Have a nice trip

Muggy carefully scanned the mug in front of him and gave it a slight nudge with precise claws. The mug with its shiny, freshly cleaned exterior rotated approximately 0.23 millimeters clockwise. Muggy hummed happily before he rolled to the left and scanned another mug, this one a pretty seafoam green. He did not touch this one at all and quickly moved on, this time moving to a row of still soaked mugs organized into rows on an approximately four percent damp dishrag.

Muggy hummed a tune as he produced a tiny cloth from his storage and started methodically scrubbing away the remaining water drops before flipping the mug and working on the inside. As Muggy’s cloth got overly damp, he would deploy a heater that would dry the cloth while Muggy used another to work using one grasper.

Muggy paused with his face displaying a slightly frowning cartoon mug; this face quickly shifted to a mug with very narrowed and focused eyes. Muggy’s sight zoomed in on a particular spot. The image on his face turned into a steaming mad mug. “My PRECIOUS MUG! Its’s not CLEAN! I told them the DISHWASHER doesn’t have MUGGY’S experience! TWO HUNDRED mug cleaning years to their single day. But I will make you shine like a PRECIOUS MUG SHOULD!” Muggy’s right grasper/claw shifted slightly before a little laser shot out and burned the miniscule particle away. A quick wipe and dry later, Muggy was cheerfully arranging the now completely clean mug on a tray with the other clean mugs.

A few minutes later, Muggy smiled as Mug-Holder Marinette nudged open the kitchen door with her butt, carrying a stack of various cups and glasses. “Oh oh! I see some beautiful MUGS there. Gimme the MUGS gimme!” Muggy hopped in place as he followed Marinette as she set the cups in the sink.

“Sure Muggy, need any help?” Marinette asked sweetly as she gave the cups a quick rinse.

“No no no no, my beautiful mugs will be the envy of the kitchen,” Muggy declared as he started cleaning the dirty mugs, scouring them of any stain or mark. “You are my current favorite Mug-Holder!” Marinette let out a confused laugh.

“Mug Holder?” She mumbled to herself though Muggy’s sensors were able to pick it up before shaking her head. “Enjoy the mugs Muggy, I’m going back to the party.” Muggy did not even pause to acknowledge Marinette’s goodbye, deep into a cleaning frenzy. The kitchen was only filled with the sound of Muggy humming to himself and the occasional sounds of the ice maker. As he was part way through the stacks of dirty cups and dishes, he started to pick up an odd cheering and shouting that was getting louder. The tiny securitron tilted slightly in confusion and finished setting down the most recently cleaned cup and rolled to the open window to the hallway and peaked out.

The only thing he could see at the moment was a toy car loaded with a box of pop tarts (the Toaster was going to be mad) and barrel shaped juice boxes. The toy car was getting slowly pulled by a few tiny humans across the t-intersection the two perpendicular halls made; the window was just off of this intersection. The cheers and shouts grew louder before Muggy spotted a cluster of women on roller skates racing down the hall. A very drunk cluster of women. Shampoo was in the lead with Gogo not far behind.

“Hehe! Shampoo will be bestest winner,” Shampoo slurred as she rolled while spinning someone’s bra in her hand. A furious Nami was skating after her with only her arm covering her chest. “Oop.” As Shampoo skated around the toy car and mini characters, her grip on the lacy bra slipped.

“Gah!” Gogo cried out as the bra flew in her face.

“AHHH!” Screamed the mini characters as they dove away from the toy car as Gogo’s left rollerskate smashed through the car. Gogo flailed as she lost control.

“Uh oh.” Muggy ducked away from the window as Gogo barged through the hole, scattering BEAUTIFUL MUGS and cracking the wall around the window.

“Not fasht nuff…lesh go ‘gain…” Gogo whined dazed. She started complaining while she wiggled and strained against the hole before she shifted slowly with a half-drunk, considering look. A look that was still covered by Nami’s bra. “Hmm, this…nots bad.”

There was noise from the hallway before Gogo jerked back slightly. “Leeet go! Hole is nice!” Someone grunted in pain as they caught a kick from Gogo. “My hole! Get your own!”

“I’m paraphrasing the non-MUG related stuff,” Muggy said matter of factually. He finished telling of how Gogo at some point the night before had gotten in a tug o'war with Nami over her bra; Gogo biting down on the strap to try to keep it. This was after several attempts by others to pull her out; she fought them every step of the way.

“The pink one checked her out and said she was fine UNLIKE MY MUGS then everyone decided to let her sleep it off,” Muggy finished. Gogo’s face was in her hand, her bowl of cereal long abandoned. Ranko was patting her shoulder consolingly while I was just cursing that I somehow missed the antics. Curse your need for a maid orgy.

“Well, I’m never getting my rep back,” Gogo grumbled, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms.

“We’ve all had embarrassing drunk stories,” you shrug as you finish your cereal and walk it over to the sink. “I once got drunk with a witch character with a job as a TA and the only stuff I pieced together was that I won a pie eating contest, stole a rollercoaster cart, sold an ‘invisible’ goat to an elementary school, and got halfway to the Vegas Quadrant for a Scooby Mystery wedding.”

Ranko raised an eyebrow and shared a look with Gogo. “I’ll bite. What’s a Scooby Mystery wedding?”

“The officiant is hidden among the guests along with a bunch of decoys and the bride, groom, best man, and maid of honor along with a pet would look for clues to find the right guy while they and guests sneak off and put on costumes and stuff.” You explain before deciding more explanation was needed. “Starfire and I looked up what kind of wedding we wanted when we were younger.”

“Kinda figured that,” Gogo gave you a silent ‘captain obvious’ look. You started regaling your small audience with other stories primarily your own antics. Eventually, Gogo and Ranko finished their cereal (with Ranko going for thirds) and we decided to end the conversation there.

You decide to continue to explore your new house now that you’ve seen the main kitchen, your bedroom, the armory, main dining hall, and the general harem quarters. Thanks to the extensive expansion tech and magic, it all managed to fit inside the property bounds. As you traveled through the halls, you noted that there were a lot of empty spaces and meaningless decorations you could buy at the local home decor store on the cheap. Due to the rapid increase in your living space (and your harem) and the destruction of your old house, you don’t really have that much stuff to fill things out and make the place a home.

You wonder if anyone would appreciate setting up a home decorating club or a pottery or art club.

“And what’s here,” you say to yourself as you push open a set of large double doors.

A/N: Thanks to Wolf13 and the others for help on this chapter