Cindy was home and watching Maxwell's videos on her laptop and was laughing at them. "Oh, definitely like!" she then clicked the like button.
There was then a sharp knocking at the door.
"Huh... Who could that be...?" Cindy rolled herself off of the couch, then walked over to the door and opened it to see two men in suits and sunglasses.
"Good day, young lady, I'm Mr. White and this is my associate Mr. Black, we'd like to have a word with you." one of the men said.
"Uh, my parents aren't home right now..." Cindy backed up.
"Acually, we need to talk to you." Mr. White told the girl.
Cindy gulped. "Yes...?" she whimpered slightly.
"Have you seen this gecko?" Mr. Black took out a photograph of Martin.
"Gecko? What's a gecko?" Cindy laughed nervously. "I've never seen a gecko before in my life! I gotta go..."
"Come on, kid, just tell us where the gecko is." Mr. White demanded.
"Uh, I haven't seen it?" Cindy muttered out, then grinend largely and nervously, shrugging her shoulders.
Mr. White and Mr. Black looked to each other and then back to her.
Cindy gulped. "I can't lie... He's over at Trent's house!" she then suddenly confessed.
"What's the address?" Mr. Black asked.
Cindy gave out the address as Mr. White wrote down what she said.
"Thanks, little lady..." Mr. white patted her on the head. "You've done you country proud... Now go play or whatever it is you kids do these days..."
"Oh, Jo's going to be so mad..." Cindy groaned as she then shut the door. "But she won't find out, so what am I worried about?"
"Hey, Cindy." Sledgehammer greeted.
"I RATTED OUT MARTIN THE GECKO!" Cindy cried out.
"Huh...?" the possum asked.
Cindy sighed. "It's a long story, Sledge..."
"Martin?" Sledgehammer asked.
"He says he kinda knows you..." Cindy shrugged. "His brother's name is Gex."
"Ah, Gex Gecko," Sledgehammer laughed. "Good times... We used to hang out by the swamp together all the time... Those were the happier days..."
Cindy grinned nervously. "Yeah, Martin's the GEICO Gecko."
"No way, for real?" Sledgehammer replied. "I really liked his commercials, especially in the one where he met the Taco Bell dog."
"Oh, yeah..." Cindy smiled, then looked curious and folded her arms. "Whatever happened to that dog anyway?"
"He, um, had to be put down," Sledgehammer replied. "Eh, at least that's what the Morton Salt girl said."
"Oh... I'm sorry..." Cindy winced, then picked up her possum in her hands and walked into the kitchen. "Let's get some food, huh?"
"Are you okay?" Sledgehammer asked. "I know you just sold Martin out, but you look a little distracted..."
"Uh, distracted? Me? Never!" Cindy laughed.
"Hmm... Okay...?" Sledgehammer replied suspiciously. "Hey, remember that one commercial where Martin decided to change his name to 'Komodo Dragon'?"
Cindy hummed as she opened the fridge door and looked for some food.
"Cindy?" Sledgehammer asked.
"Oh! Uhh... Yes, very interesting..." Cindy said as she took out the coffee pot and poured it into a bowl.
"I can't believe that he's still alive." Sledgehammer said.
"Hey, listen, I'm almost out of milk... KILOVEYOUBYE!" Cindy replied before dashing off.
"Hey, Cindy left without her communicator," Sledgehammer realized as he picked the device up. "I better contact Jo."
"Gotta get outta here..." Cindy muttered as she ran off. "Gotta get outta here..."
"Hang on a sec, Babe," Jo said, pausing the basketball game between her and her girlfriend as she answered her communicator. "Sledgehammer?"
"Um... I got some bad news..." Sledgehammer told Jo. "Cindy just ratted out Martin."
"She WHAT!?" Jo asked.
"She's acting weirder than usual," Sledgehammer said. "We were gonna have lunch, but she put coffee in a dog bowl!"
"What else?" Jo asked.
"Two guys named Mr. Black and Mr. White are on their way to Trent's house." Sledgehammer said.
"I feel like I know those names from somewhere..." Jo muttered. "Aren't they those government guys who always go to the Test house?"
"Yeah, they are," Sledgehammer nodded. "Sorry, but I had to tell someone about this."
