WEBVTT Kind: captions Language: en 00:00:00.160 --> 00:00:06.320 “Long Arm Stretch!” The words ricocheted through  the air. Suddenly, a gloved hand smashed through   00:00:06.320 --> 00:00:12.640 the bank’s brick wall, sending shards of stone  and dust flying through the air. The sound echoed   00:00:12.640 --> 00:00:18.840 in the narrow streets, momentarily drowning out  the city’s usual hum. It plunged deeper, breaking   00:00:18.840 --> 00:00:25.480 through another barrier, and then—bam—right  into the vault. The hand grabbed a bag of cash,   00:00:25.480 --> 00:00:29.960 heavy with promise, and pulled back,  vanishing into the wild chaos outside.  00:00:30.640 --> 00:00:36.040 The robber, cloaked in black, sprinted down  the street, chomping on gum. The city buzzed   00:00:36.040 --> 00:00:40.520 around him, sirens blaring as the police  jumped into action. He darted through a sea   00:00:40.520 --> 00:00:45.680 of people and honking cars, narrowly missed  a mom with a stroller and a guy on a bike.  00:00:45.680 --> 00:00:51.200 "Stop! Police!" came the shouts, but the robber  just kept going, his footsteps pounding in time   00:00:51.200 --> 00:00:57.720 with the sirens—an adrenaline-fueled race for  survival. Each step was a risky game of dodge,   00:00:57.720 --> 00:01:02.600 avoiding the law right on his tail.  People gasped, their eyes wide,   00:01:02.600 --> 00:01:08.160 caught between shock and fascination, like  they were watching a bad action movie.  00:01:08.160 --> 00:01:12.880 Then, in a moment of pure madness, the robber  spotted a vendor’s cart overflowing with cheap   00:01:12.880 --> 00:01:20.000 souvenirs and snacks. With a leap that felt almost  super heroic, he soared over the cart, feeling   00:01:20.000 --> 00:01:26.960 that brief thrill of flight. But just as he  landed, disaster struck. Something was wrong. He   00:01:26.960 --> 00:01:33.800 wanted to cough but found he couldn’t. There was  something caught in his throat - his chewing gum.  00:01:33.800 --> 00:01:38.920 Panic flooded through him as he dropped hard  to the ground. The air rushed out of his lungs,   00:01:38.920 --> 00:01:44.520 replaced by a crushing weight in his chest.  Everything around him faded into a blur of colors   00:01:44.520 --> 00:01:52.880 and sounds, and then… an eerie silence. Gasping,  he clawed at his throat, his eyes bulging.  00:01:52.880 --> 00:01:57.720 “Hey! You okay?” A voice cut through the  chaos, but the robber couldn’t respond.  00:01:57.720 --> 00:02:02.360 Nearby, three police officers broke through  the crowd. “Get back!” one yelled, shoving   00:02:02.360 --> 00:02:07.360 people aside. They rushed to the crumpled  figure on the pavement. “What’s wrong?”  00:02:07.360 --> 00:02:14.040 The robber lay still, panic freezing his limbs as  he turned blue, gasping for air. “Come on! Someone   00:02:14.040 --> 00:02:19.680 help!” The officer’s voice trembled with urgency,  mixing with the growing anxiety from the crowd.  00:02:19.680 --> 00:02:24.880 The officers knelt beside the fallen figure, his  hands flailing in desperation as he struggled to   00:02:24.880 --> 00:02:31.560 breathe. The once-bustling street now stood still. “Breathe!” one officer shouted, pounding the   00:02:31.560 --> 00:02:35.880 robber’s back, but still he silently  gasped and clutched at his throat.  00:02:35.880 --> 00:02:40.600 “Time for the Heimlich!” Another officer called  out, positioning himself behind the robber and   00:02:40.600 --> 00:02:45.720 beginning the hopefully life saving maneuver. With each thrust, the robber convulsed,   00:02:45.720 --> 00:02:52.120 desperately trying to find relief that wouldn't  come. His eyes glazed over, the light dimmed. All   00:02:52.120 --> 00:02:59.120 sounds faded away and then… his body went limp. “Someone call for backup!” shouted the first   00:02:59.120 --> 00:03:02.520 officer. Panic rippled through  the onlookers; their own faces   00:03:02.520 --> 00:03:07.120 drained of color, mouths held agape. “Stay with us!” another officer yelled,   00:03:07.120 --> 00:03:12.320 shaking the robber’s shoulder, willing him  to respond. But the thief lay motionless,   00:03:12.320 --> 00:03:19.240 the spark of life snuffed out, dreams of  escape buried under the weight of choices made.  00:03:19.240 --> 00:03:24.280 The officers stood, faces drawn. As  the crowd thinned, one officer knelt,   00:03:24.280 --> 00:03:29.920 head bowed, and searched the fallen robber  for ID, rifling through his pockets. One   00:03:29.920 --> 00:03:36.520 officer pulled out a crumpled pack of chewing  gum, its name glaring back: “Long Arm Stretch.”  