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This is a story me and my friend have been working on. It's not done yet, but it's pretty good. I must warn you, it's a long one. So, here it is, the story of Mug Man meets Mr. Goodman! Have fun reading! And do remember, me and my friend worked hard on this, so please don't steal from our story.

On one very bright noonday in the city, a foul-tempered man named Mr. GoodMan strolled down the sidewalk, wearing his flashiest double-breasted suit, with a gray-colored fedora hat, whistling a merry, evil tune. When he neared the 16th Avenue Coffee Shop, he turned on his heel, and strode into the store. There he saw people drinking coffees and cappuccinos out of bright green mugs with yellow smiley faces on them, chatting with each other. Some sported laptops and were conducting business work, since the coffee shop provided free wi-fi. Mr. GoodMan strolled up to counter, and a fat man came up to the register.
    "What kind of drink will you have today, sir?" said the fat waiter politely. Mr. GoodMan was too occupied staring at the menu board, and didn't pay attention to the man's question. The waiter tried again.
    "Um, sir, are you ready to-"
    "What?! Whaddaya want from me?!?" screamed Mr. GoodMan, obviously annoyed. The fat waiter cowered back.
    "A-all I wanted was your order, sir?" said the fat waiter trembling.
    "Oh, ya want my order, do ya? Here's my order…I ORDER you to make me a Frothy Cappuccino Deluxe, WITH a chocolate blend! And make it snappy!!" said Mr. GoodMan rather sternly. The fat waiter walked away, with an angry look on his face. He began to make Mr. GoodMan's cappuccino, while the stern man tapped impatiently on the countertop with his fingers. In about a few minutes, the waiter returned with Mr. GoodMan's order, poured into a bright green mug with a yellow smiley face on it. The fat waiter rang up the price on the cash register.
    "OK, sir, a Frothy Cappuccino Deluxe, with a chocolate blend…that'll be exactly $6.39, sir." said the fat waiter. When Mr. GoodMan heard that, his eyes nearly fell out of his head. His facial expression changed rapidly, and his face turned a dark red, as if he were about to explode.
    "WHAT?! Six dollars and thirty-nine cents for a measly cup of frothy cappuccino?! That's the most RIDICULOUS thing I have ever heard in my entire lifetime!" The fat waiter became angry again.
    "Listen, pal! I didn't make the price, so it's not my fault! Now are you gonna pay for your coffee or what?" Grumbling to himself, Mr. GoodMan reached into his wallet, and threw the money onto the counter. He grabbed his mug by the handle, and stomped over to a table. He sat down, took a sip of his cappuccino, and gave a muffled scream. He quickly swallowed the drink, and started to gulp in some air. When he regained his breath, he was angrier than before.
    "Yow! This stupid cappuccino is way too dang hot!" He growled to himself as he gulped in more air. As he opened his mouth, he heard an ear-piercing scream from outside the shop. Mr. GoodMan quickly turned to look out the window, and he saw a crowd, no…a swarm of pedestrians fleeing for their lives. The crowd was so big, that people were flattening up against the windows of the coffee shop.
    "What the heck is goin' on out there?" asked Mr. GoodMan, as he stared at the window. He suddenly gaped when he figured out what it was that the people were running from: a 15-foot rampaging robot was stomping through the city, flames shooting out through one of its mechanical arms. It made the ground rattle and shake under its gigantic metal feet. Its mechanisms and gears whirred and its machinery hummed as the bionic behemoth moved down 16th Avenue, saying: "Must destroy Earth! Must destroy Earth!" Mr. GoodMan's gape soon turned into a wicked smile, as he picked up his mug for another drink. He chuckled as he witnessed the chaos ensuing outside.
    "Ah, the sweet sound of impending mayhem! That always makes me happy!" He began to take a drink…but then stopped when he saw his mug beginning to glow a bright yellow.
    "Hey, what is this?" Mr. GoodMan said furiously. The mug still began to glow yellow, and the sound of a whirlwind began to fill the coffee shop, blowing hats, papers, and napkins, and other loose things into the air. The mug began to spin violently, spilling cappuccino drink all over Mr. GoodMan's good double-breasted suit. Mr. GoodMan screamed and grumbled out loud as the mug continued to spin.
    "Oh, what the flip is goin' on here?! Oh, look at my suit…" whined Mr. GoodMan. Suddenly, the mug stopped spinning, and Mr. GoodMan looked with astonishment. His cappuccino mug was now floating, and a tiny washcloth was tied around it like a cape. The smiley face on the cup had now come alive, and the mug was now TALKING! Mr. GoodMan's coffee cup was none other than the famed superhero, Mug Man!
    "Have no fear, good citizens! I, Mug Man, will save the day!" the cup shouted, as he soared out of the coffee shop. Mr. GoodMan tried to reach for him, but Mug Man was too fast for him. Mr. GoodMan got up, and shook his fist at the flying mug.
    "Hey, get back here, you stupid cup!" shouted the agitated Mr. GoodMan. He ran out of the coffee shop, shouting, "Oh, I am SO not drinking coffee here again!" He chased the Miraculous Mug Man down 16th Avenue, when they came upon the robot. The robot looked down at the puny Mr. GoodMan on the ground. The robot reached for the small man, as he continued to mechanically shout.
    "Must destroy Earth! Must destroy Earth!" the robot continued to say.
