Mr pigeon
In class, the principal, Mr. Damocles, was presenting a project for the students to do alongside Ms. Bustier.
"Alright, students, today I am giving you a fashion project to complete. It will be based on this year's theme: derby hats. You will have 12 hours to finish this project, and it must be your own design. Once everything is done, it will be judged by the famous and highly esteemed Gabriel Agreste, the father of our very own Adrien Agreste." Mr. Damocles said, gesturing toward Adrien. This caused the other students to silently mumble and cheer for him, making Adrien feel slightly embarrassed and a bit sheepish.
"After the derby hats are judged, Adrien Agreste will wear the one that Gabriel Agreste declares the winner. Now, get to it, class." Mr. Damocles finished, dismissing the class to work on their projects.
Alex, sitting beside Alya on one of the school benches, was panicking. He couldn't come up with a derby hat theme.
"Why did it have to be derby hats?" Alex complained. "I've never created or even designed one before. You need a beret? I'm your guy. A sombrero? Just call me. But a derby?!" Alex said, exaggerating dramatically.
"But it doesn't matter anyway. I'll probably trip over my own derby hat, fall into Gabriel Agreste, give him a concussion, and then Adrien will hate me forever! I'll never become a world-famous designer!" Alex said disheartened, dramatically collapsing and burying his face into Alya's lap.
Alya sighed and quickly lifted Alex up. "Are you being serious? I'm sure you'll come up with something great! Not to mention, you're a really great thinker, inventor, and designer." Alya said, trying to cheer him up. "Now, let's see what you have in your sketchbook so far." She grabbed the sketchbook from his hands.
As she flipped through the pages, Alya was, to say the least, surprised.
"Woah, these are really cool designs! How come you never told me about them?" Alya asked, still in awe.
Alex started to get flustered. "W-well, it's nothing special. I just draw them in my free time," he mumbled, feeling slightly embarrassed from the praise.
Adrien then walked over and peeked into the sketchbook.
"Woah, Alya, these are some really cool designs you have," Adrien said, visibly impressed.
Alya smirked and gestured toward the cowering, shy Alex on the other side of the bench.
"These are actually Alex's designs. You should be praising him," she said with a grin.
Adrien looked toward Alex. "Well then, Alex, your designs are really good! To be honest, they're better than some of the ones I've seen from professionals who tried to design stuff for my photo shoots," Adrien said happily, praising him.
"I hope you win, Alex. Your designs look really cool—I'm counting on you!" Adrien added with a smile before walking away.
Alex immediately turned bright red, flustered and blushing profusely.
Alya grinned at this. "Adrien's counting on you!" she said with a happy smile. "You know what that means, right?" she asked in an excited tone.
"Yeah! It means I have to make the hat as perfect as it can be and make sure it doesn't disappoint Adrien!" Alex said, running off determinedly—only to bump into a wall shortly after due to his clumsiness and nervousness. Quickly recovering, he dashed out of the school to his secret place where he loved to think.
Alya sighed at Alex's clumsiness but smiled nonetheless.
Directly across from them, Sabrina and Chloé were hiding, eavesdropping on Alex and Alya.
"Did you hear that, Chloé?! Adrien said Alexander's designs are cool!" Sabrina said in an excited tone.
Chloé smiled irritably. "Yes, I know, Sabrina. That's why we're going to steal his design," she said with a wicked grin.
"As always, Chloé, your plans are the best!" Sabrina said with a happy smile, praising her.
Outside a big museum, Alex sat on one of the stairs leading up to the entrance.
He pulled out his pencil and started sketching in his sketchpad. As he drew, he crumpled up several sheets of paper, never satisfied with his designs—until Tikki suddenly interrupted him.
"Hey, Alex, do you remember?" Tikki asked with a light smile.
"Remember what?" Alex responded, slightly concerned.
"We agreed that today would be the day I teach you about magic and what exactly Kwamis are," Tikki said, her tone laced with amusement.
Alex sighed, a slight frown forming on his face. "Really, Tikki? Today of all days? Can't we do this another time?" he asked, hoping she'd say yes.
Tikki's expression turned stern. "No, Alex. You promised we'd do it today, and you've already moved the date seven times," she said firmly.
Alex sighed in defeat and got up. "Alright, Tikki, let's make this quick," he said, slightly annoyed.
