Author's Note: I meant to get this done sooner, but I kind of got hit by some writer's block and all that. Anyway, I hope you can have fun with this new chapter.

Earth-209219

The Central American island of Isla Necrófago

From high above in the vibrant blue sky, Isla Necrofágo looked like a gorgeous painting brought to life; a speck of vibrant green that stood out from the ocean waters that surrounded it. This sight is what could be seen through the windows of a small luxury helicopter hovering above the island, as the aircraft's autopilot brought it closer and closer as they prepared for its scheduled descent to the ground. Though there was no actual human pilot for this flight, said person was not alone. Not far behind sat two individuals in nice black suits, both male. One was a short, slightly scrawny white man who appeared to be in his twenties. He had short and wavy dark brown hair and blue eyes. The other was a significantly taller black man who looked to be twice as old as the other. He had very shortly cut black hair and a thin goatee beard. The two were discussing their current predicament as they gazed down at Isla Necrófago.

"Y'know, Walter, I've been to basically every country in the world at least once, but never this place." the older man told the other.

"Really now?" the younger man, Walter, asked incredulously. "Don't tell me the infamous Lance Sterling doesn't know what we're getting into."

"Neither of us know exactly what we're dealing with." Lance responded, playfully punching Walter's arm. "All Jenkins knows is that Haim, the guy who runs this place, is up to something big and bad."

"Just because something is 'big' doesn't mean it has to be 'bad'." Walter commented.

"She knows that, but this guy is a reclusive billionaire and several of his guests here for this party of his aren't exactly good hearted philanthropists, if you get my meaning. You may want to take another look at the H.T.U.V. file we have on him." Lance recommended as he leaned back in his chair.

Walter shrugged, took out a handheld device he had been keeping in his suit pocket, searched for the file on the secure database of the organization called the H.T.U.V., and began to read a file titled 'Subject: Haim, Yonatan G.'.

"Hmm, alright...born in Israel...divorced two times…" Walter spoke under his breath as he read, "...infrequently donates money to various political campaigns all over the spectrum and...that's about it. Oh, and he can play the sousaphone."

"I'm sure that last part will be very important." Lance sarcastically said.

"For sure." Walter chuckled.

Lance smiled.

"The autopilot should be landing us down there in about four minutes." Walter exposited.

Lance and Walter sat back took in the beauty of the island as the H.T.U.V. helicopter descended towards the island. It landed on a landing pad where a few spiffily attired attendants were waiting nearby in wait. As soon as Walter opened the door to exit and set foot on the ground, the three attendants paced up.

"May I take your bags, sir?" one of the attendants politely asked.

Both Walter and Lance stepped out onto the ground before answering.

"Actually…" Lance began to answer.

"We've no bags to take, mate." Walter cut him off, suddenly affecting a rather mediocre Australian accent.

Lance became noticeably confused by this, but decided to give Walter the benefit of the doubt. Sure, faking being an Australian was silly, but Walter could prove to be better at it than he was expecting.

"Crikey! This island here sure is different from the bush!" Walter exclaimed.

Lance had to fight himself to not overreact to this.

"Please don't say 'shrimp on the barbie'...please don't say it…" Lance whispered to himself.

"Could any of you larrikins fetch me a nice cool Foster's?" Walter requested. "I always get one at Outback Steakhouse!"

The attendants all gasped in shock.

"No real Aussie actually likes Outback Steakhouse!" one of them shouted.

"And nobody actually likes Foster's that much! He's an imposter!" another of the trio of attendants proclaimed.

The third attendant pulled out a handgun and pointed it at the two spies. Where she was actually keeping it on her body was a mystery no one had the time to solve.

"Mr. Haim isn't fond of liars who aren't elected officials! Now you die! ...Any last words?" she rhetorically asked.

"Just two; knockout gas." Lance answered with a coy wink.

"Say what now?" the gun wielding attendant asked.

