With the extra-large fart cannon installed and ready to wreak havoc, MassHole knew he had to play his cards right. Unleashing its full fury right away would only make him look like the villain he truly was. No, he needed to be sneakier, more underhanded. He needed to make the people of Fartlantic City believe he was their savior, not their destroyer.

MassHole turned to Skidmark, a sly grin spreading across his face. “Skidmark, my loyal lackey, it's time for a little bit of misdirection. We're going to make the citizens of Fartlantic City love me… before I gas them all to high heaven!”

Skidmark looked confused for a moment, then a wicked gleam of understanding lit up his eyes. “Ooh, I getcha, boss! We're gonna pull the ol' switcheroo on 'em!”

MassHole nodded, chuckling darkly. “Precisely. We'll use the fart cannon for ‘good' at first. Stage a few heroic rescues, blast away some minor threats… all while secretly plotting to make this city mine.”

With that, MassHole set his plan into motion. The Mass Jet soared over Fartlantic City, the fart cannon at the ready. But instead of raining down noxious fumes, MassHole used it to disperse a gang of purse-snatchers with a well-aimed toot, sending them scattering with the force of his flatulence.

“Never fear, citizens!” MassHole proclaimed, his voice dripping with false sincerity. “The MassHole is here to protect you from the stinky underbelly of crime!”

The people cheered, unaware of the malevolent machinations brewing behind MassHole's heroic facade. Over the next few days, MassHole staged more and more “rescues,” each one carefully crafted to win the hearts and noses of the unsuspecting populace.

But behind closed doors, MassHole's true plan was taking shape. He and Skidmark worked tirelessly to create an array of gassy weapons and stench-filled traps, all designed to bring Fartlantic City to its knees.

“They love me now,” MassHole sneered, gazing out over the city he would soon conquer. “But just wait until they get a whiff of my true power. They'll be begging for mercy… and fresh air!”

As MassHole's popularity grew, so did his ego and his hunger for domination. The fart cannon had given him a taste of the power he craved, and he wouldn't stop until all of Fartlantic City was under his malodorous thumb.