(This is chapter 3 of "Totally Switched". Thanks to capm, and Sherlock-fan19 for reviewing. Even though I didn't get 8 reviews, 7 is pretty close. Remember those 3 suggestions I gave in the first chapter? I need more suggestions. I only have 1 suggestion and that was from capm, for "S.P.I.". Come on people, give me your suggestions for my next fic. I need more than just one. In fact, tell me why nobody has given me much suggestions for my next fic. In case you forgot them, they were 1. "Here Comes the Sun", 2. "First Brat", and 3. "S.P.I.". Anyway, on we go with the next chapter.)
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Jerry and Clover got up from the ground in front of the prison we were in.
"About time you got here," Sam said.
"Yeah, definitely," I added.
"Give us a break. Well I've been totally busy," Jerry said, acting just like Clover.
"Huh?" Sam, Alex and I said.
"Indeed. We've been quite pre-occupied," Clover said, acting just like Jerry.
"Whaattt??!!!" The 3 of us said. (me, Sam, and Alex)
"Oh, good heavens," Clover said.
"No freakin' way," Jerry said, covering his mouth after hearing what he just said, which was just like Clover.
"Okay, that's the weirdest moment yet," Sam assured.
"You are sooooo not kidding, Sammy," I added.
"Yeah. What happened to you guys?" Alex asked.
"I gave them a little attitude ajustment," Gray said.
Jerry briefly gasped.
"I so can't belive the nerve of you. I mean talk about a major loser!!"
"Jerry, please. That kind of talk isn't going to offer our present predictament," Clover said.
"Speaking of predictaments, things are about to get a whole lot worse," Gray said.
His henchmen started getting close to Jerry and Clover. They started backing up until they wind up in another prison.
"Oh my," Clover said.
"That's only the half of it," Gray explained.
He pulled down a lever, causing little doors in Clover's and Jerry's prison to fill up with rats.
"Okay, eww. Grab me a spore, this is seriously groting," Jerry said, eyeing the rats.
"Unhand me you vile creatures," Clover ordered.
"Mercy this is reputinent,"
Sam, Alex and I all looked at both of them stunned.
"I don't know what's worse: the rats, or those two switching personalities," Alex said.
"I'd pick Jerry and Clover switching personalities anytime," I said.
"Count me in," Sam said. She called out to Clover.
"Clover, the laser lipstick. It's in your pocket,"
"Brilliant thinking, Samantha," Clover said.
She took out the laser lipstick, and aimed it at the rats. Jerry briefly clapped his hands like Clover does a few times, while Clover battled the rats, and made a way out of the prison her and Jerry were in. The exit she made was the WOOHP logo.
"Awesome, now it's your turn, girlfriend," Jerry said, snagging the laser lipstick from Clover's hand, creating another entryway, this time for Sam, Alex and I to get out. When Jerry was done, the glass fell in the shape of a heart, about the same height and kind as Sam's jacuzzi at her house.
The 3 of us came out.
"Thanks, Clover. Oops, I mean Jerry," Alex said, correcting herself.
"Oh you're quite welcome," Clover said.
"No prob," Jerry said.
Clover briefly growled.
"Okay, I can't stand another second of this. We gotta find that demented doctor and switch you 2 back to normal right now!" Sam said.
"I agree for sure," I said.
Clover's compowder rang.
"Oh for the love of pete, who could be calling at a time like this? Yes, hello? Oh, I absolutely will,"
"Seems like that Ansen Carter gig. They've requested my presense in Los Angeles. Immediately."
"But, what about your, situation? I mean the fact that you're acting like a 50-something English guy," Sam said, looking concerned.
"Yeah, don't you think they'll think of you as a very weird and unusual person who doesn't speak teen-like English?" I asked.
"Well, she'll just have to do. Because right now, the 4 of us have to jet to D.C. before the Pres becomes a rodeo clown," Jerry said, starting to giggle after that until his wallet phone rang.
"Jerry here? Oh no, I like totally forgot!! I'll be there in a jiff. Someone from the palace. It's knighting time!!"
I guess it's just me, you and Mathew," Alex said.
8:32 p.m. -- The White House
Sam, Alex and I came into the White House.
"We have to talk to the president right away," Alex said.
"It's a matter of national security," Sam said, showing her WOOHP Credit card to one of the agents.
"Which could turn to a matter of minutes pretty soon," I added.
The agent understood us, and took us to the President's room.
We came in, to find the President reading a book.
"Sorry to bust in on you like this, sir. But we have a serious problem on our hands," Sam said.
"Yeah, some evil shrink is about to turn you into a rodeo clown," Alex explained.
"And he's on his way here," I added.
"Did you say a 'rodeo clown'? Well this is just plum crazy!" the President said.
"Believe me, crazy is not the word to describe this guy," Alex assured him.
"Good evening, Mr. President," Gray said, finding the President in his office, which was where we were. His henchmen were with him as well. He held out a pair of clown shoes.
"What in no glorys name are those?" the President asked.
"The shoes you'll soon be walking in,"
"See what I mean? He's way looney," Alex said.
"And screwier than Bugs Bunny," I added.
"That's right, and we're about to kick your butt," Sam said.
Sam and I made a lunge for one of Gray's henchmen, but he grabbed our legs. We tried punching him, but he grabbed our arms as well. Alex was battling with the other henchman, but got the same result as Sam and me. They threw us to the back of a bookcase as books fell onto us.
The girls and I were puzzled.
"I forgot to mention, that I switched my faithful assistants with some highly trained karate black belts. So my butt-kicking probably is not going to happen. Now let's get what we came for boys," Gray explained.
We were in grief.
"Now what do we do, Sammy?" Alex asked.
"The only thing we can do, Alex. Bring out the heavy artillery," Sam said taking out the V.E.G.S.
Alex and I smiled, and put them on.
"We're not done with you yet!" Sam said.
"You've got to be joking," Gray said.
"When it comes to saving the world, we don't joke," Alex said.
We got Gray's henchmen to the ground, proving that last time was only a minor setback.
"Sweet dreams," Sam said.
"Stinkies," I added.
We used the V.E.G.S. and made them stink as skunks.
"Awesome work, Sammy. Now let's put the stink to the shrink," Alex said.
Gray was getting scared.
"I have other plans for him, Alex," Sam said.
8:50 p.m. -- M Channel Studios Los Angeles
Clover and Ansen were sitting on the stage.
"Hey I'm totally psyched you're here, Clover. Your tape was killer," Ansen complimented, unaware of what happened to Clover earlier.
"Well, I'm tickle pink to be here, Ansen truly," Clover said.
"Whoa, 'tickle pink'? Okay, interesting lingo. Anyway, ready to play some videos and guess some smashing rock bands?"
"Indubitably," Clover said.
A video screen popped down, and it showed Teensicle on it.
"Ohh, what is this rubbish?"
"Excuse me?" Ansen asked, chuckling.
"This footage. Don't tell me kids actually like listening to this rubbish."
"This 'rubbish' is Fried Garbage and they're number one on the billboard charts," Ansen said.
"Well, their name is quite appropriate," Clover said.
"Well, is there anything that YOU like, Ms. Cranky?" Ansen joked.
"As far as I'm concerned, the only music worth it's salts are the classical variety. Brans, Mozart, Bach. I think your audience would be more attractive that way," Clover responded.
"Yeah, right. In another lifetime, meanwhile..."
"Oh brother," Clover sighed.
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