Other Character Email Trogador/mind control

From Homestar Runner Fanstuff Wiki

Jump to: navigation, search

The New Trogador Adventures

Episode 024: Mind Control
Trogador assists a new dictator in his rise to power. Meanwhile, Clyde returns to a household at war and makes a shocking discovery.

Transcript

{cut to black screen that says "IN A.D 30X8". The screen then changes it's text it to "A DRAGON OFFENDED MILLIONS. THAT DRAGON IS..." The words disappear, and TROGADOR in orange letters appears. Below are the options "START GAME", "SECRET CODE WORD", and "OPTIONAL OPTIONS". The first set of words light up, and we get taken to this screen....}
{cut to The Living Room. Trogador is sitting on the couch, holding a bowl of popcorn. He is watching the TV.}

VOICE FROM TV: {from TV} ...and then the male severs a limb and gives it to the female, and our mating process has begun.

{A ding noise is heard.}

TROGADOR: Ooh, email! Nothing's better than popcorn and an email!

{Trogador takes out the TrogPilot.}

TROGADOR: Name, I have never built anything.

{Trogador pauses. A few seconds later, he takes a handful of popcorn and eats it.}

TROGADOR: Ever.

{Trogador waits a few seconds and yawns. He then puts the TrogPilot away. Harold walks up to him.}

HAROLD: You've never built anything? Ever?

TROGADOR: Yep.

HAROLD: But didn't you used to be evil? Evil guys have to build things!

TROGADOR: Psh, that's what I used my lackeys for. I just slept and ate a lot and made them do the dominating.

HAROLD: So you didn't take shop classes when you were a kid?

TROGADOR: When I was a kid, shop class meant hitting tools against blocks of wood and trying not to sever any limbs.

HAROLD: Well, you've been missing out. C'mon, there's a workshop a few caverns down, we'll build something together.

TROGADOR: I'm in the middle of a program.

HAROLD: Oh yeah? What's it about?

TROGADOR: ...glass. George Glass.

HAROLD: And who's he?

{Trogador makes a humming noise for a few seconds, thinking. He then jumps up and throws the popcorn at Harold. He then runs away. Cut to The Workshop, which is just a long wooden table. The left end is not seen. Harold and Trogador walk in, the latter with a black eye.}

TROGADOR: ...all I'm saying is that you didn't have to hit so hard!

HAROLD: An eye for an eye!

TROGADOR: I threw a bowl of popcorn at you!

HAROLD: Stop whining already, we're making something!

{Trogador starts mumbling. Harold pulls out a blue book and flips through it. He then lays it on the table.}

HAROLD: Aha! This would be the perfect project for a beginner.

TROGADOR: What? Footstool? Cabinet? A small dog-shaped bank?

HAROLD: No, no, a mind control helmet!

TROGADOR: Mind control helmet? Wouldn't that be hard to make?

HAROLD: Not if you have the right supplies!

{The camera pans over to show a chainsaw, a pack of bubblegum, and some rope.}

TROGADOR: I don't think those are the right supplies.

HAROLD: Nonsense! Any crafter with talent can make three out of that stuff! I'll leave you to your work, now.

{Harold walks away. Trogador walks up to the supplies. He puts everything in his pocket.}

TROGADOR: That's some high quality rope.

{Harold walks in.}

HAROLD: Hey, where'd the supplies go?

TROGADOR: You know, I was about to apply the, uh, coat of finish when I accidentally turned them all invisible.

HAROLD: Well, you're on your own now, mister!

TROGADOR: Don't worry, I have a plan!

{Harold walks out. Trogador takes out a phone and dials a number.}

TROGADOR: Hi, is this Vinnie's Mind Control Helmets? Yes? Okay, I'd like to place an order for one to deliver today. No, I'm not a platinum member. No, I would not like a membership today. Yes, I will pay for shipping. Deliver it to Mount Stinko. Thanks.

{Trogador puts the phone away. A few seconds later, a purple Astromund helmet falls onto the table. Harold walks in.}

HAROLD: Alright, are you-woah, awesome mind control helmet! How'd you make that?

TROGADOR: I'm a natural at this!

HAROLD: Seems so! Thanks for the helmet, Trogador! I'm definitely not gonna use it any harmful way, shape or form!

{Harold walsk up to the helmet and puts it on. He walks out. Cut to The Living Room, 20X8. Clyde walks in.}

CLYDE: Hey everybody, they let me out of the joint!

{Crashing is heard. Master Z runs up behind the couch and hides.}

CLYDE: Hey, Z, I'm-

MASTER Z: Shut up! You blasted traitor! You revealed our plan!

CLYDE: It's the only dirt I had on you.

MASTER Z: "Leader of a large terrorist organization" wasn't enough?!

CLYDE: Definitely not!

{Kray, John, and Drew come running in, holding hammers.}

CLYDE: Hey guys, what's with the hammers?

KRAY: We're gona kill tha' green one!

JOHN: He's just been using Trogador!

CLYDE: Like we all haven't?

DREW: That's not the point!

