It was a typically quiet day in the peaceful town of bobville. At least that's how it started.

"You got the microchip, Dan?" said a duck outside of the bottom-left house of acre B-3, home to Dan Anderson.

"You got the money?" Dan replied.

"Right here, quack," the duck said as he handed Dan an envelope.

Dan took the envelope and opened it. As he counted the money, he looked around to make sure Officer Copper wasn't around. He had gotten in trouble with the law before. It was certainly not going to happen again.

"It's all here, all 200,000 bells," Dan said. "Here's the virus, Bill, be careful with it. Have a nice day."

"You know me," Bill responded. "Why wouldn't I be careful, quack?"

"Do you really want me to answer that?"

"You're a funny kid, Tweek," Bill said with a chuckle. "Come to Nookington's with me, quack. We're having a big sale party tonight."

"I can't, I'm busy tonight."

"Come on, you really need to get out more, quack."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. I'll be there when I'm done working."

"That's what I'm talkin' about, quack. I'll see you there."

Tweek shut the door and went back to his computer. What he was now looking at were global newspaper articles telling of the master hacker, Moleus, breaking through the strong firewalls of top corporate databases again.

Just another typical day in the life of a hacker like me, he thought. Little did he know what was about to happen next. He was working on a new virus project when his monitor suddenly went blank.

"What the hell just happened?" Tweek said. "Stupid-ass computer."

Just then, green words were mysteriously typed onto the screen: The Cube has you, Tweek.

Then those were erased and replaced with new ones: Follow the brown Bunnie.