To start off, yes, I did see the new set of OK K.O.! episodes (on YouTube tho, b/c I was too impatient to wait to see the episodes on TV and I needed my fix), and without spoiling anything to those who didn't see them yet, I'd say that, all in all, they were all really good episodes!

"Finals Exams" was an interesting, but nice way to end Enid's P.O.I.N.T. Prep arc; "Soda Genie" had its funny moments; "CarolQuest" had some sweet mother-son moments between Carol and K.O.; "Boxman Crashes" had some good action and comedy, with some moments I'm sure Venomous/Boxman shippers will enjoy; and while I'm pretty sure I haven't this Scooby-Doo / Ghoul School movie that the show is crossing over with, "Monster Party" was still a fun and cute Enid episode regardless! :D

Now, on terms of this story, this fic is meant to take place directly after "Plaza Prom", with the focus now being on Raymond and his other siblings! For this story, I'm hopefully planning to have the comedy be (somewhat) on par with the show's comedy, which is kinda difficult given the show's zany and cartoony nature. But still, here's hoping you enjoy the story anyways! :)

OK K.O.! Let's Be Heroes is owned by Ian Jones-Quartey and Cartoon Network. (I do not own any of its characters nor its properties. This is purely a non-profit fanfic made for fun.)

A BASH AT BOXMORE'S

CHAPTER ONE: IN WHICH RAYMOND HAS THE WORST IDEA IN THE HISTORY OF ALL IDEAS

It was a beautiful star-filled night in Lakewood. The BoxMore factory was shutting down after a long day of assembling robots and making plans to dominate the plaza for all its worth.

As Lord Boxman was in his own quarters getting ready for bed, his robotic children were hanging around in the break room, tending to their own affairs. Ernesto spent his time quieting reading a book at the table, Shannon was on the couch boredly filing her fingernails, Darrell was on the floor playing with some action figures, and Jethro (being a robot without arms, hands, or legs) could only scoot around the room, occasionally belting out his catchphrase at random.

Yep, it certainly was a quiet night for the robots of BoxMore...

*BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG!*

...that is, until a rather impatient and angry knock came from the door, startling the others from their work. Ernesto was the first to respond to the noise.

"Don't worry, young ones! I'll answer it!" he offered jovially, putting down his book. Darrell waved at the bureaucratic 'bot with a kind smile.

"Thanks, Ernesto!" he chirped happily. Shannon rolled her eyes at his brother's overbearing happiness with silent annoyance.

Ernesto went up to the door, slowly reaching to turn the doorknob. However, just as one of his digits just barely slightly grazed the doorknob...

*SLAM!*

The door hastily flung open and immediately sent poor Ernesto jammed between the open door and the wall behind him, the sudden impact seemingly knocking him out cold.

"...D-Did sssssomebody call t-the exterminator…?" slurred Ernesto in a daze, as he slumped down onto the ground, groaning painfully.

Darrell, Shannon, and Jethro paused from their affairs to see what the commotion was, looking at the door in shock as the person at the door was none other than a dented, disheveled, and positively livid Raymond! His metallic hairdo was unkempt, his shiny and spotless finish was covered in scratches and dents, and his once-glamorous and stylishly silver tuxedo was all dirty, ratty, and ripped.

In layman's terms, Raymond looked like he went through Hell and back...seven times in a row…

The sight of his brother's appearance amazingly didn't deter Darrell from cheerfully smiling at him.

"Hey, Ray!" he called out, oblivious to his brother's silent rage, "How did the prom go? Did'ya have a fun time?"

Raymond twitched a bloodshot eye and stomped towards Darrell, looking ready to blow several gaskets out of fury. He then craned his head closer towards Darrell's, his pointy nose looking ready to jab out his brother's singular eye.

"Darrell, my dear, sweet brother…" he said in a eerily quiet voice, "Do I literally look like I've had a fun time tonight?"

Darrell blinked once out of confusion, unsure of what to say. His eye darted across every section of the room nervously.

"Uhhh…"

"BECAUSE, to answer your question, dearest Darrell…" ranted Raymond, not even caring to hear Darrell's answer, "I did not have a fun time tonight AT ALL!"

