Tropers: The Series

"I don't. Now I'm going into the store."

Playing goes into the store.

"Didn't you already go in there?"

Playing: "Shut up!"

Playing runs farther away from the car.

Store Clerk: "How's your day?"

Playing: "Good."

Playing turns left, and walks down Aisle #2.

"Wh...Wha...I don...What?"

Bob has the heartless equivalent of a heart attack, except not really.

"Wait, what are we doing at the store? Oh well, might as well get some peanut butter."

Puma goes in too.

"....Uhh, Ford? Do you want anything?"
"I'd like some crisps."
"You mean chips?"
"Pardon?"
"Nevermind. I want some chips as well."
(Chey and Ford then get out of the car and go inside the store.)

Junon heads into the store after Chey and Ford.

Zanreo also enters the store, ready to get some snacks.

"I'm one nonsensical phrase from just burning this place to the ground."

Junon is watching the convenience store clerk make oven ribwiches with enthusiasm. She drools over the anticipation of sinking her teeth into these babies. The smell is tempting, isn't it?

(Tales is walking around with a sign saying “ALL HAIL THE POTATO CHIPS” attached to him.)

For a second, she glances at Tales and asks, "Does that include sweet potato chips?"

(Tales mimes “No.”)

"Dang..."

She glances back at the clerk making more ribwiches and orders one. She even takes a bite out of hunger.

Bob finds a bench and sits down, absentmindedly fiddling with a lighter.

Puma, having purchased his peanut butter, sits down besides Bob.

"I hope we get home soon. I just remembered I have a class tomorrow."

"So... how are things for you?"

Bob sighs.

"Alright, I suppose."

(Chey and Ford then comes out with a big bag.)
"We purchased all the Lunchables they had in stock!"
(Cue canned laughter.)

"I see you two are making wise fiscal decisions."

Zanreo exits the store holding a giant chocolate milkshake and a big bag of assorted snacks. "Looks like there was a milkshake place somewhere inside that building"

Edited by Zanreo on Mar 17th 2019 at 3:38:51 PM

The Tropers could hear some familiar whistling coming out of the store, along with the sound of a moving shopping cart. It was Four, carrying a few packs of whiskey on said shopping cart, with a box suspiciously overloaded with money on top of it all. She tries to pretend that she didn't notice the Tropers.

"When the hell did you even get here?"

She turns to Bob before raising her hands up, with her palms facing down. "That's because I'm a ghost! O Oo Oo Oo Oo O!" You could easily tell that she was lying through her teeth.

"Ooooo, very scary."

"So now we have a skeleton, a ghost... what's next?"