Episode Details

After the ancient alien mystic chak Chel merges with supacree, she leads her on a wild adventure though space and time as the worlds newest superhero, helping supacree to master her powers and abilities, and helping her to escape the clutches of the evil and largely unknown evils of the multiverse—

Meeting worlds and Banding together witb characters from infinite multidimensional worlds and realms…

THE LEGEND OF SUPACREE

LEGENDS

GERALD'S WORLD

OWSLA CONFIDENTIAL: THE INFINITE SKRILLIFILES

ENTER THE MULTIVERSE

DEATHWISH

ASCENSION

THE SECRET LIFE OF SUNNÏ BLŪ

SCARY MONSTERS & SUPACREE

THE INSOMNIAC

&MORE FROM

[The Festival Project.™]

SEASON 6

ACT III

Part I

MONTAGE:

Clique, Cruel Summer Kanye West, JAY-Z & Big Sean

EXT. DOWNTOWN LOS ANGELES. BROAD ASS DAYLIGHT

SUPACREE has unlocked 100% Of her ABILITIES

GOD MODE UNLOCKED

SUPACREE EXITS EQUINOX FITNESS CLUB AT LIGHTSPEED, Hitting the pavement with swift force, splitting into three dimensional selves; SUNNI BLŪ to her left and A MYSTERIOUS, unknown ALTER EGO to her right, she shifts quickly to the beat of the music, morphing into and out of parallels of the outer world, opening and closing portals, and encapsulating anything and everything within her force field—which happens to be the whole of GREATER LOS ANGELES.

Damn.

If I put my heart inside a box;

Maybe I'd forget how cold it was

Or how far you are

Or how much it hurts

There's no harm in God,

If there ever was one

Then, reality sets in:

God was my only friend

No armor on,

I'm at the end

Of a long, long walk

I'm off again

And on again

Nothing's impossible—

stop at the alter and scoff a bit

I left my coat on,

I left my heart on the rooftop,

A sacrifice, love

At the alter,

I wonder a song,

Or a sonnet

A song,

No, what's wrong?

Something's off a bit

God, I woke up in a coffin once

Isn't that awful?

The rest or the song wrote itself,

At the alter

No, I can't stop and talk

Got to get off,

Cause I've never been on

I've never belonged in the world

What have we done?

This is bad, brother.

That's a construct.

Everything's a construct!

Get ahold of yourself.

Get ahold of—you know what?

I do know.

You think you're fuckin' clever.

I am clever.

You're a sick man.

That's my business.

Yeah, well—you made it my business.

I am you.

What a concept.

*construct.

God, help you!

[sideways evil smirk]

Hehe.

SPAM! ON TACOS!

BUTTERS

Oh—Jesus!

WHO PUTS SPAM ON TACOS?!

A smart man.

C'mon, Butters. We gotta get lost in the sauce before we try this out.

I'MMA TRY IT OUT.

OK.

GOD, OH, GOD, PLEASE—

MERCIFUL GOD IN HEAVEN—

(WhT.)

JUST— DON'T LET IT BE SKRILL

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

Fuxk.

What.

She took the train.

Which fucking train.

I don't know. The train.

THE A TRAIN, or the B TRAIN?!

HEY.

W