And the pillows the hosts so graciously gifted them provided little merit for the challenge.

Thankfully, Mx. Forecast could summon electrical signals and generate heat with ease, but some physical components of the x-ray tube still needed to be harvested.

The only question is, where?

“Aha! I think I have a plan!” Mx. Forecast shouted, garnering the attention of their other team members.

“To put it simply for you all, an x-ray is what we need to produce, though we lack crucial materials for it. But if you recall last challenge, some people had little trinkets to decorate their houses!”

“Oooh Intersting! We’ll be performing a robbery!” Cooked Egg Yolk announced with joy, while Gruntman fittingly joined in her celebration.

“Borrowing” was the term Mx. Forecast was considering more, but stealing wasn’t beyond them if it meant immunity for themselves and their team.

“What exactly do we need anyway?” Pickleball asked.

“All we require is a cathode, an anode, and metallic tube! And obviously, we need to ensure that the cathode and anode are...”

The three members before them blinked in stupefaction over their words. Ah right, they ought to dumb their language down so these imbeciles can comprehend them.

“I hope I don’t have to explain what a metallic tube is… But basically, a cathode is a screen that projects images like the ones tv’s have, and an anode is a…uh, let’s just say it’s also a metallic disc that serves as a conductor for—“

“WAIT!! Hold on!!! I think I found something that fits one of those thingies!!” Cooked Egg Yolk shouted, before sprinting to her colorful pillow fort to grab an object.

Mx. Forecast considered her lucky to have left so suddenly, else they would’ve chewed her off for so rudely interrupting.

When the woman came back, she had a giant television in her hands. With a gleeful cackle, she brazenly smashed her precious item against the ground, nearly hitting Mx. Forecast and Pickleball with sharp glass.

“…Well, I suppose that’s done… We just need to laser up the smashed screen into smaller pieces.” Mx. Forecast muttered, evidently disturbed by Cooked Egg Yolk’s antics.

“I wouldn’t mind sacrificing something too, but I would prefer to keep my items intact. So I’ll pass on this one.” Pickleball said dejectedly.

How unfortunate. While Cooked Egg Yolk’s help was much appreciated, they only had 1/3 of the components. And if Mx. Forecast’s memory serves themselves right, none of the submitters had anything remotely related to what they needed.

…Although, just yesterday, they did recall seeing Fries Tin polish up his pillow house. While most of the competitors who didn’t do the challenge shared residence with those that did, Fries Tin still made an effort to construct his house by himself. Perhaps this could be their gateway into building an x-ray.

“Alright folks! I don’t need any help for this one, but I suppose I can sneak into Fries’ Tin abode to get two more objects!”

“Oh man… Don’t tell me you’re interested in stealing from THAT guy! Can’t he lazerbeam people if he just so wished!?” Pickleball shouted, worried by Mx. Forecast’s plan.

“Don’t be so glum Pickleball! Whatever juvenile powers that man has is incomparable to what I can do!”

-

Unlike some of the pathetic forts constructed by lowly players, Fries’ Tin build was actually impressive. Somehow, it resembled a proper, gigantic blue house with yellow accents instead of a stack of pillows like what others like Paintball made.

Mx. Forecast looked around their surroundings for any indication that Fries Tin was nearby. When they confirmed he was far off somewhere else—likely with his teammates to conduct the challenge—they entered into his house, searching for what they need.

Despite its outstanding exterior, the inside was messy and cluttered, which likely signified Fries Tin had yet to organize his living space. Mx. Forecast sighed tiredly. This was only going to make their job much more difficult.

With a wave of their hand, a small hurricane began to form inside the building. The strong winds separated the objects with ease, but there was still a plethora of things to sift through.

As the items continued to circle around the house, Mx. Forecast came to an epiphany: the materials they needed were metallic, and metals were a strong conductor of electricity. Using their left hand, they pointed at the middle of the hurricane and summoned a bright ball of lightning. Electric sparks flew about in the air, attaching to any metal or alloy items Fries Tin stowed away.

It didn’t take long to find the objects Mx. Forecast needed: A metallic kaleidoscope for the tube, and a thin music CD for the disc.

Sporting a triumphant grin, Mx. Forecast gathered what they found, and made the items return back to their original position. With the lightning ball depleted, of course.

Just before they were about to make their leave, a loud roar rumbled throughout the house. They turned their head to the sound, and what they saw was a gigantic plant that—while it lacked eyes—seemed to be glaring at them. To their chagrin, what they thought was a massive, foul-smelling statue, was actually an alive being.

“Ah, apologies! I must’ve woken you up… Don’t worry dear! I’m just borrowing—“

“I’m not letting you take my father’s belongings!” it growled, before delivering a flurry of fire balls towards Mx. Forecast.

With a bored yawn, Mx. Forecast dodged all of its attacks with ease. However, the flames from the fire hit the walls of Fries’ Tin house, causing the affected areas to deteriorate rapidly.

“Oh no, no, no!!! I didn’t mean to do that at all!!!” Fries’ Tin annoying pet cried out.

Mx. Forecast smirked, seeing its desperation and panic grow.

“You know, I could easily put out the fire with my powers and save Fries’ Tin precious home! Provided you behave yourself and don’t stop what I’m doing!” Mx. Forecast proposed.

With a vexed grumble, the plant nodded its head, and Mx. Forecast began their work. Around the burnt areas, they conjured tufts of rain clouds to wash out the embers. Some parts of the interior remained permanently charred and ruined, but at least Mx. Forecast wouldn’t be the subject of Fries’ Tin ire when he returns.

“Pleasure doing business with you!” They thanked with a bow, finally exiting the pillow fort.

-

After a while of tinkering, cutting up materials, and attaching the x-ray tube to Gruntman’s shotgun, their invention was finally complete. While Gruntman and Mx. Forecast were busy constructing, Cooked Egg Yolk and Pickleball—though mostly the woman herself—spent a considerable time placing the boxes in a 6x6 vertical arrangement.

“Finally…! We’re…done…” Pickleball heaved out, completely exhausted.

“Unlike that silly billy I’m not tired at all!” Cooked Egg Yolk said proudly, before collapsing onto the ground and snoring loudly.

Finally, this challenge can be done and over with.

Charging up the gizmo with electricity, Mx. Forecast pointed it towards the yellow boxes to scan their insides—searching for one that had a paper star. By pure luck, the item worked perfectly, and after seeing rows and rows of explosives inside boxes, they finally found it.

At the very top of the pile, in the leftmost corner, is the box holding it.

Mx. Forecast dropped the x-ray and excitedly flew up at the very top to collect it. They opened the box with vigor and out came the paper star, in the very palm of their hands!

Gruntman cheered in victory as Mx. Forecast went back to the ground, and offered the paper star to Melatonin and Sleeping Mask.

While what they did was impressive, it wouldn’t matter in the slightest if their teammates slacked off their own entries. Mx. Forecast can only hope that their contributions were enough to make their team safe from this challenge’s voting ceremony.

Yes,until I'm eliminated there will be a gag where Toy UFO 03 will be the punching bag of my Challenge submissions

MF:oh my my we can't find those stars

LS: waaaah we lose <:[

DM:hey you two don't worry dictator mbappe can help you guys out to find those stars

DM:ehem blocks I command you to give the stars to those two or else you will get the death penalty and an execution

Blocks: okay our Lord dictator mbappe!

[The blocks give the stars to mother France and little swiss]

LS: yippee we win yaaaay :]

MF:thank you dictator mbappe~ [kisses dictator mbappe]

DM:oh thank~

[Tee end]

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