Walking toward an unpopulated area, he sat on a wooden crate. "Alright, Tikki, let's get this over with," he said, eager to return to sketching his hat.
"Right!" Tikki said enthusiastically with a smile.
"So, as you know, you live in a universe. But the universe is far more vast than you think. The universe is an infinite, infinitely expanding space-time. It also branches off. What I mean by this is that the universe has an infinite number of timelines, each representing different possibilities. Every moment, every action taken causes a timeline to branch out infinitely more, and the same applies to those branched-out timelines as well, in an endlessly repeating state. You keeping up so far, Alex?" Tikki asked, noticing his visibly surprised expression.
"Y-yeah, Tikki, just... taken aback, that's all," Alex said, regaining his composure.
"Alright then. The universe is encased within a higher-order space-time structure called a world. It's different from a planet—think of it as a larger universe. Now, the universe contains an infinite number of dimensions, each transcending the other in a hierarchical order. For example, the 5th dimension transcends the 4th, and the 6th transcends the 5th, and so on. The universe has a singular time axis that transcends the lesser time streams of all the dimensions, and the world's time axis transcends the universe's time axis—it's like a hyper timeline," Tikki explained, finishing with a bright expression.
Alex stared in awe. "Wow, Tikki, I never knew the universe was so vast. But how does it tie into you and the other Kwamis?" he asked, curiosity bubbling up.
"I was just getting to that," Tikki said. "We Kwamis exist beyond all of this in a realm called the Overplane. It's a plane of existence that truly transcends the world in its entirety, viewing the world as complete fiction. It transcends each concept, idea, and iteration of space, time, dimensions, and infinitely more. It's a realm fully transcendent of all binary oppositions and dualities, existing as an absolute void—a void beyond all voids. And we Kwamis embody all of those aspects. That's why we need the Miraculous to interact with you, because without them, we cannot engage with you lesser beings." She sighed before continuing. "Now, about magic—magic is a limitless, enigmatic, conceptual, and non-conventional force. It allows you to warp reality, bringing your fantasies and imagination to life by controlling the fundamental aspects of existence, like logic, laws, principles, concepts, physics, and more. With magic, you can even interact with abstractions like stories and narratives, and it can even affect non-corporeal things. Beings with magic, or who are magical in any way, possess these properties and can do all of this."
Alex, still processing the information, was in awe. "I never realized the universe I live in was so vast," he said, still amazed.
Tikki giggled. "What I just explained is barely a fraction of what exists in the universe."
"So, Tikki, are we done yet?" Alex said, snapping back to reality and getting impatient, remembering his project had to be finished by the end of the day.
Tikki gave a slight smile and giggled. "Yes, Alex. You can go back to your project now."
"Yes, finally," Alex said, sarcastically but with a smile, as he rushed back to continue his work.
As Alex continued working on his project, he couldn't seem to find the right design—until a man came into view.
It was Mr. Ramier, a kind man who loved pigeons.
He walked over to a small group of pigeons and began feeding them.
"Hehe, quite the fat one, aren't you, Hubert?" Mr. Ramier said softly, amused, as he addressed the larger pigeon perched on his wrist.
Tikki flew out of Alex's jacket pocket. "Who's that person, Alex?" she asked, intrigued.
"That's Mr. Ramier," Alex said with a soft smile. "He's a kind person and loves pigeons."
"Well, he kinda looks like one too," Tikki giggled.
"Oh, Tikki," Alex said, amused.
As Alex watched the pigeons, an idea suddenly struck him. He began to think, and soon he had his design.
"I got it!" Alex exclaimed, feeling enthusiastic.
"What did you get?" Tikki asked, confused by his sudden excitement.
"The design! I'm going to base it on feathers!" Alex said, already sketching out his idea. Once he finished, he rushed home, eager to start creating it.
Unbeknownst to Alex, Sabrina had snapped a quick photo of his finished design and hurried off to show Chloe.
"Chloe! I got it!" Sabrina said, beaming with excitement.
"Perfect," Chloe smirked, her voice dripping with satisfaction.
"So, are you going to design it?" Sabrina asked curiously.
Chloe raised an eyebrow, slightly offended.
"Obviously not, Sabrina. Dad will hire the best designer to make this hat for me."
