Midnight in the warehouse district. Discarded cereal boxes litter the ground. Semi trucks full of sugary foodstuffs slumber silently for the moment.
A shadowy figure, cloaked in a trench coat and obscured by wide-brimmed hat, is forcefully pushed against a brick wall. An angry vixen holds him by the collar.
"What did they do to him??" She shouts into the figure's face, "What did they do to the Sprinkle Spangles Genie??"
The figure lets out a labored cough, "Ha. You know, I wouldn't have figured he was your type."
Another loud THUD as the vixen slams the figure against the wall again. "Don't mess with me! I'll make you wish yo-"
"Okay, okay, calm down now." The figure holds up their hands, an act of surrender, "But you're a smart girl. You can figure it out. You already know what happened to him, don't you?"
"I said don't mes-"
"Think about it. When did Sprinkle Spangles debut? 1993..." Phorm could practically feel the figure's grin through the darkness, "And what came out in 1992?"
"No... No, you don't mean..."
"Look at his design. His hair. His behavior. It all adds up... No one steals from them. Not even General Mills can steal from..."
Phorms grip on the figure's collar loosened as the realization dawned upon her.
"The MOUSE..."


