Author's notes: Hehe, I was bored and I got into IMan like at the end of the first season and always wanted to write a fic. Well, I wrote one, in the middle of math class. Try to guess who says what at the top, all will be revealed in the end! ^.^
"Ya think he knows?"
"Nah, I don't think so."
"...I think he knows."
"He does not know."
"Are you sure?"
"Nope."
"Then how do you know he doesn't know?"
"How do you know he does?"
"I just do."
"Exactly, my friend."
"...what if he does know?"
"Then, you, my friend, are in trouble."
"Hey, what about you?"
"Me? My hands are clean, sorry."
"They look filthy to me."
"Hey! Hey! No touching the hands!"
"Oh, why?"
"Because they're my hands."
"Oh, they're your hands?"
"Yes, they are."
"So? I bet he does know."
"Not with that again."
"Aw, come on. I bet you ten bucks he knows it was us."
"Ten bucks?"
"Ten bucks."
"All right then. Be ready to pay me."
"You mean you be ready to pay me."
"Whatever."
"Let's see...Five..."
"Four..."
"Three..."
"Two..."
"One-"
"Zero!"
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" At this the man known as Eberts ran out of the Official's office, his hair a pink fluff. Darien and Hobbes cracked up at this, but stiffled their laughter to make sure he didn't see him. But Eberts turned to where they were and started to run to them, a shampoo bottle in hand.
"Uh, oh, he knew it. Run!" As the two agents ran away from the pink-haired man, who ran close behind them, Claire, who had watched Darien's and Hobbes' exchange, shook her head, sighing, making a mental note to herself to tell the Official not to let Darien and Hobbes play April Fool's jokes on anyone.
"Ya think he knows?"
"Nah, I don't think so."
"...I think he knows."
"He does not know."
"Are you sure?"
"Nope."
"Then how do you know he doesn't know?"
"How do you know he does?"
"I just do."
"Exactly, my friend."
"...what if he does know?"
"Then, you, my friend, are in trouble."
"Hey, what about you?"
"Me? My hands are clean, sorry."
"They look filthy to me."
"Hey! Hey! No touching the hands!"
"Oh, why?"
"Because they're my hands."
"Oh, they're your hands?"
"Yes, they are."
"So? I bet he does know."
"Not with that again."
"Aw, come on. I bet you ten bucks he knows it was us."
"Ten bucks?"
"Ten bucks."
"All right then. Be ready to pay me."
"You mean you be ready to pay me."
"Whatever."
"Let's see...Five..."
"Four..."
"Three..."
"Two..."
"One-"
"Zero!"
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" At this the man known as Eberts ran out of the Official's office, his hair a pink fluff. Darien and Hobbes cracked up at this, but stiffled their laughter to make sure he didn't see him. But Eberts turned to where they were and started to run to them, a shampoo bottle in hand.
"Uh, oh, he knew it. Run!" As the two agents ran away from the pink-haired man, who ran close behind them, Claire, who had watched Darien's and Hobbes' exchange, shook her head, sighing, making a mental note to herself to tell the Official not to let Darien and Hobbes play April Fool's jokes on anyone.