Thank you for your attention. The following story is NOT the next in the Oglingston Spitworthy serial (which will resume next Friday), but rather a story in honor of my son. Monsterbat will celebrate his first double-digit birthday this weekend, so I humbly offer the following as a small part of his birthday present.
The Mad Scientist
The evil genius hunched over the paper, laughing manically, shoulders shaking. His eyes, wide and wild, stared unblinking at the schematic.
“Honey, Tommy’s got the catalog you were looking for!” shouted a woman from the adjoining room. She pulled a blowtorch from her white lab coat to prepare dinner.
“Damn it,” said the boy’s father. He’d better retrieve the paper. Despite his exclamation, he couldn’t have been prouder. He set down the experimental exploding mechanical mice he’d been working on and walked into his son’s bedroom. “Junior?”
The boy looked up. Wide-eyed innocence filled his blue eyes. “Dad! You’ll never guess what Evils R’ Us has this year. I could get… uh, we could get our very own Moon-Disruptor for only seven billion dollars!”
“Well, that depends. Have you been good this year?” asked the boy’s father. He coughed into his thick gloves to hide his grin.
The boy laughed again, the sound emanating from deep in his chest. “Never! I’ve been absolutely terrifying. The kids in my secret society fear me like no other.”
“Hmmm, I don’t know.” The man rubbed his chin stubble and frowned. “That Moon-Disruptor’s pretty pricey. We may not be able to afford it.”
The boy’s face filled with rage, quickly replaced by an even more disturbing calm. “That’s alright,” he said. “Some of my classmates fathers have access to the material I need. I could build one myself, if you get me some plutonium. Have you tried searching Ebay? ”
“No, son, that hadn’t occurred to me, but I’ll give it a try. After all, you’re worth it.”
“And then I can, uh- I mean we can rule the world!” The boy did the laugh again. The vocal coach was clearly paying off.
The boy’s father glowed with pride. His son, rather than following in his footsteps, might even surpass his own distinguished career. Madness, ambition, visions of world domination; His son’s future looked promising indeed.
*This story was inspired by my son- who is creative, brilliant, and quite greedy when it comes to catalog merchandise. The idea for this came to me, oddly enough, when I saw him ferociously tear through a poor defenseless catalog in his covetous quest for Christmas and birthday presents. I hope he (and you!) enjoyed the story.
As always, feedback and comments are begged for appreciated and welcome. I hope you’ll return on Sunday for the My Writing Niche podcast. Until then, have a great day/evening, and thank you for your time.
**Image courtesy of Cornell University Library via Flicker. No known copyright restrictions.