A/n: third chapter to be updated.

Bill unlocked the door to his office, humming. Robert had mysteriously disappeared around a week ago, and the rumblings of rebellion had disappeared. Half his desk was covered in a mini fridge, almost half with a TV, and tiny bit for unimportant papers like contracts, petitions, printed out copies of fan fictions, et cetera.

He took a beer out of the fridge and clicked on the TV. There was a soap drama on.

"Oh my god!" shouted a scantily-clad woman at a menacing man. "I can't believe you think that I love you!"

"But why not?" asked the man. "I hope you're not still upset about the incident with your brother."

"You killed him, you meany!"

"Meany? How dare you-"

Suddenly the phone rang, and Bill turned off the TV.

"Bill Nye speaking," said Bill. (Do I have to say that Bill said it? Did you expect someone else to say that Bill Nye was speaking?)

The guy one the other end breathed heavily, and said nothing. After an hour of this Bill started to suspect something was wrong, and asked the caller if he could stop breathing like that.

"Oh, I'm sorry," a man with a British accent replied. There was silence, and then the sound of gasping and a thump.

"No! That's not what I meant! Breath, breath!" shouted Bill. The man on the other end wheezed.

"Thank you. I have," wheeze, "a bad case of asthma."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"It's alright, it's just a plot device. I won't have it anymore as soon as the author finds no use for it. Around right in fact." The voice stopped wheezing.

"Who the hell are you? What do you want?"

"Do you want my superhero form or my secret identity?"

"Super hero-no wait, secret-no, actually-"

"I'll give you my non super hero but still enigmatic form. I am Chief, and from the CIA."

"The hell?" Bill wasn't surprised the guy was from the CIA, but he had no idea what enigmatic was. Actually, neither did Chief, but it sounded cool and mysterious.

"Some evil dude is taking over the Earth."

"Well . . . that's just too bad." Evil dudes took over the Earth all the time, and were usually defeated by the end of the season, sometimes the episode. He was more surprised that British people said dude.

"And he'll keep all the beers for himself."

"Beer? Did you say beer?" Bill didn't want to go with out beer for an entire episode.

"Yes, I said beer. You and another agent will try and save the world. You're a scientist, right? So you're smart? Doesn't matter, there wouldn't be much of a plot if you didn't get to save the world."

"Wow. Why me? Aren't there smarter scientists?"

"Look, Nye! In situations like these, we send out the best." Bill beamed. "But the best is busy, so can we send you instead?"

"Let me check my schedule." Bill glanced at the calendar pinned to the wall, only to realize that his handwriting was too messy to see from so far away. He assumed it wasn't anything important. The brats wouldn't care if they missed payday. At least he wouldn't.

"Well, I've got nothing better to do. I'm in."

A/n: Hehehe. Nye, Bill Nye. The spy science guy.