05:31 PM - CARLSBAD APARTMENTS
A pizza delivery man pulled up to the apartment building and entered the lobby. A man at the front desk wearing a trench coat stopped him: "Sir, what are you doing here?"
"I'm delivering a pizza to Marvin G. Schwartz in the penthouse suite," the delivery man explained.
"In that case, sir, you'll need to fill out a few forms." The man at the front desk dumped a BIG stack of papers on the counter.

It was two minutes to six before the pizza delivery man was able to fill out all the forms. He then took his pizza and made a dash for the elevator.
DING! The elevator stopped on the top floor, and the delivery man rushed to the door to the penthouse suite and rang the doorbell.

Marvin G. Schwartz opened the door and looked at his watch. "You took 30 minutes, 28 seconds. Sorry, pal, you lose." He took the pizza.
Before slamming the door in the man's face, Schwartz showed him a trench coat that he had worn just moments ago. He then helped himself to his pizza, yet another …
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Special Delivery

Author's note: I've been toying with this idea for a little while. I've seen it in cartoons, and I think it's time I did this.

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Chapter 1: Prince Pete's Pizza Parlor
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11:52 AM - BEVERLY HILLS HIGH SCHOOL
The girls and I were enjoying lunch together. Before I met the girls, I had always eaten my lunch by myself, but I liked the girls enough that I could eat with them willingly.
Mandy was at the next table. I glanced thoughtfully at her as I planned my next prank. My tradition limited me to only play pranks on her right after a WOOHP mission, but you can never be too prepared.

"It's a pity the cafeteria doesn't offer pizza," Alex said between bites. "I love it!"
"Wouldn't matter much to me," I countered. "I always bring a bag lunch."
Neither Sam nor Clover added any comments to the conversation. They probably would have, had they been given the chance. Instead, the table tipped and dropped us through a set of trapdoors.
Mandy looked over at the table where we had been, and shrugged her shoulders. "I think this cafeteria food is playing jokes on my mind."

We landed in a heap, as usual, in front of Jerry. He smirked. "Girls? Girls and boy? Were you enjoying your lunches?"
Sam got up. "We were. What's the mission?"

"The mission … is to deliver a pizza."
This last remark was met with stunned silence, which Clover broke. "Hello? Jerry, we're spies. We handle international incidents, not pizza deliveries!"

"Don't interrupt me, please." Jerry turned and displayed a slide of a pizza joint on the big monitor in back. "This is Prince Pete's Pizza Parlor. It's a very popular pizza place."
Clover recognized the place. "I saw an ad for that place in the school newsletter! They guarantee a delivery in 30 minutes or less, don't they?"

I was having my own fun. "Prince Pete's Pizza Parlor. Prince Pete's Pizza Parlor. Pince Prete's Pizza- darn it!"
"Leo, can we focus? Clover is right. Pince Pete's Prizza Par- oh, no, now you have ME doing it. Ahem. Prince Pete's Pizza Parlor guarantees that if the pizza does not arrive in half an hour, the charge for the pizza is cancelled."

Alex spoke next. "I think in cartoons, the people who order pizzas from places like that will do anything they can to force the places to make good on their guarantee."
"Yes," Jerry responded, "and Marvin G. Schwartz, who lives in the penthouse suite of Carlsbad Apartments, happens to be one of those people. No Prince Pete's Pizza Parlor delivery man has ever thwarted him. Watch."
Jerry showed slides of Marvin jamming the elevator while a delivery man is inside … hosing down the floor so another delivery man will slip and crash … dressing up as a police officer and arresting yet another delivery man for "improper Italian food carrying procedure."

"Wow," Clover mentioned, "this guy's really serious about getting his free pizza."
"Yes," Jerry confirmed, "and Prince Pete's Pizza Parlor can't take back their guarantee. They believe that they can discourage Schwartz's hijinks for good if just one pizza can be delivered in time."
Sam caught on. "And you want us to do that?"

"Precisely. He makes his calls at 5:30 on the dot every Saturday afternoon. At that point, we'll bring you four to the doorstep of Carlsbad Apartments. The pizza will be left in your custody."

"Exactly how is the thirty-minute time limit timed?"
"It starts the second the caller hangs up, and ends when the pizza is dropped off at the location."

My face suddenly brightened. "Wait, Jerry. I've got an idea. I'll need a volunteer from one of the girls here to play a very important role."
Clover raised her hand. "Me! Pick me! I want that role!"
"Very well. Clover, you'll go ahead and spy on Marvin. You should try to figure out what he has planned for us, and possibly stall him as well, while posing as a cleaning lady."

The sound of the words "cleaning lady" shattered Clover's enthusiasm in an instant. "Sigh … okay."

Jerry nodded. "In that case, I'll send you ahead. Be ready at five. You'll all get gadgets, and GLADIS will arrange them in packs to give you with the pizza."
As Jerry explained, we were to get lipstick lasers (and a ball-point pen for me), heat-sensor 6000 sunglasses, earring communicators (and a WOOHP pencil for my ear), and Ice Queen spray perfume (inhaler).

"You never fail to supply us with the best gadgets," Clover said with confidence. "Well, except for that milk incident, but that's in the past. This is the present."
(Any fan of my Totally Spies stories will know what "that milk incident" was.)
"Now, ta-ta, ladies, and Leo as well," Jerry finished. "I'll call you back on Saturday." He sent us back to the school cafeteria.
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Mixed emotions! Wait and find out what's next!