The Milkman
Disclaimer: I have just received word that I do not own Monk. This
fanfiction is stained with my tears over this discovery. Oh, well.
It is time for me, Dear Reader, to introduce the villain. Remember those annoying "Got Milk" commercials? (Of course you do, they were too annoying to forget.) Remember the milkman who came to the secret superhero meeting? Very cute commercial, but under that innocent facade was a dark tale. The milkman, frustrated his whole life finally lost his mind when his mother died a horrid, violent and prolonged death. He went cuckoo (or in psychological terms "nutters") and slaughtered an entire village of Tuscan Raiders. No, wait, that was Anikan Skywalker. Well, he went insane anyway. Make up your own story to explain why. And now he uses the power of milk for evil instead of good. (Don't ask me how.) Now you see why evil will always triumph. Because good is dumb. Milkman thought long and hard about what he should do now that he was an official Supervillain. That's easy. He has to kill the Superhero. Hmm. Are there any Superheroes in Los Angeles? He rifled through the rolodex of his mind for a Superhero that might be handy. (Milk is good for the bones, not necessarily the brain.) Spider-Man was in New York. Nah. Too far. Batman was in Gotham City. Where was that anyway? Superman is in Met- He paused, lost in thought. He had heard that name used somewhere. Right here in Los Angeles. Not REALLY Superman, but he remembered reading in a newspaper a quote from a police chief. Something about a consultant who was a "real Super- detective." Hmm. Sounds good.
Wow. In one short chapter I used seven things that weren't mine. Don't sue. R&R, love. LMR
It is time for me, Dear Reader, to introduce the villain. Remember those annoying "Got Milk" commercials? (Of course you do, they were too annoying to forget.) Remember the milkman who came to the secret superhero meeting? Very cute commercial, but under that innocent facade was a dark tale. The milkman, frustrated his whole life finally lost his mind when his mother died a horrid, violent and prolonged death. He went cuckoo (or in psychological terms "nutters") and slaughtered an entire village of Tuscan Raiders. No, wait, that was Anikan Skywalker. Well, he went insane anyway. Make up your own story to explain why. And now he uses the power of milk for evil instead of good. (Don't ask me how.) Now you see why evil will always triumph. Because good is dumb. Milkman thought long and hard about what he should do now that he was an official Supervillain. That's easy. He has to kill the Superhero. Hmm. Are there any Superheroes in Los Angeles? He rifled through the rolodex of his mind for a Superhero that might be handy. (Milk is good for the bones, not necessarily the brain.) Spider-Man was in New York. Nah. Too far. Batman was in Gotham City. Where was that anyway? Superman is in Met- He paused, lost in thought. He had heard that name used somewhere. Right here in Los Angeles. Not REALLY Superman, but he remembered reading in a newspaper a quote from a police chief. Something about a consultant who was a "real Super- detective." Hmm. Sounds good.
Wow. In one short chapter I used seven things that weren't mine. Don't sue. R&R, love. LMR