Glen slowly opened his eyes as he powered on. Standing just inches in front of him with their faces placed against his. "Oh my gosh, Glen, you're awake! Wait, you're still Glen right? Please tell me that you are still the same Glen!" The Blue cat's distressed expression stood in contrast to the intrigued and calm doctor. "Matzoh, I think you broke him!"

"Woah, broken? I don't feel like anything is different. Doctor, is there something wrong with me?" The Glad Hander pulled himself into an upright position, pressing his back into the myriad of pillows that had been provided to him.

"Hey, why don't you two just give me a second, alright? Gosh, a girl can't even complete complex surgery without being questioned about every little detail." Matzoh wagged her finger at the pair. "Glen is going to be perfectly fine. In fact, with his enhancements he may be the most powerful cog that's ever been witnessed by Toon. Before we get into that though, let's test out those legs. Glen, can you give us a little wiggle?"

The Glad Hander squealed as he stretched his legs out and flicking around his foot and clapping his hands. "Look cutie pie, they're working again! Oh my gosh, Doctor! You are a miracle worker. How could I ever re-pay you?"

Muffin leaned over and started to kiss the cog before quickly reeling as she remembered that they had somebody else in the room. "Um. Oh, yes! Thank you Doctor. What is all this other stuff you mentioned you did though? I guess at least I can finally breathe a little easier now.

"Oh yes. This is what I am very excited about. So, do you guys see the light on his chest? Well, for most cogs this is a health indicator. Well I guess both of you know that. Well normally green would be healthy, yellow is slightly damaged and so on. Well, instead I decided to change it up. I totally didn't steal this from somebody else. So since Glen will no longer be needing it, I have decided that it would be better as an indication of emotions!" Pointing to the light which was glowing a bright green, Matzoh grinned. "Right now, Glen is confused. Or jealous. I'm not really sure. Well anyways, green has now been changed to handle emotions such as confusion, jealously, and things like that. Yellow is happiness, red is anger, purple is aroused, and the like." Rolling her eyes at Muffin blushing again. "Here, I will just go ahead and show you guys."

"That sounds quite intriguing. So anybody can instantly know how I am feeling." Pausing Glen became skeptical. "Don't you think that might be a little awkward?"

Matzoh attached a squirt flower to her chest and shrugged. "Maybe. But I didn't know what else to do with it. Glen is not invincible to gag attacks. I went in and fixed his programming so that laughter and silliness will be turned into a power supply rather than a damaging force. However, he will still be invincible against attacks by cogs - excluding physical attacks such as a punch or a kick. Basically making Glen immune from attacks on either side. Just as long as it isn't physical. Just like this!"

Squirting the flower, a stream of water splashed against Glen's face. Giggling immensely, Glen's indicator swapped to yellow as his laughter continued with repeated squirts from the flower. "Wait a minute! Stop, you're hurting him!" Muffin leapt in front of Matzoh and grabbed her arm, restricting her from squirting further. "Look, his health went down when you attacked him! Why would you do that? I thought you were here to help!"

"Ha. Ha-ha. Hold on, Muffin. Ha, I'm just fine. Tee-hee. The Glad Hander spoke through his guffawing. He actually quite enjoyed the ticklish feeling that was ringing through his entire body. "This is fantastic. Keep going, please!"

"But his light turned yellow! Doesn't that mean he's hurt? I mean you did use a squirt flower!" Muffin refused to let go of the purple cat's arm.

The doctor was becoming overwhelmed by Muffin's defensiveness. While she understood the hesitancy to trust a stranger, she was unable to finish her explanation. "Hold on there, cowgirl. I just said that yellow means happy. He's not damaged, he's having fun! He's happy! Here, why don't we do this. Go and give him a kiss. Don't worry, you don't need to hide anything from me. One of my best friends is dating a cog."

Hesitantly, Muffin leaned down and completed the kiss that she had started moments earlier. Glen's emotional indicator quickly changed from a bright yellow to a bright pink. "Oh my, it's pink now. I've never seen that before!"

"Exactly. That is because he is feeling love, or some other romantic emotion. The bulb has a variety of different colors. It is really cool. So, now you never have to worry about knowing how he's feeling!" Matzoh elbowed the blue cat and winked. "I think you two will find that these changes will make a real difference."

"To be honest, I can't quite wrap my mind around the idea of being irresistible to being attacked by gags. I think that is the thing any cog probably fears most, other than being decommissioned. So what exactly does that mean for my status as a citizen here? If I am no longer in danger, does that mean I can stay?" Glen grabbed Muffin's hand and squeezed tightly. As much as he wanted to be optimistic, he was finding it difficult to commit to his excitement as he would likely still need to speak to Billy.

