Southampton, England...
The plane landed on top of a large building, hidden by trees and foliage, and concealed from the rest of the city. Shirley hopped out, along with the veggie kids, and walked towards a small door.
"What is this?" Junior asked.
"Why, this is my career." Shirley replied.
"WHO EVEN ARE YOU?!" Percy asked. "You are so AWESOME!"
(Cue "James Bond"-esque guitar instrumental.)
Shirley smirked confidently and moved in closer to the kids.
"I am part of an elite team of secret agents that track down and destroy evil all throughout the globe, known as C.R.I.S.P." Shirley opened up her wallet, showing them an I.D. card with her photo inside.
"WOAH!" The kids exclaimed at once.
"Crisp?" Laura asked.
"Yes, C.R.I.S.P." Shirley replied. "Or, Confident Radical Individuals Saving People. That's our job, see?"
"I see..." Percy replied, sighing. "I see you're HOT!"
"Uh...thanks?" Shirley replied.
"So...you're really a spy?" Annie asked as Shirley opened up the trap door inside the building.
"Yes." Shirley replied. "And I need you to follow me..."
Shirley led the kids down a massive, chrome hallway, until they reached an area with a concealed door. In front of the door, was a tall, red apple with a goatee that did not look amused in the slightest.
"Hallo, Shirley..." the Apple said in a rather grumpy English accented voice.
"Milton, how the bluddy heck are ya?" Shirley replied, showing the red apple her I.D.
"I'm doing...well." Milton replied.
The apple gazed down to notice that the children were giggling at the sight of being in such an awesome spy organization.
"Er...so the agency's taking in children, now?" Milton groaned.
"No, no they're just my...uh.." Shirley stuttered, "P-plus ones! Er...plus fours...HAHAHAH!!"
Milton did not seem impressed in the slightest.
"Well, they'd BETTER not get into any trouble, Shirley," Milton spoke, opening the front door to the agency. "Or I'll notify Zed and it shall be the downfall of your career."
"More like the "Skyfall", am I right?" Shirley chuckled.
Milton did not say a word.
"Well, we must be moving along now," Shirley replied. "Ta-ta!"
Shirley and the kids quickly walked inside of the door, entering a small elevator.
The elevator went downwards, deeper and deeper, until it arrived at a massive room, covered in chrome. Lava lamps took the place of columns, and there was quite a lot of activity, with multiple amounts of people in charge of operating technologically advanced mission control tables and systems.
"Children," Shirley spoke. "Congratulations. I've bought you here because you are going to become the first-ever American C.R.I.S.P. agents!"
"WE'RE GONNA BE SPIES?!" Junior asked.
"You'd bet your bottom POUND, YOU ARE!" Shirley replied.
"Don't we need, like, gadgets or something?" Laura asked.
"Right-o," Shirley replied. "Do follow me, children."
Shirley led the children around a huge laboratory where multiple vegetables were hard at work creating super cool inventions.
"Alright," Shirley spoke, walking around and handing the children various objects. "Since you're going to be spies, you might as well have some gear. We here at C.R.I.S.P. Labs have designed the most scientifically advanced weaponry—even more advanced than that of the United Kingdom or United States Militia."
"Uh, what's this?" Percy asked, holding up his weapon.
"This is a gun capable of firing deadly blasts of this fluid, which will dissolve the bone structure of any organism, rendering it as a blobby mess." Shirley spoke. "We call it "The Liquidator". All you have to do in order to use it—since it's voice activated—is to aim at the target, and tell it to activate."
"I'll use this wisely, milady..." Percy smiled and looked up at Shirley, his eyes wide, sweat pouring down his body, with a huge smile.
"HAH!" Laura cracked up. "That's just wrong..."
"This right here," Shirley said, pulling out a very strange looking belt and handing it to Junior. "Is a prototype Automatic Reaching Mechanical System, or A.R.M.S. for short."
"OOH!" Junior exclaimed as he was able to move around, which fired the machine and bought out a pair of robo-hands. "Now I'll FINALLY be able to reach the top shelf!"
Shirley then pulled out a small watch from behind a glass casing and handed it to Annie.
"This watch can do more than just tell the time," she spoke. "It can fire a laser, pack a punch, you can even play Tetris on it!"
"Thank you, Ms. Shirley!" Annie smiled, admiring the silver watch.
