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Chapter 13

"So let me get this straight," The Cap'n said as he pointed his cane at the three who were now sitting on the floor listening to the Cap'n, "You all had done this just because you lassies wanted to get with Agent 3?" That was a crude way of saying it but it was technically true.

The three nodded their heads and the Cap'n shook his head in disappointment.

"I'm disappointed with you Marie, you were supposed to be the mature one, but instead you used NSS resources to use on something as simple as this."

The Cap'n was obviously talking about how Marie had used the tracker to track Agent 3 and 4 but in Marie's case it wasn't really being used that much. "W-well yes, but!" Marie tried to reason but was cut off by the Cap'n.

"No buts! you are all adults now, and not to mention agents of the Squidbeak Splatoon." The Cap'n huffed, "You should be able to sort this stuff without any underhanded techniques. I had disturbed Agent 8 on her supposed rehabilitation into inkopolis, just because I had thought Agent 3 was in trouble."

The Cap'n sighed and sat down on Marie's bed. "Listen here, I won't be here forever telling you kids on how to live your life but you must know things like these can have other solutions than making a commotion in Wahoo World."

"Do you guys know how many favors I had to pull in just so you won't get taken by the police?" he informed them.

The three just looked down on the floor.

"W-we're sorry Cap'n." Agent 4 apologized, she's never seen the Cap'n like this before, he was usually laid back and always sleeping from the few times she had seen him in the Cabin after they've returned from the Metro.

The Cap'n nodded seemingly accepting the apology, "Well said, but it sure is a surprise for you three to have taken a liking to Agent 3, but I suppose you could have chosen worse." It's not as if he's saying Agent 3 is a bad match for his grandchildren, cods no!, Agent 3 was the sort of man he actually liked to be with his grandchildren. "But you all need to sort this out without the squidnapping and disrupting the peace thingy alright?"

"So... this means that we'll have to share Three right?" Callie suddenly spoke up from her silence, The others in the room was taken aback by what she said, "I'll be the first wife then!"

"What?!" The three blurted out.

"T-that doesn't even come close to what I said, were you even listening?" the Cap'n said, had what he said implied that? He was sure it didn't.

"You wish!" Agent 4 exclaimed, "I don't think Agent 3 likes a wife with personality disorder, and you we're all set with having Three for yourself earlier what happened to that!?"

"Exactly, That is why instead of you problematic girls, you should let me have Three instead." Marie spoke up, "You two are no match, and I'm pretty sure I'm in the lead right now." Marie said as she licked her lips and gave them both a smug smile.

This started a whole new argument of who is better for Agent 3, while this was happening the Cap'n is just sitting there frozen looking at the situation in front of him as a bead of sweat rolled own his head wondering where he went wrong in raising his two grandkids.

He put a hand on his head to ease the coming headache, "This is more problematic than I had thought." he said and internally apologizing to Agent 3 for possibly worsening the situation.

"I'll never agree to a rap battle that long again." groaned Agent 3 as he looked around the soundproof studio, a jumble of guitars and wires covered the floor, Marina fell asleep while sitting on one of the chairs and Pearl was just lying on the carpeted floor.

The supposed rap battle really turned out to be a 8 hour non-stop rap battle with no breaks thanks to Pearl and Marina, It was only stopped when Agent 3 insisted that they'll continue at another time because they needed sleep in which the duo happily accepted. They couldn't be blamed fully though, he really enjoyed it, something about making music just makes him feel at ease. An hour in towards their session he was actually enjoying making music with Pearl and Marina they had a couple of demos made in a short amount of time. Not to mention he had a lot of helpful tips from Pearl and Marina on how to improve his music.

It wasn't so bad after all, he thought, he might think about going full time but that's a thought for another day, he then patted down his sweatshirt in which he changed into before he had joined the pop-star duo in the recording room, and went down to the living room to find Agent 8 sitting already in the couch, her head was bobbing up and down.

It seemed as if she was still half-asleep, Agent 3 concluded that Agent 8 was just not a morning person.

She was wearing an over sized t-shirt that was barely holding on to her shoulders and it was so big that the hem of the shirt almost reached her knees. Agent 3 didn't know if she was wearing anything under all that but he thought it would be better if he didn't know.

Why the heck are the girls I know so defenseless?, thought Agent 3 as he let out a tired sigh, he then tapped her shoulder to get her attention.

"Mornin Eight." he said as he shook her awake and gave her a small smile.

"Huh?" was the groggy response, she turned to Agent 3 with half-lidded eyes and a tilted head, It took a few moments for her vision to straighten out and finally give Agent 3 a greeting back.

"Seems like you're not much of a morning person." he chuckled, Agent 3 then gave her a head pat, "I'll make you some coffee, that always helps me wake up."

"Hn." she grunted out as she fell back onto the couch.

Agent 3 chuckled again, it was kind of amusing seeing the always punctual Agent 8 acting like this. She was always the soldier type beside the Cap'n. It must've been because of her octarian upbringing, but still it's great that she's showing more and more of this side of her personality.

He brought that thought to the back of his mind and headed towards the kitchen, he was still in awe of the sheer size of each of the rooms in Pearl's mansion. Just the kitchen was as big as his apartment. he wondered if the size is because Pearl is compensating for something? his mind immediately went to Pearl's height.