Walter then pressed a button on the wristwatch he was wearing. Purple smoke then shot out from it, directly at the three attendants.

"That's four words." one of the two male attendants complained.

Within moments, the gas caused all three of them to lose consciousness and fall over. Lance quickly began dragging them into the helicopter.

"I must say that I'm stoked to see you aren't a bludger!" Walter complimented him, still attempting and failing to sound like a real Australian.

"Cut that out!" Lance snapped as he finished putting the knocked out attendants into the helicopter. "That little Hollywood cartoon Aussie stereotype stunt completely blew our cover! "

"I thought an accent would help! Was it really that bad?" Walter asked.

"Yes, it really was." Lance bluntly confirmed. "It made me almost wish I got turned to dust again. If you had to do one, couldn't you have gone with something a little less goofy, like an English accent?"

Walter snorted and laughed.

"Sorry, Lance, but could you ever imagine me being a Brit? No way would anyone fall for that. I'm 100% American, baby!" Walter announced.

The sound of a slow clap could then be heard.

"Even I could've come to that conclusion, my little peanut." a man spoke.

Lance and Walter turned towards some nearby trees over in the direction where they had heard both the voice and the clapping had come from. A man with a short white beard emerged from the trees, coming into their view. He had a somewhat portly build and was taller than Walter, but shorter than Lance. He was dressed in a white polo shirt, cargo shorts, and sandals, and held a wooden walking cane in his right hand.

"You've made quite the entrance, gentlemen." the man chuckled.

"You're Yonatan Haim!" Walter gasped. "But...why are you out here? Shouldn't you be entertaining the rich guests at your party?"

Haim shook his head and chuckled a bit more.

"I am afraid there's no party. You see, I have suspected that H.T.U.V. has been watching me for a while now. So...I only pretended to be inviting guests here, knowing that if my suspicions were true, they'd send agents here to infiltrate it." Haim explained. "I never even considered that they would send the one and only Lance Sterling to my island abode though! I guess they consider me to be quite important."

"So your employees all knew the truth from the beginning?" Lance questioned.

"Nope, I kept them in the dark." Haim answered. "You see, I didn't want any of them spilling the beans about what was really going on. That 'pretend to be Australian' stunt really was just that bad an idea."

"So you really are cooking up something nasty." Lance said, pointing a finger at Haim.

"We're bringing you in for questioning, Mr. Haim. I wouldn't recommend trying to hurt anyone." Walter confidently suggested.

Lance struck a fighting pose.

"We may be humane now, but that doesn't mean I won't make a move if you try to escape." Lance told him.

Haim rubbed his walking cane and smirked.

"It's funny you should mention 'cooking', Lance Sterling, as it's actually just about feeding time!" Haim shouted.

Haim snapped off the top of his walking cane and threw the broken piece towards the duo of do-gooders. As it flew at them, a green powder began to fall out of the piece of wood. The wood hit Walter's left elbow and bounced off him harmlessly, falling to the ground with a thud. Walter and Lance exchanged bewildered glances with one another.

"Um...that wasn't all that impressive." Lance commented.

"Yeah, was that supposed to hurt me?" Walter questioned. "Because…"

The chunk of wood then exploded into a cloud of more green powder. It got in the faces of the two and they began to cough and cough.

"Lance...I don't feel so good..." Walter struggled to say.

"My...throat…I...can't..." Lance gasped for clean air.

The pair collapsed on the ground. Haim then casually strolled up, with the powder floating around not affecting him the way it was them. He then lifted up the rest of his cane and struck both Lance and Walter directly on their heads. This, combined with the effects of his special powder, was enough to knock the two unconscious.

"You fools really thought you were being clever earlier with that gas, didn't you? Well, how's a taste of your own medicine?" Haim mockingly asked the spies laying at his feet.

Haim then glared at the helicopter and a wicked gleam then appeared in his eyes. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a white pocket lighter that had the letters 'YGH' emblazoned on it in gold. He clicked on it, causing a flame to emerge from the lighter as he walked over to the helicopter. Inside, he saw his employees, still knocked out by Walter's purple knockout gas, laying on the floor of the aircraft.

