To think it all started with a bowl of cereal. It wasn’t even the good stuff, like Lucky Charms or Froot Loops. It was Cheerios. Neo woke up, stretched and walked to the kitchen. He started to make a glass of water, finished making it, then drank it. Neo was already starting to think about what he would do that day.
Then he remembered.
It was the International Day of Mayhem, where president Bohrok Obama left his seat of power, and anything could happen, no matter how bad. Neo had a plan for this day. A while back, an oddly specific law had been made: Don’t steal the president’s breakfast cereal.
Neo was going to do just that.
He would need some partners, however. Good thing he assembled a team / friend group ahead of time. The team consisted of:
Neo, an arthomorphic dragon.
Klunk, a very strong yet very stupid Skakdi-turned-toa of iron.
Jerry, a Matoran only capable of saying his own name.
Punkrahk, a Rahkshi of power scream who loves emo music.
Mirage, femme fatale extraordinaire, and comeback master.
They were going to steal some cereal from right under the president’s nonexistent nose. (I don’t think Bohrok have noses?)
Neo went into the group chat, where they were setting up for the grand heist. After a few hours of joking, calculating, and planning, they met in their secret HQ, AKA Neo’s basement. They put on all their equipment and set out onto the streets of Bonkle Nui. It wasnt as easy as they had hoped to remain inconspicuous, especially because the 5 of them were wearing clunky plastic night vision goggles that Klunk had found in happy meals.
It also didn’t help that Mirage and Punkrahk were constantly bickering, and Jerry and Klunk were constantly running into walls. Neo calculated that both of them would have minor head trauma by the time they got to the fortress of horrible doom, which was where the president lived. Once they got there, they were cold, tired, and hungry. " Good thing we’re stealing some cereal!" joked Neo.
Nobody laughed.
By some miracle, they had gotten into the second to last floor of fortress of horrible doom without being spotted. But Klunk spotted a button, and Klunk being Klunk, he pressed it.
“BUTTON OF IMMINENT DEATH ACTIVATED” Boomed the intercom. “THIS FORTRESS OF HORRIBLE DOOM WILL SELF DESTRUCT IN .0001 SEC-”
Then the base exploded.
To be continued! (Don’t worry, no one died.)