(laughing)

(slime gurgling) (thunder rumbling)

(monster grumbling)

(monster growling)

(Orange laughing)

(snoring) (moaning)

- Did someone say creepypasta?

(everyone screams)

- What? Dude, no one said anything.

We were all asleep!

- Oh, well could someone mention creepypasta?

Like, as a little favor to me?

Let me just go get hidden again, thank you.

Okay I'm ready, go for it.

- (groans) Creepypasta.

- Did someone say creepypasta?

- Uh yeah, you asked us to.

- Well, I just so happen to have

a brand new creepypasta to share with you.

It's called "Swimming Pool Shark".

And don't worry, I promise it doesn't bite. (laughs)

- Excited to hear it, sounds jaw-some! (laughs)

- Thanks for that Orange, really wrecked the mood.

(clears throat) Once upon a time,

there was a young orange who loved to swim,

- Like me?

- No, less annoying than you.

- Like me?

- Sure, why not?

Anyway, this young orange was excited to learn

that a new swimming pool had just opened near her home.

Although the name of the swimming pool,

Sharksmouth Public Pool concerned her.

She knew it was a foolish notion

but she couldn't help but wonder

there was a shark living beneath the surface of the pool.

Her parents, her friends, the lifeguard,

everyone assured her that there was no shark in the pool.

Finally, she came to her senses, she was being silly.

So she got into the pool,

which proved to be somewhat difficult

because the edge of the pool was so sharp and jagged.

But soon she was having a grand time

playing in the water with her friends.

Until suddenly she spotted a fin

popping up out of the water across the pool.

But when she looked again,

she saw it was just a backlit Dorito

relaxing on a pool floaty.

Relieved, that's when she noticed blood in the water.

She screamed, but it turned out not to be blood at all.

Her friend Ketchup Bottle had just peed in the pool again.

So it wasn't quite as bad as the orange had feared.

Still, everyone was asked to get out

so the lifeguard could clean the pool.

One by one, everyone began climbing up out of the pool.

And as the orange watched her friend Muffin

emerge from the water, she finally saw it.

Evidence that there was a murderous pool shark on the loose.

Her friend Muffin had no legs! (laughs)

The pool shark must have bitten them off.

The orange's friends promptly reminded her

that muffin never had any legs.

None of them did, in fact.

The orange realized she was being ridiculous

and swam toward the sharp jagged edge of the pool

in order to climb out.

But then suddenly, the edge of the pool

moved. (orange screams)

Then it moved it again.

A giant whirlpool formed at the center of the pool.

The unfortunate swimmers who were still in the water

began getting sucked down, down into the abyss below.

As the orange was carried around and around by the current,

she looked up and saw what looked like

gigantic teeth above her.

Moments before she was sucked underneath,

she realized why the pool was named the way it was.

There wasn't a shark living in the pool,

a gigantic shark was the pool. (laughs)

They'd all been swimming inside

a shark's open mouth this entire time.

And now the shark was closing its jaws around them.

And with that, pool became enveloped in darkness

and one final sound echoed far and wide, gulp.

- Oh, that was a good one!

It really had some teeth! (laughs)

(everyone groans)

- Hey! Where's Sis?

- Oh, she had to go receive fax machine message. (laughs)

- A fax? Nobody's sent one of those in like, 20 years.

- Well you know how long it can take

a fax to come through sometimes.

I mean it's like, (mimics fax machine sound)

then the paper gets jammed, you know?

- That's true!

- Well, I gotta go.

Just remember, if you want to ever hear

another one of my creepypastas,

all you must do in order to summon me

is say the magic word, creepypasta.

- Clever! (laughs)

- It is clever! Goodbye.

- So let me get this straight, Creepy Pasta.

Every time someone says the word creepypasta,

you have to appear and tell a creepypasta?

- Yes, that is correct. (laughs)

- Good to know, Creepy Pasta.

I'll be sure to say creepypasta the next time

I wanna hear a creepypasta. (laughs)

- Okay, but please stop saying it.

- Stop saying what, Creepy Pasta? (laughs)

- I'm already here.

- Creepypasta!

- I want to go home.

(spooky music)