"You can play games on your cell phone and tell the time on your cell phone." Laura replied. "What's the big deal with that?"
"You darn children and your video games." Shirley grumbled for a second. "I can't believe some of our technology has seeped into the public eye. Anyway, moving on..."
Shirley yanked out a large box, dry ice emanating from it.
"This is for you, little carrot." Shirley handed the box to Laura, opening it up. "One of our top scientists in the Japanese division was able to come up with this beautifully crafted katana, combining the ancient wisdom of the samurai with the modern technology of C.R.I.S.P. It's a normal sword, except it has a GPS, a shock function, and a laser instead of a blade which can be activated by pressing this button on the hilt..."
Laura pulled out the sword and pressed the button, making a bright blue beam shoot up from the blade area.
"COOL!" Laura exclaimed. "It's a real LIGHTSABER!"
"Well, it's not really a lightsaber." Shirley replied. "If it was, we'd be fined for every pound we had!"
"By the way, who's Zed?" Junior asked.
"Oh, he's my boss." Shirley explained. "Here, we codename everyone after a letter of the alphabet, in this case, Zed is the last letter."
"Wouldn't that be 'Z'?" Percy asked.
"No, it's Zed." Shirley replied.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's 'Z'." Laura replied.
"Zed."
"Z."
"Zed."
"Z."
"ZED!"
"Z!"
"Stop it you guys!" Annie replied. "That's just how the people in England say the letter 'Z'. Nothin' to fight about!"
"She's correct." Shirley replied. "Anyway, come with me.."
Shirley led the kids past the science labs and into a large meeting area that was very dark.
A light came on, revealing a tall, red apple wearing a very nice suit and tie. The children hid behind Shirley, for they were not expecting him to be there in the first place.
"Hello, Zed." Shirley smiled.
"Agent S." Zed smiled. "Welcome, welcome, I have an excellent mission for y—"
The apple stopped talking as soon as he saw Junior and the other kids.
"Children?!" Zed asked. "What are they doing here?"
"Oh, yes—them." Shirley replied. "Like it or not, these kids will become the first C.R.I.S.P. agents in the United States."
"Hi mister!" Junior smiled at the apple.
"If there's one thing I can't stand more than children..." Zed said to himself. "It's American tourist children..."
"What was that?" Laura asked.
"Oh, uh, nothing..." Zed replied. "Dim the lights.."
The lights in the room immediately shut off.
"Now be warned, this mission is for your eyes only..." Zed spoke to Shirley. Then, he slowly turned to the kids. "A-and the children as well. You won't tell a soul about this, correct?"
"We promise Mister Zed!" Percy smiled.
"Yeah, we won't tell anyone!" Junior and Annie replied.
Laura snapped a photo of the lair with a throw-away camera, then quickly put it away as she saw Zed staring at her.
"Eheheh..." Laura awkwardly chuckled. "What can I say? I'm an American tourist! Heh..."
"Anyway," Zed spoke, dimming the lights a tad more and pulling up a small projector and a screen. "There is a very dangerous man out there who wishes to rule the world by force...you know, just like how it is every Tuesday."
The kids huddled closer together, for this was so much like a spy movie they'd seen.
"The man in question, as our sources have determined, is a new adversary, one who calls himself Dr. Yes..." Zed spoke, pulling up an image of a red apple dressed in a mad scientist outfit with crazy white hair upon the screen.
"Woah." Junior said. "That is really hi-def..."
"Kinda looks like Dr. Flurry." Laura replied.
Junior moved a little closer to the screen and squinted a little.
"You can even see the blackheads on his—"
"AHEM!"
Zed cleared his throat, clearly grossed out by Junior's description.
"—He has a most nefarious plot, which will be that at the world's largest concert, he will control all of Europe with music that is scientifically generated to hypnotize anyone who does not have one of these..." Zed placed a few, small, hearing-aid-looking devices on the desk. "In order to stop this, you must venture to six countries, where you will find the parts needed to construct a device that will explode the satellite from where Yes is projecting the music."
"Where are the locations, mister Zed?" Junior asked.
"The locations are as follows; you must first go to Venice, Italy, then to Barcelona, Spain, London, England, Killarney, Ireland, Munich, Germany, and finally, Paris, France, where the concert will be held." Zed then walked into a chute, where he was sucked up. "Good luck, all, especially you, children!"
"...well, that was strange." Annie replied.