I thought I was going to finish this by the end of this month, but my goal is to finish this one and start another fanfic or two before I go back to official school.

(Jenny's POV, as usual)

Now, we're flying again, not another mission against the evils of outer space but an international dinner at the White House in our honor. And because Monger has no desire to have us get our evening attire trashed, we took, as Doc likes to say, the standard jumbo jet.

Because a green shirt was what I wore when I became invisible, I was wearing a shamrock green sleeveless teacup dress. I braided my hair without having to use a hair tie so it wouldn't get in my food or freak the senators out seeing a flying black ring. Susan's Princess Leia costume was converted into a strapless white dress, which went beautifully with her short platinum blond hair like she was the White Queen or something. It also had black lacy trim to keep it from looking like a bridal gown. The gown-matching-hair gig also went for Phyllis as she wore a sky blue gown that was ruffled waistdown. The top had a wide V-neck and grey sequin flower designs, and she had her hair pinned up into a thick bun. Liv's strapless gown was a golden yellow silk to match her wings and left her back open but her spiral-curled hair covered up the area where her wings popped out.

Link wore a tuxedo made specially for him, and Doc and Elijah, who didn't have his coyote look for tonight, wore regular tuxes. B.O.B. simply wore a silk black bowtie, and Insecto, following behind, wore a red rose corsage on her chest.

"Ah, Monger, monsters, everyone, good to see you!" President Hathaway greeted warmly, adjusting his traditional red necktie. He reviewed us monsters he's used to seeing and looked at the newer monsters. "And you must be advisors of of the monsters." He gestured to Phyllis and Liv. And to Elijah, he said, "And I guess you're an apprentice of these fine ladies."

"Excuse me," Phyllis spoke up, her eyes narrowing and lips pursed together. She took a step towards the President, and Doc stepped in front of her, changing her focus of anger.

"What my dear cohort is intending to speak is that she and these unfamiliar people you are seeing are our new monsters." He explained in a pacifist manner.

"I see," Hathaway said unprofessionally, rolling his fingers to pop them. "If you'll follow me, tonight we have the Queen of England, and the Presidents of France, India, Russia, the Phillipines, and Argentina." As the impulsive leader continued on with the introduction of affairs for tonight, we, the average-height monsters followed behind.

"Cohort," Phyllis grumbled. "Puh!"

"Ah, the monsters are here." A woman, recognizable as Hathaway's red-head wife, cheered with one of those cheesy grins walking toward us in a red business outfit. "George, you're sure everyone, even Enormica, will be seated comfortably?"

"Kathy, everything's under control;" He laughed, tapping the end of her upturned nose. "The staff know what to do. They always do."

"So, you guys are the monsters, eh?" The first lady said, nervously rustling her red fingernails through her necklace of huge pearls. "I've heard so much about you from George. It's finally good to meet you all." She glanced at all of us and raised an upper lip when she noted Susan's size. "Renee?" She called nervously. A blond woman in her mid-thirties speed-walked towards her. "Do you think Enormica-"

"Ginormica, ma'am," The blond corrected.

"Ginormica, sorry," Kathy apologized. "Renee, do you think Ginormica can be comfortably seated?"

Renee's smile faded as she turned on her headset.

Needless to say, Susan couldn't fit into the White House through the doors, so about two hours later, everything was set outside. Being as this sort of dinner was boring, I won't bore you with all the details, just the fact we monsters kissed the hands of those leaders. Of course, the presidents and queen sat on one side, us monsters and Monger sat on the other with Susan at the end of the table facing Hathaway. I was seated inbetween Doc and the President's spoiled nerd of a son named Aaron. Dressed in a little tux all of his own, he was about nine years old with a pair of glasses above his set of freckles and insisted that he sit by one of us monsters.

So why were all those leaders there? Basically, most of them wanted to discuss foreign affairs, and the President of Argentina wanted to thank us for our work down at Tierra del Fuego. He spoke Spanish, so there was a translator. The only thing that seemed funny was Hathaway's remarks at some of the things he didn't agree with that were translated. Again, it was all boring with the international affairs being translated between each leader.

"Haven't you heard?" Kathy asked us. "Aaron got an A+ on his history and math; he's such a smart little thing." On and on, she went bragging on darling little Aaron.

"Mom, didn't you remember that Wii game I wanted?" Aaron nagged. "I asked you yesterday."

"Sorry, lamby," Kathy grimaced. "Mommy was busy with the affairs of America's cinema theaters having their snacks at a lower price without going broke. We'll go get it tomorrow."

"Bleh!" I whispered. Doc elbowed me in the arm and frowned. "Careful, Doc; those Presidents can see every expression in those eyes. Besides, remember who's here." I nodded my head towards the Queen.

"I'm quite aware of that," Doc pointed out. "Also, your behavior could be noticed by international leaders and be discussed with the Prime Minister of Canada."

"Quit trying to bust me; the Prime Minister already knows I'm such an imp. And I'll bet anything Her Majesty already knows you're such a nutcase." He stared down at his plate and ignored me. "C'mon, it's better than 'quack.'" Still ignored. "Quack..."