"Oh, of course, Chloe, your plans are always the best," Sabrina said, her tone filled with admiration. With that, Chloe and Sabrina walked off, presumably to start building the hat—or, more accurately, hire a designer to do it for them.
Meanwhile, as Mr. Ramier fed the pigeons, he was soon reprimanded by Officer Roger.
"Mr. Ramier, I've always told you that you can't feed the pigeons! They cause problems for people eating in the parks. Now go away or I'll take you to jail," Officer Roger said sternly, handing Mr. Ramier a ticket.
Hearing this, Mr. Ramier solemnly walked away from the pigeons and out of the area.
In his lair, Hawk Moth smiled wickedly.
"A man not allowed to do what he loves, restricted by the law... the perfect medium for negative emotion," Hawk Moth mused, before grasping a white butterfly and turning it into an Akuma.
"Now fly away, my evil Akuma, and evilize him!" Hawk Moth commanded, twirling his cane with a sinister grin.
The Akuma flew through Paris, eventually settling into Mr. Ramier's whistle.
With the Akuma now connected to him, Mr. Ramier heard Hawk Moth's voice.
"Mr. Ramier, I know you've been denied the freedom to feed your pigeons. I will give you the power to feed as many pigeons as you want, without interference. In return, I need something: Overbug's and Cat Noir's Miraculous. Do you accept?" Hawk Moth asked, his grin widening.
Mr. Ramier smiled darkly. "Of course, Hawk Moth!" With that, Mr. Ramier was transformed into Mr. Pigeon, using his whistle to summon an army of pigeons to wreak havoc across Paris.
As Alex waited for cars to pass so he could cross the street, he noticed an unusual number of pigeons swarming around, causing chaos. They were stealing things, harassing people, and disrupting traffic.
"Huh, that's weird," Alex muttered, surprised and confused.
He carefully dodged the pigeons' erratic movements.
"This is really weird," Tikki remarked, her confusion clear.
"Yeah, really weird." Before Alex could take another step, he heard a loud cry from above. He looked up.
"Hroo Hroo! I am Mr pigeon and Paris will pay! Yes, cause chaos, my fellow pigeons! Show the people of Paris what happens when they mess with us!" Mr. Pigeon yelled from the sky, riding a flock of pigeons.
"Well, that explains it. An Akuma victim," Alex muttered. Quickly, he ducked into an alley and began to transform.
"Alright, Tikki, spots on!" Alex declared, transforming into Overbug and rushing off to stop Mr. Pigeon from terrorizing the city.
Swinging through the streets, Overbug spotted Cat Noir perched on a nearby rooftop, watching Mr. Pigeon.
Landing beside him, Overbug joined Cat Noir in observing the chaos below.
Noticing Overbug, Cat Noir grabbed his hand and kissed it with a flirty smile. "Hey there, Bugaboo," Cat Noir said, grinning.
Overbug rolled his eyes, a huff escaping him as he withdrew his hand. "Focus, Cat, we have to save Mr ramier who has been akumatized into Mr pigeon." he said, his attention back on Mr. Pigeon, who was still creating havoc.
"Yeah, yeah, I know, Milady," Cat Noir said with a smirk.
"And quit calling me that, Cat Noir. I'm not a girl—I'm a boy," Overbug snapped, swinging toward Mr. Pigeon.
"So cute," Cat Noir said, amused by Overbug's cute, frustrated expression.
With a playful chuckle, he followed after Overbug.
Landing right in front of Mr. Pigeon, Overbug called him out. "Leave the people of Paris alone, Mr. Pigeon!" Overbug shouted, spinning his yo-yo and getting into an offensive stance.
"Never, Overbug! Paris will pay for how they treated my pigeons!" Mr. Pigeon retorted, flying at Overbug and attacking with his fists, each punch surrounded by magical pigeons that amplified their impact.
Overbug skillfully dodged the attacks and retaliated. After a series of exchanges, he landed a successful blow that caused Mr. Pigeon to seethe with anger.
"You'll pay for attacking my pigeons!" Mr. Pigeon growled, his voice filled with fury.
With that, Mr. Pigeon charged again, this time harder than before. Overbug braced himself, getting into a defensive stance. He blocked the attack, kicked Mr. Pigeon back, and used his yo-yo to deflect his opponent's punches.
But Mr. Pigeon broke through Overbug's defenses, landing a punch that sent Overbug flying, causing him to slide several feet across the ground.
