George woke up, as he does the start of every day/adventure. He got dressed, the only thing he does right every day, and dived downstairs to eat breakfast. It was a bit drafty, due to the giant hole in his apartment. Almost the entire wall was gone. George went into what was left of the pantry, and made bacon-egg-blueberry-coffee-toast-cereal pancakes. It was garbage. But, George ate it anyways, because he never gets food poisoned. Noticing that the pantry was empty, he decided to go to Walmart to get more food to ruin. He walked past the abandoned house with decaying cats, and turned into the dark and scary alley. He grabbed some moss and whatever else was attached to it out of the giant sewer drain and moved forward. He fought the radioactive rats for the rather disturbing snack they were eating. He moved on to the Chasse of a car and ripped off a piece of metal with a nearby crowbar. He then used the same crowbar to open the AC-DC van. This time, there was a bigger selection than last time. It looked like the broccoli and pixie dust from Mexico.

"Pst. Hey. Small guy. Yeah you." George turned dumbfoundedly to the tall, dark figure.

"It's the famous guy!"

"Yeah, yeah. Just keep it down. Look, I know you blew my cover, but recently I just found a whole warehouse of... Candy."

"Oh CANDY?!"

"Yeah, yeah, but keep it down. I can't be found again. It's like hide and seek. Can you keep a secret?" George wasn't listening. "If anybody asks for a guy that looks like this..." He pointed to the wanted poster. "Tell them you didn't see him. Capiche?"

"Capeish."

"Great. Now pick out as many as you want." George grabbed the majority of the bags and started wandering out of Walmart. "Hey HEY! Where are you going?"

"Oh, sorry. I forgot to check out."

George then went to an empty, upside-down box and waited for a cashier. Confused, the tall man went over and slid the objects across the box, and set them in bags with some green liquid inside.

"That will be $1000." George ignored him, and walked away. "Hey, HEY! That ain't free! Get back here!" But it was too late. George fell down the giant sewer drain.

George fell into complete darkness. His groceries sank to the bottom of the river, and when George regained consciousness, he was faceplanted in the cement island in the middle of the river. The only light was coming from above him.

"Kid! You better give me my money or my uh... candy back!"

Strange noises were coming from the sewers. Of course George went towards it. He swam to the sidewalk and followed the trail of red fruit juice. The further he went, the more pieces of rats he saw. He eventually came to a turn that led into a cave with beading read eyes and the source of the growling sound. He went right past it. He walked into a big room filled with sewer trash. Everything in there was legit garbage, other than a dummy that definitely was going to come to life. But didn't. So George trudged on. There was a bunch of winding sewer pipes, drains that carried trash to the ocean, and toxic waste flowing into pipes that led to sea aquariums. George saw a lot of places in the sewers. He saw a hidden lair filled with pizza, 4 turtles, and a rat. Another room consisted of multiple animals, and a really big snake called the Sacriviper. The last room he saw also had a big snake, but it was bigger and was fighting a boy with a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead.

Meanwhile, back at the giant sewer drain. . .

The masked man finally squoze into the giant sewer drain, and scraped his knee on the spot where George landed. It was bleeding, but his overcoat covered it, so you wouldn't tell he was hurt. You also couldn't tell that he was crying, because his mask covered his face. You also couldn't tell he was wearing a mask to hide his tears because he wore a fedora that casted a shadow that made the mask blend into the fedora. He limped over to the side, and put a band-aid on his boo-boo. After a few hours of crying inside, he got up again, and followed the scent of George. It wasn't too hard. He just needed to follow the trail of destruction. Which he assumed was the trail of rat parts. He came to a turn that led into a cave with no beading red eyes in it. So he went in, wanting revenge, but to be honest, he was just trying to find a way out of the scary sewers. He went in, but couldn't sense any danger... Until he went outside the cave. Outside laid a very large creature with beading red eyes and rat parts dripping from his mouth. The man in the dress coat made a terrifying scream:

"AAAAAGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!"