00:03:36.520 --> 00:03:42.400 A strange silence fell over the scene. The  officers exchanged glances—a shared understanding   00:03:42.400 --> 00:03:48.880 that they had stumbled onto something bizarre. Meanwhile, across town, at 2:37 AM in Mid   00:03:48.880 --> 00:03:55.560 Glamorgan, Wales, things were quiet aside from the  faint buzz of city life. Inside a small apartment,   00:03:55.560 --> 00:03:59.880 a livestream flickered on a screen,  capturing a bizarre event that would   00:03:59.880 --> 00:04:06.080 soon catch the attention of the SCP Foundation. The camera zoomed in on a young man, later   00:04:06.080 --> 00:04:14.080 labeled SCP-5021-2. He stood in the center of the  room, alarmed as his right arm stretched upward,   00:04:14.080 --> 00:04:22.240 extending further and further into the air. It  was both captivating and unsettling. SCP-5021-2   00:04:22.240 --> 00:04:26.680 was visibly stressed, his voice rising  in a frantic pitch as he battled against   00:04:26.680 --> 00:04:31.600 the strange phenomenon gripping his limb. “What the hell is going on?!” he shouted,   00:04:31.600 --> 00:04:36.920 twisting like he was trying to wrestle control  back. His arm shot up like a rocket, defying   00:04:36.920 --> 00:04:42.720 all logic, seeming to have a mind of its own. The livestream chat exploded with comments—people   00:04:42.720 --> 00:04:49.280 were amazed, confused, and scared. But the  fun turned chaotic as Foundation agents,   00:04:49.280 --> 00:04:54.520 always on the lookout for weirdness online,  caught wind of the situation. They quickly   00:04:54.520 --> 00:04:59.680 mobilized, knowing they had to step in  before things spiraled out of control.  00:04:59.680 --> 00:05:05.280 Field Agent Jones and his team arrived at  the scene just blocks away from SCP-5021-2’s   00:05:05.280 --> 00:05:09.920 apartment. They could see the livestream on  their screens, tracking the bizarre event as   00:05:09.920 --> 00:05:16.480 it unfolded in real time. Agent Jones took a deep  breath, ready for action. He hoped it wasn’t too   00:05:16.480 --> 00:05:21.280 late as they entered the apartment building. The atmosphere was tense as they climbed the   00:05:21.280 --> 00:05:28.520 stairs. When they reached the door, which was  slightly open, they peeked inside. SCP-5021-2   00:05:28.520 --> 00:05:34.240 was in full panic mode, his arm reaching  for the ceiling, stretching impossibly far.  00:05:34.240 --> 00:05:40.600 “Hey! We’re here to help!” Agent Jones called  out, stepping forward. But SCP-5021-2’s arm,   00:05:40.600 --> 00:05:46.920 fueled by fear and adrenaline, shot out toward the  agent, blocking his way. The agent jumped back,   00:05:46.920 --> 00:05:53.720 instinctively dodging the wildly extending limb. “Don’t come any closer!” SCP-5021-2 yelled,   00:05:53.720 --> 00:05:58.360 his voice trembling. “I can’t control it!” “Stay calm! We’re going to get you out of this!”   00:05:58.360 --> 00:06:05.000 Agent Jones replied, assessing the situation. He  needed a plan and fast. As he scanned the room,   00:06:05.000 --> 00:06:08.920 he spotted a construction site across the  street, lights glowing in the darkness.  00:06:08.920 --> 00:06:13.440 “I’m going to get something!” he shouted, bolting  back outside. He dashed to the construction   00:06:13.440 --> 00:06:18.560 site and grabbed an angle grinder, the blade  glinting under the streetlights. Racing back,   00:06:18.560 --> 00:06:24.280 he could hear SCP-5021-2’s frantic  voice echoing down the empty hallway.  00:06:24.280 --> 00:06:29.760 Agent Jones burst through the door and, without  hesitating, approached the panicked young man.   00:06:29.760 --> 00:06:34.560 “This is going to hurt, but I promise it’s  for the best!” He switched on the grinder,   00:06:34.560 --> 00:06:39.280 its loud roar filling the tiny space. With precise movements, Agent Jones   00:06:39.280 --> 00:06:45.400 lined the tool up against the elongated arm. “Hold  still!” he shouted, focusing on the task. Sparks   00:06:45.400 --> 00:06:53.320 flew as the blade cut through flesh and bone,  and SCP-5021-2 screamed, but he couldn’t feel   00:06:53.320 --> 00:07:00.320 pain—just a wild rush that matched the chaos. As soon