Post by Dave D-Flipz on Apr 10, 2022 11:02:22 GMT -5
Rd. Ztrimhsnefood: STUPID COMPUTER! Why you no work for Rd. Food? How supposed spy on teams when computer keep crashing.
Dr. Doofenshmirtz: Did you try turning it off and on again?
Rd. Ztrimhsnefood: Me do that 100 times! … … Me try again. PRAISE CHTHULU screen working again.
*We open up inside the hidden underground basement lair of Rd. Food and the Burninator where we still find the evil eldritch clone of Dr. Doof, financial backer of Angry Mad Chemists racing team and man of science, tapping away at a high tech computer. He seems to be spying on the other teams with it.*
Dr. Doofenshmirtz: I give it five minutes. It’s just like that time in Gimmelshtump! It works until you do something to trigger the problem and BAM! Screen saver full of lawn gnomes …
Burninator: BRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!
*The dragon waggles his beefy neck arm in the air at Doof. He sits off to the side of the large stone X that Doof is still chained to.*
Dr. Doofenshmirtz: Oh come on talking is what I do, you guys have had me chained here for months, the least you can do is entertain my foibles! I mean even Perry the Platypus lets me ramble on.
Rd. Ztrimhsnefood: Is fine. He harmless.
Burninator: Raaah?
Rd. Ztrimhsnefood: No no HARMless. Not like Dylan Black. People notice missing limbs. No tear arm off.
Dr. Doofenshmirtz: Yes PLEASE! Don’t rip my arms off, sheesh!
*The computer now seems to be showing a scene of an empty garage.*
Rd. Ztrimhsnefood: Hmm.. EOD not home. Been gone over a month. We need their book power! Need more eldritch energies. First ghost car stops being ghost car, now horror team vanish! WHAT UP WITH THAT?
*An image of a man-sized penis covered in smaller penii occupies the screen. It dances around. Food covers his eyes in horror.*
Burninator: REEEEEEK!
Rd. Ztrimhsnefood: NO! IS HORRID! WHAT? Don’t Touch Junk Racing? Oh no why it dancing!? NEED EYE BLEACH.
*Doof starts humming the tune to “You Spin Me Right Round” as Food recoils from the spinning meat. Food slams his hand on the computer to change the channel. We are now staring at a golden crotch covering. Food slams the computer again.*
Rd. Ztrimhsnefood: No No this no work! Why it giving me these views! Need know what is going on!
*We cut to a meeting between the investors at XHF talking about the missing chemists.*
Dr. Doofenshmirtz: Oh looks like you punishing Billy for losing by chaining him here was a bad move. It drew attention!
*Food dominithinks for a moment then calls to Burninator.*
Rd. Ztrimhsnefood: Hmm he right. Can’t risk being found yet. Bring Billy!
*Burninator leaves the room and comes in carrying Billy Lastname, horrible driver of AMC, by the throat in his beefy arm. He tosses the bruised and dirty man to the floor. Chains rattling as we see his four limbs are all locked together in front of him with very little allowance for movement.*
Billy: Ugh … my head. You guys suck worse than Captain Hammer.
Rd. Ztrimhsnefood: Yes yes me have change of heart. You, adorable human, me sorry for ruining your reputation and making you miss race. Not sorry for forcing you to make 12 month badonkadonk calendar tho. That make us much funds!
Billy: Yes, I’m so glad you enjoy my fluid stuffed derriere. Means so much that you used that stupid indoctrinator on me to objectify me. Great science work.
Rd. Ztrimhsnefood: Thank you. Me think so too. Much appreciation!
*Billy sighs and drops his head as the sarcasm misses its mark and hits the computer … which crashes again*
Rd. Ztrimhsnefood: BLAST IT ALL!
*Food strokes his chin.*
Rd. Ztrimhsnefood: That’s it! Me allow you to race again. Need keep appearances up. Burny! Bring him to shower and give him car access. Could use positive attention.
*Burninator picks up Billy again.*
Billy: EEK! NOT THE NO NO PARTS! YOU’RE CRUSHING IT-
*Billy yelps and passes out as the beefy armed dragon toddles off with him up into the upper levels of the hideout.*
Dr. Doofenshmirtz: Well that was unusually violent.
Rd. Ztrimhsnefood: YOU! You work computer. Me sick of crashes. You give me reports every three hour. Tell me what other teams doing. Any eldritch energies!
*Food releases Doof’s restraints so he can move about the room, still attached to the block by long chains. No escape.*
Dr. Doofenshmirtz: Gee … thanks. I’ll get right on that.