Back to George, George continued to stroll down the lovely sewer pipes, covered in lemonade, chocolate, and moss. And don't forget the plastic bag. Whatever that creature with beading red eyes was, it definitely found something delicious to eat, because George heard noises coming from the place where he saw it. He wondered how his coated man was doing. George didn't care so he moved on. He reached a dead end with a big vertical metal grate as the back wall. Then, he heard it.

George slowly turned around and saw a big creature with beading red eyes looming over him. It was now when George realized that it had a long snout and really sharp teeth. George kept stepping back to get a better look at the creature, but the crocodily kept walking closer to hug him with his mouth. Suddenly, George started falling back when he went through a large gap in the grate. He was now outside, falling into a river of a strange color that no one's ever seen before.

Once he belly flopped on the river and floated away for a bit, the grate exploded as an alligrater busted through the grate, and splashed into the river, causing George to fly in the air, and fall right into a pipe that barely fit George and carried him away. The grater, however, couldn't fit, so it went around terrorizing the nearby town Washington D.C.

George was flowing with the go, and plopped out on the other side of a gate with a big white house in front of him. Of course, he went in, ignoring the puzzled crowd of people on the other side of the gate. Suddenly, a bullet zipped past his head. He hurried and ran inside. He wandered around the big house and lots of cool stuff. He saw a pool, lots of doors, fancy breakable objects, a zoo, a lounge, broken smashed priceless artifacts, and other boring rooms like offices. The last room he stopped at had a very wrinkly orange ear of corn wearing a suit, talking about 'building a wall' to 5 other people in black suits, sunglasses and earpieces. He then changed the topic to oil spills in Antarctica.

"Speaking of doing great things, I think a great idea would to put oil in the ocean, specifically North Antarctica." Said the orange corn. "And we will make the ocean great again!"

Everyone looked like they were clapping against their will, or were only doing it because they were getting paid to clap. George thought it was a good idea to smash something. Then, the wrinkly orange turned and saw George.

"Mr. McNeal! Get this intruder!" The only man in the white suit and shades didn't say anything, and dived straight for him. George thought they were playing tag, so he ran off, too. He ran through the White House, past the offices cubicles, through the living room with tons of decapitated animals and a bear rug, and into the ventilation system. George, being so moldable and squishy, slipped right through. But the mad man chasing him was too ripped to fit, and didn't want to do more damage than he already did. He threw his knife down the vent, and it went straight through George. Being caught, he tried to find someone to tag. The knife that was currently in him starting beeping for no reason at all.

Mr. Mad Man McNeal activated his homing beacon on his knife kindness through his earpiece. He followed George into the pool room. When the Mad Man walked in, he didn't see him, but he knew exactly- And George fell through the vent on the ceiling and belly flopped into the pool, as expected. Gotcha. George floated over to the drain and slid down, on his way to a new place. Mr. Mad Man didn't expect that, though. It was okay, though. As long as he's still in the building...

Meanwhile, back in the last room...

"Call in Toner, please." Said the Mr. President.

"Yes sir, right away, sir." Said a the receptionist.

Toner was on the top of the white house, ready to snipe anyone who decided to climb the fence. Until...

"Toner, Mr. President wants you in his office." Toner took the walkie-talkie out of his pocket.

"Ugh. For the last time, it's Tanner."

"Hmm. Well, Toner, Mr. President wants you. NOW."

Tanner groaned, and made his way down the roof. After sniping one last person. He marched through the halls, into the president's office, and saluted to the president, but his eyes were on the flag. You couldn't tell through his tinted goggles.

"Mr. Toner, you're 25 seconds late." Tanner sighed.

"Sorry, sir. Won't happen again, sir."

"Whatever. I need you to lead an exploration group to North Antarctica to put oil barrels in the ocean. I already have explorers loading the oil barrels in the Boeing CH-47 Chinook on the 3rd helicopter pad."

"Yes, sir." Tanner saluted again with his eyes on the flag. When he marched out of the room, he mumbled to himself about how for being that stupid, he sure knows a lot about guns, weapons, and anything that had to do with the military. He marched outside to greet the other explorers, and started loading the helicopter with oil barrels. Suddenly, his walkie-talkie turned on.

