I'm back!

Or at least semi-back. I will be continuing on with this story, though updates might not be as regular as they were. At least, not until I've finished my other fic.

Moving on to the oneshot. I was scrolling though Tiktok and the Backyardigans 'International Super Spy' sound showed up. And for some reason, this came to my brain. Plus, we could always use some more young Camilo and Pepa interactions. So, here y'all go.

Enjoy~

A four-year-old Mirabel Madrigal-

No, not Mirabel.

Right now, she was Agent M. World famous super spy. The mission she had been given was a dangerous one, filled with many difficulties and tests. Her job was to find and recue Mr. Sparkles.

Mr. Sparkles may have been a small, pink, stuffed donkey with a unicorn horn; but it was one of the mayor's most treasured possessions. And it had been stolen from right under Mayor Luisa's nose! It was her job, with the help of the trusty Agent C, to steal it back. No matter the risk.

After gathering intel from their suspects during breakfast, the pair split up. Agent C searched the upstairs while Agent M stayed downstairs. They were lucky until this point, only three evil henchmen stayed behind. The spy was certain that henchmen were lying in wait, ready to strike the second she let her guard down.

Risking a glance, she leaned up and peaked over the railing. Her alert hazel eyes searched for any sign of movement. Not seeing any, she stealthily moved up towards the second floor. Coming to a stop at the second to last step. Risking a glance, she peeked her head into the hallway.

Satisfied that it was safe, the girl kept close to the wall as she silently crept down the hallway. Peaking her head into the cracked doorway, she noticed the mop of curly dark-auburn hair in the window.

"Agent C, have you found Mr. Sparkles?" Agent M whispered quietly. The boy paid no attention to her, keeping his attention outside. Mirabel frowned as she walked fully into the room, confused by the sudden shift in her cousin. "Hey, what's wrong? I thought we were playing Super-Secret Spies?"

"We were. But look." Camilo said in a serious tone, keeping his eyes locked on something outside of the window. Crawling up on the bench beside him, Mirabel followed his gaze. Just past the rows and rows of houses, sat dark swirling storm clouds. "It's raining over there."

"Okay?"

"How am I supposed to save the world while Mamí's sad?"

"How do you know she's sad?"

"It only rains like that when Mamí's sad."

"You know what that means, right?"

"That she's sad?"

"No! Well, yes. It means that we have a new mission." Mirabel's eyes lit up with excitement. Their mission for the missing uni-donkey plushy could wait. Right now, they had a much more important one to do. "Operation: Break-Out-and-Make-Tía-Feel-Better!"

"Okay!" Camilo turned to her with a wide smile. He bounced with excitement. It only lasted a moment though. His brows furrowed as the realization dawned on him. "Wait... How are we going to sneak out?"

"Agent 'Sita can help, right?" Mirabel said as she patted the wall. The window shutters fluttered a 'yes' in response. The two children shared an excited smile before crawling down from the chair. "Let's go!"

They couldn't afford to fail.

This was their most important mission yet.

"Ay, thanks for watching the kids. We managed to get everything done that we needed." Agustín said as he and Félix walked into the living room. Both of them took a seat on either side of the large couch across from the chair Bruno sat in.

Bruno looked up from his action themed novel, raising an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"What do you mean 'what do I mean'?" Félix's eyes narrowed suspiciously. Both of the four-year-olds had been far too quiet. The only time that happened was when they were playing, and it was usually the Seer who kept them busy. "Haven't you been playing with Mira and Milo?"

"No? I thought they were with you."

"We haven't seen them since breakfast."

The room fell silent as each of the men shared at each other with a look of complete horror. All three men jumped up from their seats as they realized the severity of their situation.

Their youngest children were missing.

"Let's split up and check the rooms. They have to be around here somewhere." Félix reasoned as he took a deep calming breath. He needed to keep a cool head. Panicking wouldn't do them any good right now. "They couldn't have gotten far."

Félix watched as Agustín darted to the doorway that led into the kitchen. He took a couple steps towards the courtyard, but his brother-in-law caught his attention. "What are you doing, bro?"

"Making my peace with God." Bruno answered as if it were obvious. Keeling onto the ground, he bowed his head. He moved his hand in the air, motioning a cross, before pressing his hands together in front of him. He muttered a prayer as he reached into his ruana pocket and threw a handful of salt over his left shoulder. "Might as well do it now before my hermanas kill us."

Mirabel and Camilo ran down one of the side streets of the Encanto, carefully avoiding the square where they knew Julieta and the others would be. Sliding to a stop, the looked at the two options in front of them. They could go left, or they could go right. "We should go this way; I think I see clouds between the houses." Mirabel said as she pointed to the left.