    "AAAAAAAAHHH!" Mr. GoodMan shouted, as he began to run down the street in the other the direction. But it was too late; the robot was upon him, and it grabbed the struggling man in its mechanical fist. He slowly lifted Mr. GoodMan into the air, and continued to walk down the street. Mr. GoodMan was now screaming at the top of his lungs. Mug Man was startled when he saw what unfolded.
    "Uh oh! That innocent bystander is being carried off by that evil bionic behemoth!" said Mug Man. He flew up to Mr. GoodMan, still being held in the robot's metal hand.
    "Don't worry, sir! I'm here to help you!" said Mug Man, giving a salute.
    "Well, make it snappy! He's really hurting me!" Mr. GoodMan shouted rudely. Mug Man flew up to the robot's face, and began to confront him.
    "So, you think you can just pick up an innocent bystander and just walk away and cause more destruction?" said Mug Man with an angry expression on his face. "Well, then take THIS!" WHAM! Mug Man gave the gigantic robot a nice punch in the face. But, the robot still stood with barely a scratch.
    "Hmm... well now, I see you aren't giving up just yet, but I like a good fight!" said Mug Man. He flew down to a screaming citizen. "Hey can I borrow some spare dynamite?" asked Mug Man.
"Sure!" said the citizen. Mug Man flew back to the robot, lit the dynamite, and threw it at the robot. Making a loud bang and a huge explosion, the dynamite exploded on the robot and blew one of its arms off…luckily the one that wasn't holding Mr. GoodMan.
    "Hey! Flying mug freak! Try something that DOESN'T possibly involve me exploding into a million pieces!" screamed Mr. GoodMan angrily.
"Don't worry, citizen, I will make sure you are safe!" said Mug Man.
    Mug Man thought to himself a way to defeat the robot without killing Mr. GoodMan. Hmm...How do you defeat a gigantic robot? thought Mug Man. "Ah ha!" he said.
    "Hey! Flying mug…GET ME OUT OF THIS ROBOT'S GRIP NOW! I command it!" screamed Mr. GoodMan, who was angrier than before.
    "Don't worry! I have an idea!" said Mug Man. Mug Man flew to some nearby power lines, and took off a long power line. He took it over to the large robot. "All right you evil robot, how do you like electricity?!" said Mug Man.
    He stuck the power line on the robot's head. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT! And in just two seconds, the robot's circuits overloaded with power and fried the robot. It tumbled and crashed to the ground with Mr. GoodMan still safe. He rolled out of the robot's giant arm, as Mug Man landed on the street.
"Hooray!" shouted the citizens. Mr. GoodMan picked himself up off the ground and approached Mug Man.
    "Well, as much as I hate to do this, I m-must thank you..." said Mr. GoodMan with an unhappy look.
"Why thank you, good citizen, but it's what I am supposed to do, protecting people is my job." said Mug Man.
"I'm going to thank you by taking you with me!" said Mr. GoodMan happily.
    "WHAT!?!?" said Mug Man with a surprised look. "But I'm supposed to stay here and protect the people?"
"But you need to come with me to repay to me what you did to my suit! MY $100 SUIT! It's stained so bad, so you come with me!" said Mr. GoodMan angrily.
"Fine, I'll go with you…if that's what must be done." said Mug Man, with a huff. Mr. GoodMan reached down and grabbed Mug Man's handle.
"Ouch! Careful…I'm glass!" said Mug Man, as he turned back into a regular mug. Mr. GoodMan marched down the street, past the 16th Avenue Coffee Shop, on his way to his tailor.
 

    At Taylor's Tailors on 16th Avenue, Mr. GoodMan walked through the door, with the now-hibernating Mug Man still in his fist. The store owner, Mr. Henry Taylor, greeted the man.
    "Why, hello, Mr. GoodMan! Lovely day today, isn't it?" said Mr. Taylor.
    "Yeah, yeah, it's great…whatever…" Mr. GoodMan grumbled. Mr. Taylor tried to remain cheerful.
    "Well, what can I do for you today, sir?" said Mr. Taylor.
    "I'll tell you what you can do…you can wash this suit for me…this MUG I'm holding spilled it all over me!"
    "The…mug…ruined your suit?" asked Mr. Taylor.
    "Yes! The darn thing began glowing and spinning around, spilling cappuccino all over my good suit! I think it might be alien or something…it started talking, and it had superpowers. It just destroyed a giant robot that was attacking the city…with ME in its death grip!"
    "The mug was alive? You're saying that as if it was Mug Man."
    "Mug Man, Mug Man…who is this 'Mug Man' everyone talks about?" Mr. GoodMan asked impatiently.
    "Mug Man is a superhero, the guardian of our city. He resides in the 16th Avenue Coffee Shop, and he comes alive when danger comes around." said Mr. Taylor. Mr. GoodMan brushed it off like it was nonsense.
    "Bah, that's nonsense! It sounds like something from a stupid children's picture book!" he said. Mr. Taylor shrugged his shoulders.
    "You can choose to believe it or not, Mr. GoodMan…but it's the truth, and you can count on it."
    "Whatever, I'm done talking about this…so, how about the suit?" Mr. GoodMan asked. Mr. Taylor leaned down and examined the drying stain on Mr. Goodman's suit and undershirt.
    "Well, it seems that this has dried since you spilled it…it might be tough trying to get it out…if it won't come out, you might as well buy yourself another suit set."
