Pilot

Script
Ooh, an old tramp! Bloody !
 * (Pencil runs to the poor thing)

I need money! Give me money! Well, you can be with me! Ooh, thanks!

This is a pretty HD TV. Yeah, it’s 4,000! That coffee good? Yeah! Do you want any more chips? Nope. This could lead to a friendship! Do you want to get some food from Gelatin’s Steakhouse? That’s a good idea! Can I come too? Me too? Yes! The whole group (...and Pin) can come!

What should we talk about? Uh... How’s that project you’re working on, Match? Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!

You brought your iPAD?! Oh — I need that iPad. You’ll never get it, you little face. Oh, you never!
 * (Pencil runs out of the restaurant)

Good. No sign of the others.
 * (Pencil walks into an alley)

This looks like a good area to... do yoga. Or use my sweet iPad!
 * (Pencil plays a game on her iPad for twenty minutes then sees the gang)

(whispering) Crap. Oh, look what we got over here. This 'yur new home? If you must know, I have run away from my torturous friends. Hey, is that Pencil? GET HER! No, we can work this out, right? I will— Let me handle this, best friend. No! It is just an iPad, remember? Shut up. Look at that! Wha? AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH...
 * (Book is crushed by a falling rock)

Oh my god, they killed Book! You boistards! What the ?
 * (Pencil climbs up a ladder)

Ha, Match! You can't get me!
 * (Ruby is walking)
 * (Ruby is walking)

What did you do? Why is Book dead? You cannot witness this. I need to go to the HPRC!