It was a bright, sunny day in Pac-Village. No ghosts around to cause any trouble, No thunderstorms, Just another peaceful day. A very special day I might add too. Ms. Pac-Man was seen outside of her house, looking frantically for Pac Jr. "Junior!" She called out. "…JUNIOR! Junior, You haven't happened to see…" She turned around to see the young Pac carrying a large birthday cake. "Ah, thanks, schnookie~!" She responded. "Happen to see any sign of the birthday boy?" Just then the gate to their front yard opened as a familiar voice was heard.

"Did someone say cake?" Pac-Man had just arrived home, and today was his 25th birthday. "Mmm… Cherry meringue sugar-stuffed power pellet a'lorange, you shouldn't have." He said, examining his birthday cake. "Well, you only turn twenty-five once." Ms. Pac-Man said. "It just sounds so… old." Pac-Man responded. "Oh, Sweetie, You're only as twenty-five as you feel~!" His wife told him. "Thanks, honey." Pac-Man said happily. "You and junior are the best presents I ever had. And you're right, I look fantastic!"

Pac-Man then froze for a bit, looking around his surroundings. "Is something wrong?" Ms. Pac-Man asked. "Funny…" Pac-Man said. "My Pac-sense is tingling…" Suddenly Pac-Man vanished in a flash of light, Ms. Pac-Man and Pac Jr. looked around confused. In the center of Pac-Village he suddenly reappeared trying to keep his balance on top of the Golden Fruit tree. "Pac, get down from there." She said. "You're not Twenty-four anymore, you know." "But, I'm not doing anything!" Pac-Man cried. Suddenly he teleported once again.

Somewhere far away it seems someone was desperately in need of Pac-Man's help. A gray ghost fumbled around with a modified arcade cabinet, rather frustrated. "Dooooh! Work with me, you spark-showering excuse for microcircuitry!" He whined, shaking the machine.

"OK, honey. It was funny once!" said Ms. Pac-Man, growing tired of this nonsense. Pac-Man was then shown hanging from a wind vane. "Don't panic!" he shouted. "Everything is under control… I don't think it will ha-" He was cut off as he vanished once again. Suddenly he started teleporting all around the roofs of Pac-Village before being teleported right above his family at a towering height. "Oh, well. At least this birthday's still better than my twentieth." Pac-Man said before he began to fall face first into his birthday cake.

…Well almost. Right before he splattered into the delicious pastry he vanished, This time nowhere to be seen. "Happy birthday, dear…" Ms. Pac-Man said with a sigh.