Raymond, in a fit of anger, stomped around in circles around the common room, looking ready to punch something or someone, all the while ranting like a melodramatic lunatic.

"My plan to become the most fashionable and most skilled attendee at that garish Plaza Prom has gone up into smoke, because I have been upstaged by that big, blue buffoon Radicles! The greatest and most daring BoxMore 'Bot to ever been assembled on Cob's green earth and I get my rear end handed to me on the dance floor! The absolute indignity of it all!"

Then, out of pure anger, Raymond screamed furiously, tore off his ratty tuxedo, and threw it right on the ground. He stomped on the dirty remains of his suit until Raymond finally managed to try and calm himself down.

Shannon, now getting irritated by her brother's whining, groaned and decided to intervene into Raymond's little tantrum in the best way she knows how.

By not caring in the slightest.

"Are you seriously having a hissy-fit because you couldn't be able to dance at some dumb party tonight?" she asked in a bored mood, not bothering to look away from her nails.

Raymond sharply turned his head towards Shannon, glaring daggers at the apathetic android before him.

"It's not just about dancing, Shannon, it's about establishing your dominance! How can BoxMore Enterprises ever claim to be the best in the world if we can't prove to everyone we are!? Every single time when we try to attack the plaza, we always wind up losing to those three fleshbags, no matter what we throw at them!" cried Raymond, his face getting redder and redder out of frustration.

Then, being the overly-dramatic 'bot he is, Raymond slumped onto his knees and lowered his head in shame.

"OH, WHY DOES NOTHING EVER WORK OUT FOR LITTLE OLD ME! I WAS TO BE THE STAR TONIGHT! ME!" he wailed in over-the-top anguish, sobbing loudly in his hands.

Everybody watched this display with confused and worried expressions, sans Shannon who could literally care less at this point right now. Ernesto, whom had miraculously recovered from his dazed state, joined the group and pondered over this situation.

"Well, as much as I love a good brawl myself, perhaps we partake in a more...charitable and less hostile way to assert our dominance…" he explained calmly to the green robot. Raymond looked at him as if he had grown an extra head.

"ERNESTO, YOU FOOL OF NO RETRIBUTION, WE AREN'T 'CHARITABLE', WE'RE BOXMORE 'BOTS FOR COB'S SAKE!" bellowed Raymond dramatically. Even Darrell seemed to side with the upset Raymond additionally.

"Yeah, not to rain on your parade, Ernesto, but Raymond's kinda right about this…" replied Darrell carefully, "Daddy didn't exactly build us for peacekeeping purposes, y'know…" Ernesto hummed thoughtfully.

"Maybe not, young Darrell," ventured Ernesto, "But maybe given the chance, we can put together a plan to con the citizens of Lakewood into thinking that maybe we aren't heartless after all…"

"I doubt it'll be that easy, Ernesto. I mean, last week, Shannon blew up a pizzeria because she got really angry about her order…" cried Darrell, almost-incredulously.

"Hey, that was that dang chef's fault for puttin' onions on my pizza when I specifically asked him not to! You all know I hate onions more than anything!" snapped Shannon bitterly, throwing her nail filer on the ground in annoyance.

"Be that as it may, children…" groaned Ernesto, rubbing his metallic temples to calm his nerves, "I feel that if we wish to have the general public come to our side, we must try and lure them in by hosting a special event of sorts…"

Shannon raised an eyebrow. "What do ya by that?" she asked.

"Elementary, my dear…" started Ernesto, now going into business-mode, "You see, if we lure people into our event, chances are that some people will start seeing us as more hospitable as we normally are, thus having our popularity skyrocket and our business' brand will become more recognized all around."

Then, in a more sinister-sounding and deliciously-hammy voice, Ernesto rubbed his hands in wicked delight. "And then in future, we'll strike on them when they have let their guards down to fully accept us in their lives. Just like in the game of dominos: what we build, we could also topple. And afterwards, we can show to the world that we are a force not to be reckoned with!" he proclaimed, chortling maliciously at the thought of his idea.

The other 'bots thought this idea sounded pretty good, including Raymond as he broke away from his dramatic stupor to listen in on Ernesto's plan.