CLYDE: You guys are all hypocrites. I'm gonna go live with Tampo, somebody send my stuff in the mail.

{Clyde shuffles out. Cut to The Grand Hall, 30X8. Everybody is building a large statue of a purple, muscular Astromund. Trogador walks in.}

TROGADOR: Hey guys. Who's the new hero?

DOC: He's The Master!

TROGADOR: The Master? Who?

CLYDE: The Master saved us all. He brought us together and united us.

TROGADOR: And where does this Master live?

{Everybody points behind Trogador. He walks up to the hall entrance and the camera cuts to a large purple citadel, floating above Challenge City. Cut back to Trogador, who is rolling his eyes.}

TROGADOR: Not again...

{cut to outside of Tampo's Warehouse, 20X8. Clyde is knocking on the door.}

CLYDE: Hello? Mr. Tampo, open up! I'm a young law student you can have your way with! Mr. Brody, I'm here to deliver this month's Chicken Rights Digest! Mr. Stlunko, I have evidence incriminating your housemates! Anybody?<br?

{Clyde sighs and jumps through a nearby window. In the Entrance, a Jaro hops in, holding a shotgun.}

JARO: Who are you?!

CLYDE: I'm Jason Wolfgang Punchaface, Esq. May I speak to the owner of this household?

JARO: You're talking to him, Mr. Punchaface.

CLYDE: I thought Tampo, Brody, and/or Stlunko owned this place?

JARO: Not anymore. They've all gone missing. I, Sebastian, Tampo's second-in-command, now leads the Minions and the Chickens.

CLYDE: Wow, I sure care about that. Well, tell me if you see one of those jerks around.

{Clyde hovers out. Cut to a purple hallway, 30X8. Two purple Astromunds stand in front of a large, closed door. Trogador stomps up in fighting position.}

TROGADOR: Alright, you Nazi stormtrooper...communist...liberal...Hungarian...minion. I want to find The Master, and if I don't, heads will roll! And they will be your heads!

ASTROMUND 1: No need for violence, sir. The Master is right behind this door.

TROGADOR: So...I'm not gonna have to battle you?

ASTROMUND 2: The Master is a strict believer in pacafism.

{Astromund 2 opens up the door. Trogador shrugs and walks into the next room, where Harold, wearing full purple armor and a cape, sits on a purple throne.}

HAROLD: Ahh, hello, Trogador!

TROGADOR: Okay, Harold, let's cut the crap. You've used that mind control helmet to take over the entire city, and now I'm here to overthrow you with you accidentally falling to your death or being caught in an explosion that takes out your citadel.

HAROLD: Trogador, things aren't always so black and white, negatives and positives, evil and good. Yes, I did take over the city and give myself a position of leadership. But that's not a bad thing.

TROGADOR: How's it good?

HAROLD: Trogador, you've seen how this city can become. The people here, ever since Master S fell, they've been experimenting with their freedom. Experimenting in all the wrong ways. Crime has reached an all-time high. Without somebody to guide them, to keep them controlled, this city will crash in a flaming, bloody mess.

TROGADOR: So...you've built a new dictatorship for the good of the people?

HAROLD: I knew you'd understand!

TROGADOR: Turns out I don't, so I'm gonna kill you now.

{Harold sighs and gets off his throne.}

HAROLD: I didn't want to do this. You were a friend and you saved me from the clutches of that madman. But you've become a threat to the operation. I'm sending you back to your own time.

TROGADOR: Really? Kickin' rad!

HAROLD: Uhh...you want this?

TROGADOR: Of course I do!

HAROLD: Well...uhhh...okay.

{Harold pulls out a large purple gun and uneasily aims it at Trogador. Trogador closes his eyes and smiles. Harold drops the gun and yells. The gun shoots at him, which makes him glow purple and disappear. A few seconds later, Trogador opens his eyes.}

TROGADOR: Hello? Harold? Harold, don't tell me you're back in time...Harold? I'll give you a cookie! Olly olly oxenfree!

{Trogador picks the gun up.}

TROGADOR: Well, bye 30X8. It's been nice knowing you. Have fun coming out of your brainwashed states and probably committing homicide without me!

{Trogador shoots himself with the gun. He glows purple and disappears. Clyde pokes his head through the left side of the screen.}

CLYDE: Dun dun duuuuuuuun!

THE END!

Fun Fact

  • "George Glass" is a reference to an episode of The Brady Bunch in which one of the daughters (I think it's Marcia) has a fake boyfriend. When asked about his name, she looks at a water glass and says "George Glass". Now I'm referencing The Brady Bunch, aren't I cool?
  • Clyde's fake name was Dinoshaur's idea.
Other Character Email Trogador

video games | redux | band | dwelling | trogdor | random | realty | fandom | different town | pluto | tennis | life | mustache | fat | rodagore | comedy | albino | da kidz | sports | time travel | superhero | island | best email ever | mind control

Retrieved from "http://fanstuff.hrwiki.org/wiki/Other_Character_Email_Trogador/mind_control"