Happy Times
Brittney was stomping her way back to her hotel, frustrated and tired after a day of training.
"As cool as spy work is, I can do without these early morning training sessions," Brittney mumbled to herself before she opened the door to her apartment building. However, when Brittney got into her apartment, she was immediately sprayed in the face with an unknown substance.
"ACK! WHAT THE…!?" Brittney yelled as she started stumbling around with her hands on his face, with a woman with pale skin and a black fur jacket standing in the middle of her living room. This woman was Miss. Vanity, a former model who turned into a villain whose main weapon of choice was makeup.
"I hope you enjoyed your free sample of my makeup, darling," Vanity mocked, as Brittney took her hands off of her face to look at the woman mocking her, revealing that the corners of her mouth were turning upwards, forming a smile. When Brittney's smile got as big as it could, Brittney felt her face and glared at Vanity. Well…tried to.
"What did you do to me!?" Brittney yelled, before grabbing Miss. Vanity by the front of her jacket. Miss. Vanity laughed in Brittney's face before running a finger on her smiling face.
"What did I do? Why I made you look better. You have a beautiful smile, almost as beautiful as this one redhead I met in France," Miss. Vanity responded, getting a little warm remembering her meeting with the spies, specifically Sam.
"Get this makeup off!" Brittney yelled with the wide smile still prominent on her face, disregarding the odd statement Vanity just told her.
"Why on Earth would I do that? Now that I know my makeup still works, I'm going to continue my plan of making everyone on Earth wear my makeup!" Vanity exclaimed, before grabbing Brittney's arm, and judo tossing her onto the floor. "Now why don't you be a good girl and keep that makeup on your beautiful face," Vanity said before Brittney grabbed Vanity's legs and tripped her. Vanity landed on the floor back first, allowing Brittney to get up and grab the makeup spray from Vanity.
"I don't think so crazy!" Brittney yelled before putting the spray on a nearby nightstand and started trading punches with Vanity once she got back on her feet. Vanity was able to take advantage with a knee to the gut and went to reach for the spray. However, Brittney grabbed Vanity in a Heimlich position and suplexed her onto the floor. Vanity, grabbing her neck in pain, was still able to get back on her feet and tackle Brittney to the ground, preventing her from reaching the spray.
"I don't know why you don't want to accept my makeover. You look like you could be as good a model as I was," Vanity wondered out loud, as she was pushing Brittney's head onto the wooden floor. Brittney, rather than respond, grabbed Vanity's hair and pushed her off of her before grabbing her in a bearhug and tackling her into the wall, sending pieces crashing onto the both of them.
"I don't care about what your makeover does! You're going to pay for attacking me!" Brittney yelled before pushing Vanity off of her, turning her around. While Vanity was briefly distracted, Brittney hit a final knock out chop to the back of the neck, sending Vanity falling face first onto the floor. Before Brittney could do anything else, three WOOHP agents in suits and ties stormed Brittney's apartment and put Brittney in handcuffs.
"Well Brittney, I see you're quite happy to see us," Jerry said, as he started coming up the stairs.
"Oh ha ha, Jerry," Brittney mumbled, rolling her eyes at Jerry's lame joke.
"Anyway, well done on taking down Miss. Vanity, Brittney. We'll take it from here," Jerry said from her door, as a few of the agents grabbed a still unconscious Vanity and put her in handcuffs before spraying Brittney with a bottle of purple liquid. Soon after, the seemingly permanent smile on her face disappeared, as Brittney was able to move her face again.
"Thanks Jerry, and GOD my face hurts," Brittney responded, while she was rubbing her throbbing cheeks.
"No problem, Brittney. We'll take Vanity back to the WOOHP prison cell, and we'll let you relax," Jerry explained as she shook her hand and left with the other spies who were dragging a bloody and semi-conscious Vanity along with them. When they left, Brittney sighed and flopped down on her couch face first, shortly afterwards, she fell asleep.