"Regain the public's trust, only to dismantle again afterwards…" repeated Raymond in realization, "Ooooh, Ernesto! Such a devilish ploy, most intriguing indeed! This'll show those brainless humans what for!" he applauded graciously, before another thought came to mind.

"However, we do need to come up with a certain event to bring in citizens for our plan to work. Any suggestions, dear siblings?" asked Raymond. Darrell's eye glimmered with excitement.

"Ooh! Ooh! How about a bake sale!?" he squealed. Shannon scoffed dismissively.

"Please! Last time you tried to make homemade cannolis, you put toothpaste in the shell instead of icing!" grumbled Shannon matter-of-factly.

Darrell looked away embarrassingly. "We were out of icing at the time, I had to improvise!" he whined sadly.

Ernesto rubbed his chin in thought. "Why not a book fair? That should be fun for the children!" he offered. Raymond rolled his eyes.

"Too boring, children are more into their smartphones and videos game consoles nowadays…" said Raymond, "There has to be something we can host to bring in a crowd!"

"Well, either way, it should be something that everyone should enjoy!" agreed Darrell, "I mean, remember we surprised Daddy with that party just so he could relax for the day? It should be something like that!" he suggested happily.

Raymond's eyes widen in wonder, he stared off into space upon hearing that certain word. 'Wait a minute...party?'

"Yeah, and if you recall, Daddy didn't enjoy because we nearly knocked his lights out when that big cake fell on him!" snarked Shannon.

"Indeed, t'was a shame to have such a lovely cake put to waste, but let's not dance around the subject right now! We have to find out what kind of event to plan!" replied Ernesto sternly.

'Lights? Dance?' Raymond thought again, all three words buzzing around his processors like an angry hornet. Minutes passed by as Raymond tuned out his siblings' bickering and brainstorming.

Just then, Raymond had an idea.

A brilliant idea.

Raymond the BoxMore 'Bot had a wonderful, brilliant idea…

"That's it…" he whispered through his growing, devilish grin. The others then looked at him with perplexed expressions.

"What's it, Raymond?" asked Darrell worriedly. Raymond jumped back on his feet, his energy rejuvenated and his spirit lifted back up.

"I have the perfect plan to show Lakewood that we mean business! We're throwing our own party to the public, for all to enjoy! It'll be more spectacular, more divine, and even more exquisite than Radicles' own prom ever will be!" he sang out in joy. The rest of the crew ceased their arguing to give Raymond his full attention.

"A...party…?" questioned Shannon slowly, but somewhat incredulously. Darrell coughed shyly afterwards.

"Ahem, uh, Ray? After our last attempt to make a party for Daddy, I don't think we properly know how to throw a party…at least, one that's not as big as the Plaza Prom…"

Raymond chortled haughtily. "To heck with Rad and his namby-pamby prom! Our party will be the real talk of the town! People will be talking about our party for generations!"

He then brought all his siblings together into one big family hug, giddily smiling like a schoolgirl.

"Besides, throwing a soiree of this caliber shouldn't be that hard! We just need to brush up on our facts, set up some activities, and we'll soon get things on track! What do you say, my dear siblings!" he rallied.

"Well, I suppose it's worth a shot…" answered Ernesto.

"Yeah, let's do it! This'll be fun!" cheered Darrell.

"I really don't have a choice in doing this, do I?" droned Shannon.

"I AM JETHRO!" called Jethro, who was weirdly silent up until now.

"Then it's now set in stone then!" declared Raymond letting go of the others, "We'll regroup in the morning to get things started right away!"

Soon enough, the five 'bots headed out of the break room and went to their separate quarters to go to bed. Raymond, in particular, skipped happily down the halls, feeling more jazzed up than he was minutes ago. His plan to both receive the love and attention he so rightfully requires and usurp the plaza of its riches would soon lead to BoxMore Enterprises to become on top of the world!

And as far as Raymond was concerned as he got ready for bed, this plan will go off without a hitch…

…

...hopefully...

TO BE CONTINUED…

So, Raymond's plan to host his first ever party is put into action. Will it go as planned? Will Raymond get the recognition he deserves? Did I really sneak in a reference to my "Emotional Enid" story like the total sell-out I am?

…

The answer to the last question is a big freaking yes, but as for the first two questions? We'll just have to find out soon enough! ;)

~Thunderbyrd