    "WHAT?! Are you kidding me? Buy another suit set?! This cost me a whole $100…from the Men's Warehouse™! That's $100 dollars down the drain!" Mr. GoodMan fumed.
    "Listen…I'll see what I can do. There is a good chance that this stain might come out…come back tomorrow, and I'll tell you how it turns out." Mr. Taylor said. Mr. GoodMan nodded, and began to take off the suit jacket, undershirt, and tie.
    "Well, it's a good thing I left a T-shirt on, that's for sure." said Mr. GoodMan, as he handed the bundle of clothes to Mr. Taylor. He put his hat back on his head, grasped Mug Man in his hand and walked out of the store.
    "Have a nice day, Mr. GoodMan!" said Mr. Taylor, but Mr. GoodMan disregarded the cheery good-bye as the door closed. He strolled down the street when Mug Man awoke from hibernation.
    "That was really rude, how you treated that man…" said Mug Man.
    "Can it, you stupid coffee mug! You already caused enough trouble today."
    "Trouble? I saved the city from a maniacal, rampaging robot…including you! And you're barely even thankful for what I did!"
    "I was doing just fine until you came along. I could've found a way to get out of that robot's grip without your little superpowers!"
    "Excuse me…but you were the one who was screaming like a little girl to get out." said Mug Man. Insulted and enraged by Mug Man's true comment, Mr. GoodMan threw Mug Man against a wall, but Mug Man acted fast and flew away from the wall before he came in contact with it. He flew up to Mr. GoodMan.
    "How DARE you say that to me, Mug!" said Mr. GoodMan, pointing a finger at Mug Man, "I can smash you right now, and not lose one bit of sleep over it!"
    "I'd like to see you try." said Mug Man. At that point, Mr. GoodMan reached into his pocket, and pulled out a small laser gun. He cocked it and fired at Mug Man. But he was alert, and dodged out of the way of the flying laser bolt. It hit a tarp roof on one of the buildings, and left a gaping, smoldering hole.
    "Come on, Mug!" said Mr. GoodMan, "I can take you down."
    "Not if I have anything to say about it!" said Mug Man. He lifted his tiny arms and shot streams of hot coffee out of each one. Mr. GoodMan rolled out of the way, but some of the coffee landed on the cuffs of his black pants, and they burned off some of the material. The rest of the coffee, splattered onto a building, and it began to sizzle and melt the brick.
    "Lava-hot coffee, eh? Two can play at THAT game!" said Mr. GoodMan, and switched the function on his laser gun. He then shot out liquid streams of acid from the barrel of his gun, and Mug Man countered the attack with more coffee. Mug Man began to fly in the air. Mr. GoodMan clicked his heels together, and tiny jet thrusters sprung out from the soles of his fancy dress shoes. Fire jetted out of the thrusters, and Mr. GoodMan shot into the air in pursuit of Mug Man.
    "So, you cruddy mug! You think you can outsmart ME? Well then, how do you like LASERS?!" shouted Mr. GoodMan.
    "Actually, I don't, and I'll take you down before you can land a shot on me!"  said Mug Man. Mr. GoodMan opened fire on Mug Man, and Mug Man kept on dodging the blasts and throwing lava coffee at him. But Mr. GoodMan was quick and evasive, and was quickly gaining on Mug Man.
    Hmm…Mr. GoodMan is too elusive; I can't land any coffee on him, Mug Man thought, I've got to think of a way to make him flip out so I can take him down! But at that very moment, Mr. GoodMan landed a shot on Mug Man. Crying out, Mug Man now fell to the ground.
    "Ha! I knew you were no match for me!" said Mr. GoodMan triumphantly. But just then Mr. GoodMan's jet boots gave out with a sputter and a cough.
    "Out of fuel?! Crud!" said Mr. GoodMan, and he fell to the ground, screaming. While falling, he fell faster than Mug Man and flew right by him. CRASH! Mr. GoodMan was now on the ground, arms sprawled out and his body twisted in an unnatural position. Mug Man landed safely on top of him, landing with a small thud. Mr. GoodMan wearily looked up to see the caped coffee mug resting on his chest, and his face turned bright-red.
    "GET OFF OF ME, YOU DUMB CUP!" screamed Mr. GoodMan. They were in an entirely new place now, which was just a big, grassy field.
    "Mr. GoodMan! I thank you for breaking my fall, but you need to be brought to justice!" said Mug Man.
    "You stupid porcelain drinking utensil, why I ought to-" Mr. GoodMan said before he was interrupted by the sound of an automobile engine. Both he and Mug Man turned around to face a strange sight. Out of nowhere, a mysterious truck came up through the field and halted at their position. At that moment, two men, dressed in police uniforms, dragged both Mr. GoodMan and Mug Man off the ground and threw them into their truck, their eyes blindfolded. They continued driving until they were pulled out of the truck, escorted down a hallway, and shoved into a room. The metal door closed behind them with a CLANG!
    "Uugh... where am I? Why is it so dark? And why did the police take me away?" wondered Mr. GoodMan.
    "Well your questions will be answered here" said a mysterious voice Mr. GoodMan began to look around, but could only see black from beneath his blindfold.
    "Who are you?" asked Mr. GoodMan.
