Rottenfellas II: Rottenerfellas

There he stood with his slicked up pompadour and blood stained spandex--Robbie Rotten age 34 1/2--international meme of mystery and part time gangster.

Jimmy Brando stopped pacing around the chilly basement, “Can you not smoke? It’s bad for the economy, y’know?” Jimmy’s hair was spikey as ever but now he had a red hawaiian shirt that said ‘Fuck Clyde’ on the back.

“Piss off,” Robbie was tired, “it was a pain in my bee hive’s catching this shit.”

“You want to take off the hood, now then?” Izummi walked in, placing down some Chinese food.

“With pleasure,” Jimmy Brando pulled off the hood of the young man tied in to the chair in the center of the room, “Hello--Stingy.”

Stingy was dehydrated and already beaten to a pulp, “Y-you, cocksuckers.”

“Sorry, Stingy,” Jimmy Brando pulled out a butter knife and moved it to Stingy’s favorite eye, “but you can’t go around killing athletes Jackson likes betting on.”

Jimmy slipped on a  PLANNED banana peel and the butter knife not only cut out his right eye, but cured his bronchitis because he was in the area.  

“OW MY EYE!” Shouted Stingy, whom had just had his eye cut out with a butter knife. That one left an owchie!

Robbie then held a dollar bill up to a lighter which made stingy break into tears, “I have but one question for you”

“W-what is it” Stingy said,” Where did you hide the memes?” said Robbie, putting the flame closer to the dollhair bill.

Stingy looked at Robbie Rotten with a confused look.  “Meme?”

“NO! Where is he? Where is Ziggy AND THE MEMES!?” Said Robbie Rotten. Robbie Rotten kicked Stingy in the stomache.

“I haven’t the slightest clue who or what you’re talking aboot” Said Stingy

Robbie Rotten looked at Stingy in the eyes as he picked him up by the air. Stingy’s face was visibly beaten and his front teeth were missing.

“HEAVENS DOOR!” Said Robbie, as Stingys body turned into a book

The began to read Stingy “Says here that ziggy is located at 612 wharf ave.” said Jimmy, smoking a banana.

Stingy fell to the ground, still open like a book. Jimmy dragged Stingy’s body by the legs and put his face inside the paper shredder.

“WHY!?” Shouted Robbie Rotten.

“For the Vine.” Said Jimmy.

After the two made out dated meme references, they headed to the exact location to where they said they would be going to at the place with the plot.

AT ARBY’S NIGHTCLUB

Jackson Stewart was eating a delicious spaghetti dinner. It wasn’t that great. “I’ve got a new job for you and your boys, Robbie.”

Robbie kneeled before Jackson, “Of course, master.”

“The fuck is this? Stand up?”

So Robbie did.

“It’s the girl scouts, Robbie,” Jackson said, “they kidnapped Clown Buscemi, say they’re moving in on our turff. Go fuck up their shit.”

So Robbie and Jimmy teamed up. Izumii couldn’t go because his foot had a bugbite. They got in Clown Buscemi’s clown car that they stole and rode heroically to their destination.

AT THE CHICAGO, ILLINOIS WOMEN APPRECIATION CENTER  

“I don’t know, Robbie,” Jimmy ducked his head down, “there’s a lot of blacks out by the front.”

Robbie Rotten had a light bulb appear above his head, showing that he had a great idea! He crab walked over back to the car to grab a suitcase.

“What’s in it?” Asked Jimmy.

“SHEETS!” Said Robbie Rotten. “Not just any sheets, white sheets!”

Jimmy’s face made the *womp* sound effect from spongebob as he frowned.

“See!? We’ll throw the sheets over them so they won’t see US!” Said Robbie Rotten.

“Robbie Rotten that plan is fucking autistic HOLY SHIT!” Said Jimmy.

So Robbie did that thing Jimmy deemed autistic.

So it was.

Within minutes, Robbie Rotten and Jimmy Brando were being chased down by an army of sassy black women and for some reason george lowe.

“I told you this was autistic,” Jimmy cried before falling into an open sewer hole.