"It's okay..." Jo sighed. "Cindy's been acting uncharacteristically selfish lately... There's this powerful gem that she wants."
"Um, Babe, Cindy is climbing up to your room." Justine said.
"WHAT NOW!?" Jo asked.
Cindy fell into Jo's room after climbing in through the window. "Phew... That could've been worse..." she then stood up with a smirk. "Now, if I were an all powerful gem, where would I be?"
"I'm gonna kill that girl," Jo narrowed her eyes. "Come on, Justine, let's go!"
"Right." Justine agreed.
"Oh, gem, where are you?" Cindy called out. 'Come on out~"
"Cindy..." Jo lowly growled.
"Oh, Squeak, she found me!" Cindy panicked.
"You bet I did..." Jo came right behind her.
Cindy shivered and whimpered.
"What did I tell you...?" Jo picked her up off the floor. "I don't know what's gotten into you, but I don't like it..."
"Please, I'm just a little girl, you can't hurt me..." Cindy made puppy dog eyes.
"Oh, don't give me that crap." Jo rolled her eyes.
"I'm just a widdle chiwd." Cindy continued.
"I'm sorry, Cindy, but you have been acting bad lately." Justine added.
Cindy gulped. "What're you gonna do, send me to the other realm until my grandma comes pick me up? Drell has the flu!"
"Maybe that should be your punishment, being his nurse." Jo suggested.
"Oh, no, no, no, no!" Cindy begged.
"Or there's the section option." Jo then suggested.
"You can't hurt me," Cindy replied. "I have a tiger, and I'm not afraid to use him!"
"QUIET!" Jo scolded.
"Eh!" Cindy crouched up in a ball, nervously. "What's the second option?"
"This is your last warning," Jo told Cindy. "Do it again, and I will unleash my wrath on you so horribly, that nobody will be able to stop me."
"Irma warned me she would do the same thing to me someday..." Cindy gulped.
"Who're you more afraid of?" Jo taunted. "Me or Irma?"
"I'm afraid of Irma, but she also plays pranks on me all the time..." Cindy said. "She's like the big brother who wants to give you a noogie and a wedgie at the same time... I don't thnk I could last spending a day with her."
Jo merely grinned to that.
"Oh, no, no, no, please, I'll behave," Cindy begged. "Don't send me to her!"
"Maybe I should... That'll be your punishment for now and if you slip up again, you'll face my wrath." Jo said.
"No, I-I'd rather take care of Drell!" Cindy smiled nervously and sweated. "Come on, Jo, let's talk about this!"
Jo laughed at Cindy.
"SOMEONE HELP!" Cindy whimpered.
The door was then knocked down by Kimba who soon growled at the jockette.
"Oh, great, it's you." Jo muttered.
Kimba snarled and came into the bedroom, grabbing Cindy by his fangs.
"Kimba, I'm glad you're here." Cindy told her tiger.
"Nobody is going to hurt my mistress." Kimba threatened.
"Ugh, that tiger is always in our business when it doesn't concern him." Jo complained.
"Kimba, we're sorry, but Cindy has done something..." Justine said. "She keeps trying to take something that doesn't belong to her."
Cindy gulped and shivered.
"You can't take my mistress away," Kimba snarled. "I WON'T LET YOU!"
"Look, we can do this the easy way or the hard way." Jo warned the white tiger.
"Don't hurt Kimba, Jo!" Cindy begged.
"Shut it, Butler!" Jo glared.
"You leave my mistress alone, demon!" Kimba glared to Jo.
"This is getting ugly..." Cindy shivered.
"You're going, and that's it!" Jo glared as she grabbed Cindy after creating a portal.
"Jo, you're hurting me." Cindy said.
"GOOD!" Jo started to swing Cindy back and forth before flinging her right into the portal.
Cindy screamed on the way.
"MISTRESS!" Kimba cried out before growling at the jockette.
"What are you looking at, Cat?!" Jo glared.
"Bring her back!" Kimba demanded.
"No, and you won't make me!" Jo glared.
"Oh, we better tell Trent that Mr. White and Mr. Black are heading over to his house." Justine suggested.
"Right..." Jo said, then glared to Kimba. "This isn't over, you overgrown throw rug."
