Chapter Seven- Traitors

Dib walked the lonely street cautiously, every now and then looking over his shoulder. His coat collar remained flipped up over her face and he would occasionally pull his hat down. His file folder sat snuggly against his chest beneath the coat. No matter what, he had to make sure no one recognized him. But in this neighborhood, it wouldn't be much of a problem. There were only a handful of streetwalkers about and no one really seemed to care who he was or what he was doing.

He quickly turned a corner into a dark alley. He knew the path too well. He had been taking it about three times a week for the past two years. So it had pretty much been burned into his psyche. He went up to an old, worn door, looking over his shoulder once more. He whispered the secret knock as he struck the door lightly.

"Shave and a haircut… two bits."

A tiny slot in the door opened to reveal a set of large blue eyes with very feminine eyelashes.

"What's the password," a shrill voice asked.

Dib cleared his throat once. "I'll have a double Krabby Patty with cheese, hold the cheese."

The eyes squinted. "Hold the cheese?"

Dib nodded.

The door slid open quickly as a yellow hand reached out and grabbed Dib by the front of his coat. Before he could say anything, he was roughly jerked inside the entryway and the door slammed behind him.

The short, yellow figure put a finger to his earpiece and spoke into his microphone. "Mothman has arrived."

Dib straightened his coat indignantly as he waited for clearance. "I told you, Spongebob. Easy on the threads."

"No problem, Boss. You best get downstairs. The others are waiting for you," he said, smiling a little. Spongebob had only recently gotten his job as doorman as was still quite happy with himself.

Dib nodded to him and proceeded down the semi-dark flight of stairs. As he neared the bottom, he could hear the familiar sounds of his fellow members as they socialized before the meeting.

He looked inside the crowded room when he reached the bottom. He scanned the room with his eyes, taking in the activity. About twenty-five of the members were there, not including the five lookouts at all the entrances and exits. They sat at various tables, busying themselves with one task or another. This was the norm before the leaders began each meeting. It was actually good for the group mentality. This way, everyone got to know each other so closely that they were practically all family.

Dib looked over at the dessert table.

"Oh yes, Muriel's chocolate pie," he said to himself. He made his way over to the table, greeting his fellow members as he walked by. At one table sat a unique set of characters known as the Foster's Gang. Mac, Frankie, Wilt, Eduardo, and Coco joined the alliance shortly after Madame Foster was imprisoned and executed for housing traitors to the crown. They made a proficient team and were always seen as important members, particularly Mac and Frankie.

The Jellies sat at another table, playing Go Fish. Of all the members, they always seemed to be the most positive. Lazlo was a never-ending fountain of optimism and his good moods always spread to Raj and Clam. Though they were a silly bunch, they were still vital to the group morale. And it always helped to have three animal-tongues on call.

Timmy Turner, or the God-Kid, as some called him, sat casually talking to Sam and Tucker, the former best friends of a certain white-haired phantom. Timmy, now in his twenties, joined Dib's alliance after his fairies were imprisoned by Queen Gaz, while Sam and Tucker joined to get revenge on their traitor of a friend, Danny Phantom.

Dib managed to squeeze through all the tables and chairs, occasionally stopping to say hello to someone. Once he finally made it to the desserts, he was happily greeted again.

"Oh hello, Dib darling," Muriel said from behind the desserts table.

Dib couldn't help but smile at the warm old woman. She treated everyone as her grandchildren, insisting upon making all the food for their gatherings no matter how expensive it had become. And sitting right next to her, also with a benign smile, was Courage, her loyal dog. Though he wasn't as young as he used to be, he was still able to perform insane acts of strength. Also, he still retained his amazing ability to momentarily shape-shift.

"So what might you be interested in having, dear," Muriel asked.

"I could use a nice big slice of chocolate pie, ma'am," he said very politely.

"Well of course. Courage, be a dear and slice off a piece for our leader."

The dog nodded and handed Dib a large serving of pie on a paper plate. Dib thanked the two and headed over towards a familiar table. It was known as the Leader's Corner, for it was reserved for three special members of this strange society.

"Howdy, Dib."

"Hello, Sandy," he replied as he sat down, "Is Double Dee coming?"

"He should be here any moment," she said in her normal Texas accent, "We need to discuss a few things."

"I know."

Dib unzipped his coat and reached inside. He slapped the folder on the table and leaned back in his chair.

Sandy squinted at it. "Is that what I think it is?"

"Yup. The names of Orange's three spies. I finally got my hands on their profiles."

"I find it suspicious that your sister kept their identities a secret from you. Do you think she suspects anything?"

"No, she's just always that way, ever since we were kids. She likes knowing things I don't. It makes her feel smart."

Across the room, a hello was shouted to someone entering the room. Dib and Sandy looked over towards the stairs and saw the third and final leader, Double Dee. He immediately began making his way to the leader's corner, carrying his large tote full of books and papers.

"Hello Sandy, Dib," he said as he sat.

"So what's new in the Land of Black and White," Sandy asked.

"Plenty," he said, taking out a folder of his own. "But I have a very bad feeling that Queen Mandy is on to me. I'm not sure, but I think she threatened me earlier tonight, as if she knew I was up to something."

Sandy and Dib looked at each other with worried glances. "We are running out of time," he said. She nodded in agreement.

"Mandy is not going to attack until the MND catches the Orange spies," Double Dee stated, "Or until Gaz strikes first."

"But Gaz won't strike until after her wedding to Zim," Dib replied, "She needs the full force of the Irken Armada to fight against Mandy's Underworld."

Sandy put a finger to her chin in thought. "When is the wedding?"

"I'm not sure. They keep changing it."

"You'll need to find out as soon as possible," Double Dee said. "By the way, did you get the profiles yet?"

"They're right here," Dib said, sliding the folder towards the other two.

Double Dee picked it up while Sandy scooted towards him so she could read it too. After a few moments of silence, Edd set the folder down, a stern look on his face. "Really?" he asked, as if he couldn't believe it.

Dib smiled and nodded.

Sandy rose from her seat. "Call the meeting… La Resistance has a new mission."


I think my personal favorite aspect of the story is La Resistance. I just like the idea of Nicktoons and Cartoon Cartoons coming together. I'll finish their meeting in the next chapter, so don't worry, you'll be in on everything. Toodles!