Two months had passed since Professor Professor and Doctor Doctor's relationship had started anew. It still didn't seem real. Then again, nothing over the last several weeks seemed real, at least long enough to fully grasp the reality at hand. Still, it couldn't hurt to make the most of this monumental change in his life.
The caveat of dating a baddie, especially one so infamous like Doctor Doctor, was that it carried huge risks in everything from media coverage to public scrutiny or perhaps even just general rumor-spreading that something more nefarious was going on between the couple. He didn't like to think about what could happen if U.Z.Z. caught wind of his secret relationship with Doctor Doctor, but at the same time, he knew that it was only a matter of time before either of the two slipped up and revealed everything. He hoped to delay the inevitable for as long as possible.
So for now, he was going to keep the relationship under wraps and go about his life like nothing had happened. He went through the usual process of coming into work and making his way into the briefing room and sitting down in his designated seat.
"A number of Impostor sightings have been spotted somewhere around Chelsea," Vodka Gobalsky began to speak. "This could mean a huge threat to security, and we all know how seriously I take security. That's why my name is Changed Daily. Today, you may call me..." His cellphone beeped. "Oh... Tom Bombadil."
Everyone else started laughing.
"So anyway," Tom Bombadil continued. "There have been a number of Impostor sightings out in Chelsea, and it's up to us to figure why they're there in the first place."
"Alright, will do, Tom Bombadil," Anita said.
With that, she and Victor began getting up out of their seats before Professor Professor stopped them.
"Hold it, you two!" Professor Professor exclaimed. "Before you go, I need to equip you with my latest inventions."
Victor raised an eyebrow at him. "Uh, what are they exactly?"
Professor Professor got up out of his seat and started heading for the laboratory. "Just follow me. I'll show you."
After showing Victor and Anita the inventions he made to take on the Impostors down at the west London borough of Chelsea, Professor Professor decided to call Doctor Doctor and ask for her help in finding where the Impostors came from and why they picked to invade Chelsea in the first place.
"Do you know why the Impostors might be doing this?" Professor Professor asked his girlfriend.
"Not yet," Doctor Doctor replied. "By the way, don't you think it's an odd coincidence that all these attacks from Reptogators, faeries, and now Impostors have been showing up and always have something to do with me for some reason?"
"It is odd, but I don't think it's a coincidence. Someone has been setting you up for those attacks."
"I've been suspecting as much." Doctor Doctor crossed her arms. "I'm pretty sure I know who it is, too, but I can't prove it right now. All I know for sure is that he has to be stopped before it's too late."
Professor Professor tilted his head. "How do we lure him out and catch him in the act?"
Doctor Doctor had to think about it for a minute before the idea came to her. "Do you still have those Impostor suits from when you were training Victor and Anita?"
"Uh, yes, but that wasn't actually me who trained them. That was actually an Impostor who was imposting me, and for two whole months no less."
"Oh. Well, if you still have those suits, why don't we just use them to infiltrate the Impostors in Chelsea?"
"It's totally untested und highly dangerous, but it's worth a shot."
And so the two reignited lovers decided to up and disguise themselves as Impostors in order to infiltrate the real ones down at Chelsea. If Expendable Chartreuse Yellow Twenty-Four really was behind this and the encounters with the Reptogators and Princess Wulfrun, this could've been a prelude for a plan to take over T.H.E.M. and change it into an organization more his own liking. If this really was what he was going for, then what did he need Impostors for? With the Reptogators and Princess Wulfrun, it seemed apparent that he might need them to "dispose" of the Expendables or anyone else who might stop him, so to speak. Maybe he needed the Impostors for the same reason?
Just before Professor Professor and Doctor Doctor were about to enter the Dolce Kensington Club London, Doctor Doctor decided to bind her chest a little bit more, just enough to effectively pull off the Impostor disguise (but not so much that it could suffocate her or crack her ribs). After all, as she and Professor Professor both knew, Impostor workers didn't have breasts nor did they have any other stereotypical feminine human features.
"Alright, that should be good," Doctor Doctor convinced herself. "Hopefully, I won't have to do this again for a long time."
"I should hope not," Professor Professor chimed in.
"Oh, did I say that out loud?"
"Was I not supposed to...? Never mind. Let's just go in and see what we can find out."
Without further ado, the couple managed to make their way into the Dolce Kensington Club London, their disguises indistinguishable from the real Impostors (aside from Professor Professor's size anyhow).
"Follow my lead," Professor Professor said. "No matter what happens, we stick together."
