You won't find Super Dum Dum in any store. He lives inside my heart. We had some great times decapitating bad guys with my red crayon, and when I came across my drawings and stories the other day in my closet, I was overwhelmed with a feeling of well-being knowing that he was there all those years, gathering dust, cursing me for leaving him behind. I did three issues of the "Super Dum Dum and Other Stoiries" [sic], one of those elementary school projects that always had a readership of one (three if you counted your parents looking at the cover and patting you on the head). In the first issue, to attract subscribers, I tossed in three bonus Super Dum Dum games (Track Down the Crooks, where you "go after the crooks by following their tracks in the snow"; Penny Drop, in which you dropped pennies onto dots and advanced six spaces if you hit one and three spaces otherwise; and Ring Around the Dum Dum, in which everyone makes a circle holding hands around the first player, who tries to break out by force). Villains make or break any hero, and Dum Dum made quick work of flunkies like Mugger Mike and Rob Robber. His other enemies met similar fates: Mr. Fly (flushed), the Hot Hotwheel (stuck in the freezer), Mr. Mad (caught in a net with his evil robot), Dopey Dog, Mr. Ping Pong Ball, the Litterman and the Spanker. Super Dum Dum lives!