G5 Adventures in Captain Underpants: The First Epic Movie

Captain Underpants (who was pretending to be Principal Krupp, thinking him to be the secret identity of the superhero) had hired a maniac who had been in a very dark place the past few years as the new science teacher for Jerome Horwitz Elementary, making the Mane 6 realize things were going to get a lot more complicated with more than just a hypnotized principal thinking he was a comic book character.

But, the truth was, they had no idea how deep this new science teacher’s villainy really went.

Unfortunately... they were going to find out about this very soon, and in ways that they never wanted to think about.

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Kendra sniffed the air as she and her friends, old and new, walked to their science class, immediately gagging at the scent she got. “That maniac science teacher’s definitely been around a flying leopard recently,” she told the others in disgust. “The scent of the maniac’s lip balm is mixing with the burnt toast scent and its burning my nose!”

“Burnt toast scent?” Sunny turned to face her, stopping the others in their tracks. “What do you mean?”

“Well, every flying leopard has a scent that identifies them,” Kendra said. “For example, I smell like sugar cookies, my mom smells like bubblegum, my dad smells like pizza, Heath smells like chocolate, Treena smells like mint and Claudia smells like grape jelly. And the leopard that the new science teacher was around smells like burnt toast, so…”

“Whichever leopard smells like burnt toast,” Zipp deduced, “is the leopard that new teacher was around! Good detective work, Kendra!”

“But how can we find that leopard?” Hitch asked. “They could be miles away by now!”

“We’ll have to worry about that later,” Misty told the group. “Right now, we have to get to science class and make sure that teacher isn’t up to anything too dastardly. At least… at the moment.”

“...yeah… you’re right, Misty. Come on,” Sunny nodded and led the group away… unaware that Alterro and his newfound minions, Evander and Jaliya, were watching outside the window. “DRAT!! I knew I shouldn’t have shook paws with that idiot professor before he left,” Alterro growled, glancing at his paw. “If those ponies figure out that’s my scent the little rodent detected…”

“They will never figure it out, master,” Evander said in a monotone voice. “My daughter and her friends are not smart enough.”

“Oh, those ponies are much smarter than you would think,” Alterro growled before composing himself. “Come now… we must get back to the secret hideout until we get further instruction.”

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Harold, George and Kendra swiftly led the Mane 6 to their science class, where the new science teacher was writing his name on the blackboard, which was revealed to be Professor P, in front of the students. “Hiya, class. I'm your cool, new teacher. Not some scary guy with a secret evil agenda,” he said with a cheerful smile. “Anyway, I'm just going to dive right in here. If there was one thing about this world that you could change… what would it be?”

A girl at the front immediately raised her hand. “Ooh! Ooh! Peace on Earth!”

“Unattainable,” Professor P stated, making the girl frown. “Anyone else?”

As Professor P talked with the rest of the class about the topic at hand, Kendra, George and Harold talked amongst themselves about the changes they would make, with George going first. “Pacific Ocean into chocolate.”

Harold nodded in agreement. “Atlantic into nacho cheese!”

Kendra tried her best not to squeal aloud as she suddenly had a thought. “Arctic into ice cream!”

Izzy giggled slightly from where she was listening. “It’s like you guys are the same person, and yet so, so different. I love it!”

“...but most importantly,” Professor P continued his lecture, “if I had to change one thing about the world... it would be to get rid of... laughter.”

“Uh…” Pipp blinked. “Who to the what now?”

“Get rid of laughter?” George questioned in confusion, causing Hitch to become confused himself. “What kind of person wants to do that?”

“Oh, oh! Ah! Ah! Sir, sir,” Melvin raised his hand from the front, causing Professor P to turn his attention to him. “I love it!”

Zipp scoffed under her breath. “Of course he does…”

“Oh, look at this. We got a grade A suck-up. Good to know, good to know. Anyway…” Professor P continued, getting the chart of a child’s brain out from his briefcase and showing it to the class while Melvin and Sunny eagerly took notes. “This is the brain of an average child. Right here is the ‘thinking about candy’-lopalus. The ‘fear of what's under the bed’ lobe. This is the ‘only thing I'll eat is pizza, chicken nuggets, or buttered noodles’ lobe. Right here is the "as soon as someone else has a toy... I want that toy" anterior lobe.”

