"Yeah, we dealt with some murderous ghosts earlier. Now they are in our roommate's synthesizer. So that's how Junon got stabbed."

"Anyways, we should go home now. I heard someone say that he will be discharged pretty soon."

Edited by MadameButterflyKnife on Jul 15th 2020 at 7:40:42 AM

"Alright. Goodbye, Mr. and Mrs. E!"

"Goodbye!"

"Stop by any time! Even if there's no crime!"

Once they've said their goodbyes, the tropers get back on the Chey Bus.

"Well, that was fun," says Puma. "We should probably get Tropes to look into firing that police chief, though."

Tropes has fallen upside-down into a tuba.

"Did you say there's a fire? Damn it, I should have extinguished that torch before I brought it into the building. Fire safety is no joke!"

"Oh no, that's just Aurora Borealis."

"Well, that was fun. Anyone got a screwdriver? My monitor's still open."

"Oh. crisis averted."

"Sorry, I don't have a screwdriver, Custard. We do have other episodes coming up, but 'The Tropers Visit a Hardware Store' would make a great spinoff."

Edited by DrNoPuma on Jul 15th 2020 at 9:14:00 AM

“Ace is the place with the helpful hardware tropes!”

"Ers."

(Chey and Ford put handcuffs on both Robin and Maurice.)
"You're under arrest for being smegheads. You will both be sentenced to no dessert for a week."
(Robin blows a raspberry.)
"Two weeks."
(Maurice blows a raspberry.)
"We'll add doing chores and running errands for us until further notice to your sentence."
(The twins both groan.)
"That was one smegging crazy evening. At least we all made it out alive and well!"

(Tales makes it out of the mansion.... and somehow has his head lodged in a tuba.)

“It’s complicated.”

Episode 10: Much Ado About Suds-ing

I enter the laundry room carrying a basket full of dirty laundry. Instead of my usual outfit I am wearing a plain white T-shirt and black shorts.

"Hey, where is everyone?" I turn to the camera. "This isn't supposed to be a one-man show, you know!"

The Canned Laughter Machine laughs.

"COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT!" says Puma, running in. "You can't just reuse earlier jokes!"

And now, every time Puma has reused earlier jokes.

Cue a montage of every moment where Puma jokes about Steamed Hams, chaos chaos, The Windmills of Your Mind, and other such things.

Edited by DrNoPuma on Jul 16th 2020 at 7:20:57 AM

Taco enters carrying his basket of clothes. He is wearing an old electrician Halloween costume as this was his last set of clean clothes.

“The machines better be quick today- I gotta catch the Miss Novella Parade later...”

Knife walks in with a crate of her laundry from the past week. It mostly consists of many, many destroyed but otherwise identical dark trenchcoats, but some other normal clothes are in there as well. She is wearing googles, gloves, a black tank top, and oily sweatpants.

"Hey, Taco, if you let me fuck around with the machines a bit, I can make them do your laundry instantly."

Bob enters with a basket full of nearly identical suits. Some are singed, some are torn, and all of them have very visible bloodstains.

"I....got a little behind on my work."

“Let me see your trade school degree, and then I’ll let you fuck with the laundry machines.”

"I have a Master's degree in engineering. Is that close enough?"

"Now, Knife. The charm of these machines is that they are slow as fuck. It just wouldn't be Sunflora Apartments if they worked quickly."

"Also Sonny would fucking kill you messing with his stuff I think. You know, like how you killed me."

I start unloading my laundry into the washing machine.

Tropes enters with a large sack which he's holding shut.

"What are you guys doing?"

"Doing our laundry. And for the record, After, I manslaugthered you. There is indeed a legal difference." She begins unloading her laundry into a different machine.

"Laundry," I say to Tropes. "You? Hiding a body?"

I roll my eyes at Knife. "Whatever. As far as my lawyer, Playing, is concerned, you murdered me."

Edited by Afterwards on Jul 16th 2020 at 4:40:24 AM

“Laundry. Isn’t that what’s in your bag?”

[An odd entity appears from the staircase and rushes across the laundry room to a washing machine. It... looks like some sort of... quadrupedal lava lamp-fish-horse-alien-thing◊? It quickly shoves the umbrella it's carrying into the washing machine and turns it on.]

“HEY! Wait your turn! Ah forget it...”

Taco uses one of the last remaining washing machines and puts his clothes in there.