Agent 99 stepped into the Chief's office, just seconds after the Chief had summoned her electronically and secretly via an unseen button on his desk.
The faux wood grain bulletproof/bomb-proof metal door swiftly slid open to allow the beauteous 99 to enter...
Much to the stupidly shown delight of Agent 86...
"Hello, Chief. Hello, Max."
"Yes, it certainly is, 99," dumbly delivered Maxwell Smart to Agent 99. Only to realize what he had said, and how it had nothing to do with this lovely CONTROL agent's double greeting. Scrunching up his face, while an aghast Chief stood politely at the entrance of a woman into his office. As did Agent 86.
"Please, 99, be seated," said the Chief, even as both he and 99 sat down, one behind the desk and the other in front, and to one side, of that self-same desk. "I'll go over the anti-KAOS plan with you. I'm sure 86 might need a refresher to that same plan."
Having said that last sentence with more than a little disgust over how stupid Maxwell Smart sometimes turned out to be. Even though, by blind luck or the ineptitude of the KAOS agents involved, 86 did have an almost perfect record of foiling plans by said KAOS agents. Otherwise...
"Now, Chief, you know I have a mind like a steel trap, when it comes to details of plans laid out by a leader as competent as you, and an agent as competent as me."
"Enough, Max," growled, with the tightly closed eyes and pinched nose that were the telling signs of an 86 caused headache. "Ok, 99, here's the details of this latest plan against a secret headquarters for KAOS..."
"You'll love it, 99," said, with a stupid half-smile, Smart, as another headache apparently gripped the Chief of CONTROL. "It's one sweet plan."
As a grumble issued forth from the Chief, who clearly wanted to bang his forehead on his desktop to get rid of the ceaseless headache pain caused by Agent 86...
"Uh, sorry about that Chief," awkwardly apologized Maxwell Smart, as 99 smiled in both amusement and affection for the CONTROL agent with whom she so often founder herself teamed. "Go ahead and tell her, I'll sit here quietly."
"If only that were possible, Max," mumbled the Chief, even as he popped another anti-headache pill into his mouth and washed it down with another shakily poured glass of water.
Later that day, at the KAOS-run bakery...
Seigfried, the clearly German, probably pro-Nazi, leader of KAOS was in the smallish temporary headquarters of said KAOS, going over their own plan with three agents of KAOS...
"Ve are here, behind this bakery, which has some of the most delicious fudge I've tasted since my Facist upbringing in ze Fatherland, to help pull off a coups in regards to destabilizing CONTROL in zees parts. Thus making KAOS once again ze greatest anti-Democracy secret agency zat has ever been known to zis world."
One of the three KAOS agents timidly raised his hand...
"Vhat is it, Agent 22?" Seigfried snapped, causing said Agent 22 of KAOS to quickly drop his hand. "Do you have to take a pee-pee or poop? You know where ze bathroom is located!"
"No, Comrad Seigfried," the cowed KAOS agent replied. "I was just going to ask if this would be an anti-Capitalism affair, too?"
"Of course not, Agent 22, you dumbkoff!" Seigfried promptly replied in a comical version of a scar-faced megalomaniac out for world domination. "Have you seen the profits zis bakery is making for us?"
As silence fell over the three attending KAOS agents, the leather-coat wearing Seigfried slapped his thigh with a riding crop to punctuate the ending of their little pre-destroy-CONTROL meeting...
"Awk! Zis briefing...is over...!"