    "Well I'm sorry, you don't know who I am; I'll introduce myself to you. I'm Cal, and you, sir, are Mr. GoodMan." explained Cal.
    "Well, I already know my own name, for Pete's sake! Now tell me what I did wrong, and make it snappy! I've got a mug to destroy!" Mr. GoodMan said angrily.
    "Oh, you've got some special work to do? Well then too bad, because we need to keep you in here until it blows over." Cal explained.
    "Till what blows over? Spit it out man I've got a tight schedule running here!" Mr. Goodman stated. Cal removed both GoodMan and Mug Man's blindfolds, and un-cuffed them.
    "So you wanna go help them out?" Cal asked.
    "Help WHO out?" GoodMan asked.
    "Heck yeah, if it means getting out of this dump! Now what am I gonna need for this job?" said Mr. Goodman. Cal handed Goodman a fully loaded machine gun.
    "This is all you need. Happy killing!" Cal said with a pleased tone.
    "Whoa, whoa, WAIT a minute! Who the heck am I fighting for, and don't I get, like, a partner or something?" asked Mr. Goodman. Cal sighed
    "You're fighting for Jack City, and you want a partner? Then take your "porcelain buddy" with you." Cal said escorting Mr. Goodman and Mug Man out.
    GoodMan was about to protest when he was shoved outside into the middle of an all-out alien invasion. Lasers and raking machine gun fire filled the air. Mr. GoodMan took a few quick looks around, and a small grin appeared on his face. Now, it was action time. The old soldier inside of him came to life that instant. He took a few steps and found his "buddy", lying on his side, tossed from the building as well.
    "So…you're supposed to be my buddy?" asked Mr. GoodMan.
    "Heck yeah! Now if you don't want to get killed, then get behind me!" said Mug Man.
    "I wouldn't get behind you if you were the last mug on this earth!" shouted Mr. GoodMan. Immediately after shouting that, he nearly got blasted by laser fire.
    "Whoa! OK, you asked for it, so you get it!" shouted Mr. Goodman while gunning down four aliens. He watched their bodies fall to the ground, their weapons clamoring.
    "I take back what I said; you can fend for yourself, GoodMan." said Mug Man. Shortly after that, a large figure showed up next to them with a sniper rifle longer than any other.
    "What kind of soldiers are you guys?" asked the large man.
    "Well we were ju-" Mug Man started explaining their previous predicament, but was interrupted by the large man.
    "Oh I know who you guys are! You're the people that my men found on the outskirts of the city." Explained the large man "You were taken to the arms building right next to us and were being held there till this blows over."
    "How the heck did you know all that?" asked Mr. Goodman.
    "I know a lot more than you do, GoodMan." said the large man while sniping multiple aliens.
    "What? You know my name too?" asked GoodMan, dumbfounded at how this guy knows so much information about him. Just then, the voice of Mug Man rang out.
    "Hold on! The aliens are retreating!" Mug Man shouted, and the firing stopped. He was proven correct when the diminishing alien armies, seeing that their ranks were outnumbered, quickly made their way to their spaceships. With the sound of igniting rocket engines, the aliens high-tailed it off the planet. The defending Jack City soldiers cheered at the victory.
    "Now that they're gone, I'll tell you who I am and be on my way." said the large man. "I'm General Montrescon, one of the four Generals of Jack City. I knew all about you cause I'm a Cyborg, I can access anything I want to, because whenever something happens, there is immediate information on it that is transferred to me." Montrescon explained.
    "So, you're like a robot person, or something?" asked Mug Man.
    "You could say that, Mug Man, but I've got no time to chat. I had best be on my way." said Montrescon.
    "Hey! Wait! How do I get out of here?" shouted Mr. Goodman.
    "The exit to the city is right behind you. Now have a nice day, and don't die." said Montrescon as he walked away.
    "What did he mean by that?" said Mr. Goodman.
    "Never mind that, let's go." said Mug Man. He started to fly away when Mr. GoodMan interrupted him.
    "Hold on there, Mug Man! We haven't finished our business here yet! I believe you still owe me payments on my wrecked suit from the coffee YOU spilled on it!" said GoodMan. At that moment, Mug Man flew around and faced Mr. GoodMan, looking not quite happy.
    "You know what? I've had it up to HERE with your constant whining and complaining! I save you from the clutches of an attacking robot, and did you thank me properly? NO! And plus, I had no intention of spilling coffee on your precious suit! You just happened to be in the way of my transformation when it happened! And you started a fight between us…over practically NOTHING! All the time I've been stuck with you, I've taken your insults and your sarcasm against me and other people, but that last comment was it! If you can’t be nice for once, then I'm just gonna go!" said Mug Man as he walked off.
    Mr. GoodMan thought for a moment about what Mug Man had just told him. Maybe, perhaps, maybe he had been a little selfish and thoughtless throughout this whole adventure. Either it was him being plum crazy or it was the actual truth.
    "Wait a second!" Mr. Goodman shouted. "If you're going back to where you came from, then you'll need an escort just in case there is danger along the way." "Is that you way of saying sorry?" Mug Man asked. "You could say that, also I've got no idea where New Anson is from this location." Mr. Goodman said. "Apology accepted, we should get going now." Mug Man said.
    And so, Mug Man and Mr. Goodman set off to New Anson, unaware of what dangers lie ahead. They're first stop was The Forest of Memories.


That's all we have now, please tell me what you think of it! Thanks for reading!