"You're fired." Haim quipped.

He then threw the lighter onto the bodies of his unconscious employees and just smiled as the flame grew and began to spread over their bodies.

"Time to prepare for dinner." Haim said as he walked away.

The sensation of the fire caused the three attendants to spring up screaming, in both horror and pain.

"What's happening?!" one of them shrieked.

Six more attendants of Haim's then arrived and looked on in horror as the helicopter itself became consumed by the growing flames.

"My god!" one of them cried out in shock.

"Yes, yes. I work in mysterious ways." Haim asked as he walked past the six.

The worried workers all ran to the burning helicopter. Haim grabbed one of them, a curly haired woman, by the shoulder pointed at Lance and Walter over on the ground.

"Put these no-good spies in a cage!" Haim dramatically ordered.

A Short While Later

Darkness. Coldness. These were the words that could best describe the room that Yonatan G. Haim had ordered his new captives to be brought to. It was a large chamber that was located somewhere on the surface of Isla Necrófago. Haim was sitting down on a chair with his legs crossed, sipping out of a glass of white wine, watching as Lance Sterling and Walter Beckett slowly woke up, now in the confines of a massive steel cage meant for dangerous animals, with bars far too close together for any human to squeeze out through.

"Lance?! Wake up, Lance! I need you!" Walter shouted, before jumping up to stand.

"Walter…?" Lance groaned as he slowly stood back up. "Wh...where are we?"

"A cage, you fools." Haim answered.

The two paused and looked around. The room was very poorly lit, with time basically being all they could see other than the cage they were now inside of. Even though it was quite ominous, the two would not let themselves be afraid.

"You must be into some kinky stuff." Lance joked.

Haim genuinely chuckled at that. Walter just glowered at the villain.

"Actually, I am...but not the kind of stuff you're suggesting, Mr. Sterling." Haim responded.

"I need an adult." Walter gagged.

"We are all adults here, little boy!" Haim snapped at him.

"Talk about a contradictory statement." Lance said, showing his growing irritation. "Enough talk. Let us out of here, Haim!"

Haim sat back and sipped his wine. He then snapped his fingers and a series of loud mechanical whirs started up.

"It is quite clear that you wanted to know what I was doing here on Isla Necrófago. Well, I consider myself a good host, and a good host doesn't disappoint." Haim said.

Haim sneered as another cage was lowered down from the shadowy ceiling up above on chains. An animalistic roar could be heard as it moved downwards.

"So you have animals here?" Walter asked.

"Indeed, and a most unusual breed at that. Something very, very rare." Haim answered.

He tossed away his now empty wine glass and it shattered into bits on the floor, just as the cage was set down right next to the one Walter and Lance were in. The two H.T.U.V. agents gasped at what they saw inside. A beastly mammal with orange-brown fur and long, sharp fangs.

"I… I can't believe this!" Walter exclaimed.

"A saber-toothed tiger?! How did you do this?!" Lance yelled, demanding an explanation.

Haim smiled smugly as the smilodon roared once again.

"I've been waiting a long, long, long time to show him off. I call him Denis Leary. What do you think, gentleman?" Haim asked.

"I think that this has to be a trick! Some poor animal made to look like an extinct one!" Walter shouted.

"Wrong!" Haim snorted.

"It's a robot then! It can't be real." Walter loudly insisted.

"I am afraid Denis Leary is very real and very willing to devour your flesh." Haim said.

"Weird sentences like that or why you don't name your saber-toothed tiger 'Denis Leary'." Lance said.

"Oh, so you have a problem with Denis Leary?" an offended Haim asked.

"Do you?" Lanced asked back.

Haim looked visibly confused. He rubbed his neck awkwardly.

"I don't understand what you mean." Haim admitted.

