Mr. Men
Mr. Fabulous lived in a big purple boot, with silver tips.
Everything about him was fabulous. He had fabulous clothes, and fabulous accesories.
Mr. Fabulous liked being fabulous. He even liked rubbing it in Mr. Evil's face.
Sometimes, when he was feeling particularly fabulous, he would go over to Mr. Cuticle's house to show off.
Mr. Cuticle was always excited to see Mr. Fabulous. Mr. Cuticle was excited to see anyone really, but Mr. Fabulous didn't like to think about that.
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Mr. Cuticle lived in a big, green box with a very cuticle puppy.
He was the happiest, bubbliest blob in the whole town.
Sometimes he would get in trouble for being too happy, but that never stopped him.
Mr. Cuticle's favourite day was Christmas.
He was happy whenever Mr. Fail came to visit, because then they could be Christmas together.
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Mr. Fail lived in a big red rectangle.
He never went higher than the second floor of his house, because that was too high up, and might be dangerous.
It was not that Mr. Fail was stupid; things just never seemed to work out for him.
This made him sad sometimes.
The only time Mr. Fail didn't feel bad was when Mr. Cuticle came to visit.
Mr. Cuticle made him feel like he could do anything.
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Mr. Evil was having a bad day.
All of his scheming had come to nought, for Mr. Fabulous’ fashion show had gone off without a hitch. Not only had the purple triangle looked, well, fabulous, he had even managed to turn the victims of Mr. Evil’s ‘Colour-Warping Sabotage Machine’ into a stylish new line of clothing.
Damn him and his fabulousness.
With a sigh, Mr. Evil spun around in his egg-shaped chair. There really had been no hope of success in the first place. I mean, how could he be expected to conquer over all with a sidekick named Mr. Fail? It just wasn’t fair.
Three people had interviewed for the job. Unfortunately, the first two had fallen prey to the numerous booby-traps scattered around his tiny lair. The only one left had been Mr. Fail, who had been too scared to enter the black, dome-shaped complex in the first place.
As if on cue, a red square, with slightly slanted corners, ran screaming through the portal; his wriggly arms waving frantically in uncontrolled circles.
“Fireballs again?”
The blob nodded - the dots making up his eyes, wide with barely suppressed fear. No matter how many times Mr. Fail had tried to program Mr. Evil’s system into recognising him - the malevolent device wouldn’t accept him. It didn't help that Mr. Evil had configured the machine to target him specifically for his own amusement. He was was evil like that.
Clearing his throat, the square delivered his message. “Mr. Spacey sends his apologies - He won’t be joining you for dinner tonight, as his mother said he wasn’t allowed.”
With a melancholy sigh, the mastermind looked through the square vortex others liked to refer to as a window. Mr. Evil liked the word ‘vortex’ - it made his lair sound a lot cooler than it really was.
If only Mr. Spacey could see him for the bright yellow polka dot that he was, then he wouldn’t have to be so evil all the time. He liked his job - but even evil polka dots need to feel loved every now and again. Taking a worn picture out of his pocket, Mr. Evil stared longingly at the blue, cloud shaped squiggle captured within.
~~~~~
Mr. Spacey lived in a bright blue house with his Mum and Dad.
Mr. Spacey liked living at home.
He would potter around all day, drawing and talking to the flowers.
Mr. Spacey was friends with Mr. Evil.
Sometimes he would visit his yellow friend, and they would do silly, evil things together.
Mr. Spacey liked Mr. Evil more than 'friends'.
He just kept forgetting to tell him.
.
Everything about him was fabulous. He had fabulous clothes, and fabulous accesories.
Mr. Fabulous liked being fabulous. He even liked rubbing it in Mr. Evil's face.
Sometimes, when he was feeling particularly fabulous, he would go over to Mr. Cuticle's house to show off.
Mr. Cuticle was always excited to see Mr. Fabulous. Mr. Cuticle was excited to see anyone really, but Mr. Fabulous didn't like to think about that.
~~~~~
Mr. Cuticle lived in a big, green box with a very cuticle puppy.
He was the happiest, bubbliest blob in the whole town.
Sometimes he would get in trouble for being too happy, but that never stopped him.
Mr. Cuticle's favourite day was Christmas.
He was happy whenever Mr. Fail came to visit, because then they could be Christmas together.
~~~~~
Mr. Fail lived in a big red rectangle.
He never went higher than the second floor of his house, because that was too high up, and might be dangerous.
It was not that Mr. Fail was stupid; things just never seemed to work out for him.
This made him sad sometimes.
The only time Mr. Fail didn't feel bad was when Mr. Cuticle came to visit.
Mr. Cuticle made him feel like he could do anything.
~~~~~
Mr. Evil was having a bad day.
All of his scheming had come to nought, for Mr. Fabulous’ fashion show had gone off without a hitch. Not only had the purple triangle looked, well, fabulous, he had even managed to turn the victims of Mr. Evil’s ‘Colour-Warping Sabotage Machine’ into a stylish new line of clothing.
Damn him and his fabulousness.
With a sigh, Mr. Evil spun around in his egg-shaped chair. There really had been no hope of success in the first place. I mean, how could he be expected to conquer over all with a sidekick named Mr. Fail? It just wasn’t fair.
Three people had interviewed for the job. Unfortunately, the first two had fallen prey to the numerous booby-traps scattered around his tiny lair. The only one left had been Mr. Fail, who had been too scared to enter the black, dome-shaped complex in the first place.
As if on cue, a red square, with slightly slanted corners, ran screaming through the portal; his wriggly arms waving frantically in uncontrolled circles.
“Fireballs again?”
The blob nodded - the dots making up his eyes, wide with barely suppressed fear. No matter how many times Mr. Fail had tried to program Mr. Evil’s system into recognising him - the malevolent device wouldn’t accept him. It didn't help that Mr. Evil had configured the machine to target him specifically for his own amusement. He was was evil like that.
Clearing his throat, the square delivered his message. “Mr. Spacey sends his apologies - He won’t be joining you for dinner tonight, as his mother said he wasn’t allowed.”
With a melancholy sigh, the mastermind looked through the square vortex others liked to refer to as a window. Mr. Evil liked the word ‘vortex’ - it made his lair sound a lot cooler than it really was.
If only Mr. Spacey could see him for the bright yellow polka dot that he was, then he wouldn’t have to be so evil all the time. He liked his job - but even evil polka dots need to feel loved every now and again. Taking a worn picture out of his pocket, Mr. Evil stared longingly at the blue, cloud shaped squiggle captured within.
~~~~~
Mr. Spacey lived in a bright blue house with his Mum and Dad.
Mr. Spacey liked living at home.
He would potter around all day, drawing and talking to the flowers.
Mr. Spacey was friends with Mr. Evil.
Sometimes he would visit his yellow friend, and they would do silly, evil things together.
Mr. Spacey liked Mr. Evil more than 'friends'.
He just kept forgetting to tell him.
.