POST-CREDITS SCENE - Tilly's POV

POST-CREDIT SCENE - Chey's POV

(It was nearly midnight in the apartment. Chey was looking at houses on Villow on the family computer.)
"god, house hunting sucks."
(Ford comes in.)
"I've put Delilah back to sleep."
"That's good..."
"Chey, are you really serious about moving us out?"
"...To an extent, yes. I don't wanna go through all the trouble but what happened today was too far. They didn't even listen to me when I called them out. So let's see how this bunch will get along without the Prefects!"
"You know what? How about I try and talk to them myself?"
(Chey went quiet.)
"It'd be worth a shot but they probably won't listen to you too."
"I'll try in the morning. Let's go to bed."
"But I must-"
(Ford shuts the computer monitor off.)
"Come on..."
(Ford takes Chey by the hand and takes her to the bedroom. Just before they enter through the door, Chey looks into her husband's eyes.)
"Fordie?"
"Yes?"
"I don't think I'd have enough heart to move out of Tropesburg."
"I knew it."
"What do you say to moving into the clones' old apartment?"
"I'd give that some thought if I were you."
"Alright..."
(Chey gives Ford a kiss. Ford responds by giving her a long, passionate kiss back. They then start making out with each other. They stop for a moment to go into their room. Ford then shuts the door.

And that was that.)

Post credits scene 3

The scene cut to a large, dark building filled with large pipes. one one wall, there are a large number of glass cylinders filled with a transparent light blue liquid, arranged like shelves, with pipes connecting to the bottom of each. In each of these tanks is a Bee criminal, in orange wetsuits with various accent colors. One of these is a bee with black accents and a glare on his face. A name badge on his chest reads "KB21". the camera zooms in to his face before fading out.

Commercial

"If you love Tropers The Series, then you'll love our new show," says an announcer. "Autotrophers: The Series! Here's a sneak preview!"

It cuts to a park in Tropesburg. There is a tree with Knife's goggles, a petri dish on a table filled with algae with an orange ribbon around it, an alien tree-coral-thing in a fish tank with Cutbug's color scheme, and various other autotrophs themed after tropers. The camera cuts between them, with a laugh track laughing at nothing in particular.

"Autotrophers: The Series! Coming April 1st, 2021!"

Edited by AyyBee121 on Feb 23rd 2021 at 10:17:57 AM

Season 8, Episode 4: The Shaggy Dreadnoughtithicus

The Tropers’ apartment, at the dead of night. The camera tracks through the apartment to see the variety of tropers are sleeping. Junior, for one, is napping on a couch, comically blowing a feather up and down.

In the apartment, Knife's room is left ajar, showing what is a surprisingly organized mess of piles, boxes, metal, and papers. At the desk is Knife, having fallen asleep in the middle of some project, propping themselves up with one arm.

Custard's screen is off, their power LED only giving slow blinks.

(Chey and Ford were holding each other close as they sleep in their bed while a couple big fans are pointed at them and ocean sounds were playing at full blast. Meanwhile, Delilah sleeps in her crib as a mobile of planets twirl above her.)

Edited by EeveeGirlChey on Feb 24th 2021 at 10:38:20 AM

Playing is sleeping half-way off the bed, with his eyes half-closed.

"Look, Mother, I never thought pineapples were a system of trade in the UK. Please. My homework's on fire, and my scripts are in my"

The Geeky trio are asleep as well. Anyone with a keen eye might notice that the room they're sleeping at looks a little messier than usual. ..a teeny bit.

Junon is busy catching some z's with Medusa and Marcia. Uncle is off exorcising a demon elsewhere today.

Edited by josh6243 on Feb 24th 2021 at 9:01:27 AM

I am splayed out over my bed, limbs spread in all directions. Pillows and stray clothes lie all over the place. The blanket covers roughly one half of my leg, the rest of it spread aside uselessly. I am audibly snoring, a bit of drool dripping from my mouth. In one hand, I hold a remote controller, as on the tv next to me, bathing the room in blue LED light, my character is running into a wall.

The tracking shot ends on the front door of the Tropers’ apartment... the doorknob slowly turns, and the door quietly creaks open.

Ladro Sporco, infamous Italian thief, slinks into the apartment quietly. Without a sound of even silence, his thin shadowed frame leads the tracking shot back through the apartment, as he wordlessly swipes many of the Tropers’ possessions... their fine china, their silverware, their televisions, and much else. His final take; Delilah’s mobile. He snickers to himself in a whisper, as he steps away with his haul, which he quietly carries on his back.

As he steps back toward the door, just as he is about to make away with the haul... he steps on a light bulb.

Fanculo!, he cussed at high volume.

Knife is woken up by the cursing of the Italian thief. As they rub their eyes open, they yell outside, "Hey! What the fuck did we say about watching Italian soap operas in the middle of the night? We literally had a whole discussion about this!"

Morph Moth is the second one to wake up. She's quite irritated at the dirty fleshbag stealing from them. In her eyes, all humans do is take and take. She will teach this scumbag a lesson or two.

Now with bags under her eyes, Marcia approaches the thief and asks, "W-what, um, do you think you're d-doing?"

My eyes snap open and I jolt upwards.

"Oh no," I say aloud, my eyes bloodshot. "I'm about to lose to the Italian spaghetti monster boss..."

I turn back to where my video game was, staring intently at the wall as my thumbs make the motions on the controller of their own accord.

Edited by Afterwards on Feb 24th 2021 at 9:25:10 AM

Ladro seems pissed, and aims his aggravation at Morph Moth. Ay! Falena! What’s with the mess around here? Leaving lampadine on the floor... che porcile!

Knife makes their way out of their room, still a bit groggy. Seeing the Italian thief, they sigh. "What the hell guys. See, this is what happens when you watch Italian soap operas at this hour. You go cuckoo!"

A beat. Then, Knife unfolds their wings to assert dominance over the thief whilst screaming like crazy.

The ruckus averts my attention from the wall, leading me to promptly realize that i've been staring at a wall.

"Wait a second..... Who took my TV?"

Custard's screen snaps on, revealing a very disgruntled facial expression.

"Oh for FUCK'S SAKE, LEMME GET SOME DAMN SLEEP HERE!"

Offended by the thief's remarks, Marcia attempts to defend the mess and explains, "I'm a moth. We are meant to m-make messes!"

(Chey kicks her bedroom door open. She was wielding her gunstick. Ford simply walks out.)
"Who DARES trespass the apartment?!"
(Delilah was crying from the nursery.)
"Aw, smeg!"
(Chey gives the gunstick to Ford and rushes into the nursery.)
"It's okay, sweetie, Mommy's here! Hey, what happened to your mobile?"
(Chey comes out holding Delilah.)
"Hey, someone snatched my baby's mobile!"

Ladro looks around.

I believe it is time to make my exit.

He quickly runs out the apartment’s front door, sprinting down the apartment’s staircase.

"Wait, Delilah's mobile?! Dammit! I spent a whole week making that thing." Knife retracts their wings and begins pacing the house. "Okay. It looks like the thief stole...everything. Literally everything."

"WAIT A MOMENT, COME BACK HERE, YOU CHUCKLESMEG! Somebody call the cops!"
(Chey gives Delilah back to Ford, takes her gunstick from him, and starts going after him.)
"Chey, wait!"
"I CAN'T WAIT, WE'VE BEEN ROBBED! Oh, God, what if he could've kidnapped the baby?!"
"Don't panic! We'll get him and our stuff."

Edited by EeveeGirlChey on Feb 24th 2021 at 12:03:38 PM

Custard rolls out of her room, clearly frazzled as she dials the Tropesberg police's number via her modem.