But then, the professor turned his attention to a rather large purple part of the chart. “And this… this,” he said to the class, “is the Hahaguffawchuckleamalus.”

“Hahaguffawchuckleamalus?” Kendra tried her best not to laugh. “I wonder what genius came up with that name.”

“This funny little purple part holds our entire capacity for laughter,” Professor P continued explaining. “For years, I've tried to shrink it or cut it out entirely... but frustratingly, our survival seems dependent upon it.”

“...I don’t like this,” George whispered to Kendra, George and the Mane 6. “I mean, I don't really understand it. But the stuff I am understanding seems genuinely bad to me.”

“You’re not wrong, George,” Misty frowned. “I got the same feeling back in Krupp’s office. We may need to keep a closer eye on this guy than we thought.”

Harold then raised his hand. “Um... excuse me, Professor P? Why are you trying to get rid of laughter?”

“Uh, yeah!” Pipp asked with a smile. “Isn’t laughter the best medicine?”

“Medicine is the best medicine!” Professor P yelled in the pegasus princess’ face, causing her to reel back. “So…”

“Yeesh…” Hitch shuddered in fright as Zipp tried to comfort her younger sister. “Someone has a real attitude problem.”

George slowly raised his hand after a moment, which Professor P saw with a distasteful look. “What?”

“What does the P stand for?” George asked curiously, leaving the professor confused. “Excuse me?” he asked again. “The P in your name,” George clarified. “What does it stand for?”

Sunny could tell that this question made Professor P a bit tense, and this was proven in the answer he gave. “Oh, it's private.”

Harold tried to fight the urge to laugh at a sudden thought, but instead of just outright laughing, he decided to make a funny little comment. “So that means your name is Professor Privates?”

Everyone seemed to laugh at the joke… all except the Mane 6, for reasons that seemed obvious, and Melvin, who just had no sense of humor. “What's so funny? I don't get it.”

However, Professor P got so mad that he leapt right onto George’s desk, frightening the students back into submission. “Principal's office, now!” he demanded before looking over at Harold, the frightened Kendra and the Mane 6. “You too!”

“What?!” Kendra looked shocked. “Why us? We didn’t say anything!”

“Because your friendship and shared sense of humor irritates me…” Professor P sneered, looking at the Mane 6 for the longest time, as if he recognized them from somewhere. “...and must be destroyed!”

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So, without much question, the group immediately retreated to the principal’s office, their feelings swapping from worried, suspicious, scared to death and embarrassment. “We gotta do something about that new science teacher,” George told the others, and Zipp nodded in agreement as they sat down. “Yeah, it's like he's even more of a villain than Krupp.”

Kendra scoffed lightly at this as she stretched and laid down on the floor. “I didn't even think that was possible.”

However, Principal Krupp was listening to this and felt rather offended. “Whoa! Whoa! Wait a second.”

“Oh, tell me about it,” Harold nodded. “What?” Principal Krupp looked stunned, but was completely ignored. “Who do you think…”

“Oh, okay,” Izzy said to her friends. “I’ve got a plan, and here’s what we’re gonna need-- two bathtubs full of glimmerberry jam, a stick of bubble gum, and exactly sixteen cases of assorted craft supplies! This ain't gonna be easy, but if we time it juuuuust right, then we're gonna…”

“Can you hear me?” Principal Krupp asked, but was ignored again as Hitch looked over at Izzy. “Iz, I just don’t know how two bathtubs of glimmerberry jam is gonna help us deal with this Professor P character.”

“I'm sitting right here!” Principal Krupp exclaimed, but was once again ignored as George seemed to think of something. “Wait, Professor P doesn't want anybody to know his last name. Right?”

“Yeah…?” Misty nodded. “But how does that help with anything? Knowing Professor P’s last name would just make him madder.”

“Who’s Professor P?” asked Principal Krupp in confusion. “Exactly!” Izzy said cheerfully, only making Principal Krupp angrier. “Where is the respect?! I am your principal!”

“Wait a sec,” Sunny seemed to freeze upon hearing the angry tone of Principal Krupp's voice. “Is he Krupp again?”

“GEORGE!!!” Principal Krupp screamed out of rage. “KENDRA!!!”

“Yyyyyep,” Zipp’s ears folded back. “Pretty sure he is!”

“HAROLD!!!”

