Freakazoid was locked up in Internet Jail, playing his theme song on the harmonica sadly. His crime: having his show canceled too early. At that moment, the jailer came and opened the cell door.

"Alright, Freakazoid, you're free to go."

"Free to go?" asked Freakazoid, "For what reason?"

"Steven Spieldburg wants you to do a soft reboot of your show." said the jailer.

"HE DOES?!" said Freakazoid in excitement, "Oh BOY! I can't wait to see all my old colleagues and see the world again! THANKS!"

Freakazoid ran out of his cell with his hands in the air and making wooshing sounds as if he was flying.

One cut-away later, Freakazoid was now in the real world as he started walking over to the Warner Bros. studio, looking at all the things that were new and different.

"Wow. There sure are a lot of fancy coffee shops, and why are there record stores around again?"

"Excuse me!" said a high pitched voice.

Freakazoid turned around and looked down at a little boy wearing a plain baseball cap.

"Are you suppose to be a super hero?" asked the child.

"I SURE am." said Freakazoid, "You probably don't recognize me, but I'm Freakazoid: Super Teen Extraordinaire."

"Do you know Deadpool?" asked the child again.

"Deadpool? You mean from the X-Men comics?" asked Freakazoid, "Not personally, but I did use to work in the same studio that worked on the Batman and Superman animated shows."

"Batman and Superman suck." said the child.

"WHOAH! Where did you learn such language?!" asked Freakazoid.

"Deadpool, as well as the internet." said the boy.

"Impossible." said Freakazoid, "I get my powers from the internet and the internet would never produce such inappropriate material."

"Then you don't know the internet that well." said the child.

"Look, I'd love to stay and chat with the younger generation, but I gotta go have a meeting with Steven Spieldburg about a reboot I'm doing. Here. I'll sign your cap for you if you don't mind."

Reluctantly, the boy gave Freakazoid his baseball cap and Freakazoid wrote "HUGGBEES! -Freakazoid!"

"Alright, Kid, here's your cap. Have a good day and don't do drugs!"

Freakazoid continued to woosh by until he came across to the Warner Bros. studio where he saw a group of protestors picketing. Out of curiosity, he went over to the protestors.

"LOOK! IT'S FREAKAZOID!" said one of the protestors.

"Hello citizens. What seems to be the problem?" asked Freakazoid.

"YOUR SHOW IS THE PROBLEM!" said the head protestors.

"My show?" asked Freakazoid, "But my show is for everyone."

"Oh yeah?" said the protestor, getting out his phone, showing Freakazoid clips of his show, "Your show has had instances of racism, ableism, fat shaming, and countless instances of misogyny."

"Okay, so maybe bits of my show haven't aged well, but that doesn't mean the new show can't improve on the old and be good. I mean, I can be a little more considerate; I'm a nice guy." said Freakazoid.

"Did you just say you were a 'Nice Guy'?!" said the protestor.

The whole entire group of protestors started yelling. Freakazoid then started running as fast as he could to the studio.