Why do I only seem to post Larryboy stories? I don't know, my brain only seems to process these kind of stories- Larryboy ones and my own. Seriously, on my profile it literally says "I will basically be writing Larryboy Cartoon Adventure Stories." Oh yeah, by the way, this is another Larryboy Cartoon thing and not the Veggietales one. But if you read my other stories you probably might have guessed that.

I know I already used Alvin is a story, but (spoiler alert) I used him again. Can you blame me? He's like my favorite villain and he's fun to write about. So I hope you don't get sick of him. You probably won't.

Chapter 1- Memory Wipe

"Awful Alvin," Larryboy said, greeting another figure in the dark.

"That's right!" Alvin replied, laughing.

It was late at night in Bumblyburg. Really late. That was when Larryboy, Bumblyburg's own plunger-headed cucumber superhero was patrolling the city. That was also when he noticed Awful Alvin, the onion villain with Lampy, his lamp sidekick, both free and lose in the city.

"A little slow, Larryboy," Alvin said, "I've been out of jail for three days now!"

"You still can't get away with your evil plan," Larryboy replied.

"Oh yes I will!" Alvin said, despite the fact he actually did not even have a plan yet. Larryboy did not know that. "The past days being free left me time to create this!" Alvin held up some kind of gun. It was a big, neon green colored, and had a handle, a button, and a trigger.

"What is that?" Larryboy asked.

Without warning, Alvin held the device to Larryboy's head then pulled the trigger. Suddenly, Larryboy's head was attacked with great pain, like an extreme head ache. It felt like his brain was breaking apart. He stumbled to the ground in pain.

"You see, Larryboy," Alvin said, waving the gun around while standing next to Larryboy, who was spazzing out on the ground. "This gun sent about fifty tiny robots through your skin and into your brain. They will completely take over and erase your entire mind of every single thing you remember. It will stay that way," Alvin said, lifting the gun up to look at a little button with the word "Reverse" printed above it. "Unless they are removed," Alvin muttered. He was not so sure why he even put a reverse button, but as long as Larryboy did not know this either, everything would be fine. For Alvin at least.

"No," Larryboy moaned weakly, twitching on the ground.

"Don't forget this," Alvin said, "Oh but you will. Isn't that right Lampy? Get it?" Alvin looked at the lampy stand with a face drawn on its shade. Lampy, of course, did not reply, but it was not the most important thing in the world right now.

When the microbots in Larryboy's brain settled in, Larryboy became unconscious and lay eerily at Alvin's feet.

"Now to dispose of this body," Alvin said to Lampy. At around two in the morning, Alvin could be seen dragging Larrboy out of the city. The buildings of Bumblyburg could be seen in the distance, miles away from where Alvin stopped dragging Larryboy. Then turning around with Lampy in one "hand" and the memory erasing gun in the other. He left Larryboy behind, somewhere out of Bumblyburg in another town.

The last thing Larryboy remembered was that Alvin sent tiny robots into his brain. But when he woke up, he remembered nothing.

Nothing at all.