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The New Trogador Adventures

Episode 020: Time Travel
Trogador is accidentally thrust forward in time back to 30X8, where he must help a Resistance movement. Meanwhile, Master S returns...

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Transcript

{cut to black screen that says "IN A.D 20X8". The screen then changes it's text it to "A DRAGON GO PLAYED HOOP. 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 a wide shot of Challenge City. The sun is rising. A rooster is heard, cock-a-doodling. The camera slowly pans to the right until we see The Temple. The camera cuts to inside, where we see John walking into The Kitchen, wearing a white bathrobe. He goes over to a cupboard and takes out the cereal. Then guess what super detective, he pours it. Trogador walks in afterwards, yawning.}

TROGADOR: Morning, John.

JOHN: Hey, Trog. You want some cereal?

TROGADOR: Sure, sure, thanks.

{John hands Trogador the box. He puts it in his mouth and swallows it.}

TROGADOR: Ahhh...nothing beats the taste cardboard in the morning.

JOHN: Enjoy it while you can, because you have some cleaning to do.

TROGADOR: Cleaning? What do I have to do?

JOHN: This house is a mess. You usually are the cause for those.

TROGADOR: But I own this-

JOHN: I don't care if you own it or not, you have to clean it up!

TROGADOR: But-

JOHN: Do what I say for no good reason at all other than you're a pushover!

{Trogador sighs. He walks out into The Living Room. In that room, everything is a mess. The couch is turned over, clothes are thrown everywhere, and food is thrown around, attracting flies. Clyde sits on the couch, as if it wasn't on its side.}

TROGADOR: Hey Clyde. You cause this mess?

CLYDE: Nope.

TROGADOR: Well, you wanna help me clean up?

CLYDE: Nope.

TROGADOR: Looks like I have a big job to do...better get to work.

{cut to Master S's Castle. Master S is walking in the hallways. Otto, a purple Astromund, runs up to him.}

OTTO: Good morning, sir, how are you doing this morning?

MASTER S: Fine, Otto. What's the Boss activity reports?

OTTO: Nothing changed at all since last report.

MASTER S: Really? Sounds odd. Get Dave to look at that. And the soldiers?

OTTO: They're at about 200% the power of any normal Challenge City guard.

MASTER S: Well, I planned to have their military base destroyed for a reason, you know. But what about our old defender friend Trogador?

OTTO: The tracker says that he is still in his lair, as he always is around this time.

MASTER S: {walks up to his throne and sits down in it} Well, Otto. Let's start this morning off right. Cup of coffee.

OTTO: Would you like to have some blood of the innocent with that, sir?

MASTER S: I'll skip the innocents today.

{cut to an outside shot of The Castle.}

OTTO (VOICE): Excellent, sir. As you wish.

{cut to Trogador, on his elbows and knees in The Living Room. It is clean. He sighs and falls, putting his stomach against the floor.}

TROGADOR: That was exhausting. Glad I'm done though.

{John walks up to him.}

JOHN: You aren't done yet.

TROGADOR: What do you mean, I'm not done yet?

JOHN: Pretty sure the room next to the TV is a mess too.

{The camera goes to a view of the TV. It is a large black flat screen covering up most of the wall. A small door is next to it.}

TROGADOR: I don't remember that door being there...

JOHN: Just clean up your mess!

{John leaves. Trogador sighs.}

{cut to inside the room. It turns out to be the room Trogador and Co. landed in in the very first email (of the third series). Trogador walks in, carrying a broom.}

TROGADOR: Yeah, I'm pretty sure I've never been in here...and it's not even very messy! Except for that little cube in the center...

{The camera pans over to show a small silver cube - the T-Cube. Before Trogador can walk over to it, a ding noise is heard. Trogador takes out the TrogPilot.}

TROGADOR: Oh, sweet. Anything to get me out of this cleaning...

{Trogador reads the email, putting extra emphasis on "righ now" and pronouncing righ as rye.}

TROGADOR: That's a stupid request, fan. I can't time travel at will. I don't have very many superpowers. I mean, I'm strong, I can breathe fire, and fly. That's about it. No time traveling. So, in closing, shut up and think your emails through better, Fanny.

