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10 a.m.-Chicago, Illinois

Sam didn't want to admit it, but something told her they were going around in circles. No one in this town knew where Ninninedo Game Factories was. Clover tried asking a coffee shop owner but, he told them to go to the grocery shop owner, the grocery shop told her to go somewhere else and that's what led the girls into a current, non-conclusive circle.

"Girls, I think we have a problem here." Sam said.

"Tell me about it." Clover said as she ran her fingers through her hair. "We've been going around in complete circles for the last hour." She pulled out the slip of paper with the company name on it. "It's like this place never even existed."

Sam could only nod in agreement with her friend's grim outlook. She was about to throw in the towel and give up on their mission but, suddenly she saw a light bulb go off above Alex's head and she hastily took the helmet out of her backpack.

"What Alex? Is there something wrong with the helmet?"

"Duh." Said Alex blatantly. "This is why we haven't found anything yet. The instructions on this helmet are written in English."

"So?" Clover and Sam said in unison.

"So, the game was only released in Japan 3 days ago. There isn't a single Japanese letter on this helmet. It has to be a fake!" She exclaimed. Clover and Sam quickly rushed over to Alex's side to observe the helmet.

"She's right." Said Clover.

"So that means someone manufactured a fake to throw us off." Sam said. "But, the question is, who?"

"Yeah Sam. I mean which one of the 100s of baddies we've arrested in the past now has a grudge against us?" Clover said sarcastically.

"We could do a fingerprint scan on the helmet." Suggested Alex.

"With what? Our non-existent Xpowders?" She retaliated. "Maybe there's something in the jet?"

"Good idea Clover." They all scoured the jet with no luck in sight. No DNA or fingerprint scanner, no WOOHP weapons, not even a bag of complementary peanuts. They all dropped in their respective seats disappointed and tired. Sam then switched on the jet, forcing all 3 girls to put on their seat belts.

"Sammy, where are we going?" Asked Alex.

"We're going back to England." She said in a disappointed tone. "There's nothing we can do right now except examine the crime scene again. And hope and pray we missed something."

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1:00 p.m. WOOHP Headquarters

One after another, the WOOOHP guards dropped like flies. Of course they were completely knocked out. If they died, who would he get to become his faithful servants? A huge grin soon formed on his face at the thought of him running WOOHP. A farfetched dream was finally becoming a reality.

"Yo Scam." Boogie Gus interrupted. "I know that you're really itchin' to get this place under your control but, where does that leave me, that freaky clown and that uptight nanny?" He crossed his arms over his chest. "You weren't gonna leave us hangin' were you?" Suddenly, Jazz Hands and Myrna crossed their arms as well.

"Ok, and for the last time, my name is Myrna. The freaky clown is the freaky clown but, I am not the uptight nanny."

"Hey" Jazz Hands interjected. But, no one listened to him.

"Guys, c'mon." Scam said. "You really think I would drag you all here just to overthrow you all?" He put his hand on his chest. "Do I look like that kind of a guy?"

"Kind of." The other three said unanimously. Scam let a frown form on his face.

"Look, we're very close to throwing over WOOHP. I think it's time to create a name for our new organization. World Organization of Harming People is too generic." He looked back at his group. "Any ideas?"

"How about Mime Organization Noxiously Keeping Entourages Yielding?" Jazz Hands said hopefully.

"First of all, that made no sense." Myrna interjected. "Second of all, that name spells MONKEY. Not a proper name for a feared organization. How about Nannies In Masterly Brawny Organization."

"The NIMBOs? Heck no." Said Boogie Gus. "What about Boogie's Organization of Getting In Empires?"

"An organization named after you? Yeah right. How about we just stick with WOOHP for now? We don't have time to think about it anymore."

"What are you talking about Scam?" Asked Boogie.

"I'm talking about this!" As soon as Scam said that, he kicked down the door, revealing the new head chief of WOOHP.

"If you don't want to get hurt, I suggest you stay still and let us do our job." Each one of the villains helps up a weapon. Scam had the Stuntan Lotion, Myrna had the Windtunnel Hair Dryer, Jazz Hands held his custom accordion and Boogie Gus had the Rubix Zircubia ring.

The young man behind the desk was about to yell but a hit from Jazz's laser silenced him. He started to whimper and ran towards his desk to grab something but, Myrna used the Windtunnel to knock him back. Scam quickly ran over to the man and pinned him against the wall.

"See?" He asked hauntingly, "You didn't struggle so we're not going to hurt you." Scam could feel the man's body tense down a bit. "But, we're just gonna freeze you until you become useful to us." Scam started laughing as he pressed the Stuntan Lotion applicator against the young man's skin until he stood completely still.

"Myrna, shove this man into the nearest closet." He demanded as he tossed the body aside. "We won't be needing him for now."

Scam made his way to the complicated desk, filled with many buttons, gadgets, and gizmos he had no idea what they would do. Finally finding the button he needed, he pressed it and allowed his voice to fill the entire headquarters.

"Attention WOOHP. You are now under lockdown." He said with a chill in his voice. Scam pressed the emergency button under the desk, activating the security shields over all doors and windows.

"But don't be alarmed. We won't bite." He chuckled a little. "But, you'll bite back for us." Getting up from the desk, he handed Boogie the Stuntan and ordered Jazz Hands and Myrna to come closer.

"Get every single guard, employee, and criminal that's in this place and round them up in the containment facility." All three villains nodded as they headed out. Scam sat back at his desk and pulled out a computer chip from his front pocket.

Who knew such a little thing would soon cause so much damage?