Muffin didn't take long to jump on board. "I mean, I think there is no real reason dad can say no, now! I think the thing he was worried about was a Toon attacking you. But if you can't be hurt by them, that should be just fine!"

Matzoh shrugged as Muffin looked to her. "Hey, this is between you guys and whoever you have a problem with. I will let you know that Mark has really flourished and he even works as Mayor Flippy's aide. I think Glen can accomplish a lot if given the opportunity!"

"Again, Doctor, I can't put into words my great appreciation for everything that you have done for us. I feel like a brand new cog. Heck, this is probably the best day of my life. There's nothing more that I would like than to start and build a life here in Toonstone with Muffin, and to be a productive member of society. I can't wait to get out and meet the rest of the Toons in town and show them that I am one of them!"

"Fantastic. Anyways, just don't overload yourself right now. Your systems will still be rebooting and might take a few hours. Just make sure you rest and relax for today. You guys probably have plenty that you want to catch up on. As for me, I really must get going. I'm going to go report my findings to the rest of my cohorts. I am a pretty busy cat after all!"

Grabbing the other Toon's hand, Muffin softened her expression. "I'm very sorry for how I treated you, Doctor. I do really appreciate everything and I hope someday I can repay your kindness. Don't be a stranger! We'll always be here if you need anything!"

Glen nodded, giving a thumbs up as he continued wiggling his feet and legs, trying to remember exactly how they worked after a week of inactivity. "Would it be okay if I got up and walked around the house?"

"Yeah! That is totally fine. Just no strenuous activity such as running or fighting, or you know..." Matzoh winked one last time, causing Muffin's entire body to turn red in embarrassment. "Alright guys. I'll go ahead and get going. It was nice meeting you both. Please tell your father I gave my best wishes!" Matzoh closed the door behind her and left the young couple to their devices.

"Hmm. Do you think that kissing counts as a physical activity?" Muffin laid down on the bed next to the cog and ran her fingers through his hair. "Dad won't be home for a while, and I think we need to work on your recovery!"

Gary was mesmerized at the sight of his plan unfolding in front of him. The fact that he had managed to manipulate the entire manufacturing process to bend to his whim. He had requested eight-hundred Glad Handers and he had gotten them. With the exception of one empty seat which was unusual. Mindy had explained that one of the cogs had simply not shown up, but she didn't know who. The superior Glad Hander had not cared, as he was too focused on bringing the minute details of his mission. "Good afternoon my fellow Glad Handers. What a beautiful sight it is to see the greatest cogs known to cogkind all here together for the unification under one goal - the destruction of the Toons. I know that you all have likely been overwhelmed with the basic tactics and guidelines of living as a cog, and fighting Toons. Unfortunately, due to the expedited nature of this task, some of your training will be cut short so that we can prepare for our goal. As you may already know, there is a good likelihood that some of you may not return. But do know that your sacrifice is not only necessary, but vital to the further success of our mission. Those of you who show the best business acumen will be rewarded handsomely." Gary motioned to Mindy. "Professor, could you please continue for me while I prepare this next slide."

"Thank you, Gary." Mindy spoke with a hint of sarcasm. She didn't appreciate the Glad Hander basically bursting in and taking control of her instruction. She did not feel that the cogs were given enough direction on how to fight Toons and there was a good chance they would be walking into their own demise. However, she knew that if she fought back Gary would exercise his power and have a demerit placed on her record. "Alright everybody. So I know that we went over the different gags that Toons use, but I think it is important to know when they might use these gags."

"That's not what I was talking about, Mindy. Please stick to what I told you." Gary continued his preparations and glared at the Mingler who stuck her tongue out at her superior. "Glad Handers are already adept at technique. We don't have enough time for your silliness. We must focus on the task at hand. If there is time left over, you can review your other training."

Mindy clenched her fists and inhaled. "Very well. So, as Gary has briefly discussed already, we will be sending a massive invasion to a small Toon community. Your goal will be to overwhelm, capture, and ensure that there is as little resistance as possible. We will do this by attacking key areas for the Toons. Places such as gag stocks, defensive positions, and town exits will be vital in completing your mission. We have been kindly provided with the locations on the most... well-trained Toons. You will be split up into teams depending on the importance of your mission. You will be given your teams at a later time. There is expected to be about sixteen-hundred Glad Handers, so you will have plenty of opportunities to build your working relationships among your co-workers."

A Glad Hander in the second row raised his hand and snickered. "Hey, Professor. What happened to George? I bet he probably went to go beg the Toons for empathy and was destroyed." The classroom laughed at the cog's mention.

