- I'm gonna use Comic Sans font in everything I write.
- SHUT UP!
- What is this?
- It's a love letter from that hot girl in your yoga class.
- Sweeeet.
Hey, this isn't a love letter.
- Okay, so it's actually a script for a video my mom wants us to be in.
- Yep! - AAH!
- So do you think you guys could help?
- Why do you even want to make a video?
- It's for a contest, and the grand-prize winner gets to be the fourth member of the Butterfinger Defense League
and wins $20.
- She needs the money to buy a recording studio.
It's been her lifelong dream to make a record. Give him a sample, Mom.
- (harmonizing)
(sings) Poodles.
- Oh, my God, that was like the voice of an
angel!
- So what'd you think? It's got platinum hit written all over it.
- Ehh... mmm.
- I'll buy you guys milkshakes afterwards. - Okay!
- Hand us the Butterfinger bar, or we'll have you sleeping on fishes. - Yeah.
- Ha, you missed me. - Yeah.
(cheap whooshing noise)
- Aah!
- Ah, dios mio!
- Goodbye, Mother. There are wild candy bandits in the field.
They are
grass-type
bandits, and they are weak against fire attacks.
- Oh, goodbye, honey.
- No, Mom. Mom. It's not-- no. I don't want to do it. I don't want to-- no, Mom.
- Hand over that
Butterfinger bar, or else.
- Or else what?
- Or I'll flick your son...
in the nipple!
- Go ahead. I don't care.
- Psshh!
- Ow!!
My nipple!
- Hi-yah!
(cheap whooshing noise)
- AAH!
- Ow, my remaining nipple!
- (goofy alien voice) Give us the Butterfinger bar or face destruction.
- Hi-yah! - Oh!
My only weakness... that and lizard rabies. I'm melting.
(exaggerated groan)
- (high-pitched voice) Ha!
You missed me! Ha!
Ow!!
- And that is why I should be the fourth member of the Butterfinger Defense League, because nobody's gonna lay a finger on my butterfinger.
(vocalizing "Star-Spangled Banner")
(very weak clapping)
Now it says I have to go to G4tv.com/butterfingerdefenseleague to submit my video.
- Riiight.
- But where's the mailing address? This is on a vhs tape.
- No, Mom, you go on that site and you upload it on your computer.
- Oh, and it says the entry has to be under 60 seconds long.
Crap.
- So milkshake time? - Yep!
- (singing) Milky milkshake!
Dancin' with my milkshake!
Baby, oh, yeah, I'm dancing with my milkshake. Oh, I--
OW!! What the friggin heck, mom?!
(cries)
- To see the full milkshake music video, go to smosh.com.
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