NOTE: Thanks to my little bro for the idea!

There comes a time in every bad monster's life when he decides, hey, I don't wanna be a bad guy anymore.

For the longest time I thought I had it pretty darn good as a bad guy. I mean, you get to break stuff, fight stuff, be a general nuisance... I mean, it's fun, right? I had always thought so. 'Sides, when you're bad you're practically famous, right?

But recently I was getting ready to go out on a fun night o' chaos and destruction when it suddenly hit me like a sixteen-ton weight.

I was getting absolutely nowhere. My life was a giant bunch of nothing. Every time I managed to do something even remotely awesome (in my opinion), there'd always be someone to get in my way. Namely the Aquabats. And of course, as things always go for us bad guys, I'd get defeated, go home, wash, rinse, repeat.

So I wondered, what, really, was the whole point in being bad? Absolutely nothing. It was utterly pointless. Seriously, you kinda get tired of getting beaten up all the time. I mean, did I have a problem? Did I REALLY like constantly being thwarted buy a buncha guys in silly outfits? Talk about embarrassing!

So I called up my old friend Weedy, who, funnily enough, was going through the same identity crisis. He said he'd heard of a way to get out of this monotony from this dude Grover his dad used to know.

So that settled it. Me and Weedy decided we were quitting our jobs as villainous monsters and going into the entertainment business. These guys said they could set it all up for us. They called it the "Monster Protection Program".

Y'know, I was a little skeptical at first when they said they could get us new identities and all, but with what they did with Weedy I knew it definitely wasn't a scam!

Weedy seems so much happier now. Oh, I mean Brobee. That's his name now. That was part of the deal. They'd get you a new life, new name, new job... The whole enchilada. They really don't cut corners.

And man! I feel better than I ever have! And lemme tell you, I really needed the shave. Really. Heck, I've even made friends with my old enemies! Wild, huh?

I love the new me! Goodbye, Cyclopsis, hello, Muno!