Mission: Not Likely

Mission: Not Likely is a PSA plot, using Professor Shroomsky (probably against his will at first), to secretly spy on The Darktonian Realm.

Going in disguise, Shroomsky plans to spy on the innermost secrets of the Realm, try to enter Weegie's Mansion (now Darktan's Estates), meet some villains, and ultimately report it to the side of Good. Since Professor Shroomsky is immune both to polka-torture (he loves polka) and starvation (he decomposes rotten items), Darktan can do little to stop him.

This is set before Shroomsky was informed of the Realm, the mansion, ect. ect.

This story will be told in Traditional Format, with a narrator.

Chapter One: You've Won a Contest You Didn't Enter!
Our tale begins. We see Professor Shroomsky was reading his favorite book, Conspiricy Theories for Conspiring Creatures.

Like any civillian, he was not very aware of the PSA. He's had his cross with Agency items, such as The Humana Cathedral Papers, Fort Lox, and other oddities of that nature, but his next informative was different.

He'd never heard of Darktan.

He was unaware of the Realm, unaware of Darktan's Estate. Very unaware.

He nearly dozed off, when a knock was heard on his door.

He sat up, brushed off his labcoat, and opened the door up.

"SUPRISE!"

A bunch of penguins in suits holding a paper, a manilla envelope, and a huge bouqet of baloons stood at the door. In the background, a limosene was in the street.

"YOU'RE THE WINNER OF THE PRINTER'S SWEEPSTAKES AGENCY!" one of them screamed.

Professor Shroomsky blinked, then rubbed his glasses on his coat.

"Folks, I beleive you've got the wrong house."

"No we didn't! The address is right here: 7 Neville Lane, South Pole City, Eastshield, USA!"

"Yes, that's my address, but I didn't enter any sweepstakes."

"WELL THEN, YOU HAVEN'T SEEN YOUR PRIZE!"

The Agents stepped back. One of them held out a picture depicting a beautiful mansion.

"YOU'VE WON A MANSION ON THE PENGOLIAN/TRANS-ANTARCTIC/EASTSHIELD BORDER!"

Shroomsky blinked.

"THAT'S RIGHT! A SEVENTEEN BEDROOM, FIVE BATH LUXUARY ESTATE, WITH A BALLROOM, BASEMENT, BALCONY, GARDEN, AND OH SO MUCH MORE! LEGALLY PROTECTED BY EASTSHEILD, AND NO FISH SLAPPING INVOLVED!"

They handed Shroomsky a map.



He read the map.

"That's sixty miles away!"

"WHICH IS WHY A LIMOSENE WILL CARRY YOU THERE! MEET US AT THE SOUTH POLE CITY CITY LIMITS AS SOON AS POSSIBLE!!!!"

The Sweepstakes jumped into their limosene and sped off.

Shroomsky went back inside.

"Turtleheimer, I apparently just won a mansion on the border. If anything happens, I'll call you."

Turtleheimer smiled.

"You won a mansion? That's great! I'll sharpen up my memory of Legal Issues in case something comes up."

Feeling assured, the Professor headed out.

He turned off Neville Drive, and onto the primary sidewalk of South Pole City. Though he didn't enter the contest, a prize is a prize. He had the deed, anyway.

He passed Explorer, but didn't dare to speak to him about the mansion. He and that Fourth Goozack did enough in a previous escapade to last seventeen lifetimes.

He continued down the road, when he passed some green character in overalls, hopping down the street on a pogo stick. There was only one green character on a pogo stick in Antarctica.

"Good day, Pogopunk32!" Shroomsky smiled.

Pogopunk32 turned and waved.

"Ah, hello Shroomsky. Is there anything you want to tell me?"

"I WON A LUXURIOUS RESIDENCE DOWN BY THE BORDER!"

Pogopunk32 stopped. That usual cheesy grin on his face was wiped away.

"You won... a mansion?"

"Yes sir! I even have a map and its repsective deed!"

"Mind if I see that map?"

Shroomsky gladly handed the overall wearing green thing his map.

"Uh, Shroomsky... where did you aquire this... map... and that, deed?"

"I won it in a contest that I didn't even enter. Someone must have entered it for me. Perhaps a fan of Pizza who enjoys the pipe organ?"

Pogopunk32 just stood there. He got off his pogo stick. Without it, he was rather short. He handed the Professor a flashlight.

"You're 'gonna need that. Trust me. Oh, and stay away from any paintings."

Pogopunk32 got back on his transportation and hopped off, rather somberly. Professor Shroomsky had no idea what he meant by paintings, or his aquisition of a flashlight. Still, that couldn't damper his mood.

The fungus pocketed his flashlight and headed down to the City Limits. As promised, a limosene awaited him.