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Sugar Sweet and the Color Bunch
Played By: The Apologist

Sugar Sweet and the Color Bunch by The Apologist

TEAM: Solo Hero


KIT CLASS: Everyman

Hall Of Fame!

Survival - 10 wins!

Brutal - 1 fatalaties!

Fight Record
League Wins: 9
League Losses: 3
Out Of League Wins: 1
Out of League Losses: 5
Total Wins: 10
Total Losses: 8
Azure - Win 8-5
Julian DeVar - Win 7-4
Michael Cervantes - Win 8-2
Overdose - Win 8-6
Alyssa St.Claire - Win 8-5
Broken Richter - Win 8-7
Malthus, Ambassador of Hell - Win 8-6
Perfect Erich - Loss 4-8
Control Character - Win 8-6
The Fairview Fires - Win 10-6
The Ancient Beast - Loss 7-9
Celeste Ivory - Loss 6-14
Hell's Bookie - Loss 5-8
Utopia: Right in Our Backyard - Loss 8-9
Billy Hardcore - Loss 10-11
Contagion - Win 12-10
Dangerman: Jack of All Rescues - Loss 9-13
Solarwind - Loss 9-11

"Alright, alright, I call this board meeting to order," Rick said. God damn these things were getting bleaker every month.

"WE'RE DOOMED! OH GOD WE'RE DOOMED!" Ted always had to be the first to illustrate this point...

"Calm down, Ted!" Rick responded, "You say that every board meeting."

"But it's TRUE this time," Ted whined.

"Ted's got a point... for once.," Jerry spoke up, "We're all going to be jobless by the end of the month."

"Doom... doom... doom..." Ted chanted under his breath, just loud enough to hear.

"It's not as bad as that, people. Come on..." Rick had a developing headache. This simply couldn't be the end. He wouldn't adjourn this meeting until they had a solid idea.

"Doom... doom... doom..."

"Oh yes it *is* that bad," Jerry replied, "our last three kid's shows have been disasterous."

"Doom... doom..." Ted's voice steadily increased in volume...

"In fact," Jerry continued, "Doug the Disasterous Dino is the best idea we've got in the suggestion box."

"Doom... doom... doom..." Ted tilted his head back and forth like a human metronome.

"Ted, knock it off. That's distracting," Michael whined.

"Doom... doom... doom..." Ted's voice increased in volume and pitch yet more.

"GOD DAMMIT! I CALLED THIS MEETING TO ORDER!" Rick's headache was getting very bad indeed. He pulled a gavel from within his briefcase and smote the table.


"Wh, where did you get a gavel?" Jerry asked.

"It's not important," Rick said, "The point is, we're going to have to try something especially creative, or we're going to have to start looking for real jobs."

"B, but what about embezzling and cooking the books?" Jerry asked.

"Dammit, Jerry, there won't BE any more embezzling or cooking the books!" Rick replied.


Rick's left eye twitched as he spoke with perfect clarity: "First one to hit Ted gets 50,000 shares in the company stock."

"Come on, Rick," Michael said, "We all know that's going to be worthless soon."

"Fine, then," Rick rolled up his sleeves and reached for his gavel, "Allow this to be my first act of public service."


"Alright. Seriously," Daniel gnawed on the end of his pen, "We need ideas."

"Hmm..." Michael mused a moment. His eyes lit up all the sudden, and his voice gained energy quickly, "I think I've got a dubiously legal, morally corrupt scheme."

"But will it hurt children?" Jerry asked with his characteristic concern.

"Would I suggest it otherwise?" Michael replied.

"Alright, what's your idea?" Rick said, tapping his fingers on the edge of the table.

Michael began: "What if we were to make a sickeningly adorable show about a magical little girl and her brightly dressed companions?" The others seemed skeptical... "They could vanquish evil goblins with laughter, friendship and carefully placed commercial products." As Michael went on, his compatriots perked up, visibly warming to the idea. "We could use subliminal messaging and psychological tactics to twist the children like silly putty!"

There was a moment of stunned silence.

"It... it's beautiful!" Daniel finally proclaimed.

"Oh my God..." Rick looked down at his hands, then up at the door, "get me some writers and animators! Hop them up on LSD! This could be it!"

"We're saved!" Jerry cried.



Personality: "Hi, kids!" The voice was high and squeaky, like a stage in a church auditorium. Across the nation, cynical teenages burst into tears and toddlers squealed in delight.

"I'm Sugar Sweet and I'm your best friend. Don't you love me?" It was enough to melt the hearts and shred the timpanic membranes of the whole world. "I'm sickeningly wholesome and adorable. Look! I have a magic pony called Moonbeam! She can fly! And these are my friends, the Color Bunch!"

Across America, parents surrendered their children to the babysitting influence of the magic flashing box that is television. A twisted parade of bright colors, catchy songs and tinny sound effects marched lockstep-by-lockstep into the minds of a generation. Demand for Sugar Sweet candy, toys, clothes and cheap, tawdry crap of all kinds skyrocketed. A new obsession was born.


