A/N Cassandra Anthemyst, I am very sorry that you haven't seen the movie and aren't getting my fanfic, cos I'd like you to understand what's going on, since you make up for half my reviewers, the other half being Frankie. (Who is only reviewing cos she's nice, most probably. Thanks anyway, Frankie!) Oh, and please, someone tell me what is so wrong with my stories. How do some people write one chapter and get 30 (exaggeration) reviews?!?! It takes me four chapters to get four reviews. Maybe if I update less often, you people will finally review.....

Disclaimer: I do not own MIB, MIIB, TPD, and this fic was partially thought up by CrazyBut2002. Feel free to laugh, eat on the chair, sleep on the table, and review!!!

~J's POV~
Right. Singing's my domain. No problem. But it wasn't as easy at it might seem, when I was trying to sing and spot a new partner without making it seem obvious. I can't believe that guy, Z. He promised me an alien to spot the most suitable partner, and what does it do? WHAT DOES IT DO?! It malfunctions. So there I am, singing, and this alien tries to kill me. I complained to Z about his little hiccup, and he looks at me all coolly, saying, It did the job, didn't it?

Well. That's a fine way to look at it, considering he wasn't the one who had to endure some appallingly bad breath. But I suppose it did work, cos now I have a new partner. His employer has agreed to let him join if we provide him with a new bodyguard. Lars is a strange guy, I must say. He -and that really tall girl- seemed sad and maybe even slightly tearful to say a goodbye, even though that stupid device was supposed to make him want to join. Since WHEN did mistress and bodyguard ever like each other so much.

...and HELLO? It's just temporary, until we get rid of the cause of all these new aliens. It's not like he's gonna die or something, I'll take care of him.

Like you took care of K? I don't think so... Hey! LARS! I explained all about K to him, and what does he do? BARGES in on my private thoughts... hey! How did he do that, anyway? I can read thoughts... how do you think I knew all about Michael and Mia? Mikenmia? Who on earth is that? What an unfortunate name! Anyway, so now we're off to the HQ, so that Lars can meet the rest of the agents.

Still, I do wish K were here. Together, we three could have been friends. We could have been J,K,L!

A/N Yeah, short. Whatever. Cassie, I hope you get this fic, and if you don't, I might have nightmares. Frankie, hello! I'm only addressing you two because I know no one else is reading this. Oh yeah, a bit of randomness on my part. It WAS gonna be a nice, proper fic, but heck! It is part of the freakyfic project!

Oh, and does ANYONE like Lars? He's one of the coolest characters!!!