“How'd that even happen?” Harold asked, confused. “Don’t worry!” Kendra reassured her friends. “I got this!”

Then, with the snap of her claws, the hypnosis kicked in again, and Principal Krupp turned back into Captain Underpants again. “Tra-la-laaa!”

“Phew…” Misty sighed out of relief. “That was close.”

“Okay, captain,” said Kendra in a soft voice. “This is what we need you to do.”

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And once he had gotten his instructions from Kendra, George and Harold, Captain Underpants stepped out of the office to talk to Ms. Anthrope. “Greetings! I need to get the…” he paused for a moment before turning to the others, still in the office. “Sidekicks, what do I need again?”

“The file on the new teacher,” Kendra and the boys whispered. “Oh, right, right,” Captain Underpants nodded before turning back to Ms. Anthrope. “I need the bile on the gooey fence creature.”

“Science teacher!” the Mane 6 whispered loudly. “The dewy tense preacher?” Captain Underpants tried again, causing Harold to groan. “The dial on the…”

“Oh, come on!” Pipp grumbled, but surprisingly, Ms. Anthrope grabbed Professor P’s file and handed it to Captain Underpants, who gave her a little salute. “Thank you, human woman!”

And immediately after leaving the office, with the Mane 6 and their friends, Captain Underpants became confused. “Sidekicks, explain to me the importance of this secret file.”

“There’s a new supervillain in town,” Kendra explained to the superhero in disguise, snatching the file from him, “and we’re trying to discover his weakness.”

“Ohhh…” Captain Underpants said, nodding in understanding. That’s when George and Harold tossed papers out of the file, with Izzy and Misty catching them when suddenly, they all gasped upon seeing Professor P’s true name. “Poopypants…!!”

In fact, George, Harold and Kendra were so excited about learning Professor P’s true name, they even started singing!

Kendra, Harold and George: Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
His name is Poopypants, we found his weakness
Hallelujah!

Harold: He wants to rid the world of laughter

George: Forever!

Kendra, George and Harold: And ever!
We will defeat him! Hallelujah!
Hallelujah!

Captain Underpants: Poopypaaaaaaants…!!

After Captain Underpants got done singing his song, Pipp held up his pants with a deadpan expression imprinted on her face. “Captain? You forgetting somethin’?”

“Oh, look at that,” Captain Underpants said, seemingly relaxed. “They came off again.”

George and Zipp slapped their faces at this before Misty handed Captain Underpants his pants again. “Come on, guys, we have some serious work to do,” Kendra said with a little smirk. “And oh-ho-ho… is this prank gonna be worth it.”

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When the lunch bell rang a few hours later, Professor P (now known to us as Professor Poopypants) stepped out of his classroom and approached two girls who were in the same grade as Kendra and the boys. “Hey there, kiddo. First day for Professor P. Can you tell me where the lunch is consumed?”

Then, the two girls started to giggle, confusing Professor Poopypants entirely. “What's going on with your face? Are you choking? Do you need to sneeze?”

Then, the giggling turned into full-blown laughter, angering Professor Poopypants, but he smiled at first, as if he was nice and calm about the situation. “I see, I see. Got a case of the giggles, huh? That's fun. Well, I've got just the remedy for that.”

And just like that, he pulled an iron cage right out of his briefcase, causing the girls to shriek. “In the cage. Now!” Professor Poopypants barked. “Why?” one of the girls asked as they quickly complied. “Because I hate laughter!” Professor Poopypants exclaimed out of anger. “And children and I've got a cage in a briefcase!”

And once the girls were successfully locked into the cage, Professor Poopypants set off to try and find the cafeteria again. “Okay, well, have a nice day. Now what's for lunch?”

Upon entering the cafeteria, however, the kids took notice of Professor Poopypants and started to laugh… well, all except Melvin, who was holding a comic but didn’t seem to understand it. “Excuse me, could you explain to me why this is funny?”

“You!” Professor Poopypants said as he approached Melvin. “Why is everyone laughing?”

“Uh, you're asking the wrong dude,” Melvin said, but handed the professor the comic, whose title Professor Poopypants read aloud. “Captain Underpants and the Perilous Plot of... Professor Poopypants?”

Suddenly... why all the kids were still laughing at him made sense, and it was starting to make Professor Poopypants relive a series of events in his life he would rather forget.

