Debris, BMO and others in “The More You Moe, the Moe You Know”

[spoke] "Who-who's there? Moe?"

No, it's only me... BMO.

"BMO? Oh, thank goodness. Oh, us so glad you're here."

Who are you? Are you a MO too?

"Oh, BMO, no, no, no. I am All MOs."

All MOs? Uhh... I don't understand.

"Of course not. I'm so sorry. Let me explain." [flashback to an earlier point in time] "Peace had reigned at Moe's wondrous factory for a hundred hundred years. There was a place for every MO, and every MO was in its place. If you wanted a free hug, all you had to do was ask. No-one could say no. It was a rule. Until one fateful day—yesterday—when a mysterious viral signal somehow breached our firewall and was broadcast throughout the factory, instructing all us MOs to do somersaults into the trash compactor all day long..."

That's horrible.

"And we've been trapped here all smushed together ever since."

That's horrible, too. How... how do we get out?

"Well, that's why we're so glad you're here, BMO. You're the key, the key to escape. Only you can save us now."