**Chapter 1: The Morning of Mayhem**

"Alright, Rhett, let's get down to business," Link Neal said, grinning at his co-host across the desk. "We've been doing this show for years, but I still can't help but wonder... why did we name our channel Good Mythical Morning?" Rhett McLaughlin raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Well, Link, it's quite simple really. We wanted a name that was catchy, yet conveyed the essence of our show. And let's be honest, 'Good Mythical Morning' is just a bunch of nonsense words strung together. It's perfect!" Link chuckled, his blonde hair bobbing with the motion. "That's true, but I still think it's a bit...unconventional. I mean, what does 'mythical' even mean?" Rhett shrugged. "It means... um... mythical. You know, like mythical creatures and stuff." Just as Link was about to respond, the studio lights flickered and the sound equipment began to malfunction. The two hosts exchanged a concerned glance, and suddenly, the doors burst open and a group of henchmen stormed in. "Ah ha! I've finally found you, Link Neal!" a menacing voice bellowed from the back of the room. The camera operators scrambled to get out of the way as a tall, imposing figure emerged from the shadows. He was dressed in a black lab coat, his face twisted into a snarl. "You, Link Neal, are the bane of my existence," the villain spat, his eyes blazing with hatred. "The very mention of your name makes my blood boil. And it's all because of that detestable moniker. Link! Ugh, it's a name that's synonymous with all that is evil and annoying in this world!" Link's eyes widened in alarm as the villain took a step closer, his massive hands flexing into fists. "Uh, I think you've got the wrong guy," he stammered. The villain sneered, his face contorting with rage. "Don't play dumb with me, Link! I know all about your little YouTube show. And now, you're going to pay the price for being a Link!" Rhett tried to intervene, but the henchmen were too quick, pinning him to the floor. The villain turned his attention to Link, grabbing him by the arm and twisting it behind his back. "Ah, the sweet taste of victory!" the villain cackled, his breath hot against Link's ear. "You're going to regret ever being named Link, you miserable wretch!" Link yelped in pain as the villain yanked his arm harder, making him stumble. Rhett struggled to get free, but the henchmen were too strong. "Let him go, you maniac!" Rhett shouted, his face red with anger. "What has Link ever done to you?" The villain turned to Rhett, a maniacal glint in his eye. "You want to know? I'll tell you. Link Neal, you're a constant reminder of the injustices in this world. A world where people with annoying names like Link get to live their lives, free from persecution. But not anymore! Not on my watch!" With that, the villain dragged Link out of the studio, Rhett's desperate cries echoing behind them. "Link! Link, come back! This isn't over, you fiend!" The studio was left in shambles, the camera operators scrambling to make sense of the chaos. But Rhett was determined to rescue his friend, no matter what it took. The adventure had only just begun...