Later Alligator Dub!
Project Overview
Later Alligator tells the story of Pat the alligator, a (mostly) harmless and (probably) innocent reptile at the center of a conspiracy that could bring down the biggest, scariest family in Alligator New York City: his own!
This game is absolutely oozing charm and love, and the writing and characters are absolutely incredible. I just wanted to get some solid actors together and have a good time giving voices to the wonderful array of characters in this game.
About me: I'm a professional voice actor who's done work at Funimation, and has been training and growing in the industry for several years. I'm a laid back dude, and I just want to have a low stress good old time putting together some voices for some good good gators.
Production plan: I plan to either release everything as one large video on youtube, or to make this a small 4 or 5 episode series broken up by the different districts in the game. The game consists of 31 family members that mostly all have a scene of dialogue and a minigame, and some minor characters that just have a couple lines of dialogue. Some of the minigames are puzzles with lots of dialogue, which will be kept, and some of the minigames are more in the realm of actual minigames, (pinball, matching, there's one that's just flappy bird) and those will be skipped. I plan on casting for all of the main characters here, and am willing to cast one actor/actress as more than one part, but probably not more than 2 or 3.
I've reached out to the creators of the game, and they've given me the go ahead so long as it's just for fun and not for payment, which means I won't be able to make these paid parts. Thank you for being understanding.
I'm just looking for some actors and actresses that are willing to make a choice with their character, take direction, and have some fun with it. Access to discord for updates and potential live direction is preferred, but I'm open to other forms of communication if you're unable/uncomfortable with that. Whether you're recording on a Neumann or your cell phone, so long as the sound comes out nice in the end it doesn't matter to me how you got it done. <3
General Notes:
A concerted effort was made in the game to make sure that the player never sees their character's face until the very end of the game. So all the lines referencing how visible the character's face/eyes are, make reference to the joke that the player can't ever actually see what they're taking about.
I am happy to give critiques on auditions if you would like! Just make sure you put it as a comment with your audition if that's something you'd like, please!
If you have any questions or concerns, please feel free to add me on Discord at Goat Boi#2596 to message me, or send me a private message here and I'll get to it as soon as I can!
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Pat is a young alligator whose birthday is today. However, he believes that his family is out to kill him, and he asks you for help to uncover what "The Event" of that evening might be.
He's a lovable coward, much like Shaggy and Scooby from Scooby Doo. He's awkward and afraid of his own shadow, but very goofy and adorable.
I think he should have a higher pitched voice, but otherwise I'm open to interpretation on this one, and he's the center of the story, so go wild with what you think this paranoid but good good gator boy should sound like.
Usually I love coming to John Johnny's on my birthday like this! Staying in the hotel, floating in the pool, eating two bagels at the continental breakfast, eating two soaps in the complimentary bath basket... But this year... I've got a problem.
Sorry, I saw your shadow over me and I thought some kind of restaurant assassin was descending from the rafters to take me out! I know there's no rafters here, but assassins are tricky! They can improvise!
I can't believe it! You found all three pairs of shoes that I own! Every shoe kind is represented here: Brown, sneakie, and tropical!
Slick Mickey should be big, loud, and have an overwhelmingly strong New York accent. He's kind of awkward, and thinks he's WAY cooler and WAY better at pulling a con than he actually is.
Hey bub! You got a minute? Or perhaps... three minutes? I ain't above askin' for five!
I saw you walkin' outta John Johnny's over there and I says to myself, Mickey you gotta talk to that mysterious stranger! A vision in pinstripes, they is!
Would you care to dabble in a high stakes game of chance and intrigue, if yah feel me? No don't actually feel me; I got a skin condition! They call me slick for a reason, and accordin' to my doc it ain't goin' away unless I start usin' that topical cream at night! But I ain't gotta listen to some jabroni with a smarty certificate, you know what I'm sayin'?
Sweet Geraldine is a super cute young teen girl who needs help operating the claw machine. She lays it on incredibly thick with the cuteness, and proclaims herself to be a criminal mastermind.
