Somewhere in a very brightly colored city, run by The Mayor (cause he has no actual name. LAME!), in the basement of what was most likely his mother's house, the professor stood at a table. He was mixing things together in a test tube-y area. With money, booze, and everything crude...he created an explosion that sent him flying backwards.

After the smoke cleared, three figures floated there in the air, all in dresses. "I am Iron Man..." Iron Man said, looking down at his pretty pink dress. "And I feel like kicking the ass of whoever did this to me."

To his right was Fred Fredburger in a blue dress. "Hey, hey who's that guy?" He shouted. "Hey, I like this dress, I feel pretty again! Yes."

And to his left was...Patrick Star in a green one, holding a pickle. "Hey ladies, want to make this a foursome?"

Iron Man groaned. "I hate working with people." He and the others flew through the roof, away from the scene of the creation, but not before Iron Man blasted the professor in the face.

The three flew high in the sky, Iron Man looking around for something to do, Fred...chewing on his own foot, and Patrick making out with his pickle. It seemed boring until suddenly there was a cry for help down below. The three "heroes" flew down and confronted a mugger mugging an old lady. Iron Man blasted away the mugger and grabbed her purse.

"Oh, thank you, lad." The old hag said, reaching for her purse.

Iron Man blasted her away too and rooted through her purse, eventually pulling out some money. "I am Iron Man, and your donation has been accepted." He tossed the purse away and flew off.

As they flew up, large bright hearts surrounded them and a voice spoke out. "And once again, the day was saved...sorta, by: IRON MAN!"

"That's right, bitches." Tony said, flashing the peace sign.

"YES!" Fred added before the screen went to black.