"Nice work, you guys," Sybil said. "Now, I can try to bring him out of his hypnotic state. TAKE CONTROL OF YOUR MIND!"

"I don't think he can hear you," Sam said.

"Sure he can, I use the same trick with Pinkie all the time. He's UNCONSCIOUS, not dead."

"Minor detail," Max said.

"DESTROY THE INTRUDER IN YOUR DREAMS! REGAIN CONTROL!"

Peepers suddenly snapped out of his hypnotic state and wondered where he was. When Sybil referred to him with her name, Peepers immediately stated that his name was, indeed, Peepers.

"Are you okay? How do you feel?"

"I've got a bit of a headache," Peepers groaned. "I had the weirdest dream."

"And there was someone unusual in your dream, wasn't there?"

"Yes, Brady Culture was there! He kept telling me to do stuff."

"I knew it!"

"That fiend hypnotized you to do his unspeakable bidding," Sam said.

"Peepers, what's the last thing you can remember?"

"I remember checking in at Brady Culture's Home for Former Child Stars."

"He has his own nuthouse? Wow, we gotta meet this guy!" Max said.

"Where can we find this home for former child stars?" Sam asked.

"Oh, it's very secret," Peepers said. "No one must ever find it. Think of the scandal!"

"LISTEN YOU HIGH-PITCHED, BIG-EYED BAT-MITE, WE NEED TO STOP THIS LUNATIC BEFORE THINGS GET WORSE!" Pinkie shouted.

"I want to help, but I just... can't remember where it is..."

Rarity pulled Pinkie away from Peepers, since her face was very close to his.

"You... are impossible," she snarled.

"But my brothers might know where it is! They went with me! Hey, um... I didn't do anything really embarrassing did I?"

"Nothing a simple exorcism can't fix," Max joked.

"MAX! HONESTLY!" Rarity barked.

Scared for his life, Peepers dashed out of the office as fast as he could.

"Jesus Christ! You are so insensitive!"

"I am?" Max asked.

"Come on, let's see if we can't lure Specs away from his painting," Rarity said in air quotes.

The group walked out of Sybil's place and went over to the graffiti outside the office.

Pinkie instantly knew what to do with it.

"Hey, Sam, could you hand me that can of spray paint?" she asked.

Sam handed it over to her and she shook the can. She then painted scribble hair and a clown face on Brady's face.

"I dub thee... Brady Clownture."

Suddenly, Specs came running over to the graffiti after seeing what had happened.

"Hey, hey, hey! You messed it up! Aw, now I've got to fix it, brain freeze!" he groaned.

"Good thinking, Pinkie. That oughta distract him for a while," Sam said. "Now all that's left is to knock him unconscious. And I know just how we can do it."

Sam opened the door to the office and he walked in with the others following close behind.

As soon as they entered the office, Sam and Max went up to the window with Sam's bowling ball.

"You're not seriously going to drop a bowling ball on his head are you?" Rarity asked.

"What does it look like?" Max retorted.

"Ooohh... I can't watch."

Rarity covered her eyes, not wanting to see Specs get killed. Max slapped the bowling ball out the window, which hit Specs on the head.

"You made me mess up," he said groggily before passing out on the sidewalk.

Meanwhile, the individual watched Specs get knocked unconscious and seemed to enjoy it.

"Now this is quality television!" they cackled. "Except, hold on! My evil plan is in jeopardy! Who dares oppose me? Hey, that was pretty good. Mwahahaha. Better. Better."

Back at the office, Rarity still had her eyes covered.

"Is he dead?" she shivered.

"No. Just unconscious," Max said.

"Thank God. I was scared to death!"

Everyone walked out of the office and went over to Specs to try to snap him out of his hypnotic state.

Pinkie decided to try it for herself.

"Take control of your mind! Destroy the intruder in your dreams!" she said while waving her hands.

"Snap out of it, you big baby!" Max said finally.

Specs got up and came to his senses.

"Wh--What's going on? Why is my outfit all wrinkled?" he asked.

"It worked! Pinkie Pie, you did it!" Rarity exclaimed.

"Eh, it's a gift," she blushed.

"Now, Specs, can you please tell us where we can find Brady Culture's Home for Former Child Stars?"

"The home? It's at 227... something..." he said. "Whizzer would remember the street, he always does the driving."

"Can you take us there?" Sam asked.