I'm known around these parts as Sweet Geraldine, criminal mastermind of the claw machine! You haven't heard of me? Honestly I'm not surprised. I leave no fingerprints and Johnny Law doesn't have a clue. Or Johnny Boyer from my geography class. At least that's what he said when I asked him to the Spring Fling...
Yeah, Pretty Petal Pure is something I'd watch 600 episodes of in rapt attention, cosplay as, and blog about-- but own a plush of?? I got STANDARDS for what laurels rest upon my pink duvet, so we'll see how this goes.
One time? At Dad's show? Pat pulled the fire alarm because he thought someone was trying to set him on fire. It turns out he just had a warm piece of pizza in his pocket. No one could find him for almost an hour until the fire fighters pulled him out of the concert hall's crawl space. He ate the pizza.
Joanie is a greaser, and they love to play pinball. Joanie is also canonically non-binary, so a neutral pitch is best.
I haven't seen you here before, stranger. Alligator New York City is a big place, but we tend to have regulars, you know? Like Rocko and Bonnie over there. Those two are here every day, but you... I'd remember such a visible face like yours.
Ah, sorry for being a real jerk, I've just been a little frazzled since last night. I had a dream that I was a ski-ball, and some sticky fingered kid kept throwing me into the ten-point hole. "Go for the fifty, dingus!" I tried to yell, but bein' a ball and all, the ding dong couldn't hear me.
Pat's my cousin, and also the most genuine doof I know, so you better be nice to him, you hear? I wouldn't want to have to pop you one. I'm told I got a mean left hook. And a moderately insulting right hook. And a kick that could benefit from some anger management courses.
Maria is Pat's mom, and she's just as sweet and loving as can be. Give me as much mom energy as you possibly can. Thinking that a Bostonian accent would be perfect for her.
Oh dear, I think I may have left my scrapbooking scissors at home on accident... Oh! I found my scissors! It must have been your approach that gave me good luck stranger! I'm Maria, It's wonderful to meet you!
Do you mean my son Pat? Oh, I'm just so proud of him! It's his birthday today, don'tcha know? He's so funny with how he treats himself to a hotel stay every year on the day! He just loves that continental breakfast! And those free tiny soaps. I do get concerned that he eats too many of those however. Suds shouldn't be coming out the snoot of a boy that age...
Since you're already going around town, would you mind snapping some pictures of the family? I doubt that anyone would want me to use their photos from the early 2000s. We all made some pretty questionable wardrobe decisions back in those days.
Tony is Pat's dad, and is possibly the most stereotypical dad of a dad that I've ever seen. His minigame literally involves helping him work his grill. Bring out your full dad-ness!
He also, however, is painfully blunt about his own age and mortality. He's probably a big reason that Pat is the way that he is.
Heya kiddo, how're ya doin' today?! Me? Any day above ground right? *Laugh* Just a little mortality joke for ya, since I can only relate to my subconscious fears through deflection. Hi deflection, I'm dad!
Ya see this big guy right here? This sweet piece of metal is the GrillMaestro 300X, the undisputed king of the finest grilling technology man has ever known! Can't wait to fire this baby up and do some proper firing! I just... gotta figure out how to start it! And cook with it. And hopefully stop it before the rising flames consume us all.
Of course I know Pat! That's one of my boys! The smaller one of em that wears a hat. He's a good kid, but a little skittish. Between you and me, I think that bun coulda used a little more time in the oven! *laugh* I convey affection through heartless critique! I learned it from my father! HI MY FATHER, I'M DAD!!
Derry is as over the top of a blatant super nerd as possible. I want his voice to be high pitched and SUPER nasally.
Good evening to you fellow traveler! Have you come to imbibe some ales after your long journey as well? Garcon! Fetch us your finest novelty wine based on a popular sci-fi television show!
Nice suit. I like dabbling in a little bit of cosplay myself! Why, last year at Alligator Comic Con I dressed as a character of my own creation. Derilous, Great Wizard of the North! My brother Mickey helped me put it together, though he did get it a bit... Slimy.
I'm Derry, known as the terror of the east side in most Magicks: the Happening card game circles. On campus I'm known as the terror of the AP Bio lab, or "the one with that haircut."
