Wow...found this lying around. Can't believe I never finished it. Well, here's my chance. Just in case any of you guys were wondering what happened, here we go!
By the way, I do apologize in advance if I'm not supposed to revive this, but I hate leaving this story untold, especially seeing how even I was able to laugh at my own stuff. I promise, next time I write a story, I won't wait over a year to finish it. Also, I'm sorry if this final chapter isn't up to par with the first bits of my story. Hard to get back in the swing of things when it's been over a year.LAST TIME ON DANGERESQUE 5!
Dangeresque thought he had beaten the Burninator. That is, until Trogdor escaped from his trap. Now, Dangeresque faced a ferocious-looking Burninator.
D: Great. Just great. Gotta miss my freakin' massage. I hope you're happy Trogdor!
D: Now what do I do? Hey, Wise Guy. Why don't you...do...something wise and tell me what to do!
WG: YOU NEED TO BEAT TROGDOR!
D: I know, I KNOW! Gosh, can't you tell me how I'm supposed to?
*car phone rings*
R: Dangeresque? It's Reynaldo. Have you beaten Trogdor yet?
D: Um, no, because some stupid wise guy gave me crappy advice.
SM: I'M NOT STUPID!
*Strong Mad proceeds to chase Strong Bad*
SB: Hey, hey! I was only kidding! Hey, here you go, big boy. Here's your teddy bear!
SM: TEDDY! TEDDY!
SB: That's right. Go fetch the teddy!
*Throws teddy a long distance*
*Strong Mad chases after the teddy*
SM: TEDDY!
SB: Now that that's taken care of...
D: Reynaldo, have you got any freakin idea on how to beat Trogdor? My massage is in an hour and I hate being late.
R: Well, there is one option. You must find Trogdor a female dragon!
D: What? A female dragon? Where am I supposed to find a female dragon?
*fire comes from the right, burning Strong Sad dressed up as Dangeresque*
SS: Ow! Very! Hot! Burning! Pain! Once! Again! Ow!
*cuts to Strong Bad as Dangeresque with black sharpie marker colored all over him*
D: Wow. Talk about being burnt to a crisp. Where did that come from?
*looks to see Homestar dressed up as a pink dragon*
SB: WHAT? Homestar, I thought I told you to go home. And why are you a pink dragon?
H: I'm a dragon! I'm here to rescue you!
SB: Homestar, dragons don't save people. They burn them!
H: What's all this black stuff all over you? You need a washup. ACH PHOO!
*spits on Strong Bad*
SB: Uh, great. Now I'm covered in Homestar...saliva. Which is a whole lot worse than being covered up in regular saliva.
H: There you go. Now to clean you.
SB: Homestar wait!
*Homestar starts to clean Strong Bad with a kleenex, Strong Bad can be heard in the background, with Homestar heard in the foreground, but only Homestar can be seen, with Strong Bad now in a puff of black smoke*
H (in foreground): And get right here, and right here, and right here, and right here, and right here...
SB (in background): No! Homestar, stop! Strong Mad, where are you? Get this freak offa me! The Cheat, get over here and help me!
*Homestar moves away, revealing 1936 Strong Bad*
1936 SB: I say, you've wiped away all of my color. You miserable egghead!
H: Thanks! Come again sometime!
*Homestar walks away*
1936 SB: I say, I think I need help from The Sneak. The Sneak!
*enter The Cheat*
TC: enememememe (Strong Bad, what happened to you?)
1936 SB: The Sneak, I was about to say the same thing to you. Why do you look like a block of cheese?
*The Cheat takes out a pepper shaker and shakes it over 1936 Strong Bad*
*1936 SB sneezes, taking the gray off of him and reverting back to regular Strong Bad.*
SB: Whoa. Thanks The Cheat! Now, to finish the film.
Narrator: After a brief distraction, I returned to my objective: How to defeat Trogdor and still make it to my massage in an hour.
D: A female dragon? Where am I going to find one of those?
*enter Marzipan wearing same pink dragon suit worn earlier by Homestar*
M: Strong Bad, this is animal cruelty. Coloring fictional creatures like this. Especially in such a stereotypical light.
SB: Yeah, yeah, yell at me later. I just wanna finish my film!
D: Whoa, there's one! Hiya, Mrs. Dragon, are you busy tonight?
Female Dragon: I am here to help you by stopping Trogdor.
D: Whoa! Helping me stop Trogdor AND letting me get my massage? You, my friend, are golden. Like french fries. And certain brick roads I hear about.
Narrator: So I escorted the female dragon, or Linz as she was called, to Trogdor
D: Trogdor, this is Linz. She is here for you.
T: TROGDOR!
*Trogdor, who is Coach Z in a green dragon suit, moves closer*
T: TROGDOR LIKE! TROGDOR KEEP!
Narrator: And so, Trogdor and Linz went back into the cave, where they were never heard from again...at least for this story. With that settled, I made it to my massage on time.
*Dangeresque on his stomach on a cot*
D: Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, baby, that's the spot. That's the spot!
*pans up to hot Homsar*
H: DAHAHAHAHA! I'M FOREVER YOUR GIRL!