"Tanner, he's coming your way." It was Mr. McNeal, his boss.

"Rodger that."

Tanner was boarding the big helicopter, when George came out of a nearby pipe.

"YOU." He said. It was the little mole rat he tried to shoot earlier. He got out his pistol and shot at George while he stepped onto the plane. George was now it, after being stabbed with the Mad Man's knife, and kindness was still in him. George went after the plane, and grabbed the wheel. He was so fast Tanner didn't see him. After the wheels retracted and George was squished, he somehow managed to survive until they reached a place that was filled with snow and ice. He got out, and walked around to find where his friend with the gun went. He saw Toner and other Arctic explorers unload big metal cans. George snuck up on one of the explorers and tagged him with kindness.

"Tag! You're it!" The man collapsed overwhelmed with kindness. After drawing attention to himself, George ran away to prevent getting tagged.

"I'll take care of him. You guys unload. I'll be back." Toner cocked his shotgun. "You can run, but you can't hide!" Shouted Toner. George ignored him.

North Antartica was pretty bare. All there was was a giant ice mountain, a few tents, and the rest was all ice clear to the horizon. So, George went to climb the mountain. But, yet again, George fell into a hole and a maze of tunnels. He saw a big cave with a very large grey robot and a pair of cracked glasses next to him. He saw a very strange dancing and talking polar bear with 3 hamsters. He also saw It wasn't long before he heard an angry winter soldier coming after him.

"Ok, maybe you can hide... But fear not! I shall find you!" George heard another voice that sounded like the Mad Man.

"Tanner! Where is the boy? Have you captured him yet?"

"Uh... Not exactly..."

"WHAT!? Ugh, amateur. WHERE ARE YOU!?"

"I'm in North Antarctica, sir."

"THAT'S THE ARCTIC YOU IDIOT! I'm coming. DON'T LET HIM OUT OF YOUR SIGHT! Oh, and when I get there, YOU'RE FIRED!!"

The walkie-talkie hung up. Toner put his head down. George then knew who was the real bad guy now. Not Toner, not Mr. President, but the Mad Man. Or him. Who is George? A tranquilizer dart went clear past George's head, and cracked the ice behind him. Probably not the best time to ask that question. George turned back to Toner, crying with disbelief.

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!!" He screamed. Tag again? "YOU'VE ONLY MADE MY JOB WORSE!!" George didn't care. "I WAS GOING TO BE A HERO!!" George wasn't listening. "AND YOU JUST TOOK IT OUT OF MY HANDS!!" Dead end. Heh, that's what George will be. "I'VE GOT YOU-" A man in a white suit fell from above, and stared down at Toner. Toner was on the floor and was about to burst in tears, or wet his pants.

"Why did I trust you?" Said the Mad Man, coldly. He grabbed George, and flew into the sky with his jet pack. Toner ran to the spot where they left, looked up, and said:

"You !"

The Mad Man stopped in the air, and turned around slowly. He came back down to Toner, and stabbed kindness through his chest. Toner was paralyzed. He coughed up some blood as he stared at the Mad Man. The Mad Man twisted his knife further into Toner as his grin grew bigger and scarier. Once the knife went all the way through him, he ripped it out. He then grabbed Toner's face with his bloody hand, and said:

"Nobody. Calls. Me. THAT."

The Mad Man then threw him headfirst into the ice, causing it to crack a little bit. Toner laid there, crying.

"Don't. Forget."

The Mad Man flew away with George, and left Toner to die. The worst part is, George didn't care about anyone at all. He didn't even care about himself. Every day, he seems to get duller... George looked down to see nearly the whole Continent surrounded in oil. The way he was positioned made it hard for the Mad Man to carry him, including his incredible weight. He looked up and saw the bright light of the jet pack. Of course he had to go to it.

"Hey! What? NO! STOP!"

It was too late. They were spiraling out of control. George fell face-first into the side of the big mountain, while the Mad Man fell onto the ice next to the ocean. His jet pack was jacked up, but he wasn't. Just a few bruises and scars painted on his face. However, he planned it out: While he was struggling in the air, he put kindness in George. The Mad Man turned on his signal once again, and started sprinting across the ice with the cleats on his shoes. He was just about there when his psychic senses started kicking in. He was about to start climbing the mountain when a croconile busted through the ice beneath his feet. Before he was about to do anything, the iceigator ate him whole.

