You heard a pained groan from the room beside you. It was probably your father, Stanley Ipkiss. After all, he would normally put on a mask to do some superhero duties or something. That's what you thought, at least. What you didn't expect was The Mask himself barging in your room. "Hey, Kiddo!" The Mask started. "How about you come with your pops to work, hm? We can fight bad guys, and you could be my cute, little sidekick!" He exclaimed enthusiastically, punching the air with his fist.