Ok, so I didn't forget about this story per se, I just had no clue what to do with it...but I was watching some old Totally Spies episodes and it got me inspired again to write. So hopefully things go better the second time around (cue unsure laughter :D)
Beverly Hills- 6:45pm
The sky is laden with a layer of thick red clouds, giving their once precious Beverly Hills an ominous, eerie feeling. Buildings were now styled in a futuristic metallic sheen; citizens trolled on in identical black and red uniforms with 'Scam' neatly sewed in on the breast pocket, and to the far left of their utopia laid nightmarish destruction.
"He tore down our mall? Tim Scam tore down our mall?!" Clover clenches her fists tightly, a visible vein popping out. "I'm so gonna open a big can of WOOHP brand butt whoop on him once I see him."
"Clover calm down." Sam soothes as she places her hand on Clover's shoulder. "I think we have more important things to worry about, like what exactly happened here?"
"Tim Scam created a Scam city out of our Beverly Hills!" Alex concluded. "We have to stop him!"
"How Alex? We don't have Jerry, Xpowders or gadgets."
"Who needs gadgets when we have all this to work with?" Both Alex and Sam share a confused look, before ducking back into their cellar and rejoin Clover.
"There's everything here! Candle stick holders, Christmas lights, we just give em' a little spy magic and voila! A set of fully functioning weapons." Clover grabs a handful of items and shoves them into a nearby bag. "We can just store them in these…totally gotti reusable shopping bags, ew! Where are these things from, the 1490s?"
Both girls roll their eyes at Clover's expression before they all start ransacking the cellar. Alongside her candle stick holders and Christmas lights, Clover manages to fit in some Christmas ornaments and a screw driver. Alex collects a pair of old school roller blades, a can of air freshener, and jump rope while Sam holds on to a portable mirror, flashlight, and barbeque tongs.
"This'll have to do for now" said Sam. "But how do we go out without being noticed? I'm pretty sure we'd stick out like sore thumbs with our regular clothes."
"Leave it to me!" Alex announces from back. Skillfully jumping out of the cellar, she leaves Sam and Clover is awe and mystery before they hear a loud thud come crashing down. There's muffled screams a float in the air, and when it all goes dead silent, they're surprised to see Alex rush back down to them with three Scam suits.
"Anyone up for a little dress up?" Alex chides playfully.
"Alex, how did you…"
"I just used a little Tai Chi Kwan Do to knock 'em out cold." Sam and Clover stare at her wide eyed, large sweat drops falling from their forehead. "Don't worry; they'll be back up and running in no time. But we have no time to lose!"
"It's time to stop Scam."
--
WOOHP Headquarters- 7:40 p.m.
It was so liberating watching the citizens of his namesake town crawl under his feet.
This is what he craved, what he ached for, watching those tens of millions of people cater to his every whim. And all it took was a time machine, three insane co convicts and a dream. He didn't care what Boogie Gus said, going back to the past would be torture. Granted, it could change the space time continuum, but who would give up their life dream just to save a couple of suckers he didn't care about?
He leans back into his chair and prepares to relax. Time travelling 8 years into the future took a lot out of a man, and he was no exception. His head hit the leather of WOOHP's managerial seat and remarked at the familiarity it held. This was him years ago, so close to ridding Jerry in space and so close to ridding him of his 3 prized possessions.
But that was before their retaliation.
He'd allow himself the privilege of relaxation but, it's suddenly taken away at the sound of harsh banging against his door.
"What?" He groans in an annoyed tone.
"I am sorry Scam." Jazz Hands apologized. "But there is a disturbance in paradise."
"What are you talking about?"
"I am talking about those pesky WOOHP spies."
"What?!" Tim seethes. The last he heard, Boogie Gus had sent the girls on a time travel mission. In the 1500s.
"Yes, it seems as though Boogie made a tactical error and accidentally sent the girls here, in our time."
Scam's hand slams against the desk in haste and couldn't help but yell in frustration.
"Where exactly are they now?"
"Currently scouring Melrose Aven…I mean Timrose Avenue."
"Well get rid of them!" He snaps. "I can't afford to lose this empire. Not now, not again!"
"As you wish" Jazz Hands grumbles before turning around. He just about makes it past the door before Scam makes an audible cough.
"Did you forget something?"
"I'm sorry" Jazz Hands mumbles, rolling his eyes in annoyance. "As you wish, master."
"Much better." Scam moans as he leans back into his chair. "Now go get those girls now!"
"Yes master."
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Beverly Hills- 7:23 p.m.
"You know, this reminds me of the time we accidentally went into the future and Mandy turned into a psycho television reporter. Except Mandy's uniform had a little more style than these itchy old things." Clover runs her hands across the cloth in hopes of relieving the irritation but, did so with no avail.
Sam, itching just as aggressively as Clover adds, "Which is why we have to figure out how to stop this mess from getting worse. If only there were some clues…"
"What about that weird radio tower thingy up their?" They both look towards the direction Alex is pointing to and notice bright red radio waves circulating through the air. They shoot out continuously from an old, weathered radio tower.
"Good job Alex! But where exactly are they coming from?"
"It's coming from that direction." Clover exclaims. "Right on…"
"…WOOHP Headquarters!" They all shriek together.
"So that's what happened" said Sam. "In the future Tim Scam took over WOOHP, created some high frequency mind control device and managed to take over California and turn it into his own empire."
"That creep!" Clover sassed. "With such a horrible fashion sense."
"Well, we're not going to accomplish anything by standing here." Alex interjects. Smashing her fist into her open hand she says, "I suggest we take a more aggressive approach."
"I agree Alex. I say we take out Scam, get rid of that mind control machine and save our Beverly Hills before it's too late!"
"C'mon girls, let's go!" Sam commands. They break out into an energized sprint across Melrose Avenue, in hopes of quickly reaching Scam's evil public lair. But just as they make it towards North Gardner Street, they abruptly stop and crash into what seems to be a combination of thin air and nothingness.
Upon further inspection do the girls realize it's an invisible wall.
"Invisible wall, are you kidding me here?!" Clover lets out an exasperated sigh "That is so the cheapest trick in the book."
"Cheapest trick in the book?" A thick accented voice calls out from the sky. "Mimepark crafted this wonderful piece of mime trickery. It's a classic that cost an arm and a leg. And arm and a leg!"
"Jazz Hands!"
"The one and only." He indulges "Tim Scam is going to be so pleased with my meager offerings."
With that, Jazz Hands whips out his trademark weapon, the silencing Accordion. Thinking they have nothing to fight with, the girls make a quick sprint back to where they started but end up running…
…straight into another wall.
"Surprise surprise! It's an invisible box! Do my cheap tricks amuse you now girls?"
Sam, Clover and Alex struggle to get out, threatening to break free from the box or else. But Jazz Hands only laughs, throws his hands in the air and soon the box wobbles and wiggles, suddenly levitating from the ground.
"Oh yes, Tim Scam cannot wait to see you."
