Tim Scam noticed something today.
His three least favorite super spies, formidable opponents as always, had him tied up, waiting for transport back to WOOHP. Tim had pulled a gun on Clover, only for Alex to take him out with a combination of advanced, WOOHP martial arts, and those ridiculous gadgets before he could land a killing shot.
So why didn't they shoot first? Why did the super spies never fight with guns? Tim used to be a WOOHP agent; he knew that everyone was proficient in, and carried at least one glock at all times.
"Humor me for a second, girls," said Tim, unable to go any longer without knowing.
Sam raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow. "Come again?"
"You're WOOHP agents," he continued without hesitation, "Why don't you fight with guns?"
Alex scoffed. "We're sixteen, Scam. Do you really think Jerry would let us carry firearms?"
"Why would he hire you if he didn't intend to make sure you could do anything, including shoot a gun?" Tim countered.
Alex got up in the scary super villain's face. "What makes you think we can't shoot?"
Sam grinned, "Maybe one day I'll show you, Scam, just how good I am with my tranq rifle."
"I'm not a fan of guns, personally," said Clover, "They're SO not cute."
As Sam handed Tim Scam over to two, burly adult WOOHP agents, she gave the super villain one last pearl of insight to take with him to prison.
"Just remember Scam, we may not use guns because we're too young, but that just means we're too good to need them."
Sitting in a maximum security prison later that day at WOOHP headquarters, Tim had to admit that maybe, Sam had a point.