Tropers: The Series

Knife sighs. "Why. Why, After. Why."

“Wait, so everyone in town got in? Guess it’ll be a big contest.”

[Gameboy looks at Bee and the Frankenstein girl with an annoyed expression.] (Could you two calm down?)

"What else could it mean? Cmon." I shrug to Knife.

"NEVER! NEEEVEEER!"

"Ignore her, she's just Shelley. She's the worst."

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"You know what, After, I'm not gonna dwell on it. Hey, Bee, are you okay?" She points at the Frankenstein girl. "What's up with her?"

"She's just a girl who tries to pick fights with me all the time. She doesn't even know my name. I only know her name because someone else told me."

[Gameboy rolls his eyes; the halo above his head momentarily shifts into a tornado-like shape, indicating annoyance.] (Whatever. Where is this Mint-chocolate-chip fellow anyway?)
[Martin mimes pointing at a watch.] "Thure ith taking a long time for him to thow up."

“How many people are there?”

The camera scrolls past millions of people, ending with a blind rat in a lab coat sitting in a bumper car.

“I don’t think we’ll have to worry about turning into blueberries. There are 5,000 other people who will do it for us.”

"Heya, guys. What did we missed?"

"Oh hey! Did you get your chiffon ticket? Everyone in town got one."
[Martin nervously hands Geek one.] "I have a thpare! My older brother didn't wanna come, tho he gave me hith ticket and told me to give it to thomeone."

Bowie faces Katrina. "Somehow, everyone in this city has a chiffon ticket to get into the Malako Place factory.
"Maybe they're doing some sorta communal ownership thing? I don't know."

"Oh, what's this?"

"It seems like a contest." (Tory already has their ticket)

"Who'd want to own an ice cream factory, anyway? It sounds just like being mayor but more fun."

Tropes is talking to someone he's never met before as he is totally lost in the crowd.

"Yeah, a contest! Martin Mint-chocolate-chip stepped down as head of Malako Place—you know, the ice cream brand that's been all the rage since the 00's?—and now he's holding a contest to find the new leader. Only problem is... everyone got a ticket. Don't know if that was intentional, or whatever..."
(Cutbug, calm down. It's Martin Mint-chocolate-chip. He must have some trick up his sleeve if every ice cream in the city had a ticket in it.)

Both: "We have never heard of that brand before this."

Both: How?

"Well, I'm not from here. I'm from Robloxia. So is Katrina, really."

From right in front of the gates to the factory, a balding man with large spectacles and jowls steps in front of the factory with a megaphone.

After testing out the trigger a few times, he raises it to his mouth.

Uhhhh hi. This is Dale Blomquist. I'm the CFO of Malako Place. Uhh... it seems as if there's been a printing issue of some kind... we didn't mean for quite so many to get out. So, er, we're trying to figure out a second method here.

"So that was accidental. Then again, what's the point anyways? It's just ice cream."

Knife yells back. "HOW THE FUCK DO YOU ACCIDENTALLY PRINT ENOUGH TICKETS FOR AN ENTIRE CITY OF PEOPLE TO HAVE ONE?"

(Wait, so it wasn't intentional?) [A curly cue appears over Gameboy's halo, making it look like a question mark is hovering over his head. He's clearly confused.]
[Cutbug, meanwhile, laughs a little.] "A little lapse in judgment, eh? How unlike him!"

"Hey, I recognise that voice!"

Tropes follows Knife's voice.

"There you are!" Tropes says to yet another person he has never met before.

"Hey! Sir, we're here!"

(Robin and Maurice had showed up, so did their big brother Barry, who was now a music professor at Tenthingsihateabout University.)
"I had to end a class early for this..."
"Eh, don't feel too bad."
"It's quite nice to see you again though!"
(Cut to the Prefects.)
"Smegging heck, how long must we wait?"
"I dunno."
(Chey had Delilah in a baby sling. She was starting to make a fuss.)
"Shhhh, it's alright. I know how you feel, sweetie."