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The New Trogador Adventures

Episode 015: Rodagore
Trogador meets a doppelganger with amounts of lameness that just may exceed Trogador's.

Transcript

{cut to black screen that says "IN A.D 20X8". The screen then changes it's text it to "A DRAGON CRACKED DOWN ON WEATHER. 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 Lab. Trogador is sitting inside a large, orange case with a tube going into his mouth. The tube runs through a hole in the cage into a small machine that John sits by.}

JOHN: Alright, you're looking pretty healthy. I'll disconnect now.

{John presses a button on the machine. The tube slinks out of Trogador's mouth and into the machine. The case folds down into the floor.}

JOHN: Feeling better?

TROGADOR: I just ate 2 week's worth of...goop. And it wasn't even flavored goop!

JOHN: Well, the next time you decide to indulge in a power crunch, pick up some flavored goop beforehand.

TROGADOR: Hey, I was told it was a weight-loss pill!

JOHN: Sure, that's what Stinkoman said too, but now the popo's got him!

TROGADOR: Stinkoman got arrested? Saw it coming.

JOHN: And to celebrate you not dying yet, they're throwing the Challenge Ball early this year.

TROGADOR: Why not throw it at the usual time? I don't plan on dying anytime soon...

JOHN: Rumor has it that the guy behind PLUTO put a hit on you.

TROGADOR: If that's the case, bring them on! I can take all of them. With gusto!

{Clyde runs into The Lab, holding a samurai sword, screaming. He jumps up at Trogador, who flicks him away.}

TROGADOR: Since when was Clyde a hitman?

JOHN: I told him to go find a hobby.

TROGADOR: Murdering people for money is a hobby?

JOHN: As much of a hobby as a stupid indie show.

TROGADOR: That reminds me, I have some emails to check!

{Trogador exits The Lab. Cut to Trogador's Nest. The TrogPilot sits on the nest. He walks over and picks it up.}

TROGADOR: 15 emails and I'm not burnt out yet! A new record!

{Trogador reads the email, pronouncing Trogy as "tro-gee".}

TROGADOR: Well, Rodagore, you're kind of late to the anti-Trogador party. I already have one of those! So, in conclusion,-

{The room flashes and a Trogador with a black goatee appears.}

TROGADOR WITH GOATEE: 'Sup, weak one.

TROGADOR: Who the crap are you?

TROGADOR WITH GOATEE: I'm Rodagore. Other acceptable names are Master, Better-Than-Me-Guy, and The Eviscerator.

TROGADOR: Yeah, Roady...about that...I already have an evil counterpart.

RODAGORE: What? You're kidding me!

TROGADOR: Nope. Came a little while ago to rough me up.

RODAGORE: Is that all he did? Because I'm prepared to, like, destroy a military base or mislead you to a trap or something.

TROGADOR: He already did that, Roady. There's not much left in the evil me department for you. Sorry to disappoint.

RODAGORE: Aww, man...can I crash here for a while then? I can't go back to 6X02, left my time machine there.

TROGADOR: By the way, why do you call it that? I thought the exty numbering was gonna end in 5000.

RODAGORE: I wanted to sound cooler and intimidating so I'd be a better evil doppelganger...

{Rodagore starts to sniffle.}

TROGADOR: Oh, no no! Randomly putting X's in numbers is totally terrifying!

RODAGORE: {sniffles} You mean it?

TROGADOR: Totally!

{Rodagore goes in to hug Trogador. Trogador reluctantly pats him on the back.}

TROGADOR: There there...shh...shh...it'll be alright...

{cut to The Living Room. Kray and Master Z sit on the couch when TRogador and Rodagore walk in.}

TROGADOR: {to Rodagore} The one that looks like a pig is Kray. He's a pirate and gets a little antsy sometimes. The white one is Z. He's an ex-evil mastermind that got fired and can't find anywhere else to stay!

KRAY: I am not antsy!
MASTER Z: Such a kind description, Trogador.