{Trogador puts the TrogPilot away. With broom in hand, he goes over to the T-Cube.}

TROGADOR: Huh...I bet this thing is worth a lot of money. Bubs would like something like this, I know it.

{Trogador drops the T-Cube. It glows red and starts to hover above him.}

TROGADOR: ...oh crap. Now I remember this room.

{Trogador starts to back up.}

TROGADOR: Oh crap oh crap oh crap oh crap why am I not running oh crap...

{Suddenly, the T-Cube explodes, engulfing Trogador...}

{...and we find ourselves in the cave also seen in the first email. Trogador falls to the floor. After some rolling around, he gets up and observes his surroundings.}

TROGADOR: This all seems pretty familiar...except I don't even know where I am...

VOICE THAT SOUNDS LIKE TROGADOR'S: You're in 30X8, son.

{Trogador turns around to see Xerador, the grotesque, purple Trogador standing there. The camera pans in on a computer behind Trogador until we see this screen. Dramatic music plays.}

{The dramatic music ends. We see Trogador in the cave, standing next to Xerador.}

TROGADOR: So...uhh...I'm in the future?

XERADOR: Correct.

TROGADOR: The year of 30X8?

XERADOR: Yes.

TROGADOR: And you're me?

XERADOR: That would seem so, yeah.

TROGADOR: And The Revolution happened?

XERADOR: You think you'd be this ugly without some other cause? This stuff isn't natural, you know.

TROGADOR: Well, many people tell me I'm not that handsome, I only assumed the trend would continue...

XERADOR: Ugly or not, we have a mission to be going on. Glad to see you brought a weapon?

TROGADOR: {looks down at broom} Oh, well, I didn't-hey wait, what do you mean, mission?

XERADOR: You think it's all sunshine and rainbows here in 30X8? The sky's red. Obviously you're going to have to go on a mission some time.

TROGADOR: But I just got here!

XERADOR: Missions don't wait, not in this game!

TROGADOR: Can't I skip it?

XERADOR: You used up your skips a few missions back.

TROGADOR: Crap, is this a side mission?

XERADOR: Story mission. Necessary to get to the end boss.

TROGADOR: {groans} Fine, fine, I'll do it!

{Trogador and Xerador exit the cave. Cut to a Challenge City street. Astromunds wearing gray ponchos walk around while black Astromunds patrol, armed. Trogador and Xerador land in an alley.}

TROGADOR: {whispering} Things don't look so apocalyptic to me...

XERADOR: {whispering} Nobody wants to admit it, but they're this place is a living Hell. Nobody, that is, except for The Resistance.

TROGADOR: Is that us?

XERADOR: {deadpan} No, we support the dictatorship. {end deadpan} Yes, of course that's us, otherwise we wouldn't have to be sneaking around in alleys like this.

TROGADOR: Geez, why do you have to be so mean? Can we just head off to the mission site now?

XERADOR: Yes, yes, of course.

{The two fly up to the roof of the building. They stand there looking at a large machine with a red beam coming out of it. A black Astromund stands guard there.}

TROGADOR: What's that?

XERADOR: That? That's Mercury. Have you wondered why the sky's red, Trogador?

TROGADOR: I just assumed that whenever a dictatorship arises the sky decides to alter its colors. Happens all the time.

XERADOR: Not even close, genius. Mercury powers the red sky. He's there, hovering all day and all night. Keeping a permanent red sky.

TROGADOR: All that work just to lower morale a little bit and make the lyrics of old classic rock songs not make sense?

XERADOR: Oh, I'm not done. Mercury projects a force field that forms a dome outside of Challenge City. This dome is red and prevents anything from going in or out. We're all trapped, like rats, beneath this red little cup. But not after today, my friend. The sky's gonna fall.

{Trogador snorts.}

XERADOR: What?

TROGADOR: You think that's clever? Think you're in an action movie?

XERADOR: Shut up, fly over there, and kill it. Shouldn't put up any resistance.

TROGADOR: So I'm gonna fly over and probably be seen destroying a vital part of this dictatorship and get gunned down by that soldier while you stand and watch?

XERADOR: Use your brains, Trogador. You can bypass those guards easily.