Rd. Ztrimhsnefood: You do or I find you daughter!
Dr. Doofenshmirtz: NOT VANESSA! You monster! That’s not playing fair, you aren’t evil. You’re a … well a mean person!
*Food laughs as he leaves the room.*
Dr. Doofenshmirtz: Ugh. Where’s Perry the Platypus when you need him?
*Cut to an image of a Platypus wearing a fedora sitting in a fancy chair in a high tech hidden lair underneath a suburban home. He stares at a giant screen where a moustachioed man appears on it.*
Major Monogram: Agent P! We are beginning to worry. Nobody has even seen Dr. Doofenshmirtz in months. No evil schemes, no inators. We have someone here to help you find out what’s going on!
Sonic: Hey little platypus! Got any chili dogs around here?
Agent P: *platypus noises*
Sonic: That’s … no good. Your villain has gone spontaneously missing too huh? Well with your gadgets and my speed we should be able to find them in NO time!
*The blue hedgehog sprints off screen and in two seconds appears next to Perry. He gives a thumbs up to the screen and we cut to...*
Rd. Ztrimhsnefood: GENTLEMEN! How are my power sources doing these days?
*We see Ovi Kintobor panting and barely able to keep pumping his legs on his human hamster wheel. Ian Brundle is nearly drowning in the tub of his own sweat being used to cool the reactors and such.*
Rd. Ztrimhsnefood: Hmm … I see. Ok backup generators on. We change up punishment. Ready for … fun?
Ovi: *panting, collapsing* Oh boy. I’m so enthused by the tone of your voice you rotten mirror image.
Ian: *sputtering and spitting up sweat* Uh. Um … all indicators suggest that uh, we, uh, are in for more … creative … creative punishments. For existing. That’s chaos theory.
*Food laughs maniacally as he pulls the broken men to another room…*
*Doof is seen clicking on the computer. Feeds from other teams click by. Dancing dick man, empty garage, man buffing a Porsche, skeleton man adjusting a black car’s spoilers, giant platypus sleeping, some turtles eating pizza, a furry convention it would seem, finally it lands on a black screen. Text appears to Doof*
<You seem to be an ok person. Not good … but … better than the horrors I’ve seen. I’ve been deliberately sabotaging the eldritch goons. Perhaps you and I could be of assistance to each other>
Dr. Doofenshmirtz: … Well … I’ll take whatever help I can get. What you got for me computer?
*Fade out*
Dr. Doofenshmirtz: Did you try turning it off and on again?
Rd. Ztrimhsnefood: Me do that 100 times! … … Me try again. PRAISE CHTHULU screen working again.
*We open up inside the hidden underground basement lair of Rd. Food and the Burninator where we still find the evil eldritch clone of Dr. Doof, financial backer of Angry Mad Chemists racing team and man of science, tapping away at a high tech computer. He seems to be spying on the other teams with it.*
Dr. Doofenshmirtz: I give it five minutes. It’s just like that time in Gimmelshtump! It works until you do something to trigger the problem and BAM! Screen saver full of lawn gnomes …
Burninator: BRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!
*The dragon waggles his beefy neck arm in the air at Doof. He sits off to the side of the large stone X that Doof is still chained to.*
Dr. Doofenshmirtz: Oh come on talking is what I do, you guys have had me chained here for months, the least you can do is entertain my foibles! I mean even Perry the Platypus lets me ramble on.
Rd. Ztrimhsnefood: Is fine. He harmless.
Burninator: Raaah?
Rd. Ztrimhsnefood: No no HARMless. Not like Dylan Black. People notice missing limbs. No tear arm off.
Dr. Doofenshmirtz: Yes PLEASE! Don’t rip my arms off, sheesh!
*The computer now seems to be showing a scene of an empty garage.*
Rd. Ztrimhsnefood: Hmm.. EOD not home. Been gone over a month. We need their book power! Need more eldritch energies. First ghost car stops being ghost car, now horror team vanish! WHAT UP WITH THAT?
*An image of a man-sized penis covered in smaller penii occupies the screen. It dances around. Food covers his eyes in horror.*
Burninator: REEEEEEK!
Rd. Ztrimhsnefood: NO! IS HORRID! WHAT? Don’t Touch Junk Racing? Oh no why it dancing!? NEED EYE BLEACH.
*Doof starts humming the tune to “You Spin Me Right Round” as Food recoils from the spinning meat. Food slams his hand on the computer to change the channel. We are now staring at a golden crotch covering. Food slams the computer again.*
Rd. Ztrimhsnefood: No No this no work! Why it giving me these views! Need know what is going on!