Gentle Lorenzo is Pat's SUPER BUFF younger brother. A total bro, but also a total sweetheart. Lean into that BRO energy.
Sorry Brosephine, I didn't see you there, shrouded in total shadow by the monolith of my beefy bod!
Me? People call me Lorenzo, on account of it being my name. I work downtown at the Brodega fitness center and mini mart, being inspirational, aspirational, and non-recreational. I'm very serious about my job, Brosanne.
The Event? You mean tonight? To tell you the truth, Brolette, I was sworn to secrecy. On my honor, over a bottle of whey protein and a stack of those muscle magazines I keep under my bed. My strong jaw is strongly closed. Although.. despite my problem-free, GMO-free lifestyle, I am having a muscle tissue issue I could use some help with.
Lizzy is very much a valley girl, but low energy and effortless. A little monotone would be healthy in this one, I think.
Um, hello?? Do you mind stepping approximately three to seven steps to the right? You're blocking the sun, and the luminous scales highlighter I applied is NOT living up to it's customer review section.
I've been out here ALL day with my new phone trying to get the perfect shot, but I just can't seem to look effortless enough. This one here? I TOTALLY have an expression, which is a super no no in selfie town. I need to look just the right amount of disaffected with just the right amount of lip gloss, because this lip gloss won't pay for itself. You know cause... I pay for it. Me. Like, I buy it.
Pat? Oh you mean Joanie's cousin Pat? Oh my god, Pat is HILARIOUS. Last year? When I spent the holidays with Joanie's family? Pat had a ton of egg nog and thought the Christmas tree was a hired assassin, and ran face first into a nutcracker display to escape.
Skids is just a really nice, sweet, and oblivious kid that has a pretty tough home life. His mom barely remembers that he exists, and his older siblings are both spoiled brats. He just wants some friends, and to play hide and seek. A sweet soft voice would be great for this lil guy.
Hi. Uhm. Wanna hear something neat? Did you know. Uhm. Did you know this gazebo here is haunted by. Uhm. Like. A hundred million ghosts? Uh huh. Mmmhmm. It's true. My cousin Giovanni told me so. That's why I'm playing over here! You know, just in case I can meet one, uhm, so we can be friends.
Uhm. I'm Skids. But my mom usually calls me "the other one", or "who left this here". Sometimes Bonnie Milligan calls me squids at recess. My teacher says it's just cause she likes me!
I think Pat's my cousin... Like the cousin that comes after cousin? Like, the sequel to cousin. Second cousin. I like Pat. He shares his meatballs with me and always plays fun games. He's so cool.
Giovanni is a really awkward classic teen gator. He likes soda a bunch. Just as teeny as a teen can get. Lots of voice cracks in this one, please!
Huh?! I'm not doing anything. I mean, well, that's not exactly true. I'm standing here. I'm... existing. Somewhat. My snoot is running from ragweed allergies. I'm not doing anything that has to do with this soda machine though! Nope. Nothing at all!
I'm... Giovanni. Just... a t-totally cool gator teen who hangs out at the park! By himself. With... the soda.
Pat? Oh, my cousin Pat. Yeah, he's great. We used to play a lot more when I was a little kid, but I still think he's pretty cool. Sometimes he'll meet me at the mall food court after school and we get nachos. I'm lactose intolerant, but he gets 'em for me anyways. He's a total bro.
Snobby, snooty, and way over the top, this guy is as spoiled rotten as they come. The only one worthy of his respect, of course, is his darling sister.
I say, you there! Vagrant! Hobo King! Come here a moment!
I agree sister, but you know as well that I had to find an unbiased bonehead for our beneficiary. So anyone at the estate was out! Besides, you know how weary I grow of literally everyone we know in the whole world.
Indeed, sister! Perhaps with that pinstripe style, they've spent the last thirty or so years locked in a storage closet with their fingers in their ears. And their other fingers in their eyeballs. And fingers yet still in their nose!
Snobby, snooty, and way over the top, this girl is as spoiled rotten as they come. The only one worthy of her respect, of course, is her darling brother.
