Text: Smosh would like to thank the family of Anthony Padilla, Ian Hecox and the Sacramento Police Department.
Anthony: (recording) So, Ian! Uh, can you explain why we have all this food (showing the lemon and blueberry cupcakes) here on the counter?
Ian: Er, ever since I found this little toy at our doorstep, we've just getting food randomly appearing here in the morning. It's kinda freakin' me out.
Anthony: (shows himself) Yeah, so that's why I've taken the liberty of setting up a few cameras around the house so, hopefully, we can find this ghost, or whatever's doing this.
(Ian eats the blueberry cupcakes that he is holding)
(CUT TO: Ian, walking down the hallway)
Ian: Alright, man, I'm going to bed.
Antony: Wait, we gotta sleep in my room.
Anthony: I couldn't afford enough cameras for both of our rooms.
ANTHONY'S ROOM (01:25:10 AM)
Ian: We're cutting this part out right?
Anthony: (in pajamas) Yeah, whatever, just go to sleep.
Night #1 January 11th, 2011
Anthony: (in dream) Ugh, C'mon baby, just-just one kiss.
(The Easy Bake Oven's light switches on and Ian rises out of bed)
Anthony: Ian! Ian, Wake up! (He sighs)
(Anthony holds Ian's nose)
Ian: I'M DROWNING! I'M DROWNING I'M DROWNING! (wakes) Dude, what the hell?!
Anthony: Dude, you gotta check this out! (Anthony goes to the computer monitor.) Look. I was lookin' over the footage from last night.
Anthony: Wa-watch what you do.
(Ian, still sleeping, rises out of bed on the recording)
Ian: What the frick!
Ian: THE FRICK, I'M SO FRIKIN' SCURRED RIGHT NOW!
Ian: LOOK AT ME I'M JUST- (smeling tacos) What is that incredible smell?
(Camera cuts to a plate of tacos on the countertop and pans to Ian)
Ian: Oh. My. Frick.
Anthony: You made a whole plate of tacos!
Ian: No, I even don't know how to make tacos. (share the taco) Dude, we gotta find out who's been making these delicious treats.
Anthony: Fine I'll just go set up a few more cameras, then.
Ian: Wait. I thought you said we couldn't afford more cameras. That's why I've been sleeping in your room the whole time. Right?
Anthony: (ingoring Ian) These are really good tacos.
ANTONY'S ROOM (08:03:10 PM)
Ian: Alright, no one crosses this Pikachiu. That's your side and this is mine.
Anthony: (wearing only pajamas pants) Alright. Whatever.
Night 2, January 12th, 2011
Anthony: C'mon Ian's mom. A little tounge action.
Ian: WAIT! WAIT! WHAT WHAT NO! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!
Anthony: What's your problem?!
Ian: You just tried to make out with me! For the second time!
Anthony: Sorry, I was having a...weird dream.
Ian: About what?
Anthony: NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS! Go back to sleep!
(Anthony goes back to sleep. Ian shoves the Pikachu pillow between them.)
(THE NEXT MORNING)
Ian: What the f***ing frick? What is that?
Anthony: Well, It looks like a calazone.
Ian: I don't even know what that is!
(wacthing the Video)
Anthony: So, here you are getting out of bed.
Ian: What the FRICK!
Anthony: Just wait. And then you leave the house and then come back two and half hours later.
Ian: Wha-I got groceries?! What the frick! And I went to, like, 3 stores.
Anthony: Annnnnnd, Here you are making the calazone.
Ian: But-I d-It doesn't-DAGH!
Ian: All this crap started when I bought this thing from that stupid old man.
Anthony: I thought you found it.
Ian: Okay, so, I might've made a blood oath with a Voodoo Priest but, you know what, it doesn't matter. (throw the oven to the trash can) Problem solved.
(Anthony is covering his bedroom floor with flour)
Ian: Dude this is the dumbest idea you've ever had. The ghosts are gone. We already threw the thing out.
Anthony: Well, we're gonna make sure their gone. Okay-If any evil ghost chef, or whatever passes through here, we're gonna be able to see it.
Ian: This is so stupid dude! The ghost could easily jump over that line of flour.
Anthony: (wearing only underwear) Whatever!
Ian: Don't cross these pillows!
Anthony: Okay, just go to sleep.
Night #3 January 13th, 2011
Ian: WHAT THE FRICK! WHAT THE FRICK IS THAT?!
Anthony: (wakes up) What?! What?!
