ME AM POP SOME TAGS!

Captain Bean! was performing his patrol of Central City as usual. He enjoyed his daily routine, seeing the sights, greeting the people, stopping criminals...ocassionally helping deal with the fallout of a planetary crisis. Normal ordinary things for a young man of this day and age. He was proudly in his repaired cape and improved mask. Strutting around town with confidence, here all the citizens could see that their hero was well prepared to leap to their defense at any moment.

And then all of a sudden he was splattered in a sticky carbonated beverage as a small metal can impacted with the pack of his head. "CRIME?!" He called out, whipping around dramatically to see who needed saving, but all he saw was a group of high schoolers. One of which was reeling up another throw. With a KLONK the can impacted with his new cereal box mask and splattered more soda over his body. "HEY UM, YOU AM...YOU AM MISSING TRASH CAN! BUT UM, YOU AM KEEP PRACTICING!" He shouts encouragingly, which encouraged only laughs and jeers from the High schoolers.

"Keep walking short round!" "YEAH! Screw off Goofy Couture. Where'd you get that outfit anyway?!" "YOU LOOK LIKE A TURD!" The last overenthusiastic insult caused the other two to look at their friend with bemused expressions. "Too far on that one Denise." "Yeah dial it back Denise, jeez." With Denise sufficiently put in her place the High Schoolers departed, leaving their soda cans discarded on the floor and their soda mostly discarded on Bean! "YOU UM...YOU HAVE...YOU HAVE GOOD...GOOD DAY NOW..." 

It wasn't exactly a sad whisper, Bean! was genetically incapable of whispering. But there was definitely a wavering in his voice that was not often present in his seemingly infinitely confident tone. He was used to some name calling and nay-saying, even having things thrown at him. But something was different this time. He had been so very proud of his new and improved costume but not only had those three now covered it in sticky soda. They had called it...goofy. Bean! wasn't goofy, was he?

His mask was starting to get stuck to his face because of the soda, so he walked off the main street to an alleyway to take it off. A dramatically appropriate window was there to show his face...he didn't feel like a hero right now. He was sad, he was sticky, and his hair was a mess.

Then it hit him...not metaphorically and not painlessly either. A literal advertisement sign from above suddenly breaks off its hinges and smashes down on top of him. "OOF!" He cries out at the impact, but as he looks at the wreckage, something does hit him metaphorically.

The sign depicted a man wearing a finely tailored suit. Calmly rejecting a ravenous horde of women. Underneath were some words that Bean! couldn't read saying "You'll look so good, you'll have to fend off the Ladies." 

"THESE CLOTHES AM GIVE THIS GUY SUPERPOWERS!" Bean! exclaims, focusing on the man's casually outstretched hand and seeing how it appears to be keeping these frenzied women at bay through sheer telekinetic force. He notes the logo on the corner, he had to find wear to get these magic suits.

Placing his slowly disintegrating mask back on his head and squelching slightly with every footstep he strides heroically into what he would soon find out is one of Central City's most expensive boutiques.

He opens the door and the little entrance bell rings. The staff turn with a friendly expression that soon turns to one of uncomfortable surprise as they see the small brown Majin still dripping with soda enter their establishment. "ME AM WOULD LIKE A MAGIC SUIT PLEASE!" He would 'politely' request.