Brother, I don't think they're a vagrant. They've got that suit on. Perhaps they're some sort of hobo king?
Honestly brother, what are we even doing in this filthy part of town?! Even breathing the air outside this seedy watering hole is making my scales lose their highly regarded luster!
Anyway, if you're talking about tonight then we have no qualms spilling the whole secret to you. That is, if only you'd do us the smallest of favors. You see, our beloved daddy passed away just recently due to various poison related complications...
A huge hippie for the first part. Here's a voice reference from Zootopia, because I think it's pretty much exactly what I'm looking for: https://youtu.be/VACTx6Qthb4?t=52
Big surprise, the mysticism stuff he was into was actually real! You help him ascend to a new form in his minigame. If you could, please change his voice in the last line to that effect. Some vocal effects will be placed on his voice after that happens as well. Please check MY audition (firestar9888) for reference to this.
Hey man, you got any change or novelty tie dye apparel? Woooah Starchild, I can, like, feel your energy from over here. I'd say it's what's harshing my whole thing right now... but the truth is I free-cycled some really gnarly bagels for lunch today out of the dumpster over there.
I sorta knew someone would seek me out today. I'm, like, a bit of a clairvoyant, according to some sub-forums I visit online. Plus I own a somewhat unsettling amount of powerful crystals. Their potent energies course through me to my inner core.
I can tell you a bit about the event now, since I am now a being of pure energy and knowledge given form. But also a being that is extremely good at keeping secrets. What little I can tell you is that it concerns Pat, for a certain reason. That is really all that I can say.
A Big and Tall Boy. Deep voice, he's a little dorky. He's on his phone a ton, but it's broken, and he needs you to fix it.
Oh hey. Didn't see you down there. Can you move about two centimeters to the right? The placement of my eyes is particularly wacky.
Ugh, this isn't going to work, I stored the number I need here. In my broken phone... How did anyone even get by before modern cell phone technology? How did they send each other messages, or watch videos about people drinking a gallon of milk and then throwing up? I guess I'll just have to write letters now, and film myself barfing on VHS. Just like the pilgrims would have.
Folks call me Tall Jared. I don't really get it though. Honestly, I'm not even the tallest Jared that I personally know. Yeah, let that info sink in for a while. I can see your imagination running wild in your extremely visible eyes.
Bobby Blue Eyes is a real tough guy mob boss type, but it's really a big act. He hits his "fingie" with a spoon and tears up a little. I think his voice should be deep, and either really raspy or really gravelly.
What are you starin' at, chump? Put those peepers away before I yank 'em clear out yer skull.
What, you think you're a tough guy or somethin'? You think you can roll in here in a pinstripe suit not dissimilar to my own and share a passing glance with me? Well, you've got another thing comin' to ya pally, and it ain't nothin' good.
Pat? That little jabroni is my first cousin, once removed. Kinda like how I'm about to remove your eyes, as I mentioned previously in the conversation... Do you think the red sauce thing was too far? Maybe it was too far. I'm testin' out some new tough guy material tonight, so it's a bit hit or miss.
A slightly senile grandpa that sells bugs. Just give me your best most classic cheery grandpa that you can!
Bugs! Bugs for sale! More than one even, unlike what the sign implies. Yeah, I sell bugs here. No, not for baitin'. For eatin'! We're alligators, and we eat bugs, which is something you know because you exist here. Canonically.
Most people call me Papouli, but my real name is Mortimer Giles Jr. the third and a half. On account of my grandfather being perfectly bisected by a wheat thresher during the Great Depression.
Eh? Did you say Pat? Why that's my Grandson's name! But also the name of the nurse that comes to massage the kinks out of my tale on Tuesdays. Did you mean Pat, or Pat? You'll have to speak up, I'm hard of hearing due to a condition where I stop listening mid-sentence and think about the war.
Pat's Grandma, and the owner of a very haunted antique shop. Like Maria, she should have a Bostonian accent, just older and with more wily, spooky, card shark grandma energy to it.
Welcome to Nana Rue's, where if there's ooze on yer shoes, it's just cause a' tha boos. It's haunted as all get out in here, sweetheart, so mind the ectoplasm.