TROGADOR: Well, when I die and the universe implodes because of this paradox, you'll know I was right!

{Trogador quietly flies over to the building Mercury is on. He lands and slowly walks over to one of the black Astromunds.}

TROGADOR: Uhh...hey.

BLACK ASTROMUND: What do you want?

TROGADOR: I am the...uhh...forcefield projection inspector.

BLACK ASTROMUND: I didn't know we had one of those coming.

TROGADOR: Do you want to see some ID?

BLACK ASTROMUND: That'd be great.

TROGADOR: Oh...um...{points up in the opposite direction} Look, a cliche way to get you distracted so I can do something else!

BLACK ASTROMUND: {turns around} Woah, really?

{Trogador starts to hit the Mercury machine with the broom.}

BLACK ASTROMUND: {turns back around} Hey, what are you doing! Stop that! Stop right now! Come on, man, don't!

{The Mercury machine fizzles and a whirring noise is heard. The red beam coming out of it disappears.}

BLACK ASTROMUND: Why didn't you stop? I told you to stop!

TROGADOR: Uhh...uhh...sorry, I didn't hear you.

BLACK ASTROMUND: Well, next time, you better listen to me!

TROGADOR: Will do.

{Trogador flies back over to Xerador.}

TROGADOR: So..uhh...is that it? All I had to do was bit it with the broom and the sky's not red?

XERADOR: Well, it's gonna be fading, so people won't be able to tell at first that it's going away.

TROGADOR: Are you sure there isn't a catch? This all seems way too easy.

XERADOR: Missions don't start getting a catch until another boss later.

TROGADOR: Oh sweet, these are tutorial missions? Awesome!

{Trogador and Xerador fly off.}

{cut to Mount Stinko. Trogador and Xerador fly enter it. Instead of landing in The Lab, however, they land in a large room with a golden Stinkoman statue. Behind it hangs a black tapestry, which depicts a skull with blue Stinkoman hair.}

TROGADOR: So, you guys think Stinkoman's some sort of hero, don't you?

XERADOR: Think? He's the biggest hero Challenge City has ever known. He fought valiantly and now we honor him by continuing what he started.

{1-Up steps out from behind the statue. Instead of wearing his normal red shirt and hat, he wears a black hat and a black shirt with The Resistance symbol on it.}

1-UP: Was the mission successful?

XERADOR: Yes, General 1-Up. With the mighty broom, he freed Challenge City from a red Hell.

TROGADOR: Hey, can we replace broom with sword? It sounds like I'm a pansy if I fight something with a broom.

1-UP: Well, you're no pansy. You're a hero!

{Kray, Doc (John), Clyde, and Drew walk up to Trogador.}

KRAY: So, yer a hero now, mate?

DREW: Yay for Xerador!

TROGADOR: I'm Trogador.

DREW: Yay for Trogador!

DOC: I suppose this calls for a dinner, doesn't it?

DREW: I'll make the feast!

DOC: But it's not even noon yet...

CLYDE: Feast? Pffff. We're going to Blubbo's.

{Everybody chatters in agreeance. They exit Mount Stinko and the screen fades to black. We then see John walking around The Living Room back in 20X8. Kray, Master Z, Drew, and Clyde all sit on the couch.}

JOHN: Any of you guys seen Trogador? He's not in The Chamber.

DREW: I thought he was cleaning in there?

JOHN: He's not in there.

MASTER Z: Perhaps we have to split up and search for him?

{Kray, Drew, Clyde and Master Z get up off of the couch.}

KRAY: Good idea, mate.

{Everybody but Master Z and Clyde go off in separate directions.}

MASTER Z: This is what we've been waiting for, Clyde! With the dragon out of the way, we can find that engine room and conquer the city once more!

CLYDE: Eh, why not, these are all reruns.

{Clyde and Master Z go off. We return to 30X8, with a look a tall black citadel in the center of the city. The camera cuts to inside of The Citadel, where we see Master S in a throne room. A large screen is next to his throne, showing the spot where Mercury used to be. Nothing about Master S is different, aside from a large brown beard.}

MASTER S: {presses a button on his throne} Harold?

HAROLD (VOICE): Yes, sir?

