A/N Um, I have an essay that I've already delayed working on for... a week. It's due on thursday, and I have to get working on it. But anyway, since Frankie (I think you did) and princessvampire were so kind as to review, I'm writing a quick chapter anyway. :) Formal apology to CrazyNut2002, who I called CrazyBut2002, and nearly just called CrankyNut2002.

Disclaimer: I do not own MIB, MIIB, TPD, and this fic was partially thought up by CrazyNut2002. Feel free to laugh, row across Australia, kiss that adorable monkey, and review!!! Oh, and be warned... wackiness ensues!

~Lar's POV~
The HQ was cool. But, slapping my bland expression on, no one could have to the awe I felt looking upon the... it was just awesome! And, I had never had so many good morning, Ls before. J seemed pretty annoyed that I was getting this much attention. I resisted the urget to check his thoughts.

J turned to me. L, I needed a partner to help me fight this sudden outburst of aliens, and you're the only man for the job. I thank you for joining, on behalf of myself and the MIB. He grinned. And now that the formalities are over, let's go party!.... you've got enough party and drink invitations to share with me? I laughed. Sure thing, partner. Let's go!

Wait, what's going on? I'm becoming eccentric! Sure, Lars the schoolboy had been high half the time. But Lars the bodyguard.... he was emotionless, nothing affected him. Hmm.... what would Lars the MIB agent be? I've always dreamed of becoming a member of the FIB. This is even better!

Can't wait to go to the party and meet some other agents... wonder what they'll be like?

~~ J ~~
Whoa, baby! This is some party! ...they never threw one like it for me, you know. ArGH! J, you're going to stop this flow of jealousy, and just enjoy the party. Why shouldn't you? Lars is a great guy!

I relaxed and began one-man dancing. I sang, Michael Jackson style. Seeing Lars look up from his flock of admiring fans, (no jealousy, J. No jealousy) I waved him over. Hey, I could have part of the fun too, couldn't I? That guy was having too much fun, and it wasn't good for him. Since I'm his partner... I'll help him by taking on some of the burden too! Yup, so in wanting a little attention, I'm helping him.... stuff it. Lars came over, and we had a little dance competition.

After a little while, probably around 45 minutes of intense competition, I fell back with a groan. Sheesh that guy was good. I've never been bested in dancing before! Now that guy's getting even more attention.

ArgH! This can't be... I just want it to be tomorrow so I can get to work!

Lars glanced at me, and cleared his throat. Everyone -including me- looked at him expectantly. After all, it was in his honour. I thank you all for cordially making me feel welcome. Lars paused while the cheers died down. But I think I am tired, and I wish to stop partying now. By all means, carry on partying without me. In fact, I beg you to do so. Wild cheering. Darn. How does that guy do it?

Lars looked at me, and we left the place. Hey, L, why did we leave so early? Lars shrugged. Because you were looking uncomfortable, and didn't seem willing to leave without me. I stared. He was such a nice bloke, and there I was, envious of the attention he was receiving, even though he was probably an orphan, or some of that dramatic rubbish that girl's are always reading about.

Lars gave me a strange look. He seemed about to say something, then stopped. Give it up, buddy. I KNOW you can read my mind, you little privacy-invader.

Lars stared, eyeballs threatening to pop out of their sockets. Then, regaining his composure, Lars laughed.

A/N Yeah, how was it? It was going to be longer, but I got that stupid essay!