"Are you kidding?! I've got hours upon hours of ironing to do!"

And with that, he ran off.

"Well, that was helpful," Max said sarcastically.

"Well, at least we got the address number. Now, all we need is the street it's on," Rarity said, revealing that she wrote the information down on a notepad.

She put the notepad away and headed towards Bosco's store.

Everyone entered Bosco's store and decided to ask Whizzer the information that they needed.

Max tried hitting him with his boxing glove, but Whizzer was just too fast for him.

"Max, dear, I don't think your boxing glove is going to help us this time," Rarity admitted. "I believe that we need to use a more practical method."

"Like what?" Max asked.

"Pinkie, hand me that slice of cheese, would you, please?"

Pinkie handed Rarity the slice of cheese as she was told to. Rarity then whispered something to Max.

"Ooohh, fun!"

Max entered the restroom near the condiments and went to the bathroom.

"At least it's nothing like the time when we were at Snucky's and Max had to go every time we stopped at one," Sam said.

"Why is that?" Rarity asked.

"I don't know, but when I finally intercepted him on the way out, he didn't have to go again."

"Well, that's a relief."

As soon as Max exited the restroom, Whizzer quickly went inside.

"Looks like you opened his floodgates," Sam said to Max.

"I hope he enjoys it as much as I did," Max said.

Rarity then put the slice of cheese inside Whizzer's crate and smiled cunningly.

"This oughta knock him out," she said.

Whizzer finally exited the restroom and picked up his crate to get more videos. Just before he could run out the door, the B-TADS alarm went off and the boxing glove knocked him on the head.

"Time out for #1..." he said groggily before collapsing on the floor.

"We're saved!" Bosco exclaimed excitedly.

"Yes! We did it! He's out!" Pinkie shouted while jumping up and down.

Just then, Whizzer peed himself and got the entire floor wet.

Meanwhile, the same individual watched as Whizzer was knocked out.

"Oh, he wet is wittle pants," they mocked. "Classic, just classic. Wait a second... My evil plan is in ruins! THOSE MEDDLERS WILL RUE THE DAY THEY CROSSED ME. RUE THE DAY, I SAY! MWAHAHAHA!"

Back at Bosco's, Pinkie eventually snapped Whizzer out of his hypnotic state. He eventually got up and wondered what was going on.

"Don't worry, we're Freelance Police," Sam explained.

"POLICE?! OH, NO!" Whizzer panicked.

He ran outside and started up the delivery truck.

"He's getting away in that truck!" Bosco exclaimed.

"DON'T LET HIM GET AWAY!" Pinkie shouted.

"Quick, to the DeSoto!" Rarity ordered.

Everyone got into Sam and Max's DeSoto and drove after Whizzer.

"He's getting away! After him, Samuel!" Rarity exclaimed.

"I'm going as fast as I can!" Sam said.

Just then, Pinkie noticed a bunch of empty boxes headed their way.

"INCOMING!" she exclaimed.

Sam dodged the boxes as they chased after Whizzer. The chase lasted up until night started falling. When they were close enough, Sam decided to get his gun out.

"Take the wheel, little buddy," he told Max.

"With pleasure," Max said.

Sam then fired a bullet at the left rear tire, stopping the vehicle. He then stopped the Desoto and confronted Whizzer out in the street.

"Don't shoot!" Whizzer panicked.

"Darling, please, why would you think they'd shoot you?" Rarity asked calmly.

"It's just... you always see cops on the news beating up some guy just because he's a former child star."

"We would never dream of hurting former child stars!" Sam said. "We just need to find the home where Brady Culture keeps them."

"Oh! Why didn't you say so? It's right over there, across the street!"

"Jumping elephant fleas!"

"How devilishly convenient!"

"Thanks."

The group walked off towards the home, which turned out to be an old, abandoned theatre. What they were about to discover inside that building would be something beyond their own comprehension.

Author's Note

It's random what Sam paints on the Brady Culture graffiti in order to get Specs under the office window. In the playthrough I watched online, he painted cat ears with rosy red cheeks and a Minnie Mouse bow. In my playthrough, he drew scribble hair and a clown face.

Also, this is the order I usually go in whenever I knock out the Soda Poppers. In order to get the dialogue without going into Steam, however, I had to watch the Let's Play of the original Telltale version by the YouTuber, Suraht.