Villiany Unbound
Charis asked of our little apprentice-to-be :
"Isn't he a little young for superhero playdates?" said the parental unit. "He needs to finish his 5 page essay on what he wants to be when he grows up."
And so, as these things happen :
'The coffee percolator now grinds the beans, makes his coffee with added cream, then delivers it to his desk with fresh cookies. Do you really need 5 pages to figure what he was born for?'
Pim felt parental units existed purely for practise runs. His own had moved abroad with a written agreement that he'd leave that country alone, he'd signed a fake name and made the palm trees dip and wave every so many months, it was how they said hello.
His own robot topped up his coffee, refilled his plate with a yummy selection of cookies then turned to wiggle its rear before pageing Heroderic to see if had time for a quickie. It was good being evil.
And get extended! :
'But son?'
The robot waved his travel case; lube, rubbers and his new furry handcuffs. Pim punched the air and hurried off, throwing orders to lock up over his shoulder at his apprentice-to-be. He almost liked the lad.
'SB, What's SB stand for? and aren't those Heroderic's colours?'
If he was going to be an evil mastermind in his own right he was going to have to face his parents. Looking up from his schematic he saw his father start to list of superheroes; the list was quite comprehensive, his parents had had high hopes for him.
Explaining the anagram on a robot's pants shouldn’t hurt; 'Super Bum' he murmured 'and yes' he ducked down to grab his school bag and added a cheery 'shall we go then' as he herded them out of the basement before the words registered.
They didn't see him slip a few odd mechanical bits in his pockets as they left.
Then Plunnies play :
It was the moment he'd dreamt of, facing the camera Pim gave a wide evil grin as he contemplated his latest invention. The giant robot had made quite a splash, slap bang in the middle of the cities statement fountain. It was singing 'Happy Birthday' in a high girlish voice. Even as he watched it opened the box it carried and as everyone ducked covering their heads balloons danced up into the skies.
'Nice touch don’t you think?' chortled the unrepentant Pim 'My apprentice thought of those, Kid Conniving’ the camera spanned out and returned to the newscaster with the echo of an evil chortle.
Kid Conniving, he’d started to make a name for himself and been publicly accepted as Pim’s apprentice. The man was crazy of course but a total genius; Kid Conniving wanted to be just like him when he was grown up.
Hopefully this meant he’d soon get to see the evil lair, he knew Pim had one although so far he’d been restricted to the evil basement lab. He was packing up when Pim returned, whistling cheerfully and likely plotting more evil mischief.
‘Hey kid, did you see how hot Heroderic looked in those nylon shorts? They hugged his bum perfectly when he turned to fly’ there was a pause and groan ‘I’m going to enjoy untying those’ Spandex was still proving a problem for many super heroes.
‘Pim sir, thank you for naming me’
‘No problem Kid, you’re doing go - EVIL’
They shared a grin.
His parents would of course insist on calling him Charley at weekly family get together but he liked the sound of Kid Conniving. He slipped a few doodahs into his pocket when Pim looked away, he didn’t seem to notice the theft.
‘Oye Kid?’
Kid Conniving froze and turned back but got a friendly clap on the back and approving smile, ‘You’ll want this, and you forgot the batteries!’ Pim handed him a pencilled sketch, a simple but genius blueprint that would make his idea possible, and batteries. He’d expected a reprimand but looking proud Pim wished him luck and zoomed off.
Charley had never been happier for choosing the Evil path.
"Isn't he a little young for superhero playdates?" said the parental unit. "He needs to finish his 5 page essay on what he wants to be when he grows up."
And so, as these things happen :
'The coffee percolator now grinds the beans, makes his coffee with added cream, then delivers it to his desk with fresh cookies. Do you really need 5 pages to figure what he was born for?'
Pim felt parental units existed purely for practise runs. His own had moved abroad with a written agreement that he'd leave that country alone, he'd signed a fake name and made the palm trees dip and wave every so many months, it was how they said hello.
His own robot topped up his coffee, refilled his plate with a yummy selection of cookies then turned to wiggle its rear before pageing Heroderic to see if had time for a quickie. It was good being evil.
And get extended! :
'But son?'
The robot waved his travel case; lube, rubbers and his new furry handcuffs. Pim punched the air and hurried off, throwing orders to lock up over his shoulder at his apprentice-to-be. He almost liked the lad.
'SB, What's SB stand for? and aren't those Heroderic's colours?'
If he was going to be an evil mastermind in his own right he was going to have to face his parents. Looking up from his schematic he saw his father start to list of superheroes; the list was quite comprehensive, his parents had had high hopes for him.
Explaining the anagram on a robot's pants shouldn’t hurt; 'Super Bum' he murmured 'and yes' he ducked down to grab his school bag and added a cheery 'shall we go then' as he herded them out of the basement before the words registered.
They didn't see him slip a few odd mechanical bits in his pockets as they left.
Then Plunnies play :
It was the moment he'd dreamt of, facing the camera Pim gave a wide evil grin as he contemplated his latest invention. The giant robot had made quite a splash, slap bang in the middle of the cities statement fountain. It was singing 'Happy Birthday' in a high girlish voice. Even as he watched it opened the box it carried and as everyone ducked covering their heads balloons danced up into the skies.
'Nice touch don’t you think?' chortled the unrepentant Pim 'My apprentice thought of those, Kid Conniving’ the camera spanned out and returned to the newscaster with the echo of an evil chortle.
Kid Conniving, he’d started to make a name for himself and been publicly accepted as Pim’s apprentice. The man was crazy of course but a total genius; Kid Conniving wanted to be just like him when he was grown up.
Hopefully this meant he’d soon get to see the evil lair, he knew Pim had one although so far he’d been restricted to the evil basement lab. He was packing up when Pim returned, whistling cheerfully and likely plotting more evil mischief.
‘Hey kid, did you see how hot Heroderic looked in those nylon shorts? They hugged his bum perfectly when he turned to fly’ there was a pause and groan ‘I’m going to enjoy untying those’ Spandex was still proving a problem for many super heroes.
‘Pim sir, thank you for naming me’
‘No problem Kid, you’re doing go - EVIL’
They shared a grin.
His parents would of course insist on calling him Charley at weekly family get together but he liked the sound of Kid Conniving. He slipped a few doodahs into his pocket when Pim looked away, he didn’t seem to notice the theft.
‘Oye Kid?’
Kid Conniving froze and turned back but got a friendly clap on the back and approving smile, ‘You’ll want this, and you forgot the batteries!’ Pim handed him a pencilled sketch, a simple but genius blueprint that would make his idea possible, and batteries. He’d expected a reprimand but looking proud Pim wished him luck and zoomed off.
Charley had never been happier for choosing the Evil path.