"Well I don't understand how you can have an extinct animal!" Walter shouted. "If you're going to feed the two of us to that thing…"

"Denis Leary! You have to call him Denis Leary!" Haim childishly demanded.

Lance rolled his eyes and even Walter, who was normally Kinda to a fault, was getting visibly annoyed.

"Ugh...fine…" Walter groaned. "If you're going to feed us to Denis Leary…"

"Never thought I'd hear anyone say that." Lance muttered.

"...you should at least explain how he came to be. We at least deserve to know that much." Walter asserted while crossing his arms.

Haim gazed at the caged Denis Leary, who growled at the three humans like the ancient predatory feline he was.

"Very well, young man; I will explain myself. I suggest that both of you take a seat first." Haim recommended.

Lance and Walter both motioned around the cage they were in.

"Oh yeah, I didn't put any stools in there or anything." Haim realized. "My mistake. Anyway, a mysterious portal opened on one of my properties..."

"Do you have any around?" Walter asked.

"I...Of course. I have some right over there. You just can't see them from here because it's so dark." Haim explained. "Anyway, the portal opened up to a world where prehistoric beasts still roa…"

"Well go get them already." Lance huffed.

"What? It's not like you need chairs…" Haim sighed. "So, after Denis hopped out of it, the portal closed up and my…"

"Hey, you're the one who recommended we 'have a seat', man." Lance reminded him with a sly grin.

"Yeah, just go get us those chairs and then we'll keep quiet." Walter said.

Haim threw up his arms and stomped his right foot on the ground in frustration, producing a soft jingling from somewhere on his person. Lance and Walter exchanged a knowing look.

"Give me a minute. Grrr...I thought this would be more fun. Should've let you on fire along with the copter." Haim grumbled as he walked off to get some chairs.

Haim walked over to a wall where he flipped a switch. The lights came on, revealing that they were all inside a mid-sized warehouse with concrete walls. All in all, it was a rather underwhelming reveal. The place had several more cages in it, with some simply sitting on the floor and a few others being on chains angling from the ceiling like the one containing Denis Leary the saber-toothed tiger. There were also a few stacks of wooden crates in random places and a folding table covered in dirty rags and power tools. The worktable had some folding chairs near it. Haim turned away from the light switch, which was on the wall next to a plain wooden door, and began walking over to the table to grab the chairs. He was still rumbling to himself.

"This whole 'We won't listen if we don't have chairs' routine is not as funny as you think it is." Haim complained as he picked up two folding chairs. "Anyway, a scientist in my employ believes the portal led to another reality, one where...huh?! Where's Sterling?!"

It was only just then that Haim saw that Lance Sterling had vanished from the cage. Walter was still inside of it, with the door still locked. Walter grinned at Haim as the villain clumsily ran back towards the cages.

"Wh...what?! Where did he go?! There's no way a grown man could slip through those bars!" Haim shrieked.

A laugh that sounded like that of Lance could then be heard. Haim darted his head around, trying to see him.

"You ain't wrong, Haim. A man couldn't…but a pigeon? Oh ho ho, that's a piece of cake for them!" Lance confidentially spoke.

Haim then felt a tugging around his belt and looked down to see a pigeon, a male with gray and blue feathers and with a bow tie-like marking, using its beak to pull at a ring of metal keys Haim had attached to one of his belt loops.

"A bird? This doesn't make any sense!" Haim yelled.

With a great and powerful pole, the pigeon tore the belt loop and caught the falling ring of keys in his mouth. The pigeon then flew over to the cage and dropped the keys into the hands of a waiting Walter.

"Good job, Lance!" Walter complimented the pigeon.

Haim's eyes widened. He was stunned by what he had just heard.

"Lance Sterling and that pigeon...are one in the same? That cannot be!" Haim exclaimed.

"You'd think so!" Lance shouted at the villain.