Well sugarpie, as the sign may have alerted you, I'm the one and only Nana Rue herself. Purveyor of only the finest antique goods and the finest antique store owners. *laugh* Go on honey, tell me I'm lookin good for my age!!
My sweet sweet Patrick! He's my absolute shortest grandson! Why it seems like only yesterday he would run about the shop, squealing about ghosts trying to eat his kidneys and hiding in humorously oversized vases...
The matriarch of the Valentino family, she is cruel, selfish, and calculating. But she definitely didn't poison her husband or anything. Definitely not.
A deeper tone would be best for this one.
You're late! I've been waiting for over an hour! What do you MEAN you do not work here?! Well, it's not as if you can fault me for thinking so, what with the drab wardrobe and pathetic, sunken eyes.
I am merely a lonely widow left behind for the great beyond by my beloved late husband Horace. Oh Horace, always such a wonderful wisp of a man! Even at his most poisoned, he forever remained regal, kind, and absurdly wealthy.
Oh I can't even imagine attending the event unchaperoned! If only my poor, dear husband had been less poisoned, I wouldn't have to suffer such horrific indignities.
A very grouchy grandma that doesn't want you to look at her cards, at all, for any reason. She challenges you to Old Maid on the trolley.
She is very very old and very very grouchy.
Eh?! Did you say something?! I see you over there eyein' my cards youngun', but I ain't givin' em to yah! Last time I was givin' m' cards away was long before you were born, and now look at me! I'm OLD! See what sharing gets you?! Aging irreparably!!
What, did Pat tell you to go steal his great aunt's cards? Because if he did, I ain't gonna give him his Christmas present this year! Which is of course a bag of oranges and a strange tin of popcorn from 1987!
I ain't tellin' a kid like you nothin. Although... you could play me for the information. AS LONG AS YOU DON'T STARE AT MY CARDS. What do you say kiddo? Think you can beat an old maid at old maid?
Just a very very sweet old grandpa. The kind you could sit and listen to tell stories for hours. He drives the Trolley around town.
Oh, hello there! I don't usually get visitors in the control room like this. It's actually quite nice to have some company besides the various rodents ardently trying to eat my feet and ankles.
Call me Clancy. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Unless you're in here to rob me, in which case I'd ask you kindly not to take the dollar I have in my breast pocket. That's for my afternoon old man licorice snack. If I don't have that, I'll turn back into a pumpkin!
Pat? My grandson? A funny fellow, that. Always wearing his little hat and bandana. Makes him really recognizable though. You know, like for marketing and such. Funny fellow, that Pat.
A creepy guy who you meet in an alleyway, he wants you to peruse the sketchy wares he has hidden in his trenchcoat. The joke is that he seems menacing, but he's actually sweet and just wants you to critique his paintings. Maria hired him to do a little art for the event.
Here's a reference clip, because I think it's pretty much exactly what I'm looking for: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jk7ADzhTQQw
You look like an alligator of good taste. I can tell just by the very visible expression you're giving off. A gator of high calibur; of luxury few can afford! I may have just what you're looking for, my friend.
You see this coat? Nice, right? Got it at the Creep's Warehouse semi-annual sale. I have some interesting wares inside it, as well as my bus pass. Which is less interesting, but has a fun puffy sticker of a hot dog on it.
Let us just call me Gary for now, yeah? Good ole Gary. Trustworthy Gary. Gary ain't never hurt a fly. I mean, like, for sport. I always eat any fly I hurt. You know, circle of life for bug eating alligators, and all that.
Big Mama is ANCIENT. She's never seen, and literally stays inside of a coffin. Her age in the game is described as BC. Basically, Very Very Old.
She reads your fortune, and is the Oldest Maid.
Her words should be very drawn out and slow.
Come closer... Yes... Let me see your face... You've made it so far, to come here. Then again, I've learned that everywhere you go, that's the farthest you've ever gone!
I'm as old as time itself. You are not ready to yet know the depths of my being.
Wisdom comes from knowledge. To learn more, you must come closer, sit, and light the candle.
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