Gerald the Unmeh-nable

From the Meh Series Universe

Chapter 1: Gerald’s Not-So-Meh Morning

It was a regular gray morning in Mehville. The clouds didn’t feel like trying today. The sun was stuck in “snooze mode.” And as usual, Meh was just… meh.

But then, the silence broke.

BOOM! CRASH! GRRRRRRR!

Gerald’s front door exploded off its hinges—not because of an attack, but because Gerald overslept and rolled through it in his battle armor.

“NO TIME TO WASTE!” he yelled, fangs bared, a slice of flaming toast stuck to his helmet.

Meh rubbed his eyes and poked his head out the window. “Gerald… what are you doing?”

“I have a dentist appointment,” Gerald growled. “AND I’M FIGHTING PLAQUE WITH FIRE.”

Meh blinked. “Oh. Cool. You want a juice box?”

“Yes,” said Gerald. “But only if it’s dragonfruit.”

Chapter 2: The Very Boring Evil Plan

Meanwhile, deep below Mehville, Dr. Snooze had activated his newest invention: The Infinite Yawn Cannon.

“This’ll make everyone SO bored, they’ll just fall asleep standing up forever,” he whispered while yawning.

But as he charged the cannon, a warning popped up.

“WARNING: Gerald Protocol Activated.”

Cut to the skies above: Gerald flying on a half-shark, half-pizza creature named “Jet.”

“We ride at dawn,” Gerald said.

“But it’s already noon,” Jet muttered.

“THEN WE’RE LATE!”

Chapter 3: Meh and the Couch Rebellion

While Gerald stormed the skies, Meh tried to get off the couch.

He really did.

He even counted to three.

Twice.

But when he finally stood up, the couch growled at him. It had turned into a couch monster named “Cushionstein.”

“GET BACK DOWN!” Cushionstein roared.

Meh sighed. “Gerald, we have a problem.”

Gerald crash-landed through the ceiling, flaming toast still on his helmet. “Let me handle this.”

In one move, Gerald suplexed the couch monster back into furniture form.

“You’re welcome.”

Chapter 4: Final Boss Yawn

Dr. Snooze aimed the Yawn Cannon at the town square, where everyone was lining up for free tacos.

With a sleepy smirk, he pushed the big red “YAWN” button.

But before the beam could hit, Gerald screamed:

“NO ONE MAKES MEH MISS TACO TUESDAY!”

He punched the yawn beam.

The beam exploded into confetti and glitter.

The tacos were saved.

Meh ate one and said, “Nice.”

Epilogue: The Meh-siah Returns

Gerald walked off into the sunset… that he personally ignited with a rocket-powered kazoo.

Meh sat back on the repaired couch and whispered, “He’s not the hero we asked for…”

“…but he’s the Gerald we got.”