This is a story me and my friend have been working on. It's not done yet, but it's pretty good. I must warn you, it's a long one. So, here it is, the story of Mug Man meets Mr. Goodman! Have fun reading! And do remember, me and my friend worked hard on this, so please don't steal from our story.

On one very bright noonday in the city, a foul-tempered man named Mr. GoodMan strolled down the sidewalk, wearing his flashiest double-breasted suit, with a gray-colored fedora hat, whistling a merry, evil tune. When he neared the 16th Avenue Coffee Shop, he turned on his heel, and strode into the store. There he saw people drinking coffees and cappuccinos out of bright green mugs with yellow smiley faces on them, chatting with each other. Some sported laptops and were conducting business work, since the coffee shop provided free wi-fi. Mr. GoodMan strolled up to counter, and a fat man came up to the register.
    "What kind of drink will you have today, sir?" said the fat waiter politely. Mr. GoodMan was too occupied staring at the menu board, and didn't pay attention to the man's question. The waiter tried again.
    "Um, sir, are you ready to-"
    "What?! Whaddaya want from me?!?" screamed Mr. GoodMan, obviously annoyed. The fat waiter cowered back.
    "A-all I wanted was your order, sir?" said the fat waiter trembling.
    "Oh, ya want my order, do ya? Here's my order…I ORDER you to make me a Frothy Cappuccino Deluxe, WITH a chocolate blend! And make it snappy!!" said Mr. GoodMan rather sternly. The fat waiter walked away, with an angry look on his face. He began to make Mr. GoodMan's cappuccino, while the stern man tapped impatiently on the countertop with his fingers. In about a few minutes, the waiter returned with Mr. GoodMan's order, poured into a bright green mug with a yellow smiley face on it. The fat waiter rang up the price on the cash register.
    "OK, sir, a Frothy Cappuccino Deluxe, with a chocolate blend…that'll be exactly $6.39, sir." said the fat waiter. When Mr. GoodMan heard that, his eyes nearly fell out of his head. His facial expression changed rapidly, and his face turned a dark red, as if he were about to explode.
    "WHAT?! Six dollars and thirty-nine cents for a measly cup of frothy cappuccino?! That's the most RIDICULOUS thing I have ever heard in my entire lifetime!" The fat waiter became angry again.
    "Listen, pal! I didn't make the price, so it's not my fault! Now are you gonna pay for your coffee or what?" Grumbling to himself, Mr. GoodMan reached into his wallet, and threw the money onto the counter. He grabbed his mug by the handle, and stomped over to a table. He sat down, took a sip of his cappuccino, and gave a muffled scream. He quickly swallowed the drink, and started to gulp in some air. When he regained his breath, he was angrier than before.
    "Yow! This stupid cappuccino is way too dang hot!" He growled to himself as he gulped in more air. As he opened his mouth, he heard an ear-piercing scream from outside the shop. Mr. GoodMan quickly turned to look out the window, and he saw a crowd, no…a swarm of pedestrians fleeing for their lives. The crowd was so big, that people were flattening up against the windows of the coffee shop.
    "What the heck is goin' on out there?" asked Mr. GoodMan, as he stared at the window. He suddenly gaped when he figured out what it was that the people were running from: a 15-foot rampaging robot was stomping through the city, flames shooting out through one of its mechanical arms. It made the ground rattle and shake under its gigantic metal feet. Its mechanisms and gears whirred and its machinery hummed as the bionic behemoth moved down 16th Avenue, saying: "Must destroy Earth! Must destroy Earth!" Mr. GoodMan's gape soon turned into a wicked smile, as he picked up his mug for another drink. He chuckled as he witnessed the chaos ensuing outside.
    "Ah, the sweet sound of impending mayhem! That always makes me happy!" He began to take a drink…but then stopped when he saw his mug beginning to glow a bright yellow.
    "Hey, what is this?" Mr. GoodMan said furiously. The mug still began to glow yellow, and the sound of a whirlwind began to fill the coffee shop, blowing hats, papers, and napkins, and other loose things into the air. The mug began to spin violently, spilling cappuccino drink all over Mr. GoodMan's good double-breasted suit. Mr. GoodMan screamed and grumbled out loud as the mug continued to spin.
    "Oh, what the flip is goin' on here?! Oh, look at my suit…" whined Mr. GoodMan. Suddenly, the mug stopped spinning, and Mr. GoodMan looked with astonishment. His cappuccino mug was now floating, and a tiny washcloth was tied around it like a cape. The smiley face on the cup had now come alive, and the mug was now TALKING! Mr. GoodMan's coffee cup was none other than the famed superhero, Mug Man!
    "Have no fear, good citizens! I, Mug Man, will save the day!" the cup shouted, as he soared out of the coffee shop. Mr. GoodMan tried to reach for him, but Mug Man was too fast for him. Mr. GoodMan got up, and shook his fist at the flying mug.
    "Hey, get back here, you stupid cup!" shouted the agitated Mr. GoodMan. He ran out of the coffee shop, shouting, "Oh, I am SO not drinking coffee here again!" He chased the Miraculous Mug Man down 16th Avenue, when they came upon the robot. The robot looked down at the puny Mr. GoodMan on the ground. The robot reached for the small man, as he continued to mechanically shout.
    "Must destroy Earth! Must destroy Earth!" the robot continued to say.
