How many years had it been, since the Egg boys first left the Cul De Sac to search their fortune? They say you can’t go home again - would the place from their youth even remotely resemble their halcyon days, affixed in amber and reinforced by nostalgia? Surely they weren’t the same bright-eyed youths that left, so sure of their strength and conviction. The Egg boys were silent, but they each thought the same thing - this reunion was couldn’t possibly live up to their idyllic memories.

But no. It was perfect. The Egg boys were home.

Ben and Zane were in a pickle. Due to a gaff in their taxes, it turned out half of their podcasting efforts needed to be written off as a counter-terrorism media operation to defend America from the villainous Cobra (over both land and air, to get full recompensation). They were in a bind until a G.I. Joe member, Egg Head, told them that the real secret to protecting America was to start in your communities: donating your time to homeless shelters, offering to be on the neighborhood watch, and to be sure to always be wearing a fabulously revealing ensemble. Those Cobra clowns won’t know what hit ‘em. Yo Joe!

The Cartoncasters had an embarrassing problem. Someone - and we're not pointing fingers at anyone - stapled their butts together. Was it hilarious? Yeah, I mean it had its moments. Was it interesting? Not as much as you might think. Maybe it was a commentary on society or a dark look at the long-term effects of ostracism, but pretty much everybody just focused on how their butts were stapled together. Thankfully nobody talks about the incident any more. Too busy watching that guy who holds his breath and pokes holes in himself like a sponge.

It started innocently enough - Ben and Zane decided to go shopping for matching overalls. Little did they know that a cursory simultaneous trip to the bathroom would herald decades-spanning, dimension-hopping struggle for their very souls. They were whisked away to colorful, fantastic realms, curiously vertically-designed in nature. Strangely, no matter where they went, everyone knew who they were. Whether they were plumbers, doctors, athletes, explorers, or detectives - everyone was hooked on the brothers.

A short time ago, on a podcast network pretty nearby, Ben and Zane were trying to unravel the mysteries of the force. Thankfully, a nearby Jedi known as 'Ulysses' set them straight. It was really complicated, what with balance being ill-defined, and the whole mind-control thing. Basically, he claimed, the force just did whatever it wanted, and you either caught the wave or got out the way. They didn't much care for his answers, but at least they didn't have to talk to the B1's.

It was a beautiful sunny day in the Moomin countryside, as Ben and Zane ambled slowly toward the river. Perfect day for fishing. Whenever they caught one, they gave it a pat on the head and threw it back. All in good fun, and the point was to enjoy each others' company regardless. When the lake grew dark, the Cartoncasters grew wary. Bubbling water gave way to a giant ever-burning snail. It waved its eyeballs in semaphore, and they realized the problem: those fish got all out of order and he had to start his counting over again. To make it up to him, they brought him Jello the next day. That's just being neighborly.

In a lot of ways, Johnny was just like Ben and Zane remembered him: energetic, juvenile, and with a flimsy understanding of personal space. Still, he was charming enough...until he met the other guest the Cartoncasters invited, the Queen. He kept trying to pelt her with "smoocherinos" and ask to see her crown. They apologized, and she said it was quite alright, provided she could string him up in the town square and smack him about. It was a result that, surprisingly, everyone was okay with. At least, we assume, as men, that everyone was okay with it.