Lance flapped his wings hard and flew straight towards Haim, hitting the man right in his stomach. Haim fell back and Walter used the keys to free himself from the cage. An increasingly furious Denis Leary slashed at the bars of his cage with his mighty claws, as he also longed for freedom. Walter and Denis Leary's eyes then locked and the beast calmed just ever so slightly.

"Yonatan G. Haim is the real threat here, not you. You're just an animal, taken from your home. I'll make sure you can get back there one day." Walter promised the saber-toothed tiger.

Walter then ran over to Lance and poked at a device on him. Haim looked up and stared in awe as Lance transformed back into his usual human self.

"Are you… Are you…a god?" Haim asked .

The two H.T.U.V. agents couldn't help but laugh at that.

"Look at this guy, talking like he's Gozer or somethin'!" Lance hollered as he pointed down at Haim.

Haim curled up into a ball on the floor.

"OK, I give up." Haim told them.

Walter slapped some advanced looking metal cuffs around Haim's wrists and marched him out through the door. There, they were met by an unexpected sight; it was a large crowd of Haim's many uniformly dressed employees. Haim's eyes lit up.

"Whoever helps kill these two gets a two percent raise!" Haim loudly announced.

The many gathered attendants promptly ran forward with raised fists. Lance and Walter flinched, but none of Haim's workers laid a finger on either of them. Instead, they grabbed Haim himself and began to mercilessly beat the man up. They took turns, with each one of them getting a chance to punch, elbow, or kick Haim wherever they pleased. One of them, the curly haired woman whom Haim had grabbed earlier, walked over to Walter and Lance, who just stood there and watched on at the scene in shock.

"That piece of human feces nearly killed Aaron, Harper, and Dave by lighting your helicopter on fire. Some of us were able to get to them in time to help. That was the final straw, for all of us. We're taking Isla Necrófago for ourselves now." the woman informed them.

"Uh...okay then, but could you let him live so he can be put in prison?" Walter requested.

"...fine, I'll talk to the others." the woman said. "...right after I get to kick him in his privates."

"Stop it! Gaaah! I'm richer than you cretins! Ow! You're nothing without me! Aaaugh!" Haim cried out as he got pummeled.

"Hey, Walter, what do you think we should do about Denis Leary?" Lance asked Walter.

Walter rubbed his chin for a moment before whispering something into Lance's ear so softly that only Lance could hear him. Whatever it was caused Lance to become visibly delighted. The duo then fist-bumped and looked up at the beautiful blue sky up above.

I actually planned on using Spies in Disguise in some capacity for a good while now, before I even started Glimpses. While it didn't exactly rock my world, I found the movie to be a fun time. As such, it felt right to have it serve as the basis for a tale that leaned more on the comedic side of things.

Some notes:

- Haim, Isla Necrófago and even Lance and Walter's mode of transportation were all inspired by Jurassic Park. I found it fitting, given the presence of a prehistoric animal in the story.

- Earth-209219's numbering is a reference to the years that Spies in Disguise and Pigeon Impossible (the short film the movie was based upon) were released.

- Denis Leary the saber-toothed tiger is a walking reference to Diego from Ice Age, aka Blue Sky Studios' first film and biggest franchise. Denis Leary was the original English voice actor for Diego. That said, this wasn't actually that character, not that it truly matters.

- Haim calling Walter a "little peanut" is a more subtle nod towards The Peanuts Movie, which is probably my favorite Blue Sky film.

- Since Walter was voiced by Tom Holland, I like to think he's a doppelganger of Earth-199999's Peter Parker. The same applies to Lance and any other characters played by Will Smith who pop up in Infinity Crisis works.

- The three names given for the employees that Haim almost murdered were taken from Aaron Mahnke, Harper Lee, and Dave Cullen, taken from three books I saw on my shelf while I was writing.

Alright, that should be about it. Hopefully it won't take me as long for the next chapter or new story I post. Since I don't really have any set-in-stone plans for Lance and Walter, you can consider them up for grabs if you like. Stay safe and you have a good one!

...unless you think Nimona deserved to be scrapped.