>>413
It's been a slow day for Mister Kibble. Mister Kibble, known for his protection of Happiness, had only managed to protect Happiness 17 times. It was hopeless. But tomorrow will be different, Kibble murmurs in his sleep. Tomorrow will be different.
As Mister Kibble wakes up, he decided to restock his supply of Happiness. You see, Kibble's vest has room for 200 Happy Pins. Yesterday's events left this at 183. With his mission to make today a great day, he decided that he'd need all 200 of them. Making sure to have an even distribution between "SMILE HAPPY!" and "LET'S FUN!" pins, he replenished the stock on his vest. After seconds of silence, he practiced his ritual of Happiness. As he uttered the phrase "Hello, how are you!?" several dozen times, he realized that today's Happiness will be good enough to make it work.
Meet Marco. This fine morning, Marco was eating apple pie. Or trying to, at least. Marco's appetite wasn't good enough to eat, upsetting the waitress. Marco's only center of focus was the door, waiting for whatever would come on.
Mere moments later, Mister Kibble rang the bell and ran through the door, destroying it in the process. The concept of doors simply wasn't Happy enough for him. "Hey, Nancy, today will be a great day for Happiness!" Nancy shook her head at the idea of having to replace the door.
Mister Kibble looked around the Applebees, looking for their famous apple bees. He didn't find any. This enraged Mister Kibble into a state of Happiness. Marco didn't appreciate Happiness at the moment; after all, he still had some apple pie in front of him without having enough hunger to eat. It's the worst predictment that one can be in. So close to perfect Happiness, yet so incredibly far away. It makes one incredibly unhappy at the sheer thought.
As Mister Kibble noticed the perfect Happiness being left alone by one in a sheer state of Unhappiness, Mister Kibble knew he had to do something. He'd have to interject for a moment. This was his moment. His day hadn't even started yet and he was already close to failing his mission for the second day in a row.
Mister Kibble charged at Marco, gaining Marco's complete attention in the process. Mister Kibble said his stock catchphrase of "Hello, how are you!?" several dozen times, capturing the attention of everyone in the immediate vicinity. "You look a little down, so let's turn that frown upside-down!", he uttered. This was Kibble's moment of complete Happiness protection. Looking for his Balloon Belt, Mister Kibble accidently touched his spare toy gun, dropping it in the process. As the entire crowd looked at it, they ran away, driving Mister Kibble to complete desperation.
Fortuanetely, Mister Kibble noticed the apple pie and ate it all in one big gulp. Yummy! The delicious apple pie revitalized Mister Kibble. However, Marco was scared. The idea of having his apple pie eaten by somebody with a toy gun wasn't his cup of tea. Marco leaped up on his seat and backed into the corner, cowering in fright, awaiting what would happen next.
Mister Kibble was clearly preparing a speech of some kind. Mere seconds later, Mister Kibble proclaimed "Ah, apple pie. Without this pie, my day would've been ruined. But even with, we have here an typical example of that which cannot be saved. That which cannot be helped. That which cannot be healed. That which cannot be nurtured. That which cannot even eat his apple pie anymore. That without hunger. That without happy pins. That without Happiness. The complete opposite of what one can possibly stand for. There is only one solution, and you aren't a part of it."
As Marco tried to say something, Mister Kibble interrupted him and went on with his speech. "Color is the prime way to express Happiness. A human contains lots of color; any pie does this as well. Life in general is full of color. However, you don't seem to be so colorful at the moment. My duty calls here; it will express itself in mere seconds. Please wait."
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