    "AAAAAAAAHHH!" Mr. GoodMan shouted, as he began to run down the street in the other the direction. But it was too late; the robot was upon him, and it grabbed the struggling man in its mechanical fist. He slowly lifted Mr. GoodMan into the air, and continued to walk down the street. Mr. GoodMan was now screaming at the top of his lungs. Mug Man was startled when he saw what unfolded.
    "Uh oh! That innocent bystander is being carried off by that evil bionic behemoth!" said Mug Man. He flew up to Mr. GoodMan, still being held in the robot's metal hand.
    "Don't worry, sir! I'm here to help you!" said Mug Man, giving a salute.
    "Well, make it snappy! He's really hurting me!" Mr. GoodMan shouted rudely. Mug Man flew up to the robot's face, and began to confront him.
    "So, you think you can just pick up an innocent bystander and just walk away and cause more destruction?" said Mug Man with an angry expression on his face. "Well, then take THIS!" WHAM! Mug Man gave the gigantic robot a nice punch in the face. But, the robot still stood with barely a scratch.
    "Hmm... well now, I see you aren't giving up just yet, but I like a good fight!" said Mug Man. He flew down to a screaming citizen. "Hey can I borrow some spare dynamite?" asked Mug Man.
"Sure!" said the citizen. Mug Man flew back to the robot, lit the dynamite, and threw it at the robot. Making a loud bang and a huge explosion, the dynamite exploded on the robot and blew one of its arms off…luckily the one that wasn't holding Mr. GoodMan.
    "Hey! Flying mug freak! Try something that DOESN'T possibly involve me exploding into a million pieces!" screamed Mr. GoodMan angrily.
"Don't worry, citizen, I will make sure you are safe!" said Mug Man.
    Mug Man thought to himself a way to defeat the robot without killing Mr. GoodMan. Hmm...How do you defeat a gigantic robot? thought Mug Man. "Ah ha!" he said.
    "Hey! Flying mug…GET ME OUT OF THIS ROBOT'S GRIP NOW! I command it!" screamed Mr. GoodMan, who was angrier than before.
    "Don't worry! I have an idea!" said Mug Man. Mug Man flew to some nearby power lines, and took off a long power line. He took it over to the large robot. "All right you evil robot, how do you like electricity?!" said Mug Man.
    He stuck the power line on the robot's head. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT! And in just two seconds, the robot's circuits overloaded with power and fried the robot. It tumbled and crashed to the ground with Mr. GoodMan still safe. He rolled out of the robot's giant arm, as Mug Man landed on the street.
"Hooray!" shouted the citizens. Mr. GoodMan picked himself up off the ground and approached Mug Man.
    "Well, as much as I hate to do this, I m-must thank you..." said Mr. GoodMan with an unhappy look.
"Why thank you, good citizen, but it's what I am supposed to do, protecting people is my job." said Mug Man.
"I'm going to thank you by taking you with me!" said Mr. GoodMan happily.
    "WHAT!?!?" said Mug Man with a surprised look. "But I'm supposed to stay here and protect the people?"
"But you need to come with me to repay to me what you did to my suit! MY $100 SUIT! It's stained so bad, so you come with me!" said Mr. GoodMan angrily.
"Fine, I'll go with you…if that's what must be done." said Mug Man, with a huff. Mr. GoodMan reached down and grabbed Mug Man's handle.
"Ouch! Careful…I'm glass!" said Mug Man, as he turned back into a regular mug. Mr. GoodMan marched down the street, past the 16th Avenue Coffee Shop, on his way to his tailor.
 

    At Taylor's Tailors on 16th Avenue, Mr. GoodMan walked through the door, with the now-hibernating Mug Man still in his fist. The store owner, Mr. Henry Taylor, greeted the man.
    "Why, hello, Mr. GoodMan! Lovely day today, isn't it?" said Mr. Taylor.
    "Yeah, yeah, it's great…whatever…" Mr. GoodMan grumbled. Mr. Taylor tried to remain cheerful.
    "Well, what can I do for you today, sir?" said Mr. Taylor.
    "I'll tell you what you can do…you can wash this suit for me…this MUG I'm holding spilled it all over me!"
    "The…mug…ruined your suit?" asked Mr. Taylor.
    "Yes! The darn thing began glowing and spinning around, spilling cappuccino all over my good suit! I think it might be alien or something…it started talking, and it had superpowers. It just destroyed a giant robot that was attacking the city…with ME in its death grip!"
    "The mug was alive? You're saying that as if it was Mug Man."
    "Mug Man, Mug Man…who is this 'Mug Man' everyone talks about?" Mr. GoodMan asked impatiently.
    "Mug Man is a superhero, the guardian of our city. He resides in the 16th Avenue Coffee Shop, and he comes alive when danger comes around." said Mr. Taylor. Mr. GoodMan brushed it off like it was nonsense.
    "Bah, that's nonsense! It sounds like something from a stupid children's picture book!" he said. Mr. Taylor shrugged his shoulders.
    "You can choose to believe it or not, Mr. GoodMan…but it's the truth, and you can count on it."
    "Whatever, I'm done talking about this…so, how about the suit?" Mr. GoodMan asked. Mr. Taylor leaned down and examined the drying stain on Mr. Goodman's suit and undershirt.
