The sun began to rise, and the warm glow of the sun illuminated the living room Mr. Wonderful was laying in. He had slept like a baby that night, the TV still tuned to his favorite show, and a gallon of orange juice completely empty. He let out a loud yawn as he rose up from the table he spent the night on. His three piece suit was still on, for it was doubled as his pajamas. He didn't want to get up, but he had a tight schedule that day, so he had no choice but to awaken early. In half an hour, he had to begin with his 12 hour praise session, which was a dozen hours of him looking at a mirror and complimenting himself. "That's right, Mr. Wonderful..." he said to himself. "It's time to remind yourself of your eternal GLORY!"
He waddled to the fridge, ready to fix himself a hearty bowl of milk (no cereal- just milk). But just as he opened the door, he saw a boy in a pair of skeleton pajamas snoring loudly, in a deep slumber. Mr. Wonderful was shocked to see the boy resting in the fridge, and it took him a few seconds to realize who he was. It was none other than Muskedunder, a comrade of Frank Fly. Mr. Wonderful kicked Muskedunder in the ribs, "What're you doin' here!?" Muskedunder screamed as he woke up, yelling, "ACK! What wazzat for?!" Mr. Wonderful interrogated him, "How'd you get here!? This isn't even my house!"
Suddenly, Mr. Wonderful heard the voice of Frank Fly himself coming from the master bedroom. "We followed you here!" he said, as he walked out of the room, having slept in his suit as well. A toilet flushed, and Windy emerged from the bathroom. "We wanted to ask you something, so we came, but we were a lil tired and decided to crash here for the night. We don't really have anywhere to stay in this city." Mr. Wonderful straightened his tie, "Well, as long as you left no signs of breaking and entering- I don't have a problem with it. This is just some random house I managed to lock-pick my way into. So, what do you need?"
"So basically," Frank began, "I almost got my ass kicked in a cannibal pizzeria last night!" Mr. Wonderful reached for the milk inside the fridge, shoving Muskedunder to the side, "So, you suck. Got it. But what'd you wanna ask me?" "Can you help us gain some POWER!? Extra members, some big weapons, I dunno! Just something that'll give us a higher chance of beating up Great Kelp (or whatever) and landing us that arcade! Surely you have some way to make us more powerful, you know like- a ton of people!" Mr. Wonderful sighed as he began to pour milk into a bowl, "So, you just want me to get you some weapons. I'm a little busy right now... I've got a tight schedule today. Come back at a later date." "C'mon, don't you want that sweet arcade money? Help us out here!" Mr. Wonderful ceased what he was doing immediately. An intense feeling of pleasure rushed into his head the moment he heard that word. Money.
"Say..." he said, "You guys came across the Ink Spots, right?" "Yeah, why?" Windy replied. "I know the guy who made their robot. I ALSO know a guy who can hook you up with a flamethrower." "FLAMETHROWAH!?" Muskedunder yelled, "WHERE!?" Windy's jaw dropped, "Woah woah woah, you can ACTUALLY hook us up with a robot?! AND a flamethrower!?" "Yes! Then, you can really whoop Grand Kallé, and rake in those sweet arcade profits!" exclaimed Mr. Wonderful as he drooled at the thought. Frank clenched his fist with excitement, "Tell us- where are these folks?! Tell us now!" Mr. Wonderful rubbed his hands, "In the town of Ellay, my friend! A guy named Teddy sings in the live house over there, I'm sure you'll be able to buy one of those fire starters off him. Tell him Hilton sent ya. And the guy who can hook you up with a robot is named Banana Kid. Just ask around- I'm sure you'll find him."
"HOLD UP!" yelled Windy, running into the restroom. He returned, this time with a roll of toilet paper in one hand and pen in the other. "Can you repeat that?"
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The day sped by, and Frank, Windy and Muskedunder had finally arrived at Ellay, a massive nearby mountain enveloping the town in its shadow. They had hitched a ride and managed to get to their destination rather quickly, without encountering any killer robots (yet). They had to cross a swamp and small patch of trees first, but eventually arrived safely. "Alright," said Frank, "We're finally here. So, where's the live house?" Windy shrugged his arms, "Dunno." "Whaddya mean you don't know? Didn't he tell us?" Windy pulled the toilet paper out his pocket and used both of his functioning brain cells to examine it, "Nope, nothin'. He didn't give us directions." "What even is a lahve house?" Muskedunder chimed, "Ah didn't know houses could live!"
"Some place where people sing- or somethin'." Windy hesitantly said, not being sure himself. Just as he said that, the three heard a rockin' song coming from a story building with a purple "HOUSE" sign tacked on. "You guys think that could be it?" Frank sarcastically remarked. The three marched on inside, the muffled rock music becoming louder as they got closer. Frank slammed the door open, and was blown away by how purple the establishment was. The walls were purple, the tables were purple, the stage was purple, the floor was purple- the three felt drunk just stepping in!
On the stage performed a man with a pompadour and radical red sunglasses. His chin was sharper than a sword, and although his upper body was real muscular, his thin legs seemed to have missed out on a few days of exercise. He was singing "The Paradise Line", a catchy rock song somehow associated with trains. Mr. Wonderful had told the three that the Teddy fellow they were looking for sung regularly, so they automatically assumed the man singing was the flamethrower dealer himself.
Muskedunder was about to climb onto the stage to ask the singer if he was the Teddy they were looking for, but he was restrained by Frank before he could do so. "Wait- this song's actually real good, let it finish first!"
To Be Continued