I'm Hoagie P. Gilligan the III. My dad is the infamous decetive Hoagie P. Gilligan the II. He solved the mystery behind Nurse Caliborne. He was ex operative numbuh 2 of sector V. My mom is also an ex-operative of the kids next door Numbuh 5, Abby Lincoln. Now its just plain Abby Gilligan. I'm part American, French, and African American. My mom makes great food, maybe thats the reason why I never knew what was going on in our schools cafeteria.

I really didn't know what I was getting into once she came to my office. Samantha Drilovsky. Her dad is ex operative numbuh 60 that trained my uncle Tommy. Unfortunately her mom is ex-operative numbuh 86, the boy hater. Yea 86's time came. It turned out that her hatred toward boys started in the kids next door. Any memory gained in the kids next door is lost. Forever.

Any way it was a normal day. I'm sitting there in my office, eating one of my moms homemade cinnamon rolls. My moms homemade cinnamon rolls was exellent by the way. Then she came in. Her name is Sam but if you were smart you'd call her numbuh 68. Her voice like a thousand violins.

"HOAGIE GILLIAN!"

"Being played by a monkey," I finish narrating. She emerged from the dark in her usual outfit, zip up green sweater and white top. Orange skirt and wavy black hair. Her black boots making a clunking sound on the concrete floor.

"Why are you in the janitors closet? You're supposed to be in math class." She then moved her hand to point my way to class.

"Well what brought you to my office in the first place?" She was pretty, had unusual combination black hair and blue eyes. I'd date her if she didn't already hate my guts.

"Paper towels for the girls bathroom. And its not your office." She grabbed a thick roll off of the black shelf.

"Well its a dark school halls. I'd be careful toots-" I stopped short. That was the mistake my own dad made to have 86 hate him even more. The roll fell out of her hands. Then she came for me, not for a kiss I'm sure of that.

"I'm sorry Sir, I mean ma'am, numbuh 68." The door shut, and went after me, crashing the janitors closet. I mean my office. Then I went headfirst into the trash can. Where fresh apple core's, papers, and used napkins go. She left muttering toots and me to get myself out. I didn't know why she was here, was it a cry of help?

"Hoagie," cried out Sally Beatles and her sister Lilly. Its obvious that her parents are ex operatives as well. Numbuh 4, Wally Beatles was her father. Numbuh 3, Kuki Sanban, though now its Kuki Beatles. They are dead set of her parents. Sally in an oversized green hoodie, and black baggie pants. Lilly in a orange sweater dress, and blue leggings.

"Hey Sally whats wrong?"

"Hoagie, my posh party rainbow monkey was stolen!" announced Lilly. She loves rainbow monkey's just as much as her mom does. Thats saying a lot.

"Wow I'm sorry Lilly. I can help you find, it I'm a private eye and you've just stepped into my office."

"I thought it is a janitors closet, with a sign on it that said: Hoagie P. Gilligan P.E. " bursts out Sally and Lilly starts laughing. What was so wrong with my sign? Wait it should have been an I.

"Any way my problem is that there is an epidemic sweeping the fourth grade. Kids are upchucking lunch, and going to the nurse's office. I think some one is making them puke up lunch. Cause the lunch is pretty good now a days."

"Hmm an epidemic you say? Well Lily second floor janitors closet, my brother Scott has a private eye office there." Lilly left happy that some one can help her.

"Does numbuh 5 approve of this?" asked Sally. We all refered each others parents by there numbuh's.

"She doesn't have to know. You and I though we have bigger fish to fry."