"Dr. Tancredi!" Bellick called out across the infirmary, "I need to speak with you! It's important!"

"Brad, you're a nice guy and women such as I find forty-something year old men living with their mothers very attractive," Sara said hurriedly, "But I wouldn't go to Red Lobster with you if you were the last coupon bearing momma's boy in the world."

"But there's a special on popcorn shrimp!" Bellick protested.

"Ooh, shrimp?" Sara asked excitedly.

"Yep! But that's not why I'm here!" Bellick said, "You need to give approximately 300 inmates the rabies vaccine. Shipment just came in twenty minutes ago."

"Rabies?" Sara asked disgustedly, "How did that happen?"

"One of the inmates may or may not have accidentally made beef jerky out of a dead possum he found in the yard." Bellick said airily. "And then said inmate may or may not have shared the possum jerky with others, and then threw the leftovers in the giant mysterious cooking vat of doom while he was on kitchen duty."

"And I take it Haywire's back in the psych ward?"

"He says possum meat tastes just like oranges, if oranges were dead animals."

"Ah." Sara said while backing away slowly. "Well, I can start right now, I guess. Send in the first inmate."

"Can do." Bellick said, already out the door. "And before I forget, the hospital sent in two people to help administer the vaccinations. They're waiting outside."

"Oh God," Kellerman whined while adjusting his fake cleavage, "This is embarrassing."

"Come on," Hale laughed, "Don't be such a drama queen! It's not like we didn't have to dress in drag for our FBI initiation! Remember, the guy under the overpass saw us and said 'Hey! It's time for your FBI initiation! Put on this stripper-suit and EARN, bitch!' Haha wasn't that just-" Hale stopped talking immediately when he saw the look on Kellerman's face.

"Uh, Danny," Kellerman said uneasily, "What are you talking about? The FBI wouldn't make us do that."

Realization dawned on Hale's face and was quickly replaced with a look of terror.

"Oh God."

"Exactly."

The two somewhat respected agents were a sight to behold. Hale, aka Miss Rhonda Farnsworth was wearing a tight fitting black cocktail dress with a large 'Lone Star State' belt buckle on a brown leather belt encircling his waist, despite the fact that he was from Michigan. He wore diamond encrusted stilettos on his feet (where else?) and what could only be described as 'Major Bling-Blingage Fo Shizzle' on his neck in the shape of a dollar sign. And to top it all off, he had a large blonde beehive atop his cranium, complete with sparkles and adorable little clips. Kellerman, aka Miss Victoria Reilly, was a slightly less flashy dresser. He or She wore a cute blue tank top that said 'Heart Breaker' on it, completely exposing his hairy man muscle arms, and some navy sweats with 'JUICY' written on the fannie-area. His hair was a simple ponytail, but it was colored neon purple because he was going for the 'unique rebel' look. He was also wearing a huge pair of silver sparkly boots he stole from Hale. And both men wanted to go the extra mile and make their costumes more convincing. So both Kellerman and Hale had shoved misshapen bath loofas in their shirts.

"Hey there ladies." Bellick said as he approached the "ladies".

"Oh! Hi! I'm Victoria, this is Rhonda! We're her to give the rabies vaccines!" Victoria said in a high falsetto.

"Alright then ladies, follow me." Bellick said, making it a point to wink at "Rhonda" when he let them in the infirmary.

"Hello. I'm Dr. Tancredi." Sara said when the opened the door. "I've been expecting you. The vaccines are over here, you know what to do. Bellick, bring the PI crew in here. It's time for their shots."

At that, Bellick and Sara left, leaving Victoria and Rhonda alone to vaccinate the inmates. While Victoria was vaccinating his 294 inmate, and Rhonda was sleeping on one of the gurneys, her phone rang.

"Hello?" Kellerman answered.

"Hello, Kellerman. I'm afraid to say complications have risen." Madame Vice President of Doom said. "In addition to vaccinating all the inmates, you must kill Sara Tancredi and recover the sacred jewel of AzerealmethenoBobBarker. This message will self-destruct in 5…4…3…2...1!"

"OH NO!" Kellerman squealed, chucking the phone at Hale's frontal lobe.

"Ouch!" Hale shouted, bolting up from a dead sleep.

"Hehe, just kidding." Madame Vice President of Doom's disembodied voice said. Hale's forehead apparently knocked the phone on speaker. "Oh I GOT YOU GOOD! Hahaha! But seriously, you need to kill Sara Tancredi. Goodbye."

The room was silent except for the dial tone.

"That woman really needs a hobby." Hale said, rubbing the keypad mark on his forehead.

Suddenly, the PI crew followed by Bellick burst through the door.