Chapter 6
"What are you wearing?!" Lil stared aghast as her brother came down the stairs decked out in purple sequence. Purple Sequence!
Oh no. Phil had hoped he could slip out without running into Lil. He had been successfully avoiding her for the past 24 hours. Phil decided to ignore her and headed straight to the door.
"Stop right there, Phil. You're not actually wearing that out, are you?"
Phil stopped, his hand on the doorknob, but didn't answer.
"You are!" Lil exclaimed in disbelief.
"I told you, Lil. I'm going to that party at McNulty's."
"You didn't tell me that," Lil said slightly confused. "Isn't that party for seniors only?"
"It is, sort of." Phil was about to try his get-off-with-murder look but remembered that it was Lil who taught it to him. He decided to go on the offensive instead. "Look, I'm not crashing the party or anything like that. I was invited, so if you'll excuse me, Lillian, my date is waiting." With that Phil was gone.
Lil stood staring at the closed door. One key word had triggered a rush of thoughts and emotions through her. "I just knew something was up. Phil has a date." Lil didn't know whether to feel anger or hurt. She was feeling angry, because Phil had kept secrets from her. But she was also sad, because her twin brother would rather spend a Friday night with some unknown female than her.
It was time to take action. Lil headed to the nearest phone.
"Good evening, Mrs. Finster. Is Kimi home?"
"Hello, Lil. Kimi is home. Hold on for one moment please."
Lil tapped her fingers on the table impatiently while she was wanting for Kimi to answer the phone.
"Moshi, moshi," a sing-songy voice greeted.
"Operation Spymaster is a go, Ninja CowGirl. Inform Capt. Doom and rendezvous with Okey Dokey Jones at the Invenetor's Cave."
Lil's instructions were answered with giggles.
"Concentrate, Ninja CowGirl," Lil snapped
"Sorry, Li-I mean, Robo-Snail, but I just love it when you talk code."
"Just be there."
~*~
Lil paced back and forth in front of the whiteboard in the Pickle's basement.
"Listen up, men."
"And lady," interjected Kimi.
Lil ignored her and continued the briefing, "Our objective is to infiltrate the McNulty party." She pointed to the address and crude map scribbled on the board. "Our goal is to gather as much information on the target, Tweedle Dumb." She pointed to a picture of Phil. It had a mustache and glasses drawn over his mouth and eyes. "The target may be wearing a disguise."
Lil started passing out sunglasses.
"Ah Lil, is all this really necessary?" Chuckie asked cautiously.
"We are not playing games here. The target is hiding something. I want to know what it is, and I want to know it now. So move that behind of yours."
Chuckie stood at attention and saluted involuntary. "Yes, mam." He paused. "Ah, where do I move my behind to?"
Lil sent him a look that that sent shivers down his spine and his body out of the room as fast as it could go. Kimi got up to follow her big brother. "I better go make sure he doesn't get lost, you know how he gets when you scare him." She directed the statement to both Lil and Tommy.
Lil turned to Tommy. "Way ahead of you, General Robo-Snail. Gadgets are ready and waiting." He grabbed a box filled with odd shaped stuff. "Let's crawl - I mean roll."
~*~
The party was in full swing. The DJ was playing Sum41's "Makes No Difference", as Samantha introduced Phil to yet another group of people. He was actually glad when he saw Angelica approaching them.
"Doesn't Timmy look so cute in his team jacket?" She looked totally smitten.
"Angelica, you're asking the wrong guy. Why don't you try, Harold over there." He had the pleasure of seeing Angelica cringe. It got even better when Senior Sr. High's water boy spotted the love of his life. "DeVille, hide me. Keep that creep away from me." Angelica was clutching the back of his shirt, using him as a human shield.
"I don't know, Angie, he looks kind of cute in his team jacket." Angelica gave him an evil look for the using the nickname she hated and turning her words against her. But Phil couldn't help continuing the teasing. It was payback time.
"You know, Angelica, it's a good thing you didn't make the cheer squad this year. If you did, you'd probably be Mrs. Harold by now."
Phil ducked just in time to avoid angelica's hands which were intent on strangling him. The move also afforded Harold a clear view of his Lady Love.
"Angelica!" His voice was enough to send Angelica racing in the opposite direction.
"Angelica zero, Phil-mister one, Harold ten," Phil announced smugly.