He shook his head, that was a bit rude of him to think of that. He then went ahead to look in the cupboards to find something to cook for his current caretakers, just because they've been really helpful yesterday and it was kind of his way of saying thanks.

He opened the cupboards and immediately he was met with a stack of pancake mix.

"What the?" he mumbled, "Why the heck is there only pancake mix here? and why so much of it?" he then opened another cupboard that was next to the one he had already opened.

He was met with a another cupboard full of waffle mix. His eyebrow slightly rose.

"Why the heck is there so much pancake and waffle mix here?"

He sure got his work cut out for him, surely he couldn't use only these for breakfast for them, he then opened the fridge to check for anything else but was shocked to find it fulled to the brim with bottled orange juice.

Do they even do their groceries?, Agent 3 thought, he guessed that being this rich you could always order your own food and not have to worry about groceries.

"I guess I'll just make some pancakes and waffles for them." mumbled Agent 3 as he got to work.

It didn't take long for them to cook, and by then Agent 8 was up and about, still groggy but aware enough that she wouldn't fall down on the floor.

"Come here Eight," as he prepared a plate for her, "Consider this thanks for saving me yesterday."

Agent 8 stretched her arms, "It was no problem for me, you had saved us before from the blender when we were in the metro."

Agent 3 chucked, "It was just a stroke of luck that I had managed to pick up a CQ-80 that was working." his voice then took a somber tone, "I'm sorry, I should've met up with you guys earlier the metro was a literal maze."

She put her hand on his shoulder and gave him a smile, "Do not worry, you still made your way towards us and still managed to save us just in time."

"But I got brainwashed too and attacked you!" exclaimed Agent 3, "I still can't believe I got caught off guard by that thing."

"It is of no bother to me, you were not yourself."

"Nothing really bothers you huh?" chuckled Agent 3, "Next time it wont happen again, I promise." he said as he gave her a bright smile.

Agent 8 replied back by giving a smile of her own, and then turning her attention to the plate of pancakes and waffles beside her and immediately devoured them.

What a way to ruin the mood, he thought but Agent 3 didn't mind, he understood why Agent 8 did it. Being able to only eat protein bars and suddenly switching to actual food with actual flavor? he was sure he would've done the same.

Come to think of it she still hasn't tried one of Crusty Sean's creations, he'll be sure to take her to try some one of these days.

"More please!" Agent 8 said as she handed Agent 3 her now clean plate.

"Alright, theres more where that came from." He wasn't even joking, there was literally a cupboard full of them, he was sure Pearl and Marina wouldn't mind.

Pearl woke up to something smelling good inside the mansion, she sat up and sniffed the air for a few moments before her eyes went wide and immediately stood up and headed towards Marina who was still sleeping in her chair and shook her awake.

"five more minutes..." groaned Marina, but unfortunately for her this only prompted Pearl to shake her harder.

"Come on! I think someone's cooking downstairs and it smells really good!"

Marina finally sat up and turned to look at Pearl "Impossible Pearlie, none of us in this mansion knows how to cook, we nearly burned down the mansion when we had that Waffle vs. Pancake splatfest."

Marina wouldn't admit it to other people but she actually had poor cooking skills, the same with Pearl because Pearl was always ordering food, it was just because she was lazy and unmotivated to learn how to cook, even if it was as simple as a pancake that she loved so much. Marina just never had the time to properly learn how to cook because of being in charge of some of the stages during splatfest and with the news even though she should have.

"Hey, I know how to cook!" said Pearl as she crossed her arms and puffed her cheeks, "Everyone knows that when you set the heat up to high that you'll cook em much faster!"

Marina just gave friend a blank look.

"Yeah Pearl, no."

Pearl in response just blew her a raspberry.

Marina looked around and saw no sign of Agent 3, "Three's not here, that means he must be the one cooking." she then grimaced as she looked around the studio, "We really messed this room up."

"Who cares? We made some sick tracks we can release now!" giggled Pearl and then gave Marina a peace sign as she picked up the laptop that was laying on the desk that was containing the demos they had made with Three. "I have a feeling it's gonna be a huge hit with DJ SANGO being featured of course!" she said as she started to put the tracks into the upload box.

Marina shook her head, "Maybe if Three gives us his permission." She had taken the laptop away from Pearl "And please do be careful I don't want you destroying another laptop", she didn't know why Agent 3 was so against popularity, she just couldn't wrap her head around it what kind of squid in inkopolis wouldn't want to be famous? "For now let's go downstairs and have some breakfast yes?"

Pearl was already out the room when Marina said breakfast.

"Last one there is a nasty squid!" Pearl's voice trailed off as she ran full speed downstairs to the kitchen.

"Hey, Pearlie wait up!" Marina said, as she set the laptop down on her seat and gave chase, what she had forgotten though in her hurry was to cancel the upload that Pearl started earlier.

It was either going to be a blessing or curse for the unknowing agent that was currently downstairs who was watching Agent 8 eat like there was no tomorrow.

4/14/2019

Just the usual stuff, with this being posted I've caught the story up with what drafts I've written on my docs, also sorry for those anonymous reviews I can't reply to you.

Didn't have someone else proofread (I had to reread this fifteen times, and I still think there are mistakes where I didn't look close enough.) so the pacing might be a little different.

So please, review and tell me if you see any discrepancies I might have missed out on writing.