- I would like to order. - Yeah.
- You should do that,
say that like that.
Say it in the scene.
- I'd like to order.
- Oh, right this way, ma'am.
- [Olivia] Yeah, that's it.
- Guys, where is Ian?
We were supposed to start filming 30 minutes ago.
- Hey bitches!
(chuckles) - Jesus Christ.
- Ian, what is up with your hair?
- Shut up.
- Whoa. What happened to him?
- Well, I was walking over here
and I think a tree branch fell on my head
and knocked me out for a couple of hours.
Either that or Anthony threw a rock at my head again.
LOL!
(chuckles)
Oh, speaking of LOL, have you guys heard
that new band L-M-F-A-O?
They do the shuffling.
(feet tapping) (Ian booping)
- Oh my God.
Ian literally bumped his head
and thinks its 2011.
Stop!
- Aw, this is awesome!
I've always wanted to experience the old Smosh
and now I can!
And it's only at the physical expense
of my friend Ian.
- People are always saying how they miss
the old Smosh in the comments
and now we can give the people what they want!
- Hey old Ian,
we're gonna do a sketch called
Every Krispy Kreme Ever.
Does that sound fun to you?
- Totally Anthony.
- Yeah.
- Uh, you mean Kimmy, right?
- Sure thing, other Anthony.
- Okay, does he actually think we're all Anthony?
- Hold on, guys.
Wait, wait, wait.
- What?
- Where's the bikini girls?
- Bikini girls?
- Yeah, the bikini girls for the sketch.
Where are they?
- There's no bikini girls, Ian.
- Well then how the frickballs are we going to take
the thumbnail photo?
(Courtney sighs)
- Wow.
♪ Ian thinks it's 2011 ♪
- Okay, Damien.
- (scoffs) Okay, that's Anthony.
- Okay.
Uh, so just start with the line,
"here's your change,"
and then Ian
just respond super casually
to the fact that he gave you the wrong change, okay?
- Sure thing, dick biscuit!
- Okay.
And...
action.
(casual elevator music)
- Here's your change, sir!
(heavy metal music) - Bitch!
You bitch, you gave me the wrong amount of change!
You gave me 30 cents over!
What are you a girl?
- Okay, cut!
(bell ringing)
- That was good, let's move on.
- (strained laughter) Um, Ian,
calling someone a girl is not an insult.
(scoffs)
Also, just respond like a normal person.
Okay?
- Okay, sure thing blonde girl Anthony.
- Okay.
- And action.
(casual elevator music)
- Here's your change, sir.
(heavy rock music) - Whoa!
You gave me the wrong amount of change!
I'mma change my hand into a fist
and punch you right in your butthole!
- Cut!
(bell ringing) - Dick biscuit!
- Oh my God!
Hey!
- What? - Can we, can we please?
- What, are we good?
- No no, just one more.
- Um. - Okay.
- So, if you were at a cashier
- Uh-huh, yeah.
- And the cashier just like gave you
the wrong amount of change--
- Yeah?
- How would you respond to that?
- Uh, I would say,
"I think you gave me the wrong amount of change."
- Amazing, great.
Just hold onto that and use that, okay?
- Do that one. - Okay.
- Sure thing dick biscuit!
(Ian chuckles)
- 'Kay! - I said that,
- I said that in Food Battle.
- [Courtney] And action. (eerie music slowly builds)
- All set. Wait wait.
- Here's your change, sir.
(eerie music growing louder)
(heavy metal music) - Whoa!
You gave me the wrong amount of change!
Now bring in the bikini girls or I'm gonna
punch you right in your butthole!
Dick biscuit!
Fartknocker!
- Cut.
(bell ringing)
We got it.
Oh my God.
- Can I go home?
Or just out of the way, of here?
- Anthony get on my back,
we'll do a double-decker twerk.
- Is that what y'all did?
- Aw, (bleep).
♪ Ian thinks it's 2011 ♪
- [Courtney] Okay Kimmy, so we'll just go from your line.
- Cool. - And we can
- improv on this take. - Yeah.
(punk rock music) - Uh-oh mister policeman,
can you help me with my big
raging
boner?
- Oh god.
Um, Ian! - Yeah?
- Funny.
Did you um,
put a broomstick in your pants again?
(punk rock music) - I sure did Anthony.
- How am I supposed to work with this?
(punk rock music) - I'll give you something
to work with Anthony.
How about my big
raging--
- [All] Boner?
- Yeah, we knew you were going - Wow, really great, fresh,
- to say that. Very unique, - original, didn't expect it.
- dude. Good job. Comedy.
- (chuckles) How'd you guys predict that?
Dude, we are so in sync,
Anthony, Anthony, Anthony and Anthony. (chuckles)
(punk rock music) Okay guys,
here's what I'm thinking for the video.
I just like, come in, I'm like
"Gimme some donuts bitch!"
And I like knock everything over
(ladies groaning in disgust) and then I take my boner and
- I'm like (grunts) - Just stop, just stop!
- I'll get a donut. - Oh my god. Oh my god!
♪ Ian thinks it's 2011 ♪
(slow music) (sighs)
- Okay.
All right Ian, let's try this one.
Where you're the employee,
and Olivia--
- Anthony!
Chode-knocker!
- Just order a donut.
- Okay.
- And, action.
- Hi, I'd like to order a donut.
- And I'd like
(dramatic music) all of your money!
- Cut!
(bell ringing) Whoa whoa whoa, Ian!
What the (beep)?
A gun?
- (maniacal laughter) Yeah!
It's funny 'cause it's a gun!
It shoots people. It's really funny.
- Guys, I'm starting to think having the old Smosh
isn't such a great idea!
(somber piano music) - Yeah.
Maybe our nostalgia for it kind of made us forget
how far we've come.
- Yeah.
And maybe people are forgetting how problematic things
could be in 2011?
- Yeah.
I miss 2021 Smosh.
- So, what do we do with him?
- Well.
We're going to get rid of 2011 Ian
the same way we got him back.
(fake gun noises)
(exerted breathing) (ominous music)
- What do you got that rock for, dick biscuit?
(pained grunts echoes)
(babbles)
- Hey. Hey Ian?
Hey. Hey Ian, you okay?
- Oh...
- Yeah!
Yeah, I'm wonderful!
Whoa, Kimmy you look so young!
- Oh, he's fine.
- Hey Ian, do you want to film a sketch with us, buddy?
- Wait wait wait.
With you?
Wait Smosh films with men now?
Hold on.
Where are the Speedo guys for the thumbnail?
(upbeat music) - Oh my God, Ian
what year do you think it is?
- It's 2031.
- Oh god. - Oh (beep).
- The rock was too big.
- This is better, though.
- Even better than - Yeah. We
- before, yeah. - can work with this.
(spooky organ music) - [Ian] Old Smosh is dead.
So join me as I mourn the death of old Smosh
the only way that I know how.
By pre-ordering the old Smosh headstone tee shirt.
It's spooky.
It's tie-dye.
And it's what you were asking for, right?
Old Smosh is dead,
so let's cope with some retail therapy.
(spooky ghost wail)
(halloween ambiance)