MASTER S: I'm currently looking at the Mercury Building.

HAROLD (VOICE): What about it, sir?

MASTER S: {angrily} The beam! It's gone! Those Resistance punks must have destroyed it! Do you know what this means, Harold?

HAROLD (VOICE): Uhh...Mercury's gone?

MASTER S: It means that the forcefields surrounding Challenge City will be faded by tomorrow. And do you know what that means?

HAROLD (VOICE): ...people can leave?

MASTER S: Precisely, Harold. But I'm not going to allow some young punks stop me. I want soldiers lining every inch of the former barrier. And speaking of soldiers, Harold, where's the rest of your squad?

HAROLD (VOICE): Uhh..breakfast is 50% off at Blubbo's on Fridays, sir. They said they'd bring me some back.

MASTER S: Your squad abandoned their guard at one of the most vital components of this rule to eat breakfast a little cheaper?

HAROLD (VOICE): Yeah, sir...

{Master S sighs. He then presses another button on his throne. A loud explosion is heard.}

MASTER S: Harold, I'm assigning you to a new squad. Your old one got in a little accident.

HAROLD (VOICE): Aww, man. Do I still get Blubbo's, sir?

MASTER S: Oh, I seriously doubt you will...

{cut to outside Blubbo's. It has been reduced to a crater. Trogador and Co. stand outside of it.}

TROGADOR: ...guess we aren't getting Blubbo's.

{They turn back around and walk away. Trogador and Xerador go off in a seperate direction from the others.}

XERADOR: So, are you ready to go on another mission?

TROGADOR: Again? We just got back from one!

XERADOR: Oh, come on, you barely did anything.

TROGADOR: It's easy to say that when you just sit back and watch. I'm the one that had to fight valiantly with the broom!

XERADOR: We have to hit that jerk in The Citadel hard. We can't let the day end without hitting him harder.

TROGADOR: Fine, fine. I have nothing better to do than risk my life.

XERADOR: Glad you see it that way.

TROGADOR: So what do I have to blow up this time?

XERADOR: We're gonna destroy The Mainframe.

TROGADOR: Why is everything like a cheesy action movie in the future?

XERADOR: I've always wondered why he chose that name too. Either way, this thing powers the entire city. It's pretty important.

TROGADOR: Then why am I gonna blow it up?

XERADOR: It's controlled by Master S. He can flick off the power to any district whenever he wants, just to amuse him. And he's done this before. 3 districts of this city are completely without power and almost in riot. Doc's built a similar machine in Stinko HQ so that the entire city isn't blacked out.

TROGADOR: Will this Mainframe be as heavily-guarded as Mercury?

XERADOR: Don't count on it. There were supposed to be more troops at Mercury to begin with. S has probably shipped a whole additional squadron off to keep guard on this.

TROGADOR: So this one is actually gonna be a challenge?

XERADOR: We'll see for ourselves, won't we? And it looks like we're here.

{Trogador and Xerador stop walking. In front of them is Harold, the black Astromund from the Mercury mission, sitting in a tollbooth. He looks bored. As bored as an Astromund can look, anyways. Trogador walks up to him.}

TROGADOR: Hey there!

HAROLD: Oh, it's you. I got in big trouble for what you did!

TROGADOR: Sorry to hear that. Can I get through? I'm a Giant Supercomputer Thing Inspector. My friend's one too.

HAROLD: I thought you were a forcefield projection inspector?

TROGADOR: I quit. Bad dental.

HAROLD: Oh, I know how that feels. These dictatorships might leave you less a chance of getting beaten or killed by law enforcement, but the health care...ick.

TROGADOR: You should get a job in inspection, we guys have it made.

HAROLD: Really? I'll look into that!

TROGADOR: So can we get through?

HAROLD: Oh, yeah, yeah, sure.

{Harold presses a button and the...toll...post...lifts up. Trogador and Xerador walk past it.}

TROGADOR: I'm a master of deception, you know.

XERADOR: I'm pretty sure he's just an idiot.

TROGADOR: No no, back in my timezone I'm unparalleled in the deception department!

XERADOR: I'm calling fake because I'm not one...although there are more reasons why I wouldn't be, too...

