To end this, I couldn't resist another comedic moment with Dastardly.
The next morning, Dastardly and Muttley dusted the Mean Machine together.
They were now closer than ever. Sure, he loves gold and winning, but nothing could replace Dastardly's strong love for his best friend/sidekick.
Afterwards, they had breakfast.
Just as Dastardly was about to eat, he looked up and saw Muttley gobbling up his food with no table manners whatsoever.
The canine snickered, but Dastardly shot an admonishing look.
Muttley stopped, worried that Dastardly will blow up at him again.
"Muttley, you matted ball of fur!" Dastardly began. "Oh! I… can't stay mad. Just don't like that again."
Relieved, Muttley resumed eating.
Dastardly sighed, as if nothing had happened. Then, he was about to pour more maple syrup onto his breakfast.
"Whoa, bad Richard!" scolded Dastardly's shoulder angel. "What your mother say about drowning your breakfast? Too much maple syrup can make you sick, not to mention gain weight."
The shoulder devil appeared.
"Flavor, man, the flavor!" he shrieked. "So sweet it breaks your little heart!"
"Ah, ah, ah. Remember, Richard. You have to make sure you eat healthy and too much syrup is not a complete breakfast."
Dastardly thought it over or at least he was.
"Oh, drat!" Dastardly growled. "I'm starving!"
He flicked the shoulder angel away and poured the syrup into his breakfast, much to the shoulder devil's delight.
Oh, well! When you're a bad guy, you can't always do good deeds.
The End