Chapter Text
The city of Townsville was getting soaked by some sudden rain.
It had been one of those rare, quiet days where no threat was afoot and everyone could mind their business in peace, at least until the first clap of thunder sent many unfortunate pedestrians rushing for cover.
"Unsuspecting fools..." snickered an ominous, yet minuscule figure, as it dramatically opened an umbrella right under the dramatic flash of some dramatic lightning.
Needless to say, it was really dramatic of him.
"They must have heeded the forecast's blatant inaccuracies," he continued, addressing no one in particular as he kept making his way towards a nearby store. "But I, Mojo Jojo, will no longer fall for their deception, for I have soundly prepared myself for the opposite of their claims today, which is the pouring rain we are currently having."
And it was indeed Mojo Jojo speaking, and casually walking down the rainy street with a fancy umbrella in one hand and a shopping list in the other.
It had indeed been one of those days.
"Let's see..." he continued, and then started reading aloud. "Hazardous toys, check. Excessively violent video games, check. Now I must acquire some sugary foods."
But before he could step any closer to the store, our villain was suddenly stopped in his tracks by something strange.
A piercing wail, coming from a darkened alley.
But that wasn't the strange part, because it wasn't exactly uncommon to hear wails or even screams in the often crime-ridden alleys of Townsville. What really caught the specific eye, or rather ear of Mojo of all people was the fact that these wails were unmistakably monkeylike.
"What was that?" he wondered, aloud, as he began to approach.
And even in the shadows he could tell, literally in his case, that this was indeed a fellow monkey crying for help, presumably injured and abandoned to a deadly fate.
"Uncaring fools..." he growled, while still approaching and squinting.
But no stray monkey would have ever been as strange as what happened once he could take a better look at this one's unnaturally tall head and radioactively turquoise face.
"I'm hurting!" it cried, and its shrill voice seemed to strangely fluctuate between animal cries and somewhat sapient cries as it did so. "It huuuuurts!"
Mojo recoiled and stared in understandable shock for about a minute, but then quickly put together these metaphorical puzzle pieces and went back towards the poor creature, making the scene fade to a suspenseful black as he did so.
The next day would definitely not be one of those days.