    "Well, it seems that this has dried since you spilled it…it might be tough trying to get it out…if it won't come out, you might as well buy yourself another suit set."
    "WHAT?! Are you kidding me? Buy another suit set?! This cost me a whole $100…from the Men's Warehouse™! That's $100 dollars down the drain!" Mr. GoodMan fumed.
    "Listen…I'll see what I can do. There is a good chance that this stain might come out…come back tomorrow, and I'll tell you how it turns out." Mr. Taylor said. Mr. GoodMan nodded, and began to take off the suit jacket, undershirt, and tie.
    "Well, it's a good thing I left a T-shirt on, that's for sure." said Mr. GoodMan, as he handed the bundle of clothes to Mr. Taylor. He put his hat back on his head, grasped Mug Man in his hand and walked out of the store.
    "Have a nice day, Mr. GoodMan!" said Mr. Taylor, but Mr. GoodMan disregarded the cheery good-bye as the door closed. He strolled down the street when Mug Man awoke from hibernation.
    "That was really rude, how you treated that man…" said Mug Man.
    "Can it, you stupid coffee mug! You already caused enough trouble today."
    "Trouble? I saved the city from a maniacal, rampaging robot…including you! And you're barely even thankful for what I did!"
    "I was doing just fine until you came along. I could've found a way to get out of that robot's grip without your little superpowers!"
    "Excuse me…but you were the one who was screaming like a little girl to get out." said Mug Man. Insulted and enraged by Mug Man's true comment, Mr. GoodMan threw Mug Man against a wall, but Mug Man acted fast and flew away from the wall before he came in contact with it. He flew up to Mr. GoodMan.
    "How DARE you say that to me, Mug!" said Mr. GoodMan, pointing a finger at Mug Man, "I can smash you right now, and not lose one bit of sleep over it!"
    "I'd like to see you try." said Mug Man. At that point, Mr. GoodMan reached into his pocket, and pulled out a small laser gun. He cocked it and fired at Mug Man. But he was alert, and dodged out of the way of the flying laser bolt. It hit a tarp roof on one of the buildings, and left a gaping, smoldering hole.
    "Come on, Mug!" said Mr. GoodMan, "I can take you down."
    "Not if I have anything to say about it!" said Mug Man. He lifted his tiny arms and shot streams of hot coffee out of each one. Mr. GoodMan rolled out of the way, but some of the coffee landed on the cuffs of his black pants, and they burned off some of the material. The rest of the coffee, splattered onto a building, and it began to sizzle and melt the brick.
    "Lava-hot coffee, eh? Two can play at THAT game!" said Mr. GoodMan, and switched the function on his laser gun. He then shot out liquid streams of acid from the barrel of his gun, and Mug Man countered the attack with more coffee. Mug Man began to fly in the air. Mr. GoodMan clicked his heels together, and tiny jet thrusters sprung out from the soles of his fancy dress shoes. Fire jetted out of the thrusters, and Mr. GoodMan shot into the air in pursuit of Mug Man.
    "So, you cruddy mug! You think you can outsmart ME? Well then, how do you like LASERS?!" shouted Mr. GoodMan.
    "Actually, I don't, and I'll take you down before you can land a shot on me!"  said Mug Man. Mr. GoodMan opened fire on Mug Man, and Mug Man kept on dodging the blasts and throwing lava coffee at him. But Mr. GoodMan was quick and evasive, and was quickly gaining on Mug Man.
    Hmm…Mr. GoodMan is too elusive; I can't land any coffee on him, Mug Man thought, I've got to think of a way to make him flip out so I can take him down! But at that very moment, Mr. GoodMan landed a shot on Mug Man. Crying out, Mug Man now fell to the ground.
    "Ha! I knew you were no match for me!" said Mr. GoodMan triumphantly. But just then Mr. GoodMan's jet boots gave out with a sputter and a cough.
    "Out of fuel?! Crud!" said Mr. GoodMan, and he fell to the ground, screaming. While falling, he fell faster than Mug Man and flew right by him. CRASH! Mr. GoodMan was now on the ground, arms sprawled out and his body twisted in an unnatural position. Mug Man landed safely on top of him, landing with a small thud. Mr. GoodMan wearily looked up to see the caped coffee mug resting on his chest, and his face turned bright-red.
    "GET OFF OF ME, YOU DUMB CUP!" screamed Mr. GoodMan. They were in an entirely new place now, which was just a big, grassy field.
    "Mr. GoodMan! I thank you for breaking my fall, but you need to be brought to justice!" said Mug Man.
    "You stupid porcelain drinking utensil, why I ought to-" Mr. GoodMan said before he was interrupted by the sound of an automobile engine. Both he and Mug Man turned around to face a strange sight. Out of nowhere, a mysterious truck came up through the field and halted at their position. At that moment, two men, dressed in police uniforms, dragged both Mr. GoodMan and Mug Man off the ground and threw them into their truck, their eyes blindfolded. They continued driving until they were pulled out of the truck, escorted down a hallway, and shoved into a room. The metal door closed behind them with a CLANG!
    "Uugh... where am I? Why is it so dark? And why did the police take me away?" wondered Mr. GoodMan.
    "Well your questions will be answered here" said a mysterious voice Mr. GoodMan began to look around, but could only see black from beneath his blindfold.
    "Who are you?" asked Mr. GoodMan.