"Wait." Camilo reached out, tugging on his prima's shirt.

"Why?"

"We need to get her something that will make her feel better!"

"Like what?"

A frown formed on the boy's face. Fixing his eyes on the ground, he crossed his arms. "I don't know."

The pair stood in silence, both trying to come up with an idea. Any other time Camilo rattle off hundreds of things his mother liked, but in that moment not one thing could come to his mind. Two women passed by. The curly haired boy perked up, recognizing one of the women. "Wait, I know her. That's Mamí's friend! I bet you she'll know what we should get her!" Taking Mira's wrist in his hand he drug along, chasing after them. "Hey! Señorita Paola!"

The dark-haired woman came to a stop. Turning around, she watched as the two children approached her. "Hola Camilo, Mirabel. How are you two today?"

The blonde woman beside Paola raised an eyebrow, noticing the concerning lack of adults. "Where's your parents?"

"We're going to see Tía, but we need to get her something first!" Mirabel nearly shouted.

"Hey. What gifts makes you happy?" Camilo asked as he pointed to the blonde lady.

"Me?" The blonde asked as she glanced down to the kids. They stared up at her, eyes wide and expecting. "Let's see. I like flowers?"

Camilo shook his head. The only flowers his Mamí liked were ones from Isabela. They couldn't go to her. If she knew they'd snuck out, she'd tell Abuela. If Abuela found out, they'd be sent back to Casita. It was a risk he wasn't willing to take. Turning his attention to Paola, he moved his outstretched hand to her. "What about you?"

"I like chocolate." Paola said with a shrug.

Mirabel nudged Camilo. "Tía Pepa does like chocolate."

"Oh! Papi's cousin Mari makes them. We could ask her!" Looking back up to the women, Camilo put on his best puppy dog eyes. His cousin caught on to his ploy, copying him. "Can you take us to her?"

"Marianne?" The pleading children nodded quickly. Paola bobbed head slightly, as if weighing her options. With another shrug, she smiled down at the children. "Yeah, we were heading that way anyway. Come on, you can walk with us."

"Take my hand!" I reached out for my brother, trying to grab him. To save him. Our fingertips brushed, and hope filled my soul. But it wasn't enough. He offered me a sad smile.

"Take care of her, for me."

And then, he let go of the edge.

"Oh no. Not his brother." Pepa gasped as her eyes scanned the page in front of her. The dark clouds above her swirled, bringing down more rain. The winds picked up around her. Adjusting the yellow umbrella that protected both her and the book, she shifted against the tree.

"Surprise!" Camilo and Mirabel shouted in unison as they appeared on either side of the tree. Pepa jumped, a bolt of lightning struck the ground behind her. Her book fell to the ground while a strong gust of wind pulled the umbrella from her grasp.

"Camilo! Mirabel!" Pepa placed her hand over her wildly beating heart, willing it to slow down. She'd been so invested in her book that she hadn't heard the children come up. "You scared me."

"We're not Camilo and Mirabel. We're super-secret agents, Mamí!" Neither of the children seemed to care that they'd nearly given her a heart attack. Instead, they closed the distance, kneeling on the ground beside her. The pair wore the same wide happy grin. Their eyes sparkled with excitement. "Our mission is done!"

"Here!" Mira shoved a small box in front of her face.

Before the redhead could question what was in the box, her son bounced up and down as he spoke. "It's chocolate! From cousin Mari!"

"Thank you. But how did you get them?"

"We went to see her!"

"Yeah! Your friend showed us how to get there! She was really nice!"

Emerald eyes narrowed slightly as she stared at the dark-haired girl. She had the sinking suspicion that she already knew the answer to the question she was about to ask. "Mirabel? Where's your father? And Tíos?"

"At home?" Her sobrina offered with a sheepish smile and small shrug of her shoulders.

Thunder rumbled again.

"You came here all by yourselves?!" Pepa shot up, nearly knocking both children to the ground. Mirabel and Camilo shrunk back as thunder rumbled overhead. Neither of them dared look at her, each finding an interesting spot on the ground to stare at instead. Taking a breath, she calmed herself. "Lo siento, Amores. I didn't mean to yell. Cami, will you tell me why you left without telling anyone?"

At first, her son didn't say anything. It wasn't until she reached out, gently tipping his chin up to her, that his hazel-green eyes finally looked at her. "You're sad when it rains. We wanted to make you happy."

Mira tugged on Pepa's other hand. "Yeah. We don't want you to be sad."

