An idea: the brainbots, at least some of them, are part feline, and they still can’t resist an open box, much less one filled with soft squishy-crunchy things. Basically, Megamind opens his Super Evil Science Thingie and after assembling it turns around to to find a small pile of them squeezed into the box it was shipped in. There are packing peanuts everywhere, some of which cling adorably to their braincases because static electricity. A younger one is pouncing on a piece of styrofoam.

THAT’S BEAUTIFUL.

[ /brainbot consciousness program : successfully installed ]

[ carapace control : optimal function ]
[ limb control : optimal function ]
[ flight control : optimal function ]
[ sensors : optimal function ]

[ visual input : /facial recognition ]

[ designation : daddy ( megamind ) ]

[ /audio input detected ]

[ oh, there you are; you’re awake! look at you; you’re perfect! who’s a menacing little cyborg? you are! yes, you are! good bot! good, good bot! daddy loves you, yes! ]

[ !!! ] [ /excitement ] [ !!! ] [ /audio output system engage ] [ !!! ]

BOWG

Hide and Seek!


“Oh, I just can’t find my bots!” Megamind says loudly as he steps into his bedroom. 

The underside of his bed is filled with so many brainbots that the mattress is bulging upwards, but Megamind appears not to notice this. He proceeds, instead, to look in the most elaborately ridiculous places possible–under the rug, inside a book, in his glass of water by the bedside table. 

The brainbots can scarcely contain their glee.

“I can’t imagine where they could be!” Megamind says, throwing his arms up as if in frustration.

He glances over at his bed, which is now vibrating faintly with excitement. For a moment, his lips twitch, and then he schools his expression into one of overdramatic disappointment and exhaustion.

“I’ve been looking for such a long time!” he says, and heaves a sigh. “Maybe I should sit down here and take a break!”

He throws himself onto the bed, and sits there in an attitude of defeat, his head in his hand. The mattress wriggles beneath him. One bot gives a faint bowg of delight before the others shush them.

“I’m so tired,” Megamind says, “maybe I should take a nap!” 

He flops back onto the mattress; almost all of the brainbots bowg this time, the sound rippling through the group of them like infectious laughter through a group of giggling children.

“Or maybe,” Megamind pauses theatrically, “maybe I should…JUMP ON THE BED!”

He leaps up onto his feet, cackling, as the brainbots explode from beneath the bed, all of them bowging  loudly, their braincases crackling with excitement. Megamind almost overbalances at the sudden shift of the mattress beneath him, but they catch him as they swarm around him. 

They lift him briefly into the air, then let him go; his feet hit the mattress and he bounces up again.

“Oh, there you are! There you are!” he cries, “There’s Daddy’s clever little cyborgs! I found you!”

“BOWG!

“BOWG BOWG!”

“BOWG! BOWG! BOWG!”

The bots swoop and dart excitedly around him and Megamind bounces until he’s breathless with laughter.