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It was the day that a young Professor Poopypants would recieve his Nobel Prize for his amazing invention, which was yet to be revealed at the time. “Esteemed members of the Nobel Prize Committee... it is with great pride... that I present to you...the Sizerator 2000!” he said, holding up a purple ray-shooting device. “Behold, we can smallify…”

Using the device, the young Professor Poopypants shrunk a car to the size of a small toy. “No more traffic jams. And conversely, largify!”

And then, when he used the device again, Professor Poopypants made a hot dog grow to giant size. “Look at how big this hot dog is. Going to need a lot of mustard for this frankfurter! Ha ha ha!”

Everyone cheered at the magnificent demonstration just as the head of the board approached him with the Nobel Prize trophy in hand. “The Nobel Peace Prize in Inventing Stuff goes to... um, Professor…”

But upon reading his name, the woman leaned down to whisper in the professor’s ear. “Is that really your name? It's not, like, some kind of joke?”

“No. It's not, like, a joke. It's a traditional name in New Swissland,” Professor Poopypants said, but this only caused the woman to try not to laugh as she tried to speak again. “Am I pronouncing it right? Poopypants?”

“More or less,” the professor nodded. “Except the emphasis is on the poop.”

However… everyone started to laugh at the professor’s rather embarrassing last name, without a second thought, causing the younger Professor Poopypants to start getting angrier and more embarrassed. “Why are you laughing? I've invented a shrinking and enlarging ray! I should be famous! I should be dating models twice my size... and doing the talk show circuit! I should be protecting baby seals as a cause... that I say I care about, but not really!”

Unfortunately, no matter what he said, no one stopped laughing. “This guy is too much!” one of the attendees said. “Stop! Stop laughing!” the professor shouted. “No, stop it!”

“Okay. Phew! Oh... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry,” the woman on the stage said after a few moments, starting to hand him the trophy. “Here. Take the award. It's really fun to say Poopypants.”

“You keep your stupid award! I don't want it anymore!” the professor snapped before a sudden thought came to mind. “Oh, and one more thing…”

And without another word, Professor Poopypants took out the Sizerator 2000 and shrunk the woman down in moderation, causing the crowd to gasp. “On behalf of the Nobel Prize committee, please accept our apology,” the woman said in a higher pitched voice, holding up the tiny trophy again. “And could you change me back now please?”

However, the young Professor Poopypants had already made up his mind. “Why don't you go on and invent your own shrinking and enlarging ray... if you think you're so smart?!”

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Professor Poopypants woke up from his horrible memory a few seconds later, and realized that all the kids, including Kendra's siblings, were staring at him, causing him to gulp nervously. “How much of that was out loud?”

“...pretty much all of it,” Claudia answered bluntly. “But, uh… you didn’t hear it from me.”

“Come on!” Treena whispered to her twin desperately. “We have to go warn Kendra and our friends before it’s too late!”

However, Heath gulped and pointed a shaking paw at the cafeteria doors. “I, uh… I think it’s too late for that.”

Turns out, Kendra, the boys and the Mane 6, each with a few comics in their possession, came back into the cafeteria, not noticing the tension hanging in the air. “Extra!” George shouted. “Extra!”

“Come get our new issue!” Kendra said before she froze, seeing Professor Poopypants glaring at them. “Captain Underpants and the Perilous Plot of Professor Poopypants…” Harold began to say before the rest of the group noticed Professor Poopypants, but Hitch was the first one to speak after that. “Oh, no…”

“Is now a good time for me to initiate that invisibility spell and kinda… fade from view?” Misty asked nervously. “Unfortunately, Misty, I don’t think that would be enough,” Zipp whispered, looking just as nervous as her friends. “Looks like we’re in huge trouble this time.”

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The Mane 6 strained and grunted Professor Poopypants pulled them and Kendra on ropes tied around their necks, while pushing George and Harold out of the school to find Principal Krupp (aka Captain Underpants), who was not in his office, but outside making a new announcement on the school sign. “There you are. I've been looking all over for you,” Professor Poopypants said. “Hmm…” Captain Underpants said, clearly in thought. “How many A's are there in ‘Tra-la-laa’? I'll just go with 11.”

And once he decided to take a break, Captain Underpants turned to the new science teacher with a smile. “Enjoying your first day, professor?”