"Oh niños." The redhead sighed as she pulled the pair into a tight hug. She'd hoped that she had a few more years before she would have to explain how her gift actually worked. But it seems that the two beside her were far more observant than she'd thought. "It's raining because I have a job to do. Just like everyone else. My job is to make sure the farms get properly watered."

Camilo pulled back far enough so that he could see his mother. "So, you're not sad?"

"No, Mi Arcoíris." Pepa chuckled as she presses her forehead to his smaller one. The boy's smile returned, wider than before.

"Can we stay with you?"

"Sí. Go play."

"This isn't good. They're not here!"

"I'm aware."

Félix resisted the urge to roll his eyes at his brothers-in-law. They'd spent the last two hours searching the entirety of their home. They'd even gone as far as searching every family member's rooms. But there was no trace of their children.

His wife was going to kill him.

"Where could they have gone?" Agustín paced back and forth.

Bruno nudged Agustín. A sullen look forming on his face as he looked towards the courtyard. "You still have some back-up food from Julieta, right?"

"Yeah, why?" The tallest man raised an eyebrow, not understanding how it was relevant to their situation right now. The kids were missing, not hurt. Hopefully.

"We might need it."

"Why?" Agustín asked as he followed Bruno's gaze. Realization dawned on him as Casita opened the front door. "Mierda."

The men paled as Pepa stepped through the doorway with both children fast asleep in her arms. Camilo's head rested against his mother's left shoulder as his arms limply dangled beside him. Mirabel's head rested against Pepa's collarbone, but the young girl had her arms tucked safely between her body and Pepa's.

"Pepa-" Bruno began, but he snapped his mouth shut at the glare he received.

"Don't." Pepa growled, cloud forming over her head. She'd deal with them after she took the children upstairs. "None of you are to move until I get back."

The men stayed silent as they watched her disappear up the steps. Once she was out of sight Agustín turned to the seer, panic filling his eyes. "Can't you talk her down?"

"Why me?"

"She's your sister!"

"Pepa's his wife!" Bruno nearly shouted as he pointed to the shorter man. "He should do it."

"With this? Not happening, bro." Unlike the other two, Félix was resigned to his fate. He and Pepa had been married for nearly seventeen years, and friends for even longer. He knew all too well of how protective she could be of her family. Especially the children.

It was one of the things he loved most about her.

"What do you mean 'not happening'! I've watched you talk her down from a typhoon." Bruno shouted, throwing his hands in the air.

"Any other time we didn't lose any children."

"We didn't lose them! We just misplaced them."

"Don't say that, bro. It'll make it worse." Félix warned.

Pepa appeared down the steps not a second later. Coming to a stop in front of them, Pepa crossed her arms. The small cloud above her head grew darker as flashes of lightning danced inside of it. "Would any of idiotas care to explain why Camilo and Mirabel were wandering the Encanto, alone?"

Agustín took a hesitant step forward. He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to figure out how to word his next sentence carefully enough to not be on the receiving end of the redhead's wrath. "I- uh. Well, you see. Um."

"What Agustín means is that-" Bruno tried to help the spectacled man. He really did. But when his sister's glare shifted to him, any confidence he had completely disappeared. Taking a sharp breath, Bruno made a decision. He did what any rational person would do in this situation.

He threw Félix under the bus.

"It was Félix's fault."

"Bro!" The dark-skinned man's eyes widened as he stared at the seer with complete disbelief. Bruno just shrugged. They were all very aware that out of the three of them, Félix would be the least likely to be struck down by lightning.

"Félix?"

Félix sighed. "Amor, it's not what you think."

"Don't 'Amor' me." Pepa growled. A strong gust of wind blew past them, sending a chill up the man's spine. "I want answers. Now."

He understood her anger. He really did. They'd messed up. "It was a mistake. We were so focused on our chores, that we didn't notice that they'd slipped out until it was too late."

Félix wasn't surprised when snow started to float down from the cloud above his wife as her angry façade broke. Reaching up, she rooted her hands into her braid, stroking it softly. She started pacing back and forth. "You do realize that anything could have happened to them, right? What if they'd gotten lost? What if someone took them?! They don't have gifts yet! They can't protect themselves! They-"

"Pepi, breathe." Félix said calmly as he stepped to her. Gently, he pulled her into his arms trying to calm her anxiety. "We know. And we're sorry. We made a mistake. I promise you; it won't happen again."

"We really are sorry, Pep." Bruno added.

"It better not." Pepa let out a shaky breath. "Next time, I won't hesitate to tell Julieta."