As of right now, this story doesn't quite have any real "plot"; it'll just be a bunch of one-shots concerning Marvel and Cortex.
Marvel was beginning to grow concerned for her 'boss'. Cortex rarely came out of his lab for the past week ever since he claimed to come up with 'the most ingenious, dynamic, advantageous concoction the world has ever known!'
It was shortly after his eccentric announcement that Marvel had realized the doctor had been running on only one hour of sleep for the entire week—maybe even two weeks. At this point, she lost track.
"Dr. Cortex?" She shoved open the door to his lab. Just as she expected, the room was a complete mess, and Cortex was currently in the back of the cluttered area. His head was hung low, his eyes were shut, and he appeared to be twitching. The sight of the frazzled scientist made her take a cautious step back. "Boss?"
"Oh!" Cortex dizzily swung his head upward to meet her gaze. "My dear Marvelous...I was just thinking about you!"
Marvel stared at her almost 'drunken' comrade. "Uka-Uka told me to put you to bed. When was the last time you even slept?"
"Oh...days, weeks, months...I lost count..." Cortex giggled like a nut as he stepped forward, almost losing balance. Marvel took his hand and pulled him up.
"Alright, I'm taking you to your room." It was more of a command than a statement, and she led him towards the door.
"Y'know, Marvelous..."
"Marvel," Marvel corrected him.
"Y'know Marvelous..." Cortex repeated with a broad smile, "You've been part of the family for so long... and I feel that I don't thank you enough!"
Marvel opened the door, staring at him. "I've only been working here for two weeks, Boss."
"Let's just cut to the chase," Cortex rambled, hitting the wall just next to the door. Marvel grabbed his shoulder and gently shoved him in the right direction. Cortex spun to meet her face-to-face. "We've shared passing glances before, and I see it in your eyes...the way you look at me."
Marvel stopped dead in her tracks. "Wha—?"
"Shhhhh..." Cortex placed a finger on her forehead. "I know I'm just so handsome and elegant..." His words slurred as he yawned, "...but you're not thinking clearly."
"PFFT! Yeah—I'm the one who's not thinking clearly, obviously..." Marvel rolled her eyes.
"I have a personality, y'know...and all you ever blabber on about is how gosh-darn good-looking I am! Y'know how much that offends me?" His left foot crossed paths with his right and he collided onto the floor.
"You do realize I've never said anything about your looks, right?" It was hard to stifle a laugh at his crumpled body on the floor.
"Wait..." He raised his head and narrowed his eyes, but they still drooping at times. "Are you...you're saying...I'm not handsome? I'm not good-looking or elegant?" He gasped loudly as he stood up, wavering around before pointing a horrified finger at her. "There's someone else, isn't there? Who is it!? Is it Ripper Roo!? It can't be!"
"Um...Cortex—"
"No! No!" He waved a hand disgustedly as he wobbled over to his room, almost walking right into her in the process. "I've had enough of your lies...you think you can just blatantly insult me like that!? You're fired!" His head hit the door of his room and he collapsed, out like a light.
Marvel did nothing but blink at her boss. As her eyes slowly searched the room to make sure no one else had witnessed the doctor passing out, she pulled out her phone from her pocket, snapping a few pictures.
"Yep. This is so going on Facebook."