Chance stood there, completely frozen, feeling how the magic flowing from the Jack-in-the-box corrupted his being, unable to resist or stop the mad jester’s influence. After a couple of minutes, which for him felt like an eternity, the Jack-in-the-box finally vanished from existence, but the dark energy coming from it continued changing Chance, both physically and mentally. Chance closed his eyes, wishing to be away from it all, to be back home…

And all of a sudden, Chance opened his eyes, finding himself in the middle of Megakat city, wearing his regular street clothes. However, the city itself looked… weird, more colorful than usual. All kinds of mayhem were unraveling around him: A kat who dropped a bowling ball on his foot and yelled in pain, but instead of a fracture, it just swelled and expanded. Another one had an anvil fall on his head from a construction site, but he brushed it off by holding an insanely small umbrella above his head. A third kat had a piano fall on top of him, but he miraculously survived, although now the piano keys had replaced his teeth which prompted him to play a silly song with them.

It didn’t take Chance long to realize he was now in a cartoony version of Megakat city. Was he going crazy? Or maybe the entire world has gone insane! In any case, it wouldn’t matter... After all, madness brings the best in people… or so he had heard. The best (or worst?) part of it all, Chance was finding all the zaniness around him really amusing, watching a kid blowing into a balloon and making it float like it was inflated with helium, and then observing a tall thug grabbing a smaller kat and compressing him it into a ball to throw at the Enforcers chasing him, turning into bowling pins on impact.

But after a while, it made Chance wonder….why was he just spectating when he could join the fun? He reached into his pocket, pulling a massive wooden mallet that, by any means, wouldn’t have fit there before. As he admired the heavy mallet, he spotted a certain orange kat in the crowd. It was Scaredy Kat, just like in the cartoons! Chance looked at him with a devilish grin, which prompted the coward kat to yell in anguish as he ran away.

It was fun, right? Chasing after another kat holding a big mallet with murderous intention… or at least that was what the cartoons he watched as a kitten taught  him. He ran as if he was possessed, nothing in his mind was more important than striking that kat with the mallet. Oh, just the thought of flattening the poor kat… it would be hilarious!

Suddenly, they found themselves in a closed back alley, now with Skaredy Kat cowering in a corner. Chance raised the mallet, reading it to strike… When all of a sudden, Skaredy kat was replaced with Jake Clawson, his closest friend and vigilante partner. “Chance, please, stop! You don’t know what you’re doing!” he pleaded with a terrified voice.

Chance stopped in his tracks, realizing what he was just about to do. It was Jake, wearing his street clothes, cowering in the corner and looking terrified “Let’s… let’s just talk, ok, just put down the mallet…” he begged again. But why… what was he doing? He thought he was attacking poor old scaredy, but instead it was Jake who would’ve been beaten up… AND THAT SOUNDED EVEN FUNNIER!

As the mallet descended one, twice, thrice, Chance started to laugh loudly at the situation. It was a powerful and infectious laughter… after all, wasn’t life just a big stinky joke? And now it was his turn to make the word laugh at his antics, to rebel in the same madness that invaded him. And as he laughed, his voice became deeper and raspier...

He was not resisting anymore, as evil took over his heart, his memories now replaced and rewritten all over. The kat, formerly known as Chance, at the warehouse, was gone. He was a villain now, an evil jester whose only mission was to mock and punish the rotten members of society, and to make fun of everything and everyone around him.

Standing where the kat pilot stood a couple of minutes ago, was a muscular and menacing-looking jester, covered head-to-toe in a skin-tight rubber jester suit that was so form-fitting, it was impossible to tell where the suit ended and the wearer started.  "Ah... feels good to be back" Chance, or rather Madkat Chance, exclaimed. "And this rush of power! Unbelievable! I've wasted all those years being a goody-two-shoes ‘hero’!" He declared. 

Right after stretching and cracking his knuckles, Madkat grabbed the heavy vault door with both hands, and making use of his incredible strength, he ripped it straight from the wall. He could’ve just teleported outside the room but that wouldn’t be fun at all, would it? “Funny how someone could ever think that something as stupid as an Iron door would stop the king of pranks from wreaking havoc.”