Scratch-and-Sniff: And now, time for You Risk Your Life!
Yakko: *cuts through curtain* Hello everybody, and Helloooo Nurse!
Peter: Uh, that's in room 11. This is room 12.
Yakko: No, I walked into room 11.
Peter: Then you must have fell through that-OOF! *Wakko falls on him from hole*
Wakko and Yakko: Helloooo Nurse!
Peter: *doubled over in pain*: HOLE.
Scratch-and-Sniff: She's a top singer...He's a top quarterback...Please welcome Taylor Swift and Tom Brady!
Peter: I told you...That's in room 11.
Scratch-and-Sniff and Yakko: *leave room and go to room 11*
Peter: Okay. That was weird. Alright, on with the quest--YOW! *Yakko and Scratch-and-Sniff fall from hole*
Dr. Doofenshmirtz: Ah, Perry the Platypus. *Everyone looks at him like he's crazy* Just in time for my Hole-inator!
Peter: Uh, that's up there, and I'm not Perry, I'm Peter Smith.
Wakko: *Begins to sing U.N. Me*
Yakko and Dot: *Join in*
Peter: Ah, what the heck! *Same as Yakko and Dot*
Dr. Doofenshmirtz: Oh. This is room 12. *talking to Scratch-and-Sniff about where room 13 is*
Peter: And now, our first question. Hit it, Wakko!
Wakko: *drum roll*
Peter: It's from your brother. "What would all of you do if a clown was in the room, huh?"
Wakko: I dunno.
Peter: I'd ask him to make a balloon Wakko.
Dr. Doofenshmirtz: I'd make a Clown-Away-Inator to get rid of him!
Dot: If he was a cute boy, I'd tell him my full name and kiss him. If he wasn't, I would kick his face!
Scratch-and-Sniff: *puts on clown outfit*
Dot: *kicks Scratch-and-Sniff in face*
Dr. Doofenshmirtz: *builds Clown-Away-Inator*
Peter: Would you make a balloon Wakko for me, please?
Wakko: I just got a weird message on my IP address's talk page.
Peter: What is it?
Dot: Yeah, what?
Irving: WHAT IS IT!?! I DEMAND YOU TELL ME!!!
Isabella: Whatcha doin'?
Random Announcer Guy: Would all people with a first initial of I, as in ice cream, please exit room twelve?
Isabella: Um, hello?
Irving: WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY!?! STOP KICKING ME OUT OF THESE Q&A SESSIONS!!! I KICK MYSELF OUT!!! *Irving kicks himself and falls down, through a hole. Various crashing noises are heard below.* Announcer: Never mind. Uh, Isabella, I didn't mean you. I meant Irving.
Peter: Uh, alright. That was WEIRD. *looks in hole in ground and sees Irving trapped, then hole closes and triple-locks itself.* Anyway, read the message!
Wakko: All right. It says: "support wikipedia-watch.org all true!". Apparently the IP address posted it on its own page. :?
Isabella: Whatcha doin'?
Peter: We made a question and answer session for users to ask questions. Then we all answer them.
Wakko: *belches songs*
Yakko: *plays piano*
Dot: *gives Wakko 2-liter of Coke*
Peter: We have new questions! These are from TD! We have four of them!!!
Everyone: *ooohs and aaahs*
Peter: They are: What do you think of me?, Who else is coming into the Q&A, What is your favorite flavor of random, and What is the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to you?
Dot: I forgot my name several times.
Peter: Well...I don't know. I think of you as an online friend. I don't know who is coming into the Q&A. It's just whoever pops into Wakko's mind-I mean, the studio! Oh, and chocolate.I tripped down a bunch of stairs.
Irving: (from hole) I fell down this hole!
Isabella: I didn't know Phineas and Ferb were The Beak.
Everyone Else: *shrugs*
Yakko: Now, on with the show...
Peter: That's in room 11. Wait... Didn't you already go in there?
Yakko: We fell down the hole in the ceiling, onto a very large pad.
Peter: Then...They must all have holes that come into here!
Drew Brees: *falls on them from hole*
Peter: Uh, what room were you in?
Drew Brees: Uh, the locker room in New Orleans?
Yakko: Ehhhh... Peter: Anyway, we were just waiting for some questions. Do you have any, Drew?
Drew Brees: Hey, do you want to go play outside?
*they go outside and play for an hour and return*
Drew Brees: Huff, puff, wheeze, sneeze...
Drew Brees: Pie-Pierre Thom-Thom-Thom-Thomas.
Peter: Pierre Thomas? What about him?
Drew Brees: Pie-Pi-P-UGH! *collapses*
Tracy Porter: *falls on Drew Brees from hole*
Drew Brees: AHHHHHHHHHH!
Irving: Hey, what the-
Irving: -is going on here?
All except the football players: Irving! You're not supposed to cuss here!
Drew Brees: Ir-Irving? Irving, Te-Texas?
Peter: No, Irving the nerd.
Random Smart Dude: Nerd: Never Ending Radical Dork.
Tracy Porter: You learn something-*Irving attempts to punch him in the face*-every day.
Peter: Ask questions!!! Please!
Irving: I'm gonna get you. You son of a
Peter: Irving you can't swear! Or you are kicked off of the show.
Irving: Well that's
Irving: fine with me.
Irving: You'll never take me alive! *Runs off into the audiance and dissappears.
TO BE CONTINUED IN THE FUTURE...