Hi guys. Usually I don't write humanized PoM, but I just had this idea and I initially wrote it as Skipper, Mafreedy and Johnson as penguins but I figure out it would be hard for Hans to be in the agency. Oh well. Enjoy and review!

Hans and Savio came into Blowhole's lair. "What is it, Dr. Mammal Fish?" Hans said as he rubbed his eyes. "You know I was taking a nap. We were up all night watching that stupid spy movie."

Blowhole spin around to face the puffin and snake. "Trust me," he said. "This is worth it."

Savio raised his hand. "Uh, what exactly is 'this'?" he said, lisping slightly.

"This is one reason why not to call James Bond a stupid movie," Blowhole grinned. "That movie has inspired my new plan to eradicate those pen-gu-ins. I have hacked into the system and found out that the pen-gu-ins are working for a secret spy agency and are on my trail. So I have decided for you to join the pen-gu-ins and spy for me. Any questions so far?"

Savio raised a hand. "Uh, what's 'eradicate'?"

Blowhole adjusted his mechanical eye. "To completely get rid of something."

Savio lowered his hand, then raised it again. "Who's the 'penguins'?"

Blowhole ran a hand through his pale blonde hair. "The code name for Enzo Skipper and his pet crew. Any other questions about my statement?"

Hans's back clicked as he straightened it. "What's the plan?" he asked. "I want to get some rest asap."

Blowhole rubbed his hands gleefully. "I was waiting for that," he grinned and turned back to his computer. "You will join the pen-gu-ins as a secret agent, do missions with them and report to me of any sudden moves coming my way, and possibly classified information. My old chum Skipper may not be willing to tell you, so ask his partners instead. Manfreedy and Johnson, two easy going and naive guys. Exploit the weaknesses of Skipper and the secret agency, that is your main objective. It may take a while, but then again they would take a long while to find me. Any questions?"

Savio raised his hand slowly. "What's 'exploit'?"

Hans folded his arms. "Were you talking to the halfwit or me?"

Blowhole rolled his eyes. Cousins Hans and Savio, two opposite personalities with different skills. Both Hans and Savio were skilled at martial arts, but Hans was the smarter one while his cousin's reflexes were somewhat faster than Hans. Savio was always the slower one, mentally speaking. "Exploit is to get something to give yourself an advantage. And I'm sending you, Hans. What kind of question is that? We wouldn't want that halfwit to be messing up, would we?"

Hans tilted his head back and smiled. He heard Savio ask meekly, "Who's the halfwit we're talking about?"

Blowhole rubbed his eye. "Never mind, Savio. Go get Doris, would you?" Savio nodded and went off while Hans stepped forward.

"It's funny, I find," Hans said, "that you get inspiration from a movie. An old movie at that."

"It's an old one but a good one," Blowhole snapped. "First of all, you need an undercover name. James?"

Hans rubbed his chin. "James Hans? Isn't that taking the Bond thing a bit too far?"

Blowhole clapped his hand. "It sounds nice. Not as nice as Bond, but it sounds nice and suave."

"I am suave without adding James to my name," Hans snorted.

Blowhole coughed. "Yes yes, always having a way with the ladies. But you need to have an undercover name, Hans. Or should I say, James?" Hans groaned.

"Hans... James Hans," Blowhole continued. "How does that sound?"

"It sounds like a rip-off," Hans said drily.

Blowhole scowled. "I'm not forcing you to do this, you know. I can always get that halfwit to do it."

Hans actually stamped his foot. "You can't do that! He's an airhead. Savio can't do this sort of thing! He'll be spouting more secrets than he gathers."

Blowhole shook his head slowly. "Such hurting words towards your cousin, Hans." He turned back to his computer while Hans pulled himself a chair and said, "Very well, Dr mammal fish. Only because of the halfwit."

"Don't call me that! My name is Blowhole but I am not a dolphin!" Blowhole said and he pounded his desk. Hans shrugged as the door slid open and Doris stepped in. The slim Asian lady had large brown eyes and straight dark brown hair tied up in a ponytail. She was wearing a grey top and a blue pencil skirt. "Blowhole? You called me?" she asked.

"Yes. Get me some breakfast, would you?" Blowhole said without looking up.

