Mixels: A Mixful Journey

Princess and the Murp

Princess walks over to a washing machine Mixel, filling a part-time job of freely renting helmets to Mixlantis visitors. A robotic voice juts out rather pleasantly with a bubbly tone, "Hello I'm Washalot! Which helmet you like? We have fish bowls and diving helmets beep boop!" Princess ponders and grabs a fish bowl because it'd show more of her face. Before she can try it on she hears a massive THUD followed by the sound of ground rippling upwards as a Mixel crashes into a tree, "I'm ok."

Princess walks over to the Mixel, puppet strings tangled within the branches, "What the schnix..." "HELLO O' MIGHTY MEDIVAL! Mayst thou pry me from the earth like a lowly sword," Murppet spouts, Princess snorting with laughter. She notices their hands don N-Mixel logos just like her hairpin. "So you're an N-Mixel too huh?" "No memories match such a query," Murppet replies, "But my name is Murppet."

Princess picks up Murppet with her strong arm and sets him down, the puppet limbs shaking to and fro. "I'm Princess. What's with the hand symbols?" Murppet ignores the question and gets easily sidetracked by her butler Nixel, "Whazthat." Princess sighs, "That's a Nixel. It's a creature opposed to creativity and mixing. Mixels who align with them are known as N-Mixels, who have thumbs down symbols on them."

"That's... exactly how I feel," Murppet responds, his face lighting up. Princess is finally delighted by another Mixel finally sharing her demented ideals. She wraps her big arm around Murppet, resting it on his shoulder, "Well buddy, it's us against the world." Murppet punches Princess in the face as s sign of friendship. She does the same. "Tomorrow Murppet, we rob Mixlantis of this Mixlantic cubit shard I heard of. Powers the city." Murppet and Princess erupt with cackling and snooty laughter respectively.

The End