Hey readers, just thought I write a story for Fanfiction. Getting back in after a six-year absence and hopefully will complete this story by the end of the year. Anyway, here is the cast list, and I hope you enjoy this story.

Cast:

Leo Howard as Jackson "Jack" Damien Brewer, our hero, 17

Olivia Holt as Kimberly "Kim" "Kimmy" Beulah Crawford, our heroine, 16-17

Mateo Arias as Jerome "Jerry" Cesar Martinez, the sidekick, 17

Grace O'Doherty as Grace "Gracie" Annabel Brewer, the best friend, 16-17

Pretend whoever as Kaleb Brandon Crawford, the overprotective brother, 18-19

Harrison Ford as Branch Rickey Turner, a spy turned principal/owner of Seaford Secret Society of the Development of Espionage Agents, 61

Sterling Beaumon as Arthur Turner, Branch's son, 17

Catherine Zeta-Jones as Marceline "Marcy" Turner, the aunt and wife, 45

Zoey Deutch as Madeline Thompson, Kaleb's heart snatcher, 18

Moe Howard (or Chris Diamantopoulos as Moe Howard), the take-charge dimwit of the servants, 49

Larry Fine (or Sean Hayes as Larry Fine), the somewhat intelligent dimwit, 44

Curly Howard (or Will Sasso as Curly Howard), the man-child dimwit, 43

Shemp Howard (no 2012 equivalent), the laid-back dimwit and phobia-prone older brother of Moe and Curly, 51

Joe Besser (no 2012 equivalent), the winy caretaker and cousin to the Howards, 39

Joe DeRita (no 2012 equivalent) as Curly-Joe DeRita, the calm and relaxed cook and cousin to Joe Besser, 37

Pretend whoever as James Elliot Crawford, the enemy, 61

Dianna Agron as Jeanette Kimberly Crawford (in flashbacks)

Cameos by Rudy Gillespie, Milton Krupnick, Julie Sanders, Helen Howard (Moe's wife), Mabel Fine (Larry's wife), Gertrude Howard (Shemp's wife), Carson Hunter

Now, on with the story.

Chapter One: Getting the Assignment

Jack Brewer, student, hair crazed seventeen years old, and a spy. That's right, a spy. After running away from his dysfunctional home when he was eleven with his cousin Grace, a year younger than him, they've been on the lam going from state to state like hobos from the Great Depression.

Jack still remembered the day that he was brought to this academy. It was the day of his twelfth birthday, and as usually, Grace and he were starving. After wondering the streets of some town called Seaford in California, Jack and Grace found a truck loaded with sweets in several boxes. They went into the bed and began helping themselves. They were halfway through the box when the bed door was closed and drove away. Fearing for their lives, Jack and Grace huddled together, hoping that they would not be sent back to the home they left behind.

After what seemed to be thirty-minutes, the truck stopped and the door was lifted open. Standing right in front of Jack and Grace were three of the strangest looking men they ever met.

The first one on their left was a bald and overweight man wearing a dumb expression on his face that they took as a look of surprise. The guy in the middle had a weird red hairdo and it looked like the front part of his head was balding. The guy on their right wore a mean expression on his face that made his bowl-cut look goofy.

"Ah, wise children eh?" the bowl-cut man said as he sent the other two to grab them. After wrapping their arms around them, Jack and Grace were dragged out of the truck and into the nearby kitchen where the other two sat them down on stools and crowded around their personal spaces.

"So, try to rob us of food?" said the bald guy in a high-pitched voice. "Well we'll show you what we do with robbers." The bald guy stepped away and came back brandishing a shot gun.

Jack and Grace became scared and clung onto each other for dear life.

"What's the madder with you lame brain? These are children!" the bowl-hair man shouted as he grabbed the barrel of the shot gun and used it to hit him on his head.

"Ow…Ow…Ow…oh look!" the bald man explained as the bowl-cut man looked down and saw that the shot gun butt stock now had a fresh dent in it.

"You idiot, now we have to pay to get the gun fixed…oh I'll fixed you," he said as he began to swing the gun again, only for the weird hairdo guy to snatch it away.

"Oh let's just get this over with, they're only kid," he said. This only freaked out Jack and Grace more.

"Oh a wise guy?" the bowl-cut man said as he smashed the gun onto his nose make him cry.

"Oh yeah?" the weird hairdo guy grabbed some powder and three it in his eyes. He and the bald guy began to laugh as the bowl-cut guy wiped the powder off his face.

"You imbeciles," he said as he grabbed the weird hairdo guy by his hair and the bald guy by his nose and led him to what looked like an iron press. He placed their heads onto the bottom before lowering the top, making them scream in pain from the hot plate and steam.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?" a booming yet somewhat quiet voice called out behind a swing door, and in came a man, looking like he is in his mid-fifties, wearing a tattered black fedora, gray overcoat, and had a cigarette in hand.

