Author's Note: Welcome to my dreamland. The first two or three chapters of this'll basically be a history lesson. It is a greatly editted version of this dream I had a few years back and somehow have chosen to remember. After 'The Meeting', there'll basically be a bunch of oneshots and stuff about their adventures. Enjoy! ^^


The Meeting (Part 1)

With just one more cream pie to the face, the Spin Doctor did some spinning of his own, gears flying from him as he combusted. The two victorious toons gave each other high five, satisfied with their rewards.

"Thanks, Mumble! It's finally... Finished?" the lavender bear said to her similarly colored friend. The mouse blinked in confusion as she trailed off. "What?" The bear pointed up above his head as he felt something brush his large round ears. Startled, he darted over to the bear's side, assuming a defensive pose as he looked for what had touched him. Mumble calmed himself as he saw what had alerted him; a blackened slip of paper.

Chuckling at his stupidity, he trotted over to it, jumping a little to catch it in his paw. The lavender bear trotted over to the sidewalk before any cogs came, though Mumble remained in the middle of the road, scanning the slip. "Mumble!" His name being called snapped him back to reality just in time to see a Backstabber approaching. Quickly, he dove for the sidewalk, looking over his shoulder as the Lawbot strode regally past.

He found the purple-faced robot looking back at him curiously, having paused for a moment. Once he realized that he was being watched, he blinked and turned away. "Don't turn your back on me, toon," he said in a warped robotic voice. Mumble sneered and shook his head. 'Cogs...' he thought, starting as he noticed his buddy had snatched the slip. She was scanning the charred grey paper, her expression excited.

"What is it, Sabrina?" he asked, taking the paper back and looking at it more himself. He noticed that it was a note, generic typed letters displaying a clear message:

'Meeting July 28th, 5:45 pm.
All Level 8 and Higher Cogs
required to attend.'

Mumble's eyes widened. Sabrina knew that side-grin by heart, and when used in this context, it wasn't good. "That's tomorrow! Do you know what this means?" the lavender mouse squeaked excitedly, met with a frightened bear. "You can't be serious... You'll get worse than just sad and gag-less! You'll get depressed! You could die!" she exclaimed. Mumble frowned. "I can't pass this up," he said simply, gesturing to the damaged reminder.

The mouse rushed off and Sabrina could only sigh. Once he was locked on, the key was as good as gone. She had been down that road before, and it hadn't ended well. She pulled out her teleport hole while her friend ran from Walrus Way to Polar Place, nearly busting the door of The Precipitation Foundation off of its hinges.

The yellow monkey behind the desk didn't even flinch as the toon entered and slapped a piece of paper onto his desk. He glanced at Mumble's devilish grin, his face telling him to read it. Taking his time, Professor Flake freed the note from the hyperactive toon's grip, reading over it with a growing curiosity. Sure, Mumble bugged him a lot, but usually he didn't break down the door.

After he finished reading, Mumble blinked angelically, his big eyes pleading. The monkey wasn't amused. He sighed. "Fine, you can borrow this disg-" he began, digging out a cog suit to hand it to Mumble. The excitable mouse was out the door with the disguise before he had a chance to finish. The Professor sighed.

"What did I just do?"