Super Chuck Chapter 1, a misc. cartoons fanfic

Super Chuck:
A Chuck E. Cheese's Fanfic

Chapter 1

"Nothing can stop me now!" laughed the psychotic beaver named Justin. "With just the right amount of this, a little bit of that, and all of Pasqually's great recipes, there's absolutely nothing standing between me and world domination! Or at least opening a rival pizza restaurant. Still, I will rule the world, or my name isn't Justin..." Why he never bothered to finish that sentence was beyond anybody's comprehension, but he really was a beaver. His biggest frustration would come from the fact that everybody else kept mistaking him for a gopher or a woodchuck. But he thrived on causing problems for the members of Munch's Make-Believe Band and its star, the musical mouse of marvelous talent, Chuck E. Cheese.

Night and day, Chuck was a superstar living up to his mission statement: considering he began as an orphan and never had a birthday party of his own, he made up for it by ensuring that other kids who had a party at the restaurant of his namesake would leave a lifelong impression on them. But because he and the band were simultaneously acting as recording artists doing albums (as well as the fact Pasqually was a pizza chef), he was busy enough as it was without any further distractions. But now a new twist was about to come into play.

After recording a cover version of another song to be included in one of his shows, Chuck noticed Pasqually was feeling down in the dumps. "Hey, Pasqually," the mouse called. "Something bothering you? You're usually happier than this while you're playing the drums."

"Sorry, Chuck E.," Pasqually replied, "but I just went back to the kitchen and noticed that my cookbook was missing."

"Again?"

"Yes, again! And in its place was...uh...this." The chef held up a strange-looking glowing ball that gave off an eerie-looking bluish-purple color.

"Whoa! What is that?"

"That's what I was wanting to ask you."

Helen, Munch, and Jasper had entered by that point, and were equally just as shocked to see what Pasqually was holding. "What in blue blazes is that?" the dog exclaimed.

"Don't get too close to this thing!" Chuck called. "It might be dangerous."

"Where did it come from, Pasqually?" Helen asked.

"I don't know, Helen. All I know is that my cookbook is missing again, and in its place was, well, this."

"Does it always make a crazy sound like that?" Munch interjected, noting the strange wailing noise that was coming out of the ball.

"I don't know. Why?"

"I have a bad feeling it's going to do something crazy."

"Dive for cover, everybody!" Chuck instructed, and the band ran to safety as the ball began glowing.

"MU-HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA!" Justin laughed. "In a few short moments, their memories will disappear forever, and all the world shall be mine! Bye-bye, Pasqually!"

Justin was a tricky beaver to figure out. Nobody could explain his mindset. All everybody knew was that he was out to cause trouble for the gang, and it didn't help that Pasqually had a second job as an Elvis impersonator just so he could pay his taxes (or something weird along that line). Whatever was the case, the plan was set. But would it have the ending he wanted, or was there another plot twist?

TO BE CONTINUED