"Howard, Fine, Howard, what are you doing?" he said.

The bald-guy stepped up and said, "We found these children in the back of the truck eating away at our sweets," but when he turned to where Jack and Grace were sitting, they were not in the stools but were in the pantry eating a box of cracker jacks.

"A fine way to watch thieves," the old guy said as he smacked all three in succession. "Now I will deal with them myself. Moe (the bowl-hair man), take the trash out, Larry (the weird hairdo man) get the rest of the food out of the truck. Curly (the bald man), start making eggs for these children while I talk to them."

"Why should I make eggs for little petty thieves, Mr. Turner?" Curly asked.

Mr. Turner raised an eyebrow before taking his cigarette and stubbing it on his head, making him cry in pain.

"Remember when my father found you, your two brothers, and three cousins on the street eighteen years ago starving?" Mr. Turner said angrily. "He took you all in and when he died, his dying wish was for me to keep you working for our family. Now, I already had to separate Shemp, Joe, and Curly-Joe to keep insurance down; don't make me take away Moe and Larry," and he pushed Curly to the stove where he put his hand on a heating coil that was somehow on and burned himself.

"And start those eggs!" he screamed at him. He then turned to face Jack and Grace, still eating away at the cracker jacks but still scared.

Suddenly, Mr. Turner's demeanor changed and for the better. "Bring them to my office if you want to," he said. Seeing that the man was not going to bring all hell down on them, Jack and Grace followed him.

And the rest was history.

Instead of having them thrown into juvenile hall, Mr. Turner had them tested and when he saw that they both are pretty strong for one-year runaways, he immediately had them initiated into his academy, the Seaford Secret Society of Development of Espionage Agents. Over the next five years, Jack and Grace rose quickly through the ranks of the academy and now, at seventeen and sixteen, Jack and Grace were at Level 9 of the Academy, with Grace being the youngest of the female spies to be in Level 9, and even more, they were basically two levels below Level 11, which was held by only one person, the academy dean, Branch Rickey Turner.

Back in Jack's room, he was throwing a football into the air while listening to One Republic when all of a sudden, his stomach began to grumble. Sighing, he got up and made his way from the main building to the Turner house. Even though he was not allowed their most of the time, he usually went to the kitchen where his three favorite people lived. And by favorite, he means his favorite people who are not spies, who are still connected to the real world as normal people, well normal for grown-up imbeciles, as Mr. Turner usually says.

"Hey, here are my three favorite stooges," Jack said as he approached the three servants/cooks.

"Hello Jack…hello Jack…hello Jack…" they said in harmony before saying together, "Hello."

Jack laughed; he always liked these three guys even though they almost blew his brains out when they found them and Grace, who usually cannot stand them.

"So Jack, what would it be today?" Moe asked, "Hamburger, hot dog, crispy chicken, want us to walk to a Carl's Jr. and get you somethin' there?"

"Hey, wait a minute, I object," Curly said in his high-pitched voice that Jack noticed has been slightly decreasing over the half-decade.

"What is it?" Moe asked in a slight anger voice.

"There's nothing wrong with my cookin' at all," Curly told his older brother. "Why just yesterday, I found a cat on the street squished to bits and I brought him back to put in yesterday's surprise soup."

Moe nodded before doing a double take. "You idiot, everyone thought the sup tasted good yesterday and now Mr. Turner wants it regularly," he shouted at him. He began his series of punches and slaps all over Curly from the head down.

"Hey, what is this, I'm a citizen!" Curly shouted through groans. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing," Moe told him as he grabbed his nose with his left hand and slapped it with his right hand. "Ow," Curly cried holding his now.

"Why you…" Moe went to poke his eyes only for Curly to block him with his right hand.

"Nyuk, Nyuk, Nyuk," Curly laughed before Moe took both his index fingers and poked his eyes.

"Ow…Hmmm!" Curly raised his fist but Moe beat him by hitting his head with a spoon.

"I'll moider ya!" Moe said. "Now get out into town and find another dead cat!"

"Nyahh-ahhh-ahh!" Curly screamed as he fled Moe's anger, grabbing his coat in the process, despite the fact that it was the first week of July in Central California.

Moe looked back and saw Jack just standing there saying nothing.

"Oh don't worry about it kid," he told him. "I was just sending him on his way to punish him. But don't worry, we won't be serving cat soup anytime; I promise."

"Don't worry about it Moe…on second thought, don't let it happen again," Jack said. "But anyway, can I just get some jerky, and I'll be on my way.

