Mac Boy and the Wrath of Dr. Intelligent

CHAPTER 1

"BANG BANG BANG!" Dr. Intelligent slammed his fist into the dark wooden table. His morning coffee mug fell over and rolled off. The dark, murky water seeped onto his lap. He'd forgotten about it until it spilled all over his blueprints and ideas.

"Even the coffee wants to rob me of my fame and my ideas!" Dr. Intelligent yelled.

From one side of paper to the other, the coffee smeared the plans he'd spent more than a week on. One-by-one, he crumbled the wet, brown papers and threw them at the picture of James Evion he'd put on the wall with a sharp knife. He tossed himself back down into his chair and dropped onto the floor of his apartment.

"Macaroni. Macaroni. I hate you, James Evion." He watched out his window as the city of Saskatoon sparkled in the morning light, macaroni powering the morning commute. "I invented macaroni, you thief. It was my idea!"

He could feel his face turn red and mumbled to himself. I would be rich and the ruler of Saskatchewan! Dr. Intelligent lifted the blind on his window just enough to see the massive modern mansion at the edge of town—James' mansion.

"I can't even pay the rent and you throw money around like it's . . ." He paused. James owned basically every macaroni company, shop, and product. He doesn't deserve this at all! Dr. Intelligent thought.

"You have been speaking to yourself for the past hour! Are you crazy. Just be quiet for once!" The neighbor yelled.

"Crazy? Yeah, right."

Dr. Intelligent walked towards his security camera computer. He grabbed his chair and sat down. Even there, he could see everything in the city, including James Evion and his amazing life. In the cameras, there were lots of people and kids buying and eating macaroni. The houses were mostly yellow and macaroni-themed. The streets had a scent of cooked pasta as well. The city was very busy. Dr. Intelligent could see children playing ball. Others were watching a puppet show or reading books on how to make the perfect pasta salad.

"Ding Ding! Macaroni! Macaroni for sale!" The macaroni truck was here with its musical melody. Kids ran to buy some macaroni before it was all sold out.

Dr. Intelligence recognized a young boy anxiously waiting his turn at the macaroni truck.

"Mac Boy," Dr. Intelligent said with disdain. That's what everyone called David Maroni. He was the kid superhero of the neighborhood. David stopped bullies and even a few robberies, making the community safer. Dr. Intelligent wanted to like him, but, well, the fact that David got his superpowers by eating macaroni strained their relationship a bit. Especially since Dr. Intelligent was about to make some changes.

He kept watching, almost dazed with the kids gorging on macaroni.

Bzzzz! Thump. The camera fell on the concrete floor.

"That annoying little Mac Boy." If I want to destroy all macaroni and James Evion, I will have to get rid of that little rodent first, he thought. Dr. Intelligent closed his cameras and walked to grab more planning paper. He stopped worrying about the boy and got back to his scheme.

"I know what to do! I shall make a powerful device that will destroy macaroni once and for all. James will be toast, Mac Boy won't matter, and I will be the ruler of Saskatchewan! WAHAHAHAHAHA!"