TROGADOR: Ooh, important plot point?

XERADOR: Mmm-hmm. You see, back when The Revolution started, I was captured. They took me to that castle and some...some really terrible stuff happened. One doesn't turn purple and become a mutant all on their own, you know.

TROGADOR: Wow, that's gotta suck. Good thing I'm the pretty, mostly not-mutated dragon!

XERADOR: It did indeed suck. They drained half of me...somehow those lame jerks drained half of my soul. Knocked every bit of evil right out of me. REuced me to half of what I could be.

TROGADOR: Wait...so hippotamously, there could be an entirely evil you and me running around?

XERADOR: It would seem likely, yeah.

TROGADOR: {looks at camera} If you're one of my slow fans, that's Pluto!

XERADOR: It was bad stuff. Stuff I wouldn't want to wish on anybody else. Which is why I joined up with The Resistance. To save this city. And that's why we have to almost completely destroy it today.

TROGADOR: We've been walking a really long time. Are we at The Matrix yet?

XERADOR: It's called The Mainframe, and no, but we're halfway there.

{They stop in front of the entrance to a tall black skyscraper.}

XERADOR: I'm not sure exactly where The Mainframe is. It's either on the top floor or in the basement.

TROGADOR: We can split up...

XERADOR: Then it's settled. Yeh'll take the high road and I'll take the low road.

{The camera pans over to show Kray standing there.}

KRAY: An' I'll be in Scotland afore ye!

TROGADOR: What?

{Kray vanishes in a puff of smoke.}

TROGADOR: Umm...okay. Even though we have no way to contact each other in case something goes wrong, and chances are it will because this place is hounding with guards, we'll split up.

XERADOR: Sounds good!

{Xerador walks around the building. Trogador walks in. Cut to the inside. It looks like a waiting room at a doctor's office, except with lots of black. A black Astromund sits at a desk, writing down notes. Trogador walks up to the desk.}

TROGADOR: I am, uh, a....an important thing inspector. I'm here to inspect that important thing.

BLACK ASTROMUND: Please take a seat, sir, as I look up it up in the computer.

{Oh yeah, there's a computer on the desk, OOPS GUESS I SHOULD ADD THAT IN, anyways, Trogador goes to take a seat. The black Astromund types on the keyboard a few times and then turns to Trogador.}

BLACK ASTROMUND: I'm sorry, there's no inspection scheduled at all. You're obviously a liar and must be terminated.

{The Astromund pulls out a large gun and shoots it at Trogador. A dart comes out and hits Trogador on the arm. His eyes roll back and he falls over. Everything goes black. Cut to a large circular room. A huge computer with a blue screen is in the center. Xerador walks up to it.}

XERADOR: Hey, cool, I found it! Now, how to destroy, how to destroy...

{Xerador starts stroking his chin. We cut to another room. It is all silver, with a tilted table in the middle. Trogador sits on the table, being held at his wrists and shins.}

TROGADOR: This...might not have been such a good idea.

{Harold walks in.}

HAROLD: Hello, prisoner!

'TROGADOR: Oh hey, it's you!

HAROLD: And I could say the same, inspector! What are you doing here?

TROGADOR: I think...I think somebody gave me wrong directions to the important thing. I'm pretty sure this isn't the important thing.

HAROLD: The Mainframe? Oh, no, you exit this room, take a left, another left, then another left, then a right, and then you go down the elevator...I think there's an elevator there.

TROGADOR: Cool, cool! Can you unhook me so I can go there?

HAROLD: Anything for our inspector!

{Harold unhooks Trogador. He gets up and walks out of the room. We cut to him walking in the hallways. He reaches a fork and turns left.}

TROGADOR: Okay, so two more lefts, a right, and the elevator down...

BLACK ASTROMUND BEHIND TROGADOR A BIT: Hey! Stop!

{Trogador starts to run.}

TROGADOR: This day gets better and better and better!

{cut back to Xerador. He stops stroking his chin and makes the noise-that-you-make-when-you-click-your-tongue-flatside-on-the-roof-of-your-mouth. After a few seconds he goes back to stroking his chin.}

XERADOR: Nope, nothing.