"You better return my mistress, you fleabag." Kimba glared back.
"Yeah, yeah, Justine, call Elvis." Jo said.
"You got it." Justine nodded.
In Trent's room...
"You have a lovely house, Trent." Martin complimented.
"Thanks." Trent smiled as he sat on his bed. "Sorry, I don't have a cage, so that old box will have to do."
"It'll be fine for now." Martin smiled back.
"I'll bring you some dinner." Trent decided.
"My pleasure, nothing too spicy, okay?" Martin asked.
"You got it..." Trent nodded, then left his room to get to the kitchen.
"I really appreciate these kind folks to help me." Martin smiled about the others.
"Don't mention it!" Trent called.
Trent's mother was washing up dishes, she then smiled to see her son. "Hungry, honey?"
"Yeah, Mom, what do we have?" Trent smiled to her.
"I've made some spaghetti." Mrs. McCord told her son.
"Great!" Trent smiled.
"I made you a plate." Mrs. McCord smiled back.
"Thanks, Mom." Trent said.
There came a ring at the doorbell.
"I'll be right back," Mrs. McCord went to get the door then. "May I help you?"
"We need to talk with your son." Mr. White demanded.
"What's wrong?" Mrs. McCord asked.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, but that's between us and him." Mr. Black said.
"Trent, there's two gentlemen who need to see you!" Mrs. McCord called out to her son.
"Hm?" Trent asked as he was about to get a little something for Martin to eat, then shrugged. "Hm..." he then walked out of the kitchen. "Uh, can I help you, sirs?"
"Yes, we've heard that you have a gecko in your possession." Mr. White told Trent.
"Uh, what gecko?" Trent asked. "The only geckos I see are on TV, sir."
"This guy." Mr. Black said as he showed a picture of Martin.
"Yeah, I see him on TV all the time, Geico, right?" Trent asked.
"We know he's here..." Mr. White glared. "A little birdy told us everything."
"No, he's not!" Trent replied. "Now, go away, please!"
"Then I suppose you wouldn't mind us searching your bedroom, would you?" Mr. White asked.
"No, not at all." Trent narrowed his eyes.
Mr. White and Mr. Black glared at him, then barged into Trent's bedroom. Trent came to the door-frame, then found Martin and hid him in his pocket. The two government agents were searching all around the room, turning everything upside down to find the gecko.
"Oh, my heavens!" Mrs. McCord walked by. "What's going on here!?"
"There's nothing here." Mr. Black said.
"Why are you rummaging through my son's room?" Mrs. McCord scolded.
"Ma'am, that's classified information." Mr. White replied.
Mrs. McCord glared to them.
"Uh, we'll get going then..." Mr. Black said nervously with a smile. "We can see there's no gecko in this room... We'll be on our way then..."
"Have a nice dinner, sorry to have wasted your time." Mr. White added.
"Gecko...?" Mrs. McCord asked.
"People are crazy, Mom," Trent said. "Now, uh, why don't you go back downstairs and watch your soaps?"
"That's a good idea, my son, thank you." Mrs. McCord smiled.
"Spaghetti all ready?" Trent then asked.
"Yeah," Mrs. McCord smiled on her way to the living room. "Help yourself! Save at least a bowl full though, you know how your father likes my spaghetti whenever he can come home!"
"Thanks, Mom!" Trent smiled back.
"No problem!" Mrs. McCord called back.
Trent saw the two agents driving off, then took Martin out of his pocket. "You okay, buddy?"
"Yes, I am, but I wonder who those two were able to know where to find me?" Martin replied.
"Someone apparently told them..." Trent said, then saw his phone was fully charged and Justine texted him a warning. "Oh, man..."
"A little too late, but how considerate of her." Martin smiled.
"But who told... Cindy," Trent said. "They probably went to her first."
"Do you think so?" Martin asked.
"Yes, I'm very positive." Trent nodded.
"That poor girl seems most unfortunate." Martin commented.
"You have no idea..." Trent rolled his eyes slightly. "But the gem is in good hands and Jo is handling it."
"That young man looks like he could survive in a war." Martin replied.
Trent chuckled. "Yeah, something like that... Come on, let's get you some food."
"Thank you." Martin smiled.
Trent then walked off to the kitchen.