Tropers: The Series

Knife finally glances at what's going on in the TV. Connecting the dots, she scrambles for the ticket in her pocket. As she unfolds it, she mutters, "Holy shit."

“Oh wait Nevermind, that ones another Chuck E. Cheese ticket. Damn, is that triple subverted? Tri-version?”

(Chey finishes bottle-feeding the baby.)
"Can someone hold the baby for me for a bit? I got a pint of Massive as Hell Chocolate Overkill to finish off."
"I'll hold her."
(Ford goes and collects Delilah while Chey opens her bag, pulls out a open pint of ice cream and a spoon, and starts scarfing the ice cream down. After she finished, she finds another chiffon ticket.)
"Smegging heck, where are these tickets coming from?"

“I tell you, tickets are like cockroaches. They always infest your house and are a pain to dispose of.”

“Uh, guys, Baryl is—“

Baryl suddenly passes out on the couch.

“Oh my god. Oh my god.”

Elena reads the ticket and frowns "Hey, this isn't an abnormally small contract! How is this good for business?"

Knife glances at Baryl. "Is he okay?" She does what any rational person would do, and kicks him while he's unconscious. "Talk to us!"

Edited by MadameButterflyKnife on Sep 11th 2020 at 8:31:42 AM

[Cutbug looks at the ticket Gameboy is holding dumbfoundedly.] "Damn, who picked the sixteen-leaf clover?"
[Gameboy looks up at Cutbug, confused.] (Sixteen?)
"A four-leaf clover is lucky, right? Four times four is sixteen, so a sixteen-leaf clover would be four times as lucky!"
(I have no idea where you get this from. Admittedly, it is solid logic, but still, please calm down.)

Edited by KungFuCutBug on Sep 11th 2020 at 8:34:20 AM

“You gotta speak his language! Give me a moment.”

(Tales sputters a bunch of gibbering nonsense, mentioning such things as Hara-Kiri Rock and needing scissors.)

"Hey guys, I got something weird in mine....."

I reach into the bottom of my ice cream tin and pull out a ticket... Then I pull out another, still attached to the first ticket, and then another and another, until I'm just pulling out an endless stream of tickets from the tin.

"Huh, weird."

Baryl doesn’t move.

“He choked.”

{beat}

“GIVE ME THE TICKET!” Arimo screams, reaching his arm into his mouth.

The shot of Arimo reaching into Baryl’s gullet is match cut with the Status Quo, lazily sitting at the gas station, with his hand in an empty pint of ice cream. He observes the chiffon ticket he pulled out.

A montage of a variety of NPC’s ensues. Showing that all of them retrieve the chiffon ticket. Cameos include all four Gibb brothers separately, Jill Newslady, Tsunku, a more fraught looking Steve Segue, Martin the Catboy, Gangrenous F, Sonny, Susie, both Coleberry and Lonagan (who eats his ticket), Octave Cosplayer, the Pacific Northwest Benedettos, and the Canned Laughter Machine. A chiffon ticket blows through the wind and a pigeon snatches it up.

An angler fish finishes his tub of ice cream and excitedly looks within the tub. His face turns to a frown and he looks to the camera. “I wouldn’t know how to run it anyway...”

———

The scene cuts to a massive crowd outside the gates of the Malako Place Factory; the population of Tropesburg.

Edited by TacoBadger on Sep 11th 2020 at 7:53:48 AM

[Gameboy is riding Cutbug like a horse, holding their tickets. Fitting, since Cutbug's basic anatomy is that of a pony. Martin, meanwhile, is nervously pawing at his ticket.]

Knife and Bowie are standing within the crowd, both holding tickets, trying to get a good view of the factory.
"Everyone in town got a ticket, didn't they."
"I mean, it looks like it? Not sure if that was how it was supposed to work."

Edited by MadameButterflyKnife on Sep 11th 2020 at 8:59:13 AM

"How many tickets are there? I was just eating some cinnamon font ice cream and then..." He holds up his ticket. "...This happened."

“Geez, how many heirs can one guy have?”

Custard attempts to squeeze through the crowd.

"Alllllmost... oh hey Adam and Terry... theeeeeeeerreeeee...."

I shamble throught the crowd, stopping to take a good look at Mavin from afar.

"Hmmm.... I wonder how I can become a catboy....."

“I don’t think they have Catboy Ice Cream. Not yet, anyway: give them a few more years.”

[Cutbug takes a look around.] "Whoa. That's a lot of people."
(It appears so.)
"Do you think he'll let everyone in? I don't even think the factory can fit that many people in it at onthe..."
"Who knows? It's Martin Mint-chocolate-chip, he'll find a way."
(Say, isn't your name Martin as well? What would happen if you gained control of the factory?)
"I'd probably be legally forthed to thange my latht name to Mint-thocolate-thip ath well, hehe..."

"If I become heir, I'll mass produce a cat boy ice cream."

"You know, I never thought I'd be involved in a Charlie and the Chocolate Parody episode. I hope I'm not the one ho turns into a blueberry. Or goes down a garbage chute. Or receives any of the other naughty children's treatments, really."

Meanwhile, a very 70s looking man in a brown coat looks at his golden ticket. "After I couldn't get that bloody computer to find a ticket, I thought it was all over. Good thing I found this."

"After- that's your name, right- what the hell is Catboy Ice Cream."

In the background, Knife is desperately trying to charade "DO NOT TELL HER" to After.

"Oh, hey Knife 2. It's ice cream that turns you into a catboy, obviously."

A frankenstein-looking girl waves at Bee. "Hey, I hope those squirrels or geese or whatever they have in there really do throw you in the garbage, NERD!"

"Oh yeah? Well I hope that you drown in the chocolate river! NERD!"

Edited by AyyBee121 on Sep 11th 2020 at 6:12:44 AM