{cut back to Trogador running. He starts to pant.}

TROGADOR: Okay, so it looks like there's no elevator there...oh well. {looks at camera} Looks like I'm gonna have to jump.

{Trogador reaches a ledge at the end of the hallway and falls down with his arms spread out. He is cycling in the air.}

TROGADOR: ...maybe this wasn't a great idea.

{cut down to Xerador next to The Mainframe.}

XERADOR: Yeah, no, still got nothing...

{Suddenly, Trogador lands on The Mainframe with a loud crash. The lights flicker off.}

XERADOR: Hey, problem solved!

TROGADOR: {wheezes} ....ouch...

{The lights flicker back on. Trogador, after stumbling, gets back up, holding his back.}

XERADOR: Hey, big guy, I know you're in pain and all, but they're gonna hound us really soon. We have to get going.

{Trogador wheezes and nods. Xerador runs out, while Trogador slowly jogs behind him.}

{cut to a Challenge City street. Xerador walks and Trogador limps right behind him.}

XERADOR: So...you were chased by one guy...and instead of just fighting him there or possibly even throwing him on The Mainframe, you jump?

TROGADOR: I don't make good decisions while under pressure. Or very good decisions at all.

{Suddenly, there is a small explosion. Xerador and Trogador fall down, coughing. Trogador is covered in a gray mist. Two black Astromunds wearing gas masks walk up to Xerador.}

BLACK ASTROMUND: Sweet, this smoke explosion gun is awesome!

HAROLD: I still don't think we have to be so mean to these guys...

BLACK ASTROMUND: I sure think we should be mean to you. You let this dope get by you twice now!

HAROLD: Wait, this doesn't look like the guy...are you sure he's him?

BLACK ASTROMUND: Harold, listen to yourself. How many giant Resistance dragons can there be in this city?

{Harold and the other black Astromund drag Xerador away. A few seconds later, the gray mist disappears. Trogador gets up, coughing.}

TROGADOR: Xerador, what the crap was that?

{He starts looking around.}

TROGADOR: Xerador? Xerador, come on man! ...Xer? Xer?

{He looks around a little bit more.}

TROGADOR: Oh no. This is bad. Real bad.

{cut to Master S sitting in his throne room.}

HAROLD (VOICE): We have the dragon, sir.

MASTER S: Excellent. Place him in the Lava Zone. And be sure to rig a few high-class explosives at the base of the volcanoes, lava rivers, and the prisoner itself.

HAROLD (VOICE): But sir, that'll destroy everything in the Lava Zone!

MASTER S: Sometimes to get a fold out of a carpet, you have to stomp on it.

HAROLD (VOICE): Sir, that metaphor only applies to antiheroism and not your genocide of a quarter of the city.

MASTER S: Oh, don't we have a smart little Astromund? I can blow you up right now, Harold...

HAROLD (VOICE): I was just correcting you, sir! No offense, sir, but it seems you lost your edge...

MASTER S: Yes, well...what can you expect? I'm been running this dictatorship for 500 years! I'm running out of evil! You know my beard? {takes beard off and throws it to floor} It's a fake! Made to make me look more menacing!

HAROLD (VOICE): Uhh...sir, I'm sorry to hear that you have an inferiority complex, but I need to rig up those bombs now...

MASTER S: Yes, yes...of course.

{Master S sighs. Cut to the Main Hall of Mount Stinko. 1-Up and everybody else are standing around. Trogador runs in.}

TROGADOR: Guys, guys, Xerador-

DOC: Hello, Trogador. The mission was a success!

TROGADOR: No time for that! Xerador's been kidnapped! We need to go quick!

DOC: Oh, dear...good thing I have a tracker on him on my wristwatch.

{Doc looks down at his wristwatch.}

DOC: He's in the Lava Zone. I'd assume Master S's goons placed him there.

TROGADOR: I'll go save him.

1-UP: And we'll go teach that jerk a lesson he won't forget!

{Trogador runs out. Cut back to 20X8. Master S sits in his throne room when Otto busts in.}

OTTO: Sir, sir!

MASTER S: What is it, Otto?

OTTO: It's Trogador! He's gone! Disappeared!