    "Well I'm sorry, you don't know who I am; I'll introduce myself to you. I'm Cal, and you, sir, are Mr. GoodMan." explained Cal.
    "Well, I already know my own name, for Pete's sake! Now tell me what I did wrong, and make it snappy! I've got a mug to destroy!" Mr. GoodMan said angrily.
    "Oh, you've got some special work to do? Well then too bad, because we need to keep you in here until it blows over." Cal explained.
    "Till what blows over? Spit it out man I've got a tight schedule running here!" Mr. Goodman stated. Cal removed both GoodMan and Mug Man's blindfolds, and un-cuffed them.
    "So you wanna go help them out?" Cal asked.
    "Help WHO out?" GoodMan asked.
    "Heck yeah, if it means getting out of this dump! Now what am I gonna need for this job?" said Mr. Goodman. Cal handed Goodman a fully loaded machine gun.
    "This is all you need. Happy killing!" Cal said with a pleased tone.
    "Whoa, whoa, WAIT a minute! Who the heck am I fighting for, and don't I get, like, a partner or something?" asked Mr. Goodman. Cal sighed
    "You're fighting for Jack City, and you want a partner? Then take your "porcelain buddy" with you." Cal said escorting Mr. Goodman and Mug Man out.
    GoodMan was about to protest when he was shoved outside into the middle of an all-out alien invasion. Lasers and raking machine gun fire filled the air. Mr. GoodMan took a few quick looks around, and a small grin appeared on his face. Now, it was action time. The old soldier inside of him came to life that instant. He took a few steps and found his "buddy", lying on his side, tossed from the building as well.
    "So…you're supposed to be my buddy?" asked Mr. GoodMan.
    "Heck yeah! Now if you don't want to get killed, then get behind me!" said Mug Man.
    "I wouldn't get behind you if you were the last mug on this earth!" shouted Mr. GoodMan. Immediately after shouting that, he nearly got blasted by laser fire.
    "Whoa! OK, you asked for it, so you get it!" shouted Mr. Goodman while gunning down four aliens. He watched their bodies fall to the ground, their weapons clamoring.
    "I take back what I said; you can fend for yourself, GoodMan." said Mug Man. Shortly after that, a large figure showed up next to them with a sniper rifle longer than any other.
    "What kind of soldiers are you guys?" asked the large man.
    "Well we were ju-" Mug Man started explaining their previous predicament, but was interrupted by the large man.
    "Oh I know who you guys are! You're the people that my men found on the outskirts of the city." Explained the large man "You were taken to the arms building right next to us and were being held there till this blows over."
    "How the heck did you know all that?" asked Mr. Goodman.
    "I know a lot more than you do, GoodMan." said the large man while sniping multiple aliens.
    "What? You know my name too?" asked GoodMan, dumbfounded at how this guy knows so much information about him. Just then, the voice of Mug Man rang out.
    "Hold on! The aliens are retreating!" Mug Man shouted, and the firing stopped. He was proven correct when the diminishing alien armies, seeing that their ranks were outnumbered, quickly made their way to their spaceships. With the sound of igniting rocket engines, the aliens high-tailed it off the planet. The defending Jack City soldiers cheered at the victory.
    "Now that they're gone, I'll tell you who I am and be on my way." said the large man. "I'm General Montrescon, one of the four Generals of Jack City. I knew all about you cause I'm a Cyborg, I can access anything I want to, because whenever something happens, there is immediate information on it that is transferred to me." Montrescon explained.
    "So, you're like a robot person, or something?" asked Mug Man.
    "You could say that, Mug Man, but I've got no time to chat. I had best be on my way." said Montrescon.
    "Hey! Wait! How do I get out of here?" shouted Mr. Goodman.
    "The exit to the city is right behind you. Now have a nice day, and don't die." said Montrescon as he walked away.
    "What did he mean by that?" said Mr. Goodman.
    "Never mind that, let's go." said Mug Man. He started to fly away when Mr. GoodMan interrupted him.
    "Hold on there, Mug Man! We haven't finished our business here yet! I believe you still owe me payments on my wrecked suit from the coffee YOU spilled on it!" said GoodMan. At that moment, Mug Man flew around and faced Mr. GoodMan, looking not quite happy.
    "You know what? I've had it up to HERE with your constant whining and complaining! I save you from the clutches of an attacking robot, and did you thank me properly? NO! And plus, I had no intention of spilling coffee on your precious suit! You just happened to be in the way of my transformation when it happened! And you started a fight between us…over practically NOTHING! All the time I've been stuck with you, I've taken your insults and your sarcasm against me and other people, but that last comment was it! If you can’t be nice for once, then I'm just gonna go!" said Mug Man as he walked off.
    Mr. GoodMan thought for a moment about what Mug Man had just told him. Maybe, perhaps, maybe he had been a little selfish and thoughtless throughout this whole adventure. Either it was him being plum crazy or it was the actual truth.
    "Wait a second!" Mr. Goodman shouted. "If you're going back to where you came from, then you'll need an escort just in case there is danger along the way." "Is that you way of saying sorry?" Mug Man asked. "You could say that, also I've got no idea where New Anson is from this location." Mr. Goodman said. "Apology accepted, we should get going now." Mug Man said.
    And so, Mug Man and Mr. Goodman set off to New Anson, unaware of what dangers lie ahead. They're first stop was The Forest of Memories.


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