~*~
Lil looked at the Reptar walkie talkie Tommy handed her and raised her brows is skepticism. Tommy shrugged in return. "It was the best I could do on short notice. Come on, they still work."
Lil had no choice but to make do. "Time: one-nine hundred thirty. Is everyone in position?" she said into the green toy.
"Lil, don't you think you're taking this a little too far?" a scratchy voice crackled through Reptar's belly.
Lil ignored the question. "Unauthorized use of comm equipment. Okey Dokey Jones, take care of it."
"Wow, she gives orders like a five-star general," Chucky whispered to Kimi. Unfortunately he had his finger on the "talk" button.
"I'll take that as a compliment, soldier. Status report."
Chucky sighed in relief. He was scared that Lil would start yelling at him again. "All I see are seniors standing around. No sign of Ph- the target."
"You're right. All I see are people's backs. We need a man inside."
"I'll go," Tommy volunteered.
"Negative. Everyone knows who you are after that pickle stunt you pulled."
"But you got to admit that the glowing pickle alternative to the Jack- o'lantern was a good idea," he said in his own defense.
"Yeah," Lil agreed, "until they blew up. The cafeteria walls were green for a week."
"Well, how was I supposed to know the little suckers couldn't take that much power. I still maintain that they were inferior pickles, unworthy of my brother's name."
"Back to the mission. Chuckie will have to go."
"M-m- maybe that isn't such a good idea," Chuckie squeaked.
"You're the closest thing we've got to a senior."
"I was afraid she was going to say that." Chuckie moaned. "We're doomed. We're doomed, we're doomed." He recited the mantra as he psyched himself up for his new mission.
Tommy tapped Lil's shoulder, "I'm going over to give Chuckie some moral support."
Lil was left crouching at the window alone. Out of the corner of her eye she registered Chuckie enter the house and attempt to mingle, but her attention was focused on a purple sequenced shirt. No way could there be more than one of that fashion atrocity. The only problem was that the purple sequenced individual was in major lip lock with Samantha Shane!
~*~
A/n: I know this chapter is kind of sucky, but I hope you enjoyed it anyway. BTW does anyone know Harold's last name?
"What are you wearing?!" Lil stared aghast as her brother came down the stairs decked out in purple sequence. Purple Sequence!
Oh no. Phil had hoped he could slip out without running into Lil. He had been successfully avoiding her for the past 24 hours. Phil decided to ignore her and headed straight to the door.
"Stop right there, Phil. You're not actually wearing that out, are you?"
Phil stopped, his hand on the doorknob, but didn't answer.
"You are!" Lil exclaimed in disbelief.
"I told you, Lil. I'm going to that party at McNulty's."
"You didn't tell me that," Lil said slightly confused. "Isn't that party for seniors only?"
"It is, sort of." Phil was about to try his get-off-with-murder look but remembered that it was Lil who taught it to him. He decided to go on the offensive instead. "Look, I'm not crashing the party or anything like that. I was invited, so if you'll excuse me, Lillian, my date is waiting." With that Phil was gone.
Lil stood staring at the closed door. One key word had triggered a rush of thoughts and emotions through her. "I just knew something was up. Phil has a date." Lil didn't know whether to feel anger or hurt. She was feeling angry, because Phil had kept secrets from her. But she was also sad, because her twin brother would rather spend a Friday night with some unknown female than her.
It was time to take action. Lil headed to the nearest phone.
"Good evening, Mrs. Finster. Is Kimi home?"
"Hello, Lil. Kimi is home. Hold on for one moment please."
Lil tapped her fingers on the table impatiently while she was wanting for Kimi to answer the phone.
"Moshi, moshi," a sing-songy voice greeted.
"Operation Spymaster is a go, Ninja CowGirl. Inform Capt. Doom and rendezvous with Okey Dokey Jones at the Invenetor's Cave."
Lil's instructions were answered with giggles.
"Concentrate, Ninja CowGirl," Lil snapped
"Sorry, Li-I mean, Robo-Snail, but I just love it when you talk code."
"Just be there."
~*~
Lil paced back and forth in front of the whiteboard in the Pickle's basement.
"Listen up, men."
"And lady," interjected Kimi.
