Chapter 2

Clover, Sam and Alex had arrived back home from yet another hard-fought mission, which was just another unpaid day's work. Strange how the three of them never bothered to use their leverage and garner huge multi-millionaire dollar contracts considering how many evil schemes had been foiled thanks in most part to the three of them. But, now was not the time for negotiation. That latest spy mission (which had the three of them being bound and gagged for the 973rd time) had taken a huge bite out of them and it was time for some rest and relaxation in the outdoor spa.

Beverly Hills was experiencing a hotter heat wave than usual in the middle of July. This meant a greater emphasis on the suntan lotion! Given the triple digits on the thermometer, the girls had to apply the Coppertone on each other simultaneously very quick-like so as to counteract the sun's harmful rays in record time. Little did they know that this three-on-three massage was just the start of a mysterious fantasy!

An hour would pass along before the girls decided that the swimming pool would be the ideal place to cool off. However, the temperature wasn't about to sympathize any time soon. Clover, in her infinite wisdom, decided the solution to the heat problem would be to shed everything! They've had experiences the average person could only dream of, a little skinny-dipping would certainly pale in comparison. Soon, three pairs of bikinis were sitting by the edge of the pool while the best of friends were having their own game of volleyball, unaware that they were about to play another game, at the press of a button!

(back at WOOHP headquarters)

Peter: "Yes! Just the way we like our women! Nearby and naked!"

Joe: "Everyone countdown!"

All: "5…4…3…2…1!"

BUZZZZZ!!!!

On cue, the bottom of the pool parted like the Red Sea! Three loud screams emanating from hot chicks in their birthday suits were to be heard all the way from one end of the tunnel to the bottom.

Clover: "Jerry, you fucking pervert! There had better be an explanationnnn!"

Sam: "We're taking WOOHP to the Supreme Court for thisssss!"

Alex: "This waterslide better have a happy landinggg!"

SPLAT!!!

The spies were used to being greeted with the comfiness of a couch at the end of the tunnel. This time, though, it would be the gooiness of cheap dessert that would greet them at the very end. Our heroines swam up to the top of Jello Lake a lot stickier and worse for wear (not in the literal sense, of course). Their emergence would be Brian's cue for their introduction.

Brian: "And, dropping in from the ceiling, likely weighing sexy enough to pose for the cover of 'Creamsicle' magazine, give a "WOOHP, WOOHP" for Sam, Alex, and Clover!"

All: "WOOHP, WOOHP, WOOHP, WOOHP!"

Sam: "Who are you guys, what are you doing, where is Jerry, and why are we covered in this icky Jello?"

Quagmire: "You forgot to add 'when', as in, when is your match with your three equally lovely opponents going to start, which is, RIGHT NOW! Ring the bell!"

Joe rang the bell, and the three parole chicks pounced on the spies like a cat on a fresh mouse. All four men surrounded the Jello pool wearing 'Ref-er-EYE' cams (hats with cameras in them) so as to ensure great action from all possible angles. Classic women's wrestling action such as screeching and pulling hair was aplenty. The referees' math skills were 'conveniently' not up to speed with first-grade standards, as the guys took their sweet time in counting pinfalls and when asking the girls to break holds. Even Peter had trouble remembering what number came after '2'. Camera tricks, particularly the 'Zoom' function, were useful during restholds and other breaks in the action.

After 15 minutes of non-stop action, the office doors slid open and in walked an already ticked-off Jerry! The whites of every pair of eyes in the room could be seen as everyone wondered what would happen next.