Anyone who knows my work knows I adore alliteration. For years I've treated my over-use of it like a weird villain it its own right, and finally decided to give him a spotlight. I can't help but think this could be a fun character to play with. See if you agree.
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Megamind & Roxanne sat in the office of the cheif of police, a no-nonsense sort with slightly less charisma in his delivery than Ben Stein. They tried to rise above their disappointment that their lunch date had to be postponed to brief Metro City's defender on an annoying new villain.

"At first we treated this one like a public nuisance ... like one of those tagger punks that thinks their vandalism is art. But he's gone too far now," the cheif explained. Here's some pics of his latest strike," he said as he laid out the fruits of their surveilance labor.

The star-crossed lovers peered at the pics, showing that the form of this villain's evil was currently represented by small chromed plastic logos placed on Mini Coopers, Prius' and Smart Cars all over town. They marked their target vehicles "Clown Car." A simple calling card revealed the identity of the prankster: THE ALLITERATOR ATTACKS AGAIN!

Roxanne asked first. "Forgive me, sir, but is this really so awful that we had to be derailed from our plans today?"

"Yeah," Megamind snorted. "If anything, he's guilty of truth in advertising. Interesting touch that his slogan itself is also alliterative."

"Well, it didn't stop with the little logos. The Mayor's Mini Cooper was hit and ... when he sat in the driver's seat, a mechanism swung up and ... *sigh* glued a wig to his head." The chief attempted to subdue the ragged headache behind his eyes by pinching the bridge of his nose.

Megamind smirked. "Sounds like they did him a favor," he quipped.

Just then one of the videophones Megamind had built for city officials blipped to life displaying the image of a very distraught Mayor with a rainbow wig adhered to his scalp. "Is he on the case yet?" the red-faced little man huffed.

"We're just finishing up the briefing now, sir." The chief said dryly, trying to pretend the city's highest official didn't look like he should be wearing a sign with "John 3:16" printed on it.

"Tell him I want this miscreant behind bars YESTERDAY!" The Mayor had tried to get the whole wig off but the glue was tenacious, so he was reduced to chopping off as much of the colorful curls as he could with scissors so he could cram a hat over the remains.

The chief glanced across his desk to see the defender and the damsel both attempting to clamp their mouths shut ... that is, until Megamind lost the battle with immaturity.

"DOODooDooDooDooDooDOODooDooDoo ..." Megamind mimicked the sound of a circus calliope in a falsetto quivering with amusement. His musical interlude segued into giggles muffled in Roxanne's neck.

Roxanne dissolved into snorts & snickers against his shoulder, smacking his chest punitively for cracking her veneer of professionalism.

The Mayor, still not comfortable enough with the alien to scold him for his behavior, hung up curtly.

The chief's lip twitched upward once, the only clue he gave to an opinion on the subject. He would wait until the retelling to his wife that night to ha-ha himself halfway to a hernia.