"Jeez, where are you, Cat Noir?" Overbug muttered, getting increasingly frustrated.
Before he could rush in to stop Mr. Pigeon, he heard a voice from above.
"Hope you didn't forget about me, Milady!" Cat Noir yelled, his staff extended overhead, ready to strike Mr. Pigeon.
Overbug groaned in irritation. Why is Cat Noir always like this?
As Cat Noir prepared to strike, Mr. Pigeon quickly dodged, causing Cat Noir to miss and slam his staff into the ground, creating a crater. It seemed he had increased the weight of his staff to make his attack stronger.
"Haha, unluckily for you, Cat Noir, your attack missed me!" Mr. Pigeon taunted, flying away. "To me, my pigeons! We will take over Paris!"
With a sigh, Overbug slid his yo-yo back onto his hip and walked over to Cat Noir.
"Be careful, Cat Noir. You could've hit me!" Overbug said, irritated.
"But I didn't, Milady," Cat Noir smirked, "but now Mr. Pigeon's escaped, and we have to chase after him again."
Overbug let out a frustrated sigh. "Cat Noir, stop calling me 'Milady,' I'm a boy. And we need to come up with a plan to beat Mr. Pigeon." He finished with an exasperated huff.
"As you wish, Bugaboo," Cat Noir teased.
Overbug mentally groaned at the nickname but quickly focused. He began thinking of a plan, and after a moment, Cat Noir began to whistle, clearly messing around while waiting for Overbug.
"Alright, Cat Noir, I have a plan," Overbug said, looking toward the building where Mr. Pigeon had taken shelter.
"I'm all ears," Cat Noir replied, his attention now fully on Overbug.
With a nod, Overbug began to explain.
"First, we'll sneak up on him. You'll take the right hatch, and I'll take the left. Then, I'll wrap him up, and you'll Cataclysm the whistle—I'm sure that's where the Akuma is."
Cat Noir nodded in agreement, getting into position.
Both in position, Overbug was about to signal to Cat Noir until a pigeon feather flew past his nose, causing him to sneeze and fall down.
"Welp, there goes that plan," Overbug muttered, sighing as he followed after Cat Noir.
Mr. Pigeon, startled by the sudden sneeze, turned around to see Cat Noir sprawled on the floor.
Jumping down from the ceiling, Overbug reprimanded Cat Noir for messing up their plan. "Seriously, Cat Noir? Of all times, you sneeze now?"
"Ugh, pigeons make me allergic—Achoo!" Cat Noir sneezed again.
With a frustrated sigh, Overbug turned to face Mr. Pigeon. "Alright, Mr. Pigeon, this is where you'll be stopped!" he yelled, spinning his yo-yo and getting into a fighting stance.
"Hroo Hroo! It is you, Overbug, who will be stopped!" Mr. Pigeon declared, wrapping his magical pigeons around his fists and flying toward Overbug.
Cat Noir quickly recovered from his sneezing session and followed after Overbug. The two of them clashed with Mr. Pigeon, dodging his attacks. Overbug kicked Mr. Pigeon away, and Cat Noir followed up, striking him with his staff, sending Mr. Pigeon crashing into a wall.
Furious, Mr. Pigeon got up and charged toward them once more. "Hroo! You will pay for that!" he shouted.
Overbug quickly dodged his strike, jumping over Mr. Pigeon while Cat Noir distracted him. Seizing the opportunity, Overbug used his yo-yo to wrap it around Mr. Pigeon and threw him through several walls.
Using the momentary break, Overbug hurled his yo-yo into the air and called out, "Lucky Charm!"
A red and black coin appeared in front of him.
"Now what am I supposed to do with this?" Overbug muttered, staring at the coin in confusion.
"Cat Noir, keep Mr. Pigeon busy until I figure out what to do with this coin!" Overbug called out.
"As you wish, Bugaboo!" Cat Noir responded, rushing to confront the now enraged Mr. Pigeon after his crash.
Overbug scanned the area, looking for a way to use the coin. Then, his eyes landed on a vending machine. "So that's what this coin is for," he muttered in realization. In an instant, Overbug sprang into action, setting a trap for Mr. Pigeon.
He wrapped his yo-yo around the steel bars of the building, then looped it over the ceiling bars. Afterward, he approached the vending machine and using the coin retrieved a bag of popcorn.