MASTER Z: Why are there two of you, anyways? Cloning mishap?

TROGADOR: Everybody, this is Rodagore. He's my evil self from the 6000's.

RODAGORE: Hi, everybody.

MASTER Z: Pleased to meet you.

KRAY: {mumbling} I'll show him antsy...

MASTER Z: What's it like in the future?

RODAGORE: Boring. Lots of green and silver and crazy characters.

MASTER Z: You just described this era, Rodagore. Why would you travel to an equally boring era?

RODAGORE: Well, at first I was supposed to come here to destroy him and stuff, but I've turned over a new leaf.

MASTER Z: Don't tell me we have another new member of this house...

TROGADOR: Z, you're the newest one here, you shouldn't complain! And Roady here is only temporary. I'll find him a job and a home soon.

RODAGORE: Wow, you'll do that all for me? It's like I'm family here!

MASTER Z: It may seem like a family at first, but just you wait, soon you'll find genetically enhanced insects in your room and they'll accidentally pour poison into the empty bottle of your favorite drink and put it in the fridge and forget your birthday and-

TROGADOR: Give it a rest, Z! I already told you I was sorry!

MASTER Z: Yes, well, just you wait until your birthday!

{cut to The Kitchen. Drew is stirring in a bowl when Trogador and Rodagore walk in.}

TROGADOR: Hey Drew, what's that?

DREW: The cake for tomorrow's Challenge Ball. Who's your friend?

TROGADOR: This is Rodagore. He's an anti-me from the year 6002.

RODAGORE: But I have turned over a new-leaf!

TROGADOR: Yeah, he's a good guy now. I need to help him find a job so he'll stop bumming off of me.

DREW: I don't know how I can help you...

TROGADOR: Isn't your cousin Donnie out of jail? He's a businessman, right?

DREW: Donnie's a gangster! He's in the XVII Family!

TROGADOR: Hey, great! Harvax pays pretty well, you know.

RODAGORE: So where's Donnie at?

TROGADOR: Nah, we'll find him. There aren't too many mothmen in Challenge City.

{cut to a dirty back alley. Garbage cans are tipped over, and scribbly graffitti is covering the wall. A mothman that looks exactly like Drew but wearing a goatee sits against the wall. Trogador and Rodagore walk up to him.}

TROGADOR: Are you Donnie?

DONNIE: Who's askin'?

TROGADOR: Trogador and-

DONNIE: {stepping back} Oh, no way man, I knew I should've listened to Tony...shoulda came here armed...

TROGADOR: Ease up...home...slice? I'm just trying to find a job for my friend here. Drew sent us.

DONNIE: Oh, my cousin sent you boys? Well, you guys must be legit and in interest. What's your friend there, ah, do?

RODAGORE: I can be a pretty good enforcer, I'm quick on my feet, have a good vocabulary-

DONNIE: Sold. I'll bring you roun' the club, meet the boss and all.

RODAGORE: '{to Trogador} Thanks for getting me a job!

TROGADOR: Don't mention it! Never drop in again, please!

{They wave at each other and walk in seperate directions.}

{cut to The Living Room. John sits on the couch as Trogador walks in.}

TROGADOR: Well, Rodagore's a gangster now.

JOHN: You let a dragon that looks almost exactly like you become a criminal in the Challenge City underworld?

TROGADOR: I doubt anything bad will come from this, I can sense it in my dragon-stomach!

{cut to The Lab. Trogador is inside the case seen at the beginning of the email. Rodagore stands next to Trogador.}

TROGADOR: Why the crap are you doing this, Roady?

RODAGORE: First off, don't call me Roady. I always hated that nickname. Second, you really are an idiot, aren't you?

TROGADOR: I may not be the smartest screw in the drawer but-

RODAGORE: Have you ever wondered why I was trapped in 6002?

