It was the year 2050 when Dr. Miraculous’s first commercial hit the world and the start of the Miraculous Toys. On screens across the world aimed at children aged 14 and younger, a strange funny-looking man appeared. Dressed in a white lab coat, a rainbow afro, and elephant pajamas, he smiled and waved at those watching the commercial.

“Hey there kids! I’m Dr. Miraculous and I'm here to make children all over the world happy! With my Miraculous Toys, there will be no child that will be left unhappy anywhere! Now let me show you what I got!” Dr. Miraculous seemingly disappeared before reappearing in a second with a large red sack.

As he slowly and dramatically loosened the knot on the sack, music began to start up. An upbeat, cheery type of song that rose the anticipation of all the children watching the commercial.

“These are just the first batch of Miraculous Toys that children everywhere will be able to enjoy.” He sang. “We have...” The music began to pick up.

By now, the anticipation from the children watching has reached its peak and they were shaking in their seats waiting to see what kind of toys he would bring out. Not to forget, to try and sing along to the song that was about to happen for sure. Even some of the older children and adults were quite interested in this eccentric man. The 5 seconds needed to skip the ad was already up and if they wanted to, they could skip it, but something about this man caught their attention. Perhaps it was how funny he looked or the weird way he disappeared on screen before. Maybe they could make a meme out of this commercial.

Dr. Miraculous’s red sack exploded in a bright light as several toys seemingly jumped out of it. The scene changed from Dr. Miraculous in front of a white background to a gigantic fuzzy toy monster smiling while waving at the screen with its ridiculously long limbs then to a large pink spider-like creature with bendy and elastic arms and a cute motherly face. As Dr. Miraculous introduced these toys, he sang along at a fast speed, quickly introducing the toys and also their uniqueness to the children watching.

Some of the toys seemed alive like the spider lady and tall fuzzy monster, Dr. Miraculous called this the Friend Batch. While others seemed to make fun of the laws of physics and science as if they didn’t exist at all. Dr. Miraculous classified these toys as part of the Science Batch. A portal-maker, a miniature black hole, a miniaturized sun, and an anti-gravity generator that let Dr. Miraculous float around the screen like he was in zero gravity. Then came the Normal Batch where there were normal toys cranked up to the eleven. A toy car that could outspeed a race car driven by a professional racer, a robotic dog that acted no different from a real-life dog with varying sizes from great dane to chihuahua, to super soakers that were capable of putting out burning buildings.

All of these were introduced within seconds of each other somehow rhyming along with matching perfectly to the beat and music of the song. It didn’t take long for children across the world to violently harass their parents to buy them Miraculous Toys. Of course, not before listening to Dr. Miraculous’s song more than a couple of hundred times on repeat. If that didn’t drive the parents crazy, the badgering afterward to get even one of those toys surely did.

The older children and young adults were also interested. Most were interested in how much meme value the commercial held while a few were genuinely interested in purchasing one of those toys for themselves. Some declared Dr. Miraculous as the newest rap god, others wondered how much went into the productions for special effects on most of the toys shown, and a few even called Dr. Miraculous a terrible scammer that preyed on the innocence of children to fill his pockets. No one but the young children actually believed the toys seen in the commercial were real or at least were accurate to how they were advertised. Everyone by now was used to companies producing amazing commercials only for the real thing to fall short by more than half of what was advertised.

After the commercial first went live, there wasn’t a single response from Miraculous Toys. However, orders on top of orders came for his toys on the website. Trucks across the world began delivering Miraculous Toys in droves. Once the first Miraculous Toy arrived at the home of a young boy, that was the start of a new era some might say. The young child named Timmy, excitedly bounced up and down as his father brought in the gigantic box from the delivery driver.

“It came! It finally came!” Timmy could barely control himself from ripping into the cardboard box to reach his toy just a second sooner.

“Now calm down there. I’ll get it open in just a sec.” David smiled as he used a box cutter to open it.

Father and son were rendered speechless but this didn’t stop little Timmy from rushing forward and grabbing his toy hammer inspired by his favorite Norse deity. With seemingly no effort at all, he lifted the hammer as endless power flowed into his body. Divine energy surged throughout his small mortal body, lightning sparking around him. Lightning bolts seemingly filled his eyeballs as he looked toward his father with ecstatic excitement.

“I am a god!!!!” Timmy screamed.

Energy blasted from his body, completely destroying the house around them. Surprisingly enough, David was unharmed, although a little ruffled and shell-shocked. With a quick glance around themselves, Timmy had enough nerve to look guilty for destroying the house.

“Timmothy Sanders! You are grounded!!!” David shouted.

The grounding of Timmothy Sanders went better than expected. He went in time out for ten minutes while clutching his divine hammer with a pitiful look on his face. David nearly scratched his head bald trying to figure out a way to get their house back. Putting Timmy to work wouldn’t work even if he suddenly gained the powers of a god. Godly powers or not, a child still couldn’t work in this country legally. David knew for damn sure the insurance company wasn’t going to pay for this even if he showed them proof of his son’s new capabilities.

“Looks like I'm going to have to get in touch with the government...” David sighed.

Knowing his son, he definitely isn’t going to stay out of trouble with the freaking powers of a god in him. He’s got his heart dead set on becoming a superhero. Now that he got his chance, it would destroy him if David didn’t let him. How upsetting...

When David first came to Earth, he certainly didn’t expect something like this would happen and potentially put his life at risk. Now he has to risk his true race being exposed by getting in touch with the government. David reasoned it would be better for Timmy to work with the law enforcement or government in apprehending criminals to soothe Timmy’s heroic heart. Of course, he wouldn’t let those humans turn his halfing into a weapon. His late wife taught him better than that.

“Come here, son.” David brought Timmy out of time out.

“I’m sorry for blowing up the house, Dad... I didn’t mean too...” Timmy apologized.

“I know and it’s okay, I forgive you. You still want to be a superhero, don’t you?” David already knew the answer.

“Yes! But I know superheroes can’t blow up houses and I'll promise to never blow up a house again!” He quickly begged.

“Hmm...” David looked at his son skeptically. “What else wouldn’t a superhero do?”

“They don’t do crimes! They don’t hurt innocent people! Uhm! They save people and be nice to everyone! They don’t bully others and always share!” Timmy quickly listed off, fear of his father potentially telling him he can’t be a hero.

“Are you going to do any of those things?” David asked.

“I promise to be the goodest and best superhero ever! Please let me be a superhero. Please please please.” He clutched his legs in a tight grip.

“Alright, Timmothy. But if I find out, you’ve been a bad superhero I'm taking your hammer away, got it?” David told him.

“Mhmm! Mhmm!” Timmy rapidly nodded.

“Alright, follow me. Daddy has to make a call.”

...

“Sir, we don’t have time for games. We are busy enough as it is with all these prank calls about toys and whatnot today.” A tired police officer lazily spoke to David.

“Timmy, summon lightning with your hammer.” David told his son.

Timmy was more than happy to oblige, lighting generated around his hammer as wind picked up in the police station, fluttering paperwork and blowing the clothes of several officers. He stopped before his excitement got to him as he saw the scared looked of the police officers around him. Some at their hands on their guns. This is where David stepped in.

“Calm yourselves. My son has expressed his desire to become a superhero and help people. I brought him here in hopes that you would allow him to fulfill his dream of making the world a better place by helping people. Of course, there’s more I'd like to talk about in specifics of that but we can discuss that when the time comes.” David explained.

“I see. Come on in the back. We’ll talk there.” Chief-of-Police, Steven Myers calmed the shivers in his soul as the brought the father-son duo in.