When we last left our hero, he was face to face with Mr. Ncc.  Faced with a no win situation he told Mr. Ncc to go on with his evil plans.  Freduardo dealing with almost certain unemployment asks Mr. Nice Guy what he is going to do...

     Freduardo then looked at me with dissapointment, "You're not giving up are you boss?"
     I winked at him at him and told him that all questions will be answered when we get back to the apartment.  And then with that Freduardo and I headed back to our apartment.  I knew what was happening but Freduardo had no idea and this saddened him.  No sooner after the door was closed behind us I cheered him up with my plan.  "Mr. Ncc wasn't smart enough to realize that even though you may have money you still need to look good.  Or maybe he did, I don't know.  But this leaves two things to happen, one: He goes to the head honchoes and they laugh at him because he can't present himself or two: he actually coordinates as he goes to the head honchoes office.  Either way I will win."
     Freduardo still confused asked me, "How will number two make us win?"
     "I have eyes and ears all over this planet.  If he chooses option two I will just have one of my connections take a picture or two of him and then take those pictures to the publishers of each fashion magazine he was going to.  Believe it or not I do have some money plus Mr. Ncc wouldn't be such an eye sore if he would just color-coordinate.  If he chooses option one the head honchoes of the companies will destroy him.  He will be so heart broken that he will not continue."
     "But boss how do you know?"
     "I'm a superhero, I always know"
     Within a week I was getting phone calls from people who had seen Mr. Ncc go into the buildings of fashion magazines dressed the way he usually dresses, and at the end of the call they would always say, "He came out looking more pathetic than he did before.  Like he had just been laughed out of a board meeting."
     Then I heard another shrill cry, very similar to one I had heard a week prior.  Freduardo and I dashed to the scence to see Mr. Ncc rushing out of JCPenny's with a suit on.  I stopped and asked, "What are you doing?"
     "I can't take it anymore!  The constant staring, the laughing, the mocking, the being ignored.  I need to be my own person.  I want to be noticed for other reasons than my outfit.  That's why from this day forth I will be known as 'Mr. Look-at-me I'm cute'.  And it's all thanks to you making me realize that.  But tell me, are you really a nice guy or is that just a name?"
     "Yes I really am I nice guy.  I am Mr. Nice Guy and I'm here to help you."