Megamind Page #2

- Hey...

Get back to work.

The city doesn't pay you to Ioaf.

- Freeze!

- Whoa. What are you doing, guys?

It's me! It's the warden.

Hey! Open up!

No, you fools. He's tricked us.

You were right.

I'll always be a villain.

Well, hello good-Iooking.

Need a Iift?

Certainly do,

you fantastic fish, you.

- Get in the car, you.

- I'm free!

Right?

Nice work sending me

the watch, Minion.

- You got it, boss.

- Punch it!

AII right,

put your hands in the air.

Ladies and gentlemen,

your Metro Man!

- Who's your man?

- Metro Man!

Yeah, Metro City!

Gimme some. Come on. Give it now.

Give it to me. Right on.

Gimme the good stuff. AII right.

Hey, Metro City.

Hey. Hey.

You know, you know,

I just want to bring it down a bit.

Boys, a Iittle Iower.

Thank you, fellas.

Let's get real for a moment.

That's right. That's right.

That's right.

Although getting a whole museum

is super-cool, is super-cool,

you want to know what the greatest

honor you've given me is?

Do you really want to know? Really?

I'll tell you.

The greatest honor you've

given me is Ietting me serve you,

the helpless people of Metro City.

And at the end of every day,

well, I often ask myself...

...who would I be without you?

- I Iove you, Metro Man!

- And I Iove you, random citizen.

I tell you, Minion.

There's no place Iike evil Iair.

I've kept it cold and damp

just for you, sir.

How do I Iook, Minion?

Do I Iook bad?

Disgustingly horrifying, sir.

You always know what to say.

Oh, the brain-bots

certainly missed you, sir.

Did you miss your daddy?

Who's a menacing Iittle cyborg?

You are. Yes, you are. No biting.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

You want the wrench?

Go get the wrench.

- Oh, Iook at that.

- Now, back to Iaughing.

She's awake. Quick, to work.

Miss Ritchi, we meet again.

Would it kill you to wash the bag?

You can scream all you wish,

Miss Ritchi.

I'm afraid no one can hear you.

Wh... Why isn't she screaming?

Miss Ritchi, if you don't mind?

Like this...

But that's, that's a poor Iady scream.

He's a Iittle better.

Is there some kind

of nerdy super-villain Web site

where you get Tesla coils

and blinky dials?

Actually, most of it comes

from an outlet store in...

Don't answer that.

- Romania.

- Don't! Stop!

She's using her

nosy reporter skills

on your weak-willed mind

to find out all our secrets.

Such tricks won't work on me...

- Please talk slower.

- ...temptress.

What secrets?

You're so predictable.

Predictable? Predictable?

Oh, you call this predictable?

Your alligators. Yes.

Yeah, I was thinking about it

on the way over.

What's this? Boom! In your face.

- Clich.

- No! Look, watch.

- Juvenile.

- Shock and awe.

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