*We cut to a meeting between the investors at XHF talking about the missing chemists.*
Dr. Doofenshmirtz: Oh looks like you punishing Billy for losing by chaining him here was a bad move. It drew attention!
*Food dominithinks for a moment then calls to Burninator.*
Rd. Ztrimhsnefood: Hmm he right. Can’t risk being found yet. Bring Billy!
*Burninator leaves the room and comes in carrying Billy Lastname, horrible driver of AMC, by the throat in his beefy arm. He tosses the bruised and dirty man to the floor. Chains rattling as we see his four limbs are all locked together in front of him with very little allowance for movement.*
Billy: Ugh … my head. You guys suck worse than Captain Hammer.
Rd. Ztrimhsnefood: Yes yes me have change of heart. You, adorable human, me sorry for ruining your reputation and making you miss race. Not sorry for forcing you to make 12 month badonkadonk calendar tho. That make us much funds!
Billy: Yes, I’m so glad you enjoy my fluid stuffed derriere. Means so much that you used that stupid indoctrinator on me to objectify me. Great science work.
Rd. Ztrimhsnefood: Thank you. Me think so too. Much appreciation!
*Billy sighs and drops his head as the sarcasm misses its mark and hits the computer … which crashes again*
Rd. Ztrimhsnefood: BLAST IT ALL!
*Food strokes his chin.*
Rd. Ztrimhsnefood: That’s it! Me allow you to race again. Need keep appearances up. Burny! Bring him to shower and give him car access. Could use positive attention.
*Burninator picks up Billy again.*
Billy: EEK! NOT THE NO NO PARTS! YOU’RE CRUSHING IT-
*Billy yelps and passes out as the beefy armed dragon toddles off with him up into the upper levels of the hideout.*
Dr. Doofenshmirtz: Well that was unusually violent.
Rd. Ztrimhsnefood: YOU! You work computer. Me sick of crashes. You give me reports every three hour. Tell me what other teams doing. Any eldritch energies!
*Food releases Doof’s restraints so he can move about the room, still attached to the block by long chains. No escape.*
Dr. Doofenshmirtz: Gee … thanks. I’ll get right on that.
Rd. Ztrimhsnefood: You do or I find you daughter!
Dr. Doofenshmirtz: NOT VANESSA! You monster! That’s not playing fair, you aren’t evil. You’re a … well a mean person!
*Food laughs as he leaves the room.*
Dr. Doofenshmirtz: Ugh. Where’s Perry the Platypus when you need him?
*Cut to an image of a Platypus wearing a fedora sitting in a fancy chair in a high tech hidden lair underneath a suburban home. He stares at a giant screen where a moustachioed man appears on it.*
Major Monogram: Agent P! We are beginning to worry. Nobody has even seen Dr. Doofenshmirtz in months. No evil schemes, no inators. We have someone here to help you find out what’s going on!
Sonic: Hey little platypus! Got any chili dogs around here?
Agent P: *platypus noises*
Sonic: That’s … no good. Your villain has gone spontaneously missing too huh? Well with your gadgets and my speed we should be able to find them in NO time!
*The blue hedgehog sprints off screen and in two seconds appears next to Perry. He gives a thumbs up to the screen and we cut to...*
Rd. Ztrimhsnefood: GENTLEMEN! How are my power sources doing these days?
*We see Ovi Kintobor panting and barely able to keep pumping his legs on his human hamster wheel. Ian Brundle is nearly drowning in the tub of his own sweat being used to cool the reactors and such.*
Rd. Ztrimhsnefood: Hmm … I see. Ok backup generators on. We change up punishment. Ready for … fun?
Ovi: *panting, collapsing* Oh boy. I’m so enthused by the tone of your voice you rotten mirror image.
Ian: *sputtering and spitting up sweat* Uh. Um … all indicators suggest that uh, we, uh, are in for more … creative … creative punishments. For existing. That’s chaos theory.
*Food laughs maniacally as he pulls the broken men to another room…*
*Doof is seen clicking on the computer. Feeds from other teams click by. Dancing dick man, empty garage, man buffing a Porsche, skeleton man adjusting a black car’s spoilers, giant platypus sleeping, some turtles eating pizza, a furry convention it would seem, finally it lands on a black screen. Text appears to Doof*
<You seem to be an ok person. Not good … but … better than the horrors I’ve seen. I’ve been deliberately sabotaging the eldritch goons. Perhaps you and I could be of assistance to each other>
Dr. Doofenshmirtz: … Well … I’ll take whatever help I can get. What you got for me computer?
*Fade out*