Lil ignored her and continued the briefing, "Our objective is to infiltrate the McNulty party." She pointed to the address and crude map scribbled on the board. "Our goal is to gather as much information on the target, Tweedle Dumb." She pointed to a picture of Phil. It had a mustache and glasses drawn over his mouth and eyes. "The target may be wearing a disguise."
Lil started passing out sunglasses.
"Ah Lil, is all this really necessary?" Chuckie asked cautiously.
"We are not playing games here. The target is hiding something. I want to know what it is, and I want to know it now. So move that behind of yours."
Chuckie stood at attention and saluted involuntary. "Yes, mam." He paused. "Ah, where do I move my behind to?"
Lil sent him a look that that sent shivers down his spine and his body out of the room as fast as it could go. Kimi got up to follow her big brother. "I better go make sure he doesn't get lost, you know how he gets when you scare him." She directed the statement to both Lil and Tommy.
Lil turned to Tommy. "Way ahead of you, General Robo-Snail. Gadgets are ready and waiting." He grabbed a box filled with odd shaped stuff. "Let's crawl - I mean roll."
~*~
The party was in full swing. The DJ was playing Sum41's "Makes No Difference", as Samantha introduced Phil to yet another group of people. He was actually glad when he saw Angelica approaching them.
"Doesn't Timmy look so cute in his team jacket?" She looked totally smitten.
"Angelica, you're asking the wrong guy. Why don't you try, Harold over there." He had the pleasure of seeing Angelica cringe. It got even better when Senior Sr. High's water boy spotted the love of his life. "DeVille, hide me. Keep that creep away from me." Angelica was clutching the back of his shirt, using him as a human shield.
"I don't know, Angie, he looks kind of cute in his team jacket." Angelica gave him an evil look for the using the nickname she hated and turning her words against her. But Phil couldn't help continuing the teasing. It was payback time.
"You know, Angelica, it's a good thing you didn't make the cheer squad this year. If you did, you'd probably be Mrs. Harold by now."
Phil ducked just in time to avoid angelica's hands which were intent on strangling him. The move also afforded Harold a clear view of his Lady Love.
"Angelica!" His voice was enough to send Angelica racing in the opposite direction.
"Angelica zero, Phil-mister one, Harold ten," Phil announced smugly.
~*~
Lil looked at the Reptar walkie talkie Tommy handed her and raised her brows is skepticism. Tommy shrugged in return. "It was the best I could do on short notice. Come on, they still work."
Lil had no choice but to make do. "Time: one-nine hundred thirty. Is everyone in position?" she said into the green toy.
"Lil, don't you think you're taking this a little too far?" a scratchy voice crackled through Reptar's belly.
Lil ignored the question. "Unauthorized use of comm equipment. Okey Dokey Jones, take care of it."
"Wow, she gives orders like a five-star general," Chucky whispered to Kimi. Unfortunately he had his finger on the "talk" button.
"I'll take that as a compliment, soldier. Status report."
Chucky sighed in relief. He was scared that Lil would start yelling at him again. "All I see are seniors standing around. No sign of Ph- the target."
"You're right. All I see are people's backs. We need a man inside."
"I'll go," Tommy volunteered.
"Negative. Everyone knows who you are after that pickle stunt you pulled."
"But you got to admit that the glowing pickle alternative to the Jack- o'lantern was a good idea," he said in his own defense.
"Yeah," Lil agreed, "until they blew up. The cafeteria walls were green for a week."
"Well, how was I supposed to know the little suckers couldn't take that much power. I still maintain that they were inferior pickles, unworthy of my brother's name."
"Back to the mission. Chuckie will have to go."
"M-m- maybe that isn't such a good idea," Chuckie squeaked.
"You're the closest thing we've got to a senior."
"I was afraid she was going to say that." Chuckie moaned. "We're doomed. We're doomed, we're doomed." He recited the mantra as he psyched himself up for his new mission.
Tommy tapped Lil's shoulder, "I'm going over to give Chuckie some moral support."
Lil was left crouching at the window alone. Out of the corner of her eye she registered Chuckie enter the house and attempt to mingle, but her attention was focused on a purple sequenced shirt. No way could there be more than one of that fashion atrocity. The only problem was that the purple sequenced individual was in major lip lock with Samantha Shane!
~*~
A/n: I know this chapter is kind of sucky, but I hope you enjoyed it anyway. BTW does anyone know Harold's last name?