{The words "FLASHBACK!!!!!!" appear above the two and blinks. Cut to The Field. Trogador and Rodagore stand next to each other, with Trogador holding a gun.}

TROGADOR: Wow, brother, this time travel guns you bought sure is the bee's knees!

RODAGORE: I know, brother! Why don't we test it out?

TROGADOR: Okay, brother! Did I mention you're my brother?

{Trogador shoots the gun at Rodagore, who starts to glow.}

RODAGORE: No! Not on me, you idiot! Mark my words, brother, I'll get my reve-

{Rodagore disappears. Cut back to now, in The Lab.}

TROGADOR: Wait...I have a brother?

RODAGORE: And here I am, in the flesh. I've been planning and plotting ever since that fateful day you sent me to the 6000's. I've been doing jobs and favors, risking my tail just to get a time machine that could send me back here. At first, I wanted to destroy you. But now that I've seen how famous you are, I've changed my mind.

TROGADOR: You're gonna give me a lot of cash for being such a great brother?

RODAGORE: No, Trogador...{Rodagore rips off his goatee}...I'm going to be you.

TROGADOR: {pauses} Isn't that plan a little flawed? I mean, I'm gonna still be in this case and all...

RODAGORE: Oh, it won't matter. By the time they find me out you'll probably be starved to death inside of the case. And with that, brother, I bid you adieu.

{Rodagore walks out. Trogador sighs and starts to twiddle his thumbs.}

TROGADOR: Sure is boring inside this orange case...

{Clyde hovers up.}

CLYDE: Well hello, Trogador. It seems that you're a sitting duck.

{Clyde takes out his samurai sword.}

TROGADOR: Don't you want to be able to kill me in a straight up fight? I've given you shelter, it's the least you could do. Honor among assassins and all that. And if that doesn't work, I have two other reasons as to why you should let me go.

CLYDE: Hmm. You are correct, Trogador. I shall fight you with honor and respect.

{Clyde presses the button on the machine. The case folds down.}

CLYDE: And now we shall bow to commence our-

{Trogador kicks Clyde, sending him flying.}

TROGADOR: Honor among assassins only counts if you're an assassin, Clyde! And now I have to go find Rodagore before he destroys my reputation...he's probably at the Challenge Ball.

{cut to a yellow ballroom. A bright chandelier sits overhead, and there is a stage. Mayorbot sits on the stage, alongside Rodagore.}

MAYORBOT: This is a good day for the Challenge Ball, eh, Trogador?

RODAGORE: Hmm, yes. Quite certainly. I am Trogador, indeed.

{Trogador runs in.}

TROGADOR: That Trogador's a fake! He's my twin brother bent on destroying me and taking my life!

{Loud gasps are heard. Rodagore steps down and walks over to Trogador.}

RODAGORE: This is a lie! I am most certainly your hero, Trogador.

TROGADOR: He's lying! He's my evil twin brother that used to have a goatee but ripped it off to steal my life!

MAYORBOT: Now, now, everyone, we can sort this out in a calm and orderly manner!

{Clyde runs up to Trogador and Rodagore, holding a gun. Trogador and Rodagore put their hands up.}

CLYDE: Which one's the real Trogador? WHICH?!?

TROGADOR: Clyde, man, Clyde, I'm real, I'm real!

RODAGORE: Don't listen to him, he's a fake! A dirty rotten fake!

CLYDE: What was I a member of before Trogador took me in? You, on the right!

RODAGORE: Uhh...the FFA?

{Clyde shoots Rodagore. He falls over, wincing.}

RODAGORE: Alright, I'm not Trogador! But mark my words again, brother, I'm in the mob now, and ol' Roady will be clawing at your door soon enough!

{Rodagore slowly flies up and crashes through the ceiling.}

TROGADOR: Thanks, Cly-

{Clyde shoots Trogador. He falls over, wincing.}

TROGADOR: What the crap was that for?

CLYDE: Honor means honor!

THE END!

Fun Facts

  • The evil twin having a goatee is a reference to something. Star Trek, I bet!
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