Inside, the very disgusted Mad Man saw a very shady man in the far side of the crocogator. "Hey, kid." Mad Man was scared. "Ya want some candy?"

Back on the mountain, George lost his little knife friend, which slid all the way into the camp. He slid down the mountain, past some penguins and a yeti in a bobsled. When he finally got to the bottom, the allicrocogatordile saw him and charged. To make it worse, the exploration team started to know that George was here. George went and grabbed the knife and looked for some place to go. There! To the shiny broken jet pack! George started running towards it and the gatoraid slid into the camp, causing to collapse. George was halfway there when the alligreater was catching up. George tripped and swerved to the side while the three antagonists slid into the burning jet pack and into the oily water. A big firewall formed all around the continent. He saw the outline of the croconile disappear forever into the fire. The heat was becoming so intense that the continent started melting rapidly. Not to mention that the fire was so big, it almost reached Canada. George was tired of seeing only fire, so he went to the mountain to see over the fire. He ran past the hole where Toner was getting help from a fellow explorer. But when he climbed the mountain, he caused an avalanche that fell into the hole, that was followed by the wall of fire. Some penguin friends were burnt to a crisp, while the fire-proof polar bears survived. When George reached the top, all he could see was fire. It was beautiful. Soon he was on just the tip of the mountain, which would crumble at any moment. It was time.

Once all the oil was burned, the fire disappeared instantaneously. All that was left was a giant ice spire where George was sitting. George just sat there and enjoyed the sun. Not that he had anything else to do. He waited until the beautiful sunset fell, and the night sky drizzled down, where the sky was dark blue and the stars started to shimmer. George started to fall asleep, until he saw a bright light in the distance and heard the sound of a hoverboard. He looked up to see the spaceship that made the giant hole in his apartment. The top popped off, and inside was a cool skeledude.

"Sup."

As at the end of every George story, Clorox comes to take George home. Clorox flew the U.F.O. over George with the green beam, and then George fell asleep after that. He woke up after being thrown out of the spaceship headfirst, and sliding his face along the carpet.

"Oh, uh, sorry... Kid." Clorox then picked George up with the beam and smashed him into the wall above his bed. "I'll just, uh... Rebuild your apartment..." Clorox randomly pressed buttons until it happened. "So, uh, see ya around, kid." And with that, Clorox flew away, leaving George bruised on his bed.

What happened to them?

After the infernogator fell into the firewall, he was burnt to a crisp as he fell into the water. The masked man was severely burnt, and knocked out cold. He floated on some debris from the campsite, now marked as a fugitive, and nowhere to be known. Some people claim he has been seen in Canada, but no one knows for sure.

As for the Mad Man, well, no one knows for sure. The masked man thought he had seen a figure float down to the bottom of the sea, but it was just a blur. There have been stories about how he was second in command, and planned on turning the world into America. They say he had his own assistant, Tanner, who was undoubtedly weak and pathetic. He could never trust him.

Tanner was left in the hole to die. It wasn't until his most loyal helper came along to help with his wounds. However, his life was cut short due to the avalanche that caved in on him. Tanner was half-buried in bloody snow, but managed to escape and patch his own wounds with the first-aid kit that his companion brought. He sat there until the fire went overhead, and melted the ice beneath his feet. He fell down through a maze of ice, and about 2,000 ft under the surface. Thanks to his protective gear, he was able to survive. No one knows if he escaped the ice prison or not.

Clorox is having quite the adventure himself. After flying back into the underground, he noticed something was off. All the fellow people of the underground were dead. Their blood mixed in with the burning red ground. He walked into the judgement hall to come face-to-face with his demonic brother, with a crooked smile on his face. His eyes were a dark, thick red. Clorox drew his scythe. His brother did as well. A battle was about to go down.

Tune in next time for George 5: A Day of Reckoning