as the arm was severed, something crazy   00:07:00.320 --> 00:07:07.960 happened. SCP-5021-2’s shoulder slumped as he  gasped for air, but the severed limb shot upward,   00:07:07.960 --> 00:07:13.400 accelerating at unbelievable speeds. It burst  through the ceiling and into the night sky,   00:07:13.400 --> 00:07:17.840 breaking the sound barrier. Moments  later, a sonic boom rattled windows   00:07:17.840 --> 00:07:23.880 and sent birds flying in all directions. Agent Jones stood in awe, watching as the arm   00:07:23.880 --> 00:07:31.880 became a tiny dot against the stars, soaring  far beyond their view. SCP-5021-2 looked up,   00:07:31.880 --> 00:07:38.160 stunned. “Did that just happen?” he asked. “It’s over now,” Agent Jones assured him.   00:07:38.160 --> 00:07:46.000 “You’re safe.” SCP-5021-2 nodded, still trying to  wrap his mind around it all. The agent helped him   00:07:46.000 --> 00:07:54.560 to his feet, surprised to see a hint of gratitude  on SCP-5021-2’s face, his expression softening.  00:07:54.560 --> 00:07:59.440 “Thank you for… for saving me,”  he said, his voice steadier now.  00:08:00.120 --> 00:08:07.680 As the team prepared to relocate SCP-5021-2, they  noticed something strange. The severed arm began   00:08:07.680 --> 00:08:15.560 to heal, skin and muscle knitting together at an  alarming speed. It was mesmerizing yet disturbing,   00:08:15.560 --> 00:08:20.760 a testament to the bizarre powers of the anomaly. Meanwhile, Foundation personnel fanned out,   00:08:20.760 --> 00:08:24.760 interviewing witnesses in the buzzing  streets. Confusion hung in the air as   00:08:24.760 --> 00:08:29.760 they spoke to bystanders, carefully erasing  their memories to prevent any lasting panic.   00:08:29.760 --> 00:08:34.480 During this, they identified  the vendor linked to SCP-5021.  00:08:34.480 --> 00:08:39.640 “Did you see anyone recording this?” Agent  Jones asked one witness, who looked dazed.  00:08:39.640 --> 00:08:42.360 “I… I think there was someone  live-streaming it,” the witness   00:08:42.360 --> 00:08:47.920 stammered, still in shock. “It went viral!” After the Foundation scrubbed the incident from   00:08:47.920 --> 00:08:52.920 online platforms, they crafted a cover story  about an Alternate Reality Game that had gone   00:08:52.920 --> 00:08:58.760 wrong to explain the chaos. Yet, the person who  had captured the livestream remained a mystery,   00:08:58.760 --> 00:09:06.640 casting a shadow over the entire operation. As SCP-5021-2 recovered in a secure location,   00:09:06.640 --> 00:09:10.800 the researchers were buzzing with  curiosity. The events of the night   00:09:10.800 --> 00:09:16.320 had opened a Pandora’s box of questions. What  else could this weird gum do? And were there   00:09:16.320 --> 00:09:21.480 others out there, clueless about its powers? Meanwhile, the vendor insisted that the gum   00:09:21.480 --> 00:09:25.400 had arrived with a normal shipment and  he hadn’t thought anything of it. This   00:09:25.400 --> 00:09:31.200 revelation sparked an ongoing investigation to  uncover the origins of this bizarre product.  00:09:31.200 --> 00:09:38.040 In a nondescript warehouse, the Foundation  cataloged SCP-5021 and classified it as Safe.   00:09:38.040 --> 00:09:44.200 Each pack looked ordinary, just a simple box with  its name on it, containing eight sticks of gum.   00:09:44.200 --> 00:09:51.960 But the files revealed its mind-bending effects:  once chewed for thirty seconds, SCP-5021-1 allowed   00:09:51.960 --> 00:09:58.280 its user to extend their arm at incredible  speeds just by saying, “Long Arm Stretch.”   00:09:58.280 --> 00:10:03.480 They could break through walls and barriers,  but controlling where it went was another story.  00:10:03.480 --> 00:10:07.960 Users felt no pain during this wild  process, only a rush of speed that   00:10:07.960 --> 00:10:13.400 was exhilarating. But once activated, the  arm stretched until it hit something solid,   00:10:13.400 --> 00:10:17.840 leaving behind the ominous question of  what happened next—something that would   00:10:17.840 --> 00:10:23.600 always loom large in the Foundation’s research. Now, go watch another entry from the files of   00:10:23.600 --> 00:10:27.360 Dr. Bob. And don’t forget to subscribe  and turn on notifications so you won’t   00:10:27.360 --> 00:10:33.000 miss a single anomaly as we explore more of  the SCP Foundation’s classified archives.