"We're rich!" Ted ruffled a big stack of thousand dollar bills. Sugar Sweet's sucrose smile beamed forth from the newly minted currency, printed solely because of the wealth created by the most powerful fad in all of history.

"Like I told you," Rick said, "we had nothing to worry about! We're the greatest! So long as we keep making up sappy morals and sickening dialogue, we can never go down!"

A wave of joyous laughter and rubbing money against one's nipples followed.




Standard Normal human strength.Agility:


Standard Normal human agility.


Standard Normal human endurance. Mind:


Standard Normal human mental resources.

Bright and Garish

  • Power: Smoke Screen
  • Level:Superior
  • Ranged Attack Attack usable at a distance (only).
"Come on, Color Bunch! Let's show those mean old goblins the power of friendship!" Sugar Sweet and the Color Bunch joined hands and a series of brightly flashing lights erupted from the screen, waltzing drunkenly to a jarring symphony of adorable shrieks and howls.

"Aaaaaaah!" The screams of the goblins were matched by the screams of agonized viewers everywhere as the blinding, garish colors and wailing, high pitched shriek blew out sound equipment and destroyed CRTs across the land.

Who Wrote This Crap?

  • Power: Mind Blast
  • Level:Standard
  • Auto-Hit This mental attack hits the target automatically, but may or may not effect them.
  • Ranged Attack Attack usable at a distance (only).
Sugar Sweet hugged the bright pink Fuzzly-Wuzzle and giggled cutely, "I love you, Twinkie-Pink!"

Twinkie-Pink burbled sullenly in response.

"What's wrong, Twinkie-Pink?"

Twinkie-Pink burbled and buzzled and then resumed burbling.

"What's that? You say Twinkleland is in trouble? Goblins!? And they've captured Twinkie-Green and Twinkie-Blue? Don't worry, Twinkie-Pink, I'll help you out."

Sugar Sweet whistled for Moonbeam and flew off to save her friends. Evil was vanquished by the power of love and friendship, but the evil goblins ran away, swearing to fight again, because they're evil. All in all, nobody was seriously hurt and the show ended in laughter.

And standardized test scores plummeted.

Thy Name is Advertising

  • Power: Mind Control
  • Level:Standard
  • Auto-Hit This mental attack hits the target automatically, but may or may not effect them.
  • Ranged Attack Attack usable at a distance (only).
"Help us, Sugar Sweet! We're in trouble!" Moonbeam cried, "Use the TamCo Brand SuperBrite Magic Wand!"

Sugar Sweet pushed the button and waved the wand, but the goblins were sneaking up on her. Amidst the orgy of non-suspense, the screen cut to a title slide. "We'll be right back after these soul-crushing commercial advertisements."

"Hello, Janice. Why are you so sad?" the commercial announcer asked.

"Mommy won't buy me a TamCo Brand Sugar Sweet Princess Dress." Janice pouted.

"Well, do you know what you can do?" the announcer said.

"No..." Janice looked innocently up at the voice.

"KILL THE BITCH!" the announcer shrieked, "She obviously dosen't love you if she won't buy it for you."

"Okay! I'll suffocate her with my Sugar Sweet TamCo Brand Supersoft Pillow!"

Janice then proceeded to murder her parents in cold blood, giggling and prancing around as 80's synth music played. The camera zoomed in and out quickly as wacky zippy sound effects played. Her parents quit struggling after a bit and the next scene was the girl laughing and smiling in her new princess dress.

That quarter, TamCo sold 10% more wands, 25% more princess dresses and pillows, and managed to dodge all six lawsuits from the godparents of children now facing trial as adults.

Just Plain Sickeningly Adorable

  • Power: Pheremones
  • Level:Standard
  • Auto-Hit This mental attack hits the target automatically, but may or may not effect them.
  • Ranged Attack Attack usable at a distance (only).
"Listen, ma'am," Ted said, "I know what you're saying, and I..."

"You listen to me, buster!" the woman on the complaint line said, "That show is schlock! It's garbage and you'll be held accountable for it!"

"Now, ma'am," Ted wearily wrapped the telephone cord around his finger... why did he have to get stuck with the one-in-a-million complaint calls? "What it is is just a harmless kids' show. We know some of them might go a bit overboard, but that's really up to the advertisers and the...".

"I know I can't be the only one complaining about this garbage!" the woman fumed.

"Now, ma'am, we do get some complaints but Sugar Sweet has an international fanbase of tens of billions. We find it baffling, inasmuch as the global population of Earth is only about six billion, but the numbers don't lie. She's the most popular brand ever, anywhere." Ted repeated this almost word-for-word from memory.

"But it's stupid, it's garbage, and it's just an excuse to sell cheap products to impressionable children!" the woman's voice was getting more and more desperate.

