Adventures of Negropolis and Madman Mason (and Flippers too!) Episode 018 - The Contract

 

Adventures of Negropolis and Madman Mason (and Flippers Too!) – Episode 18: THE CONTRACT

The Misfits of Mayhem are on the brink of something huge—a championship match and a lucrative contract extension. But as Mason celebrates with reckless joy, Negropolis reads the fine print, uncovering a hidden clause that could change everything. And when Ace MacDougal takes charge of Flippers, one thing is clear—something big is brewing behind the scenes.

[Scene: The Misfits’ suite – a chaotic mix of joy, skepticism, and the occasional Scottish outburst.]

The suite’s main living area hums with energy, each member of the Misfits of Mayhem occupying their own peculiar little world.

On the sofa, Madman Mason sits grinning ear to ear, phone pressed to his cheek as he excitedly recounts his and Negropolis' monumental win against the Polar Bears—for the hundredth time.

MADMAN MASON (animated, laughing):

"Oh Edie, it was glorious! Polar Bear 1 tried to CRUSH ME like an ice block, but BAM! Mason magic, baby!"

Across from him, Flippers the emotional support penguin is perched on the armrest, fully immersed in a penguin movie, his little feet joyously twitching, chirping at all the right moments.

Mason pauses his storytelling just long enough to glance at the screen.

MADMAN MASON (excited, pointing):
"Hey Flippers, that guy looks just like you!"

Flippers chirps triumphantly, clearly agreeing with this assessment, while Mason beams with pride.

Negropolis – The Ever-Brooding

Meanwhile, at the far corner of the room, Negropolis sits rigidly in a lounge chair, cloaked in his signature stoic darkness.

The disciple of Negronomicon, the bringer of destruction and death, is doing something seemingly ordinary—reading a book.

But of course, it isn’t just any book.

The cover reads: "How to Win Friends and Then Destroy Their Lives."

His gloved fingers slowly flip through the pages, but behind his ever-present skull mask, his mind is still reeling over their shocking victory against the Polar Bears.

NEGROPOLIS (muttering, skeptical):
"I can’t believe we actually pulled that off."

Just then—the door SLAMS OPEN, shaking the walls as Ace MacDougal bursts in, nearly combusting with excitement.

ACE MACDOUGAL (booming, thick Scottish accent):

"AYE BOYS, get yer ARSES over here! I’ve got news!"

Negropolis doesn’t even flinch, gaze barely lifting from his book.

NEGROPOLIS (deadpan, unimpressed):
"Oh great. Now what? Did you find another muskrat mascot?"

Mason gasps, suddenly intrigued.

MADMAN MASON (excited):
"Wait! Do we really get a muskrat?! Flippers, buddy, you might have a little friend soon!"

Flippers chirps happily, oblivious to the sarcasm.

ACE MACDOUGAL (exasperated, waving papers):
"NO, ya daft lunatics! This is GOOD NEWS!"

He dramatically shuffles the documents, holding them up for emphasis.

ACE MACDOUGAL (proudly):
"NPCW wants to EXTEND yer contracts—AND—based on yer victory against the Polar Bears, they’re givin’ ye a TAG TITLE MATCH AT POLAR MELTDOWN!"

The room erupts with different reactions—

Mason practically vibrates in place, snatching the contract with childlike glee, flipping straight to the last page and signing it IMMEDIATELY, not reading a single word.

Negropolis, however, narrows his eyes, slowly taking his own contract, analyzing every detail with suspicion.

Ace huffs in mild frustration, shaking his head.

Negropolis – The Contract Skeptic

ACE MACDOUGAL (reassuring, waving it off):
"Negropolis, lad—I REVIEWED IT ALREADY! Everything’s in order. No need to worry!"

Negropolis shoots Ace a sharp glare, then continues scanning the document meticulously.

After a moment, he looks up with narrowed eyes.

NEGROPOLIS (questioning):
"Three years?"

ACE MACDOUGAL (nods, arms crossed):
"Aye, lad. NPCW believes in ye two so much they wanna lock ye down for the next THREE YEARS!"

Negropolis smirks slightly, continuing to read.

NEGROPOLIS (skeptical):
"Licensing fee of 10%?"

ACE MACDOUGAL (shrugging, confident):
"Aye! NPCW will license yer likeness for merchandising—10% royalty."

Negropolis grunts, unimpressed.

NEGROPOLIS (low, irritated):
"A little low… but whatever."

Just as he flips another page, his eyes catch something—a clause so interesting he reads it twice.

Flippers – The Snow Chicken Cash Cow

NEGROPOLIS (slow, calculating):
"All rights to Flippers the Emotional Support Penguin will be transferred to Scrooge Media Trust… in perpetuity."

Ace nods faster, eyes gleaming.

ACE MACDOUGAL (excited, grinning):
"Aye, lad! And a one-time transfer fee of $100,000, PLUS 2% royalty on all revenue generated from Flippers' likeness!"

Negropolis tilts his head, processing the numbers, then smirks inwardly.

NEGROPOLIS (murmuring):
"That Snow Chicken just might pay off…"

Mason returns from the washroom, claps his hands, impatient.

MADMAN MASON (whining):
"Oh just SIGN IT, Neggie—I wanna celebrate with Edie!"

Negropolis shoots him a cold glare but reluctantly signs the contract, handing it back to Ace.

Ace grins oddly, tucking the papers away with practiced ease.

Ace’s Final Plan – The Carrier Emerges

ACE MACDOUGAL (cool, casual):
"Go on then—ye boys go celebrate! I’ll handle Flippers."

Mason frowns slightly, a flicker of concern rising, but then realizes a dinner date with Edie (and a Negropolis who’s not brooding over paperwork) sounds like a great plan.

MADMAN MASON (grinning, nudging Negropolis):
"Come on, buddy! Let’s go eat!"

Negropolis groans but follows, the two leaving for the restaurant.

Once they’re gone, Ace exhales slowly, glancing down at Flippers, who tilts his head in curiosity.

Ace reaches into a bag and pulls out a small pet carrier.

ACE MACDOUGAL (smirking, voice dropping):
"Well, ole buddy… we got work to do."

As the scene fades out, Flippers lets out one last innocent chirp, completely unaware of what’s coming next…