Taking his position, Overbug signaled to Cat Noir. "Alright, Cat Noir! I'm ready!"
Upon hearing this, Cat Noir led Mr. Pigeon right into Overbug's trap.
With quick precision, Overbug leaped above Mr. Pigeon, tearing open the popcorn bag and letting it spill all over him. The pigeons swarmed, eager for the treat.
Landing gracefully, Overbug yanked on the yo-yo below Mr. Pigeon, lifting him up and suspending him from the ceiling. Mr. Pigeon's whistle fell from his neck.
"Alright, Cat Noir, Cataclysm his whistle!" Overbug shouted.
Cat Noir wasted no time. He leapt into the air, grabbed the whistle, and yelled, "Cataclysm!" As he jumped back down, his hand opened, revealing only an akuma. The whistle had been reduced to nothing.
Overbug quickly spun his yo-yo, capturing the akuma and purifying it with ease.
Before Mr. Ramier could crash to the ground, Cat Noir caught him, gently placing him back on his feet.
Still dazed, Mr. Ramier looked around, confused. "O-Overbug? Cat Noir? What am I doing here?"
With a smile, Overbug knelt down to Mr. Ramier and replied, "You were akumatized by Hawkmoth. Cat Noir and I just saved you."
"Thank you, Overbug and Cat Noir," Mr. Ramier said, his voice filled with gratitude. "I was just so upset about not being able to feed the pigeons that I ended up getting akumatized."
Overbug smiled warmly. "It's okay, Mr. Ramier. Just make sure to feed the pigeons in places where you won't get into trouble, and always keep a positive mindset."
Mr. Ramier nodded happily in agreement. Overbug and Cat Noir did a "pound it!" before heading off together.
At school, the derby hats were being presented. Alex had completed her hat just in time, and all the hats were placed on pedestals for display.
"Alright, let the contest begin!" Mr. Damocles announced, stepping aside to let Gabriel Agreste (on video) judge the hats.
As Gabriel critiqued the designs, he seemed unimpressed with each one until he reached Chloé's creation.
"Hmm, and you made this, Chloé?" Gabriel asked, his interest piqued.
"Yes, Mr. Gabriel Agreste," Chloé responded, a proud grin on her face. "The designer I hired—I mean, this is the design I picked and made myself."
Alya, who was watching, frowned. "Chloé copied your design. What are you going to do?" she whispered to Alex.
Alex's face showed clear displeasure. "It's okay, Alya. I've got this."
Gabriel moved on to Alex's design and quickly noticed that it was identical to Chloé's.
"It seems one of you two has copied the other," Gabriel remarked, his tone clearly displeased.
Chloé gasped dramatically. "Alexander, how could you? You copied my design!" she exclaimed, putting on an exaggerated expression of shock.
The other students turned their attention to Alex, frowning, including Adrien.
Alex sighed, clearly frustrated.
"I didn't steal anyone's design, especially not Chloé's. This hat was designed by me, with my own two hands. I handpicked each material," Alex said, his voice steady but firm. "And there's a key detail that only the original creator would know—my name is signed on it." With that, Alex revealed his derby hat and showed the golden embroidery of his name.
Chloé's face fell as she realized the truth.
"Well, it looks like we know who the true creator of the hat is. Alexander is the winner," Gabriel announced before turning off the video call.
Chloé's expression twisted into a scowl. "This is ridiculous—utterly ridiculous!" she spat, storming off with Sabrina trailing behind her.
The classmates gave Alex a light round of applause. Adrien, hearing his father's approval, walked over to congratulate him.
"Congratulations, Alex. Your design was really cool. It's a shame Chloé tried to steal it and frame you," Adrien said with a friendly smile.
Alex's face turned bright red, and he stumbled over his words. "T-t-thank you, Adrien," he mumbled, flustered.
"Anyway, I've gotta go now," Adrien said, glancing at his watch. "My dad wants me home in 15 minutes." He started walking away but paused and turned back to Alex.
"You know, I actually wanted your hat to win. I really liked it. I'm glad it did," Adrien said with a grin before heading toward his ride home.
Alex stood there, dazed, even though he wasn't physically swaying. "Alya, catch me. I think I'm going to faint," he said, still in shock.
Alya smiled and rolled her eyes, but there was a hint of amusement in her expression. "Yeah, yeah, I'll catch you."