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Operation Vampire Night...Episode 3

Somewhere in the Ukraine, 13 Km's southwest of Chernobyl 10:34 pm.

At a creepy old castle in the middle of nowhere (a popular tourist attraction) a guard is making his rounds. He talks to his supervisor via com link

"Vladimir, south corridor clear, there's no sign of any-what the?" Something creeps by him

"Alexei...Alexei...Borodin...Borodin...Alexei Borodin, copy over...Vilencio, Romanov, Dmitri, I lost contact with Borodin..."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

"What was that?" "Romanov...Cerenkov, Petrov, Volsky?" "Is this some joke?" "It's not funny, yes?" He walks out of the camera room "Anatole?" "Koslov?" "Dzerzhinsky?" "Josef?" "Where the hell is everybody."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha." The sound recurs again

"Hello?" "P-Petrov that you?" "Uh...Alexei?" The figure creeps up behind Vladimir.

"Okay, if this is joke, it's-OH GOD"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha...HA HA HA HA HA"

At a Fancy Italian Restaurant in Town next evening 7:25 pm.

The Clark kids treat Nick and Faust to some (so called) real Italian dining...The place is called 'That's-a Italiano'

"Oh, you guys are gonna like this place." Marc said as they entered

"Yeah, Cicero will be the judge of that." Brian rolled his eyes

"Ya damn right I'll be the judge of that..." Nick began

"What do you mean by that?"

"No Tony, don't get him started!" Brian warned, too late.

"Back in my day, when we worked for the FBI, we used to sample all kinds of amazing food."

"Most of which was at crime scenes." Brian added

"Anyway...There's this place in Little Italy...The one in New York."

"Yes, we are all familiar with New York." Megan chuckled

"Okay, well they got this place, 'Salvatore's Trattoria' Oh My God, best Pasta Weise this side of Milan." Nick said with emphasis. They sat at a table The waiter came over

"Bon...journo, hi guys my names Mike, and I will be your server tonight."

"Mike, unlike you I am actually Italian, therefore by personal opinion and by stereotype I must care what your making." Nick began

"Oh boy, it's Chicago all over again." Brian whispered

"What happened?" Lee asked

"This."

"Alright, hows your Calamar?" Nick asked

"Excuse me."

"Oh God, Calamari, fried calamari, fried squid?"

"Uh, no; we don't have that."

"O-Kay, hows your Pasta Crespelle?"

"W-what, what the hells that?" Mike asked

"You call this an Italian restaurant?" Nick stood up.

"Oh Christ, this is Chicago all over again." Brian slammed his head on the table in embarrassment. "Kids lets just leave quickly before he starts yelling at him in Italian."

"Wait, isn't that just yelling?" Lee asked

"Yeah sorta, German is yelling; I know, Italian is yelling while moving your hands in the process." Brian explained. Then he saw three shady gentlemen at the cash register, it looked like they were holding up the place. The cashier frantically put some cash in a bag...the others in the restaurant didn't really notice. "Kids...get under the table, and look away." Brian said

"Oh dear God, he's serious." Tony went wide eyed

"Uh, hello Brian, professional Spies, ring any bells." Megan reminded him

"Hey, this is serious business, not a place for kids." The Spies kinda ignored that one, except Lee and Megan

"What's that supposed to mean?" Lee whispered

"Yeah, were just as good as they are." Megan agreed

"Uh, guys; just using my superior intuition here, but; they got guns...I don't think we've ever fought any low life scum with guns, who have no long villainous speeches, and no time, which makes it small time for us to escape." Marc elaborated

"I agree." Tony agreed

"Well, maybe you are right Marc, but still; Brian doesn't think were good enough to them, just cause were kids." Megan said "And They think cause they're such big killing tough guys they can push us around, and if he thinks that, I'm sure Nick does too."

"Megan's right, were just good as they are, if not better." Lee added

"Well I guess we'll see them in action then." Marc said under the table. Back up, Nick and the waiter were still fighting bitterly.

"I don't even thought what that even means!"

"It's Italian schlomo, it means 'Your a freakin Canuck, you don't know a damn thing of what ya talking about and, you smell...and a bunch of words I shouldn't say." Nick added

"Hey, at least I ain't some Guido loser, who takes his kids out to a crappy Italian restaurant!"

"Oh yeah tough guy, well then...Ha, you admitted this place is crap!"

"Well-"

"Yo Cic, lookie." Brian interrupted to notice the robbers.

"Look waiter guy-"

"I'm Mike."

"Like it matters, get down." he pushed him down. "Lets go." Nick said They drew guns and crawled towards the register.

"Just give us the money, and everything's gonna be okay." one of them said

"Okay man, okay, just be cool." she loaded the money. Nick and Brian had just come out of place when one of the robbers noticed them.

"Hey it's the police!" he raised the gun-[bang] Nick fired, hit him right in the abdomen Everyone in the restaurant screamed

"Crap!" the other robber raised his gun. Brian fires, [bang]

"Right between the eyes." Brian holsters his gun, the other guy surrenders without a fight

"Yeah, we thought you would do that." Nick said, Brian cuffed him. "Alright people relax, World Organization of Human Protection...and less importantly at this point in time, Federal Bureau of Investigation." Nick flaunted his many ID's.

"Better call Jerry." Brian suggested

"Yeah." "Later."

"Later works." They walked over to the Spies, cringing

"You guys okay?" Nick asked

"Uh...y-y-y-y-y-y-y-yes." Megan hid her face

"Look guys, it wasn't pretty I know, but that's what e do; it comes second nature to us and-"

"Oh my God...That...was the coolest thing I ever saw, better then the movies!" Tony jumped.

"Tony, they just killed two robbers!" Marc yelled

"In self defense." Brian added

"True." Marc said

"Look guys, were real sorry and...what the?" The notice their drinking glasses fizzle "Uh, any you guys order soda?" he asked, got five head shakes... "Oh boy...-[whoosh]"

"Gotta give Jerry credit, it really killed the awkward." Brian said going down the chute.

"Humph, well I still have a lot to say to you-[thud]" Megan couldn't finish their sentence when they fell on the couch in Jerry's office...

TO BE CONTINUED...