Thanks for the reviews guys, great guesses for what's in the parcel, one of you were right, you'll see which one in this chapter of the story. Hope you enjoy this chapter. :)

Chapter 2: Hot Sauce Heist

...New EPF Spy Phone! "Wow!" I gasped.

Suddenly the phone beeped making me drop it in surprise; it beeped again, and then scanned my face as I looked down at it.

"Identity match: Agent W.N.E, playing secret message..." a robotic voice from the phone said and the Director (the head of the EPF) appeared on the screen.

"Dear agent, this is your new upgraded EPF Spy Phones." I picked up the phone and stared at the screen as the Director continued to speak in their masked voice. "You may have been wondering where your EPF Spy Phone has been for the last few days. Agent G borrowed every EPF agent's Spy Phone to update and improve them, as you have been informed in the letter we left at your igloos yesterday."

"A letter? I didn't get one..." I thought aloud.

Then I noticed Mater chewing on a piece of an envelope out of the corner of my eye, the same EPF symbol was stamped on the back of it. "Mater..." I sighed, as the recording continued.

"You will find that new features have been added to your Spy Phones to help with any upcoming missions, you'll also notice that these Spy Phones are smaller and thinner than the previous ones, and therefore be more practical in the Field. Use this Spy Phone well Agent. Be resourceful. Be remarkable. Be ready." And with that the Director disappeared as the video finished.

"Wow..." I gasped again. PIXAR my red puffle looked at me as if to say, 'Is that all you can say?' I giggled, as my phone vibrated.

I'd just been sent a text message; it was from Agent G, 'A highly unstable, flammable substance was stolen from the Pizza Parlor! This could have exceedingly devastating consequences. I repeat. This is bad.'

"What?" I was shocked I didn't know something had been stolen.

Then I noticed the newspaper on the floor and picked it up. 'Hot Sauce Heist' read title of the main story article, and a photo of Jet and another agent at the Pizza Parlor was on the front cover. My eyes grew wide as I read the rest of the paper...

Hot Sauce Heist

Pizza chefs were alarmed to find the giant bottle of hot sauce was stolen from the Pizza Parlor this week. Special agents are currently on the scene to investigate this mysterious case.

When chefs came in to make pizzas, they discovered the hot sauce bottle, normally above the pizza oven, was missing. The Pizza Parlor itself was a mess with tables overturned, hot sauce splattered across the floor, and significant damage to the room.

Citizens are asked to remain calm. Special agents are investigating this alarming disappearance and have everything under control. Currently the Pizzatron 3000 is out of order due to the missing hot sauce. Citizens are advised to enjoy a fish dog or smoothie instead.

If you have any information that may help solve this puzzling case, report it to the special agent at the scene.

Construction Work Delayed

By Rookie – Hey guys! Repairs to the Everyday Phoning Facility are ON HOLD. Because the hot sauce is missing. Which is bad news. We need everyone to help out. Even the guy whose job it is to "hand me that thingamajig." Like me. Without hot sauce, there's no pizza. Which is the WORST news. 'Cos my tummy is grumbling, and I've had tuna sandwiches for lunch for the last 17 days.

But we'll get back to work on construction as soon as possible. And the Everyday Phoning Facility will be better than ever! I saw the blueprints the other day and the hologram was SUPER cool. But they probably won't let me touch it. Wait... that might have been classified. Forget I said that. Does this message self destruct? Or is this the kind I'm supposed to eat?

... As I read the new 'Ask Jet Pack Guy' column a slip of paper fell out of my newspaper, it was a secret message from the Director. 'EPF agents, please report to the Command Room ASAP. The missing Hot Sauce threatens Club Penguin's safety. – The Director' the message read.

I gasped again for the third time that day, and most likely not the last. "Oh dear, sorry Mater but the Pizza Party will have to wait, I've got a mission to do." Mater sighed and started chewing his puffle hat unhappily.

I pulled my new Spy Phone out of my black hoodie's pocket and clicked the 'Missions' icon, 'New Mission – Report to the Command Room immediately.' I read and then clicked the 'Go there' button.