Agent 3 had begun to choke on fake Kool-Aid. He ran out of the cabin just as he had been noticed and got out his phone.

"CUTTLEFISH! Cuttlefish, are you there?!"

"Yup, what is it Agent 3?"

"EMERGENCY. I repeat, emergency."

"What happened? Are Agents 4 and 8 with you? Are you okay? Where's my medication? Hello?"

"Oh crunchy Corn Pops. I lost him."

"What did he say?", Marina asked.

"He said there's some sort of emergency." the captain looked serious, well, at least he tried. I am here to inform you it is physically impossible to write a serious fanfic with Cap'n Cuttlefish it it. Just sayin.

"Huh? Emergency?" Pearl had just woke up.

"Yup."

"Who died?"

"What? No one died, Pearlie."

"I thought someone died… Aw, man!"

"Why is that a-"

"Let's just wait for him to call back," said Cuttlefish who was eating crabby cakes and drinking his morning dose of balsamic vinegar.

"What if something bad happened?", Marina asked.

"Then that's their problem," Pearl muttered. "I'm trying to sleep here."

"Well you shouldn't be."

Marina sighed. "This day literally couldn't get any worse-"

Author's Note: IT COULD LOLOLOL(O(O*O((9(9lLOLOLOlolololol9l9looio0olololool

Dufflebag lady had got to Agent 3 and was dragging him back to the cabin by his earlobe. The boy was trying not to cry out in pain. Even though the normal thing to do when you're getting kidnaped is to cry out for help, Three just didn't feel like it.

The lady shoved Three into the cabin. She locked the door behind her and glanced at the children. Two of them were reciting a religious book. It looked like they were trying to hide under something, but being tied to a bedpost was preventing them. The other child was crying about being separated from her manga and cursing at the lady for loosing her page. These three were definitely unstable.

"Can we at least have breakfast," Eight grumbled.

"No."

"Why?"

"Because I feel like it."

This was the first time the boys heard her talk. Her voice was annoying and steryotypically feminine. She sounded like a balie girl. Ewwwww.

"Can I have my manga back?", Four was getting restless and couldn't live without manga.

"Uh, how are you going to hold the book open? You are aware of the situation...right?", Eight asked her. "I mean, your hands are tied behind your back."

"Dufflebag lady? Can you hold it for me and let me read?"

"You are officially instance," Three muttered as dufflebag lady finished tying him. Eight nodded in agreement, and Four looked offended.

"I'm not insane, I just want my manga!"

"NO ONE is that addicted to manga that a book is your first concern when you LITERALLY GET KIDNAPED." Three shook his head and sighed. "I worry about you."

"Where are we going?", Eight asked amongst the chaos.

"Oh, so at least one of you is a reasonable cephalopod."

"That's not answering my question."

"Right. Sorry." Dufflebag lady cleared her throat. "My name is Karen. I work for the Society of Evil Woomy, or SEW for short."

"You… stil haven't answered my question."

"I'm taking you to our evil lair. Oh fish, that reminds me."

"Huh?", The three agents asked.

Karen got out a phone. "Hello? Yes, this is Karen. Yes, yes, yaaasss. I have the kid, infact, I have three now."

"Karen took the kids," Eight whispered to Three and Four, who started trying really hard not to laugh. The octoling had a surprisingly good sense of humor.

The lady continued talking. "Well, not exactly. The children are… unique. The one you ordered is a total weeb. The other two are just… weird. Yeah, you can see for yourself. The other two? Oh right. I'll describe them. Both boys-"

"Hey guys she's assuming genders," said Eight.

"Shut up kid! Sorry. Yes, they're boys. One's an inkling the other's an octoling. The inkling is an annoying edgy kid in his mid teens. The octoling's around the same age as the girl. He is very… professional."

The agents couldn't hold it in anymore and all burst out into laughter.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing," Four said quickly.

"Better be 'nothing', punk," Karen snapped back.

"Geez okay okay… Can I have my manga back when the ride's over?"

"NO. Oh, I'm so sorry. The girl keeps yapping about a manga. I already told you she's a weeb. Yes, yes, yes, yes, no, yes. Okay, byeeeee!" Karen hung up the phone.

"Now," she said sternly. "You three better behave when we arrive. Well, you won't need to." She pull out a roll of duct tape from her purse.

"Sh#t," Three muttered under his breath. This wouldn't end well...