Hans raised a finger. "One cuppacino for me."

Doris winked at Hans and left. Hans inclined his head once more, closing his eyes. Sure, he was sent on many missions to get top secret gadgets and whatnots, but that was because he was dealing with girls. Girls who were giggling in his arms and spouting secret passcodes like a tap gushes water. But this... James Hans? Seriously?

"I just we'll have to tweak it a bit. I do have gadgets for you, James," Blowhole said and sank back into his modified wheelchair with only one wheel and many stabalisers. "We'll get you an old fashioned gun with my touch of hi tech death gizmos, couple of bottles of

everyday stuff with stuff like acid in them, uh... Sunglasses cum spy glasses? How about that, Hans? Hans?"

Blowhole looked back and found that Hans fell asleep on the couch. "We shall talk about it when you are feeling less sleepy... And when you get your cuppacino."

"Doris, please wake up our dear Hans please," Blowhole said as he picked at his food. "What is this? Muck?"

"You're repeating yourself," Doris said stiffly. "And you told me to make you breakfast. This is cereal in milk. Your breakfast. Eat and shut up."

"Being my junior you are mean," Blowhole muttered.

Doris scowled and wished that she had given him sour milk instead. They met in school when the seniors had to show the juniors around the school. Blowhole sort of fell for Doris, and they kept in touch. Though Blowhole did admit his infatuation, he would say he got over Doris already so shut up before I vaporize you, Red one. She tapped Hans on the shoulder with two slender fingers. "Get up, James. Your cappuccino is getting cold."

Hans rubbed his eyes. "Not you too," he muttered as he stretched, hitting Blowhole. "Now what?"

Blowhole was delighted that Hans was awake and got up, leaving his soggy breakfast. "Right, agent James. I shall brief you on what your gadgets do before I drop you off in enemy territory."

Doris sat on the arm of the couch while Hans sipped his cappuccino. "I thought it was agent Hans?" he said, raking his fingers through spiky jet black hair.

"Whatever. Now would you please look at this," Blowhole said as he picked up something black from his rack. "A pea-shooter?" Hans yawned. "Of all fancy gadgets in the world?" Doris giggled behind her hand.

One reason why Blowhole liked Savio better was because he had no smarting remarks, but he burned out his patience faster. Still, they were his best agents, the rest dumb enough to activate his colouring gun in the laundry room, thus the labels "Red one" to his minions. "A normal pea-shooter, you may say," he said, forcing himself not to show his ugly side to Doris. "Normal, with a laser cum light sabre set into it and a holographic projection of a fish."

Hans set his cup down at the mention of light sabres. "Where is this wonder gun?" he asked gleefully. A light sabre. He always wanted that. Cool and dangerous and deadly. Like him.

He picked up the sleek black weapon. "May I test it?" he asked, checking it. He opened the handle and turned the knob from "gun" to "light sabre". He pulled the trigger and a beam of red light shot out from the muzzle. He waved it around, fencing with the air. Blowhole nodded nervously. "Ah... Could you stop that before you break anything?"

Hans switched the mode. "Fish mode?" Hans said as he looked at Blowhole. "Really, mammal fish?"

Hans switched to fish mode and the gun turned into a fish once he pulled the trigger. "Is this going to help me?"

Blowhole was trying not to laugh at the sight of Hans with a fish in his hand. "Ah... No... But seeing as you'll be having that for a while, that's for calling me Dr mammal fish," he said and burst out laughing. Hans scowled and turned it back into a gun.

Blowhole stopped laughing as Doris raised her eyebrow. He coughed. "Ahem. As I was saying, other than the gun I will be giving you this." Hans took the watch from Blowhole and tried it on. "It has a mini computer if you touch the screen thrice. From there you would be able to contact me, access the Internet, activate sleeping gas, truth syrup, mini laser etcetera, etcetera."

"Is that all?"

Blowhole plucked sunglasses from the rack. "Let me guess. Spy glasses," Hans guessed. Blowhole put it over his eyes, which was hard fitting it over his mechanical eye, and pressed something at the side. "Ultra-red, ultra-violet, x-Ray, sunglasses and many others."

Hans tried it on and Doris clapped her hands. "Now what?" he asked. Blowhole turned back to his computer. "What do you think?"