“The complete opposite, actually!” Professor Poopypants said in anger, holding the comic that Kendra, George and Harold made. “Look at what these little monsters have created! We must lock them up, probably, like, forever!”

“Okay, isn’t that going a little far?” Kendra asked timidly. “I-I mean, it was just something we found funny-- it wasn’t supposed to get this far-- AGH!!”

Kendra became even more nervous as ice built up under her paws as Professor Poopypants pulled on her rope, fearing being hurt. But as Captain Underpants looked at the comic, he hummed in thought. “Oh, my. This is not a comic!” he said before smiling. “This… is a history book.”

The Mane 6 seemed to sigh in relief as the professor let go of their ropes, only for the professor to become confused. “What?!”

This caused George and Harold to giggle to themselves. “And as such, it should be taught in every classroom!” Captain Underpants continued. “And you yourself must teach it... because that is how good it is.”

“I don’t understand,” said Professor Poopypants. “I thought, like, we'd be on the same page here.”

“What page is that? I'm on page 9, here. It's fantastic. Look, look,” Captain Underpants pointed to the comic book page he was on. “It's about this evil science teacher... who looks a lot like you, by the way. And he wanted to rid the world of laughter... but he couldn't figure out how to do it. Even worse, it seemed like everywhere he went, people were having fun and laughing. It just was infuriating. But then, he discovered someone who wasn't. Anti-Humor Boy! And then the professor says, 'Very interesting' Heh heh heh heh. That's my voice for him.”

“Wait, wait, wait, gimme that,” Professor Poopypants snatched the comic away when he noticed that one of the characters in the comic looked a LOT like Melvin. “That's not Anti-Humor Boy. That's the… suck-up from class. Very interesting.”

“Wow…” Hitch whispered. “At least Kendra and the boys predicted the ‘very interesting’ part right.”

“Not the time, Hitch,” Sunny whispered, getting a very bad feeling about this. “You children don’t even realize it,” Professor Poopypants said as he began to walk toward the nearby road, “but but your silly comic book just helped me figure out how to wipe out laughter on the en…”

But before he could get done speaking, a car hit Professor Poopypants dead on, causing the Mane 6 and their friends to cringe. “Oooh…”

“Out of the road, bozo!” the driver of the car cried out. “Hey, watch where you're going!” the professor cried out in anger. “You just hit Professor Poopypants!”

“Poopypants?!” the driver exclaimed before laughing as he drove away. “That's not funny! THAT'S NOT FUNNY!!!” the professor exclaimed before he was suddenly hit by another car, whose driver glared at him. “Ever heard of a sidewalk?!”

“Oooh, if I had insurance,” said Professor Poopypants, “you'd be in…”

Suddenly, the professor got hit by an ice cream truck which was so powerful, it knocked him several yards away. “I'll admit that was surprising…”

“Huh…” Harold commented as they watched the professor limp away. “That actually worked out for once.”

“Good job, Captain Underpants!” Izzy praised. “At your service, sidekicks,” Captain Underpants saluted cheerfully. “Now where was I?”

Captain Underpants went to work fixing the school sign again, with Izzy volunteering to help, but then, George had a conflicting thought, which he sighed against. “We should probably get back to class, huh?”

“Yeah,” Harold nodded. “We probably should.”

“...unless…?” Pipp smirked over at Harold and George. “Come on, let’s talk to Captain Underpants about it! Hee-hee!!”

“Ugh…” Zipp rolled her eyes as her sister led George and Harold away. “Sisters.”

“I know…” Misty smiled longingly. “It’s gonna be so great when my dad and your mom get married and we’re gonna be sisters too.”

“Really?” Kendra looked confused. “You’re not upset that your mom and your dad aren’t getting back together, Misty?”

“Well… I know they were in love once, and they’re still friends,” Misty truthfully admitted, “so… I’m okay with them not getting back together, as long as we still have a good family-related dynamic.”

“...I haven’t seen Dad or Jaliya since they stormed out of the house that night,” Kendra admitted quietly. “What if… what if we never hear from Dad again?”

“Come on, don’t think like that,” Hitch said to the winged leopard cub gently. “Your dad may be doing some really bad stuff right now, but deep down, we know that he still cares about you, though he… doesn’t seem to wanna admit it.”

Kendra looked skeptical. “You really think he still cares?”

