MaxwellSmart

I am one of the top agents of Control, a secret spy agency with a direct hotline to LBJ in the White House. Perhaps this had something to do with Johnson only serving one Presidential term. But we digress. Bumbling I might be, but it shouldn't be ignored that I do eventually get the job done. Whether it's in a gun fight or a tumbling, fist fight, I usually prevail. Compare this with the number of times those top UNCLE agents, Napoleon and Ilya, end up in the hands of the bad guys, and my score doesn't look all that bad.

A small bantum rooster, I bob back up from my dunks into disaster with confidence intact. Failures get filed into their proper perspective. After all, I am the chief field agent for Control and have saved the world innumerable times. What balances out my nickle-pinching cheapness is the generosity of my affection and loyalty. Sure, I might momentarily wonder if the Chief has volunteered for anything recently when the bad guys are wondering who to shoot first, but I am quickly brought back to perspective and my courage certainly matches that of many of our favorite spy guys.

Agent 99.