So, with support from others…here's a sequel to two of my oneshots in one: "Jawg's Bathtime" and "Sludge Bath". Mixels is owned by LEGO and Cartoon Network, but I own the Mildudes.


It was another week in Mixel Land. So, for the Mildudes, it meant one thing: it was once again time for Mutilegg's weekly sludge bath. Last time's was…quite an interesting one. What with Mutilegg's rubber duck being broken and him using a Nixel as a replacement toy.

Unfortunately for him that day, the Nixels didn't dare to ambush the Junkyard on this day of the week anymore…and his rubber duck was STILL broken.

Of course, the yolky tears poured down. Of course, Raffie and Freakbug felt bad for their baby brother. But there was nothing they could do for it. So, once again, they had to just sit him down and take his sludge bath while they kept watch in case of invasions, leaving him alone. Once again.


Meanwhile, Jawg had started a small walk…on his own. Since he had been good, he didn't get dirty in the presence of his brothers…meaning he wouldn't get jumped by them unexpectedly for getting ridiculously dirty again.

But oh, how he wished he could extract his full revenge. How he could show THEM the joys of being filthy. But alas, they would only see that if he could jump them while he was at his worst.

…And as luck would have it, he found himself in the Junkyard. He sniffed around here. He sniffed around there…but nothing was tickling his fancy that much. Until he spotted his chance.


Mutilegg was still moping while taking his sludge bath. Then, he noticed Jawg in the distance.

"…Puppy?" He said in confusion, as Jawg was alerted to him…mainly by the smell.

Oh, the smell. It was rancid, it was awful. It was…just what Jawg was looking for. Suddenly, he dashed off.

"…Puppy…" Mutilegg said sadly, as he started to sniffle.

But, right before the tears fully started to flow, Jawg was suddenly back right next to him, holding something in his mouth. It was pink, aqua, and sort of ragged.

It was a second shower cap.

Jawg calmly bowed down and let Mutilegg gently place it on his head…and then reared back and cannonballed into the sludge, sending a tidal wave onto the top of them. But all Mutilegg could do was laugh. This was as much fun as last bathtime!


Later, Freakbug and Raffie walked back from their patrol duty to check out how their little brother was doing. And once again, reacted in shock.

Mutilegg was splattered in the green gunk and sour milk "soap", which was to be expected of him. However, he was now happily using his back scrubber on Jawg's back, coating the Fang Gang leader in thick layers of the same sickening off-white and green messes. Jawg's teeth were also coated with the same gunk.

"…Isn't that the Fang Gang leader?" Freakbug whispered to Raffie.

"I think so…" She whispered back. "But as long as Mutilegg's happy…and he seems happy, too…"

And Jawg was…especially with his next plan…


Jawg decided to forego being dried off with the oily rags that Mutilegg was, leaving him a sopping and stinky mess. He took the shortest way he knew to get back home. And when he got home…

"JAWG, NO!"

SHAKE, SHAKE, SHAKE! As rapid as he could, Jawg shook his gunky body all around, splattering everything: the walls, the furniture, but most importantly: splattering Gobba and Chomly.

The gunk hit…and it hit fast and hard…this time, Jawg was able to SHARE the gunk with his brothers.

Of course, this led to twice the scolding, a long and tedious triple-bathing, and more cleaning than they wanted to, but Jawg didn't care. He was happy.

And now that he found a tribe the reveled in stink, he could do this once a week. And his brothers would be none the wiser.

THE END