"Okay…Larry…" Moe began but when he spotted Larry, he was fast asleep over the sink with the hot water running. Moe dipped a pot into the flowing water and dumped it onto Larry, who screams in pain upon contact with the hot water.

"Moe, why did you do that for?" Larry asked him.

"Because you were wasting water that's why," Moe said before pulling some of his hair out of his scalp. "Now, get Jack some jerky before I moider you and make it look like a disappearance."

"I'll get it when I'm good and ready," Larry said defying Moe.

Moe waited for a few seconds before responding, "Are you ready?"

"Yeah I'm ready," Larry said back as he walked over to the pantry and handed Jack some jerky.

"Thanks guys," Jack as he began to walk out again. "Oh, by the way Moe, take it easy on Curly, he's just doing his job."

Moe smiled as he waved goodbye to Jack who walked out and began making his way back to his dorm room when his roommate and fellow Level 9 spy, Jerry Martinez approached him.

"Yo Jack," Jerry addressed him. "Just got a call from Mr. Turner; he wants us to meet him in his office ASAP."

Jack looked at his watch to check the time; it was about twelve in the afternoon. Usually Mr. Turner would not call for his spies at this time during the summer, especially since at the academy they have to attend classes and training in the month of July through early August.

"This must be important if he's calling for us at this time," Jack said as they turned back and walked to the main entrance, where the bodyguard, Joan was standing.

"Sorry, but you know the rules, no one comes in here without permission," Joan told them.

"Joan, we got a text from Mr. Turner telling us to meet him here," Jack told her as he grabbed Jerry's phone and showed her the text.

"Alright, move along," she told them. Jack and Jerry made their way into the house. Though they don't come here often, they know their way to Mr. Turner's office, which is on the second floor in the first set of double doors. Jack quickly knocked on the door.

"Come on in," he heard the familiar booming but dignified voice.

Jack opened one of the doors and he and Jerry walked into the office. They see their boss, Mr. Turner, sitting behind his huge desk reading a newspaper while smoking a Lucky Strike. When Mr. Turner looked up and see that it was two of his teenage spies, he immediately put out his cigarette in the ashtray and then opened a window to let the secondhand smoke escape, putting up a fan to speed up the process.

"Jack, Jerry, take a seat…go on sit down," he said, pointing to the two chairs in front of his desk. Jack and Jerry slowly sat down in the two chairs.

"Okay, now that everyone is here, we can start the meeting…" he stopped talking when he sees them looking quite confused.

"Jack, Jerry, what is wrong?" he asked.

"Is it only the 3 of us in this meeting?" Jack asked. "Normally you have most of the spies listening in as well or at least have Joan or in pressing situations, Moe, Larry, and or Curly present."

"Not today…" he stopped talking in order to cough out the byproducts from his unfiltered cigarettes circulating in his lungs. "This meeting is very important, at least to me…so the imbeciles are definitely out. I need my best spies here, so not even my own son is here."

Mr. Turner had a son, Arthur, who is around Jerry and Jack's age. Unfortunately, by being the son of the great spy Branch Turner, he acts like he is better than any of the spies in the academy. However, Jack and Jerry are not surprised he's here since he is not a very good spy. He is only at Level 3 while Jerry and Jack are in Level 9. For Jack and Jerry, they think the only reason Arthur is actually in the academy is because he is related to Mr. Turner.

"As I was saying before, I need my best spies in this meeting and that is clearly you 2; Grace I know is also among the best but I've decided to leave out of this matter," he said, as he opened his drawer and collected up a small brown file labelled "Kimberly Crawford". He passed it to them so they could read the folder's contents.

Full Name: Kimberly Beulah Crawford

Age: 16

DOB: August 5th 1997

Appearance: Blonde hair, brown eyes, 5ft 4, small scar on left cheek.

Family: Mother- Jeanette Kimberly Crawford (deceased), Father- James Elliot Crawford, Brother Kaleb Brandon Crawford.

A small photo fell out of the bottom of the file to Jack's foot, and he picked it up and looked at it.

Kimberly was a beautiful girl. She has an adorable smile and chocolate colored eyes you could get lost in.

There were a few pages full of writing about her, but they skimmed through them quickly. Jack looked up at Jerry to see if he was just as confused as he was. He was basically mirroring his expression.

"Sir, um…why are we reading about a teenage girl?" Jerry asked.

"Because, boys, this is the mission I want done," Mr. Turner said as he took out another cigarette from his humidor. "I want you to kidnap Kimberly Crawford."

Jack and Jerry both looked shocked.

Well there you go, chapter one. If any one of you wonders if this story is going to be similar to Captured and Love, don't worry, I talked to author and she said it fine. Plus, by adding the Three Stooges, I get to add my personal touch to the story, so hopefully by doing this; I might be able to deviate from word to word duplication. Enjoy the story.