MASTER S: Really? Well, this is very fortunate for us...I think now's just as good a time as any to begin our plan.

OTTO: You mean...The Revolution?

MASTER S: Precisely.

OTTO: I'll get on it.

{cut to a Lava Zone cavern. Harold stands against a wall. Trogador runs in.}

HAROLD: Hey, it's you!

TROGADOR: Listen, uhh...what's your name?

HAROLD: I'm Harold.

TROGADOR: Listen, Harold, I know I've tricked you before because you're gullible and I'm just smart enough to barely succeed in tricking you. But I can tell you don't want to let Xerador die.

HAROLD: Or the thousands here, too...

TROGADOR: What? What did you do, rig up some super bombs?

HAROLD: I was just following orders!

TROGADOR: Harold, this is bad. I need you to herd these Lava Zone types to safety. Some higher ground. I'll go get the hostage.

HAROLD: ....yes sir.

{Trogador and Harold run in separate directions. Trogador reaches a ledge and starts to fly. A large lava waterfall is in the background. He lands at another ledge, where a knocked out Xerador, with a bunch of little time-bombs littered around him.}

TROGADOR: Hold on, big guy. Don't give up yet.

{Trogador lifts up Xerador and starts to spin around. After multiple spins, he throws Xerador towards the other ledge and then flies over. Trogador dives forward as Xerador drops down and pushes him and Xerador onto the other ledge. They tumble. Trogador gets up and pushes Xerador up onto his shoulders. He starts to run out.}

{cut to an alleyway. The other Resistance members stand next to a pipe system, which Doc is welding at. He stops welding.}

DOC: Alright, this jerk is gonna be taught one heck of a lesson...

{cut to a Lava Zone cavern. Trogador with Xerador is running when Harold runs up to him.}

TROGADOR: Harold, did you shepherd everybody?

HAROLD: They should all be safe. Those bombs are gonna go off soon, though, we can't sit around.

{Trogador and Harold start to run. The cavern starts to shake and rock crumbles from above.}

TROGADOR: Seconds left!

{cut to Master S in his throne room, 30X8.}

VOICE ON INTERCOM: Master S to the Piping Room, it's urgent.

{Master S sighs and gets off his throne.}

{cut to Trogador and Harold running. More rocks are falling down.}

HAROLD: I don't think we're gonna make it!

{cut to a small gray room. Master S walks in.}

MASTER S: In the name of all that is evil, what the-

{cut to a shot of The Citadel. A loud crashing noise is heard, and The Citadel comes falling down, with lava spilling out. A huge dust cloud is caused by this. Car alarms are heard.}

{cut to John's Lab, 20X8. John stands in front of his super computer.}

JOHN: So...the future, eh?

{cut back to a wide shot of Challenge City, 30X8. The sun is rising. A rooster is heard cock-a-doodling. The camera moves to the right, showing the crumbled Citadel. It then moves farther, to Mount Stinko. We enter Mount Stinko, to the Grand Hall. Trogador and Xerador sit at the edge of it, looking at the sunset.}

XERADOR: That was a mighty heroic thing you did, Trog.

TROGADOR: Don't mention it.

XERADOR: I don't care what anybody says, you're worthy of the Ador name.

{Harold walks up to them.}

HAROLD: Hey guys. I thought you might want to take a look at our new statue.

{They get up and turn around to see a silver statue next to Stinkoman's. The statue depicts Trogador, holding a broom to the sky.}

TROGADOR: ...I still wish I used a sword.

{cut to the Entrance of Tampo's Warehouse, 20X8, as seen in email 10. There is knocking at the door. Tampo hovers in quickly, wearing a pink bathrobe.}

TAMPO: Alright, alright! I'm coming, I'm-

{The door explodes and Tampo is sent flying back. A gray mist obscures the camera. Evil laughter is heard.}

THE END!

Fun Facts

  • Noid actually sent this email before he was the owner of Trogador Emails.
  • All of the lines referring to missions are intended as references to the GTA series of games and how, after a few initial missions, everything seems to go wrong in every single possibly way on every mission. Every single time.
  • Kray's random appearance is a reference to the song Bonnie Banks O' Loch Lomond. It's public domain I think.
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