Professor Professor proceeded to approach some Impostors who were talking amongst themselves about what they were up to for this latest plan.
"Hello, sorry I'm late," Professor Professor greeted in Impostorese. "I happened to get lost on the way until my buddy found me."
"Alright," an Impostor greeted him. "Just try to be more on time next time."
"Will do, Awkwafina."
With that, Professor Professor just walked by the Impostor and her peers and made his way to where the center of the action was. He then gestured at Doctor Doctor to come over here, which she managed to do just a few seconds later.
"Alright, got that out of the way," Doctor Doctor quietly said. "What's going on now?"
"It looks like they're plotting a takeover," Professor Professor replied. "By the looks of it, they're plotting not just any takeover, but a kill and replace kind of takeover."
"And this would involve me, would it not?"
"Of course it would. That's what we're here to investigate."
"Well, let's hurry up and stop this before they can-" Before Doctor Doctor could finish, she felt a laser blaster pressed against her back. "They've already caught us, haven't they?"
"Oh, ja, they have. On the count of three, we fight back. Ready?"
Doctor Doctor sighed. "Ready as I'll ever be, I suppose."
"Right. One... two... three!" Professor Professor started running towards the nearest Impostor. "Charge!"
Almost immediately, Professor Professor headbutted an Impostor in the thorax, causing the Impostor to double over and grumble in irritation.
"Okay, we need to fight to some music," Professor Professor said. "Quick, Doctor Doctor! What's the next song on shuffle?"
Doctor Doctor quickly whipped our her phone to get a look. "Um, it's 'Turn The Beat Around' by Gloria Estefan."
"That'll do! Play that!"
Doctor Doctor did so. "Alright."
With that, the music started playing.
Turn the beat around.
Love to hear percussion.
Turn it upside down.
Love to hear percussion.
Love to hear it.
Professor Professor and Doctor Doctor proceeded to wipe the floor with the Impostors, most of whom were still reeling from the fact that two humans had managed to break into their temporary hideout.
Blow horns you sure sound pretty.
Your violins keep movin' to the nitty gritty.
When you hear the scratch of the guitars scratchin',
Then you'll know that rhythm carries all the action, so...
Whoa yeah!
"Stop them!" the Impostor Awkwafina yelled out to her peers. "Don't let them get away!"
Turn the beat around.
Love to hear percussion.
Turn it upside down.
Love to hear percussion.
Love to hear it.
Awkwafina then proceeded to shoot at the two disguised humans, with a few others following suit. Professor Professor and Doctor Doctor quickly dodged the shots and then headed for the bar where the liquor was. Once Awkwafina and her peers had caught up to them at the bar, they proceeded to shoot at them some more.
Turn the beat around.
Love to hear percussion.
Turn it upside down.
Love to hear percussion.
Love to hear it.
"Bad idea, you grubby little worms," Doctor Doctor taunted right before making a Molotov cocktail on the spot.
Flute player play your flute 'cause
I know that you want to get your thing off,
But you see I've made up my mind about it.
It's got to be the rhythm, no doubt about it, woah woah,
'Cause when the guitar player start playing
With the syncopated rhythm, with the scratch, scratch, scratch;
Makes me want to move my body yeah, yeah, yeah;
And when the drummer starts beating that beat,
He nails that beat with the syncopated rhythm
With the rat, tat, tat, tat, tat, tat on the drums, hey!
Doctor Doctor then proceeded to throw the Molotov cocktail right into the crowd of Impostors, creating an explosion that not only caught them off guard, but also incapacitating some of them in the process.
Turn the beat around (I'm talking about the beat)!
Love to hear the percussion.
Turn it upside down!
Love to hear the percussion (love to hear the beat now).
Love to hear it.
Love to hear it.
Love to hear it.
Love to hear it.
Unfortunately for Doctor Doctor, she hadn't considered that the Molotov cocktail would also start a fire right there in the nightclub.
Turn the beat around.
Love to hear the percussion.
Yeah!
Turn it upside down.
Love to hear the percussion.
Woah!
Love to hear it.
Turn the beat around, ooh.
Love to hear the percussion (got to hear it).
Turn it upside down.
Love to hear the percussion.
Turn the beat around.
Love to hear the percussion (love to hear it).
Turn it upside down.
Love to hear the percussion.
Turn the beat around.
"Oh der'mo!" Doctor Doctor exclaimed. "We need to get out of here!"
She quickly grabbed Professor Professor by the wrist and dragged him out of the burning Dolce Kensington Club London with her. Whatever questions they had for the Impostors inside would have to wait.