“Quick thinking, Jimmy!” Robbie jumped down with him.

When the blacks shined their welfare funded phones down to look for the two they only saw two robbed men covered in shit, “Oh, just a few fellow niggas down there. Let’s keep looking.” They didn’t because their intention spans are despicable.

“You sure you’re not racist?” Jimmy asked.
“Hey, cookies! Is that a cookie stand?” Robbie said, pointing to a girl scout stand.

“Wait a second…” Jimmy flashed his wholesome, crime purchased phone down the sewer to see floating crates of cookies, “did you say--STAND!?”

Robbie Rotten felt something metallic brushing the back off his… back. He turned around to see George Lowe, holding a pistol.

“Hey it’s meeee! GEORGE LOWE! G-E-O-R-G-E L-O-W-E. George Lowe!” Said George Lowe, announcing he was George Lowe. “I hope you’ve been reading this in my voice.”

“Reading?” Robbie asked confused.

“Alright, we’re missing Steven Universe,” so Jimmy jumped onto George Lowe’s back and snapped his George Lowe neck.

Robbie Rotten was grumpy cat for this, “You didn’t have to kill him.” Robbie pressed [E] and searched George Lowe. He looted a sewer map that led them to the Girl Scouts secret underground base.

“Oh shit.” Robbie said because it was a map of the sewer.

Kicking down the screen door to their illegal cookie manufarcy, Jimmy had a crippling realization, “We should have brought guns.”

“They’re  just kids!” Said Robbie Rotten kicking a small child’s face in with his Iron Boot from Wind Waker.

“Oh yeah… we’re in a Farley Sweet and Tommy Dickles fanfic.” Said Jimmy Brando shoving a banana down his throat and firing out a banana from the force of his shout and the banana peel make the Scout Leader slide into the cookie blender (Like in Unfriended) and the blood got in the little girls eyes so they had to go home early. As for the one who’s face was bashed in? She later on become one of the top volunteers at a children's hospital. But it was haunted! OoOoOoO!

“Wait why are we here?” Said Robbie Rotten.

“I’ll say what I want.” Said Ziggy coming out from the ceiling, holding Clown Buscemi hostage with a rotten banana.

“What?” Said Robbie Rotten.

“Oh fuck I read too far ahead in the script… FUCK IT!” Ziggy tossed the script into the trash can. “IMPROV!”
“No!” Jimmy yelled. So Robbie and Jimmy stomped on Ziggy for like 3 pages (20 seconds of animation probably). Ziggy was beaten so badly that a photo of him during his recovery became an internet famous picture. A rumor developed around it say he was a veteran and his wife left him. It’s bullshit. He was just a thug who got his ass handed to him by some Rotten Fellas.

“You okay?” Robbie helped Clown Buscemi up.

“No,” said Clown Buscemi, “I’m alive.”

Jimmy called Jackson Stewart to inform his Clown Buscemi had been secured. He handed the phone to Robbie after a moment, “The boss wants to talk to you.”

“Hello?” Robbie answered, picking his nose.

“You did a good job rescuing my bottom bitch,” said Jackson, “but we’ve got a new problem on our hands?”

“What is it?” Asked Robbie, picking further.

“It’s Izumii. He tipped off the girl scouts that you and Jimmy were arriving. He’s also been posting your memes with your page watermark cropped out. I’m sorry but now you need to take him out.”

“FUCK!” Robbie yelled with tears in his eyes for he picked too deep and caused a nose bleed. “Where can I found this FUCKER?” Yelled Robbie.

“Next chapter?” Said George Lowe’s ghost.

Robbie Rotten put a gun up to his head. “I’M LOOKING FORWARD TO IT!”

But he shot and he missed and it hit Jimmy in the back of the head.

“OH SHIT!” Yelled Robbie Rotten. “I need a new partner!”

Robbie Rotten crawled back to the surface world to see a girl with a BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIG butt. But he was too beta to hit on her.

“Who’s gonna be my next partner in crime?” Said Robbie Rotten. He looked over to see Steve Blum doing fundip.

“I think that’s a sign I should end thi-

The end. For now.