"Ma'am, your call is very important to us but I really do have a lot of work to get to..." Ted looked at his unfinished game of solitaire.

"I won't be turned away without an apology for this foolishness!" the woman insisted.

"Well, ma'am, I am deeply sorry that we've created a product that you deem unworthy. Our writers are working tirelessly to improve and expand the appeal of the Sugar Sweet brand of products, and we'll take your comments to heart. Thank you for your time." Ted already had the next card in his hand.

"But I..."


"Damn that Sugar Sweet! Why does everybody love that show so much? Am I the only one who can see past it?" the woman sighed.


Today's Moral Is...

  • Power: Induced Sleep
  • Level:Standard
  • Auto-Hit This mental attack hits the target automatically, but may or may not effect them.
  • Ranged Attack Attack usable at a distance (only).
"Wow, kids. We sure had a lot of fun today, didn't we?" Sugar Sweet smiled for the camera.

"We did, Sugar Sweet! And now you know what time it is..." Moonbeam cooed.

"That's right, Moonbeam. It's time to go over what we learned." Sugar Sweet cleared her throat, "Now those mean old goblins stole Mr. O'Liam's tractor, and that just isn't right, is it kids?"

"No, that sure is mean." Moonbeam chimed in, "You're right, Sugar Sweet! And you know what else I learned?"

"No. What did you learn, Moonbeam?" Sugar Sweet's face was innocent.

"I learned that governmental taxes on corporations are too high. Great companies like TamCo want to give away candy and clothes for free, but the mean old government won't let them." Moonbeam pouted.

"Wow, Moonbeam. We sure did learn neat stuff today, didn't we?" Sugar Sweet said.

"Yep. We sure did, Sugar Sweet. May we sing the Song of Morality now?" Moonbeam pleaded, her eyes brightening.

"Yay! That sounds like a good time! Why don't the Color Bunch join in, and you kids at home, too? And a one, and a two, and a..."

"Learning to be good is fun

Oh learning to be good is fun

I could just be good all day

And not bother anyone

I should buy TamCo gear

Because all the fun in the world is here

With Sugar Sweet and Moonbeam

And the Color Bunch!"

Children across the world were asleep within moments of the start of that segment, and naptime for most of the planet turned on the end of Sugar Sweet's adventures and her delves into campiness.

Legion of Twisted Lemon Authors

"Dude, Look at this..." one young man clicked through the web browser.

"Alright! That's the hot stuff! Yeah!" the other young man leaned in over his friend's shoulder.

"Oh, that's my favorite pairing, right there." the young man in the chair could barely contain himself.

I don't think I need to tell you that the objects of our observance were at a very naughty website. A website that liked to host stories of an extremely adult nature. The thirty year old anime -lovers had perused a website that would've made their mothers weep in distress.

"Man, this stuff is all so hot..." the first young man smirked.

"Yeah, look at this!" the second one reached over his shoulder and clicked on a link, "W, wait... what is..."

"OH SWEET JESUS! DON'T LOOK AT IT!" the first man covered his eyes and turned away. He felt waves of sickness rising in his body.


Just the title of the work had caused our "heroes" to erupt into violent sickness.

"Close the site! Close it!" the first man wept openly in despair. His mind would never be whole again.

The second man barely kept his composure long enough to click the red "x" box to close the browser, "Oh my GOD... that's just sick. Who WRITES that stuff?"

"And about Sugar Sweet, nonetheless? Ugh, I need to wash up..."

"Oh man, that'll haunt my nightmares forever."

The two of them knew that their lives had changed forever... they had been exposed to the most vile that humanity had to offer: twisted lemon fetish fiction.

The Profit Motive

"Please, sir! You must listen to me! Don't you understand what you're doing to the worlds' youth? Can you not understand the deaths caused by your show, or the way it harms the minds of children?"

Rick was having a hard time trying not to laugh. Michael, Ted and Jerry, who were listening in on speaker phone, were also doubled over with fits of silent laughter.

"Yes," Rick said, his tone droll, "I understand, I understand... we here at Corporo Entertainment realize that your concern is valid. We think it's great that we live in a country where we're all free to choose what we watch and buy, and we salute your right to change the channel whenever you like and to not purchase your children our products. Thank you."

The woman on the other end of line wailed, "My daughter was drawn into your Sugar Sweet Cult by her grandmother, who bought her a doll for Christmas! All of her friends at school had one... I did everything I could to keep her away but she was just as much a part of the fad without my input! Please, you must stop this before anyone else winds up... like my daughter. She's dead! Don't you understand! You killed her!"

"Mmhmm." Rick winked at Jerry and made a talky-talk motion with his free hand, "Ma'am, I hope you understand that allegations of murder without proof are very poor grounds for any sort of action. Feel free to contact our lawyers if you have any concerns. Buh-bye now."



The meeting room erupted into laughter.