Ian: That sound! It was like... (squishing sound)
Anthony: Dude, I didn't hear anything. Just go back to sleep. Just go to sleep.
(Ian is dragged out of bed)
Anthony: Oh my god! (seeing the flour line was seperated) Oh my god! IAN, IAN, WAKE UP!
Anthony: HOLY S***T!!!
Ian: What? (see his face covered with flour with a mirror) OH MY GOD!!!!! I LOOK LIKE MICHAEL FRICKIN' JACKSON.
Anthony: Oh, C'mon he wasn't that white.
Ian: No, I mean I look dead.
Anthony: What the hell! (sees the oven is back in proper place) Di-did you bring that back in here?
Anthony: Just tell the truth!
Ian: I'm being completely honest. I didn't bring it... (spot Allison's birthday cake)
Ian: What the frick is that?! That can't even fit in that little oven!
Anthony: What the h- Happy Bir- Who the hell is Allison?
Ian: I don't know!
Anthony: You know what- Here, that's it! (take out the oven)
MIDDLE OF THE STREET
Ian: Dude, Anthony! Where you going dude?
(Antony stops a random guy in blue truck)
Random Guy: (muffled) GET THE HELL OUTTA THE ROAD!
Anthony: Want an Easy Bake oven?!
Random Guy: F**K YEAH!
Antony: Take it. (throws the oven in the random guy's truck)
(The random guy drives away)
Ian: So, That's it.
Anthony: I wanna film one more night. Just to be sure.
Night #4 January 14th, 2011
(Ian sleepwalking )
Ian: (scared) AH FRICK! WHAT THE FRICK IS THAT?! ANTHONY! ANTHONY! ANTHONY!
(Anthony heads to the source and shouts)
(Ian comes back with a blood covered oven and cradles it )
(a loud knock from police officer and crack it the doors house)
Police Officer: Police Department! If anyone is here show yourself! (in Anthony's room) Joe, I got someone in here. Turn around, (Ian wake up) and put your hand on your head
'Police Officer: 'DO AS I SAY RIGHT NOW!
Ian: Anthony? (pulls out a crossant)
Police Officer: He's reaching for something! IT'S A GUN! (shoots Ian and realise that it was a crossant) Oh, nevermind. It's a crossant.(Eats it) WOW, he's a great cook
Easy Bake Freakout
(Fade in on the Easy Bake Oven, its light flashes as it speaks)
Easy Bake Oven: This is ridiculous, guys! I work my ass off on this set, and I can't even get a glass of water! This is B.S! I know I can't drink water 'cause I'm a frickin' oven, but I still demand it! RIGHT! NOW! SO YOU'D BETTER GIMME A WATER! YOU! OVER THERE! NO DON'T YOU JUST- DON'T JUST WALK AWAY! DON'T YOU JUST WALK AWAY! I AM A STAR HERE! I-I-Okay, guys, I'll give you one more chance before I'm calling my lawyer! And I'm gonna get him, and I'm gonna sue all your asses for bein' little Douche-Knockers to me! And I'm just gonna- I'm gonna put you in my oven and I'm gonna fry your ass, literally, and figuratively! Where's the director?! I need to speak with him RIGHT NOW-and-AND IF I DON'T SPEAK WITH HIM, I'M GONNA- I'M GONNA COOK SOME REALLY DISGUSTING COOKIES FOR 'EM! IT'S GONNA TASTE LIKE HITLER'S ASS! JEEZ, YOU GUYS ARE AMETURS! I'M SICK O' WORKIN' WITH THESE STUPID AMETURS! I AM A PROFESSIONAL THAT'S WHY I'M GETTING THE EIGHT DOLLARS NOW-!
(Anthony appears in the frame)
Anthony: JUST SHUT UP! I'M SICK OF YOUR CONSTANT BITCHING!
Easy Bake Oven: WHAT?!
Anthony: Alright, let's go have a little talk!
(Anthony picks up the Easy Bake Oven)
Easy Bake Oven: HEY! WAIT! WHAT'RE YOU DOING?!
(Anthony throws the oven in the trash)
Easy Bake Oven: YOU'RE GONNA BE SPEAKIN' TO MY LAWYER, YOU LITTLE PUNK
(Anthony shoots the Easy Bake Oven and walks away, thinking he's killed it)
Easy Bake Oven: I'M STILL ALIVE, YOU LITTLE PRI-!
(More shots are fired)