"Enough with the humor, everybody." Mindy waved and immediately shut up the crowd. Her voice was intimidating and even had Gary flinching. "This is why cogs are destroyed. We are not willing to work together. We are always looking to trip somebody else to get ahead, rather than finding how we can all benefit. Let me tell you, this is not a mission where your single-minded approach is going to pay off. Toons would love nothing more than to pick you all off one at a time. Don't underestimate the power of Toons. Even this small community has already proven to be quite difficult. Gary cannot afford another failed invasion, and I'm sure that none of you want to have to explain to your superior officer why you failed at your mission."

"Alright, enough of that Mindy. There will be no more failure on my watch. We are stronger, better prepared, and more unified than the rag-tag team that was brought together last time. We have been given the resources, and information that we need to succeed. I just want to quickly walk over what to expect on the day of the invasion." Pointing to a slide of a detailed bird's eye view of Toonstone, he quickly pointed to the four different exit points of the town in each of the main cardinal directions. "This is where many of you will be stationed. We need to keep Toons from getting out of town to search for help, and more importantly keep them in. Our resistance to further support will be vital in capturing our target. After all, if nobody knows it is happening, nobody can come."

Pausing, Gary looked over to Mindy who had taken a seat at her desk and had given the Glad Hander no further thought. "Hey, don't look at me. You're the one in charge here, boss."

Fuming inwardly, the head cog continued his explanation. "Now, most of the rest of you will be split into groups of four. Our understanding is that there are six-hundred Toons in Toonstone. Two cogs a piece should be sufficient to capture and sadden most Toons you run across with little work needed. If you have difficulty finding Toons, or run across more than two, then you will have that extra support. You will be given communicators to pinpoint any Toons you could not capture so that our tunnel guards can react accordingly, and those who are not engaged in battle can search them out. The remainder of you will be sent to these gag storage locations where you will promptly destroy and prevent gags from being distributed and collected. Of course it will not be this simple, but I believe that with our superior knowledge and planning that this should be a prompt and successful mission. Does anybody have any questions?" Before anybody could raise their hand, Gary grinned. "Fantastic. Well it looks like the day is almost done. Tomorrow we will go over the final details, put everybody in their assigned teams, and go over the small details. We will be invading this Saturday, so all of you will have to work on a day off. However, once this mission is completed, I assure that it will lead to great results for everybody involved. Cog Nation will be known as the great organization, and Sellbots, especially Glad Handers who will be the backbone of the cog race!"

Billy flung himself through the door and laid down on the soft carpeting as shut the door with his foot. Rolling over on his back, he looked up at the ceiling as he rested his exhausted body on the floor. All he wanted to do was rest his eyes, but he knew that he couldn't do so. Not knowing whether or not that the cog living with him would be a target still ate at him. Managing to crawl along the floor on his arms and knees, he started to pull himself up as a Toon came walking out of the bedroom. "Ah, Matzoh. You're still here. Did everything go well?" Reaching his hand up, the purple cat pulled him to his feet.

"It went fantastically, Mr. Billy. Without going into too many details again, Glen is going to be just fine. His mobility has returned and he is now immune to gag attacks. Hopefully that will bring you all a sense of relief." As she made her way to the front door, she turned around and winked. "You know, I'm glad that you're so supportive of them. That's a really great attitude. They're really cute." Opening the door, Matzoh promptly left, leaving Billy awestruck and confused at what the doctor was talking about.

"Better just ask Muffin." He muttered to himself as he trudged along until he made it into the unlit hallway. Sliding his hand along the wall, he could hear the sound of giggling coming from the bedroom. Those two were always laughing and enjoying their time together, he thought. He did appreciate that Muffin finally had found a good friend that she could spend time with. After all, she had to work on her socialization. Reaching the door to Glen's room, he grinned and pushed open the door. "Hey guys! I'm home early today..."

Muffin and Glen who had just been in the middle of an intense make out session. The blue cat, who had been laying on top of the Glad Hander, quickly leapt up and flung herself off of her lover. "Dad! What are you doing home! You're supposed to be at work!"

Re-tracing his steps backwards out of the bedroom, Billy quickly pulled the door closed and stood outside of the bedroom. Trying to process everything he had just seen, he put his hands on his head. Was Muffin...? With Glen? Wait, had this been happening the whole time? But she never seemed interested. Billy didn't even know she knew what that was. Walking out into the kitchen, the orange monkey sat down at the table and crossed his arms. Placing them on the table he buried his face in his arms. He didn't want to think about this right now. This had to be a dream. If he went to sleep, he would wake up and it would all just be a dream.