Post by Dave D-Flipz on Oct 12, 2021 23:49:24 GMT -5
“DOOFENSHMIRTZ EVIL INCORPORATED!!”
*We open in the offices of the DEI building in the tri-state area. A downtrodden Dr. Doof has been left behind while his team has gone to the Sippy cup finals. Phroooaggh has been training them and preparing them for the worst. Doof has felt a little left out with his team having turned on him and stolen his eldritch powers. He sits at the dining room table, shedding manly tears into his lean cuisine.*
Dr. Doofenshmirtz: *Sigh* I don’t even like Brussels Sprouts.
*Begrudgingly he eats the brassicas. His face contorts with displeasure.*
Dr. Doofenshmirtz: I suppose I don’t deserve any better. I betrayed my scientific roots! My father in Gimmelstump is probably SO embarrassed of me! … Well I mean he was before anyhow so this shouldn’t be a surprise. But even Perry has abandoned me. How will we complete our goal of taking over the tri-state area now?
*He sighs again and gets up to wander his lab. His Sanctum Sanctimonious is back to normal. Full of scientific equipment with questionable lab safety standards and at least five OSHA violations per square meter. He pats a large ray gun on the body … and it blows up in his face*
Dr. Doofenshmirtz: Why do I keep putting self-destruct buttons in the most touchable locations on my inators?
*He continues down the hall and stubs his toe on a machine which whirs to life and zaps him, his pants begin to overflow with whipped cream and Squirrels emerge from his jacket.*
Dr. Doofenshmirtz: AHHHHHH! WHY DID I INVENT THIS?
*A doorknob turning can be heard. The door is locked and whoever is at the door is mad at this and rattles the door.*
Dr. Doofenshmirtz: Oh Perry The Platypus!!! Good to see you! How strange to use the door though. Why not swing in on a rope through the-
*The door begins to burn down. Through the hole steps a deformed Doof-alike. He clomps his way in on his bent up legs and hunched over back. He laughs, his hair and eyes an unkempt mess. He is spouting words in Ancient R’lyehian. Doof is put on the back foot.*
Dr. Doofenshmirtz: What? WHO ARE YOU? And why are you so gosh darned handsome!?
Rd. Ztrimhsnefood: Ahahahah! Doof! You make me! I from you! I take over world. HAIL CTHULU!
Burninator: RRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHWWWWWWRRRRRRRRR!!!!!
*The Burninator steps into the building and Doof begins to visibly sweat and fear for his safety*
Rd. Ztrimhsnefood: Rotcod Food will have glory! We kidnap you! Hold ransom. Steal eldritch power!
Dr. Doofenshmirtz: My team will save me! They’ll be back from the race soon! You’ll see.
Burninator: WE ARE COUNTING ON IT!
*The Burninator hooks Doof in his beefy arm and slams him into a cage that Doof had lying around.*
Dr. Doofenshmirtz: OW! Watch the jacket! These duds aren’t cheap. I have to make my alimony last you know!
Burninator: WE WILL HAVE YOUR TEAM. USE THEM TO WIN. YOU CAN KISS THE TRI STATE AREA GOODBYE!
Rd. Ztrimhsnefood: WAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!
*DUN DUN DUN! How will Doof escape? What does this mean for our heroes? – Is this really just a classy story driven way to write the team off for Nov, Dec, and Jan? PROBABLY BUT I PLANNED AHEAD!*
*We open in the offices of the DEI building in the tri-state area. A downtrodden Dr. Doof has been left behind while his team has gone to the Sippy cup finals. Phroooaggh has been training them and preparing them for the worst. Doof has felt a little left out with his team having turned on him and stolen his eldritch powers. He sits at the dining room table, shedding manly tears into his lean cuisine.*
Dr. Doofenshmirtz: *Sigh* I don’t even like Brussels Sprouts.
*Begrudgingly he eats the brassicas. His face contorts with displeasure.*
Dr. Doofenshmirtz: I suppose I don’t deserve any better. I betrayed my scientific roots! My father in Gimmelstump is probably SO embarrassed of me! … Well I mean he was before anyhow so this shouldn’t be a surprise. But even Perry has abandoned me. How will we complete our goal of taking over the tri-state area now?
*He sighs again and gets up to wander his lab. His Sanctum Sanctimonious is back to normal. Full of scientific equipment with questionable lab safety standards and at least five OSHA violations per square meter. He pats a large ray gun on the body … and it blows up in his face*
Dr. Doofenshmirtz: Why do I keep putting self-destruct buttons in the most touchable locations on my inators?
*He continues down the hall and stubs his toe on a machine which whirs to life and zaps him, his pants begin to overflow with whipped cream and Squirrels emerge from his jacket.*
Dr. Doofenshmirtz: AHHHHHH! WHY DID I INVENT THIS?
*A doorknob turning can be heard. The door is locked and whoever is at the door is mad at this and rattles the door.*
Dr. Doofenshmirtz: Oh Perry The Platypus!!! Good to see you! How strange to use the door though. Why not swing in on a rope through the-
*The door begins to burn down. Through the hole steps a deformed Doof-alike. He clomps his way in on his bent up legs and hunched over back. He laughs, his hair and eyes an unkempt mess. He is spouting words in Ancient R’lyehian. Doof is put on the back foot.*
Dr. Doofenshmirtz: What? WHO ARE YOU? And why are you so gosh darned handsome!?
Rd. Ztrimhsnefood: Ahahahah! Doof! You make me! I from you! I take over world. HAIL CTHULU!
Burninator: RRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHWWWWWWRRRRRRRRR!!!!!
*The Burninator steps into the building and Doof begins to visibly sweat and fear for his safety*
Rd. Ztrimhsnefood: Rotcod Food will have glory! We kidnap you! Hold ransom. Steal eldritch power!
Dr. Doofenshmirtz: My team will save me! They’ll be back from the race soon! You’ll see.
Burninator: WE ARE COUNTING ON IT!
*The Burninator hooks Doof in his beefy arm and slams him into a cage that Doof had lying around.*
Dr. Doofenshmirtz: OW! Watch the jacket! These duds aren’t cheap. I have to make my alimony last you know!
Burninator: WE WILL HAVE YOUR TEAM. USE THEM TO WIN. YOU CAN KISS THE TRI STATE AREA GOODBYE!
Rd. Ztrimhsnefood: WAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!
*DUN DUN DUN! How will Doof escape? What does this mean for our heroes? – Is this really just a classy story driven way to write the team off for Nov, Dec, and Jan? PROBABLY BUT I PLANNED AHEAD!*