“If he doesn’t, I will literally give up my detective role for a week,” Zipp vowed with a sincere smile. “Now… let’s head back inside. I’m actually kinda curious to see what Pipp, George and Harold’s idea is.”

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A little while later, the entire school was gathered inside the auditorium, with Harold, George and Kendra sitting with Kendra’s sisters and younger brother, where George finally turned to the Mane 6, who were sitting behind them. “ Now, let me ask you something. If you could control your principal... what would you do?”

“Shh, shh!” Treena giggled excitedly. “It’s starting!”

“It’s totally starting!” Heath said excitedly. “Uh… what’s starting?”

It was at that moment that the disguised Captain Underpants walked onto the stage, causing the murmuring to fall to a deafening silence, with his toupee being more styled than Principal Krupp's usual toupee. Then, Captain Underpants began to conduct a bunch of kids onstage, which consisted of students sitting on whoopee cushions over and over to the tune of 1812 Overture. Everyone laughed as the musical rhythm of whoopee cushions, burps, knuckle cracks, and other gross sounds filled the air. The song ends with a student riding a big whoopee cushion and a little girl farting.

The entire school, even the Mane 6, broke into laughter upon seeing such a silly sight, and they knew they George, Harold and Kendra were probably enjoying this most of all.

But they couldn't help but wonder... what was Professor Poopypants' role in all this?

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Later on that day, in a Mr. Licky's ice cream truck, Professor Poopypants was experimenting with Melvin with Alterro looking on while his mind-controlled minions, Evander and Jaliya, slept not too far away, having been keeping an eye on the Mane 6 and their newfound friends all day. “I just wanna make sure,” said Melvin as Alterro put a helmet on his head, “you apply the extra credit to next semester. I won't be needing it this semester, of course.”

Professor Poopypants rolled his eyes at this. “Oh, yeah. Sure, yeah. Whatever floats your boat, Melvin.”

Suddenly, there was a knock on the ice cream truck’s window. “Excuse me?”

“Let me handle this,” Alterro said before opening the window and looking out to see a little girl standing in front of the truck. “Can I please get an ice cream sandwich?”

“Oh, sorry, kid… we’re closed for Ebola,” Alterro said sarcastically. “Try again in 20 years, okay? Bye bye!”

With that, he closed the window and the girl sadly left. “Ugh… youth-like innocence is SO not what my father wanted for his kingdom,” Alterro growled bitterly. “He wanted order and restraint, and as soon as those ponies are gone, that’s what is going to be around from now on.”

“Wait wait wait wait,” Melvin stopped him right there, his eyes wide out of shock. “You didn’t say anything about killing those mediocre horses!”

“Well, of course I have to kill them,” Alterro rolled his eyes. “If I didn’t, they would keep interfering with my plans! Now… Poopypants, we’d better do a quick check to make sure that we're connected.”

“Mmm-hmm. Okay. We're sure that's safe?” Melvin asked before the helmet gave him a nasty electric shock, making him glitch a bit. “Good,” Professor Poopypants smiled before pulling up a screen to show Melvin some funny bloopers.

But, just like he expected, Melvin didn’t laugh at a single one of them. “I'm sorry. Why are you showing me this?”

“Come on, that was funny! That child walked right into that rake,” Professor Poopypants said with a laugh of his own. “I’m bored!” Melvin groaned. “What else is on?”

“Fascinating…” Alterro hummed. “Better do a computer scan.”

Alterro pushed a button with his paw to activate the computer scan, which showed that Melvin’s brain was composed of all green parts… no purple like in the professor’s chart. “I don't believe it,” Alterro said, shocked as the professor looked over the winged leopard’s shoulder. “You know, I suspected something smaller than normal, but this…”

“What?” Melvin looked excited about what they found. “What is it?”

“I can't find it. Your Hahaguffawchuckleamalus! You don't have one!” Professor Poopypants laughed, only confusing Melvin. “I don’t get it.”

“Exactly,” Professor Poopypants told him with a victorious grin. “You have no sense of humor like a chair... or a supermodel! Melvin, with your brain, Alterro and his minions’ powers and my brain together... we can finally wipe out laughter and those pathetic little horses for once and for all!”

“I like the sound of that!” Alterro smirked before grabbing the comic that Professor Poopypants had brought back. “So... the ponies, Kendra, George and Harold want a supervillain, eh? ...well, ask and ye shall receive!”