Jello Man takes on the Forces of Evil
And gets fucking creamed.
A committee is formed to analyze what went wrong and to develop possible solutions.
This committee meets bi-monthly for an hour via teleconference; it is strictly bring-your-own-donuts.
The committee issues a five hundred page report of its findings, which becomes available some three years later, but no one cares or reads it.
Promotions are given out across the board.
Disillusioned, Jello Man gives himself over to alcohol and sex.
"Jello shots!" scream the girls.
Ruined and in pieces, Jello Man crawls into the desert to meditate.
Unfortunately, in the heat, he melts altogether.
"He had no backbone!" snipes his ex-wife in her horrid smoker's voice.
"I thought he was sweet," offers one of the party girls.
"I could have protected him," insists the kindly jello mold.
Meanwhile, the Forces of Evil run amok.
Enter: Macaroni Man!
Emerging dramatically from a steaming colander, and draping himself in delicious melted cheddar,
Macaroni Man fears no one!
"Look at his elbows. He's not straight!" sniffs the preacher.
"Eww. Cheesy," says the fashion maven.
"Hoorayyyy!" shout children everywhere.
Macaroni Man, Hope of the Universe, takes on the Forces of Evil!
They have him for lunch.