Obviously, I based this chapter off of a certain TV show that's about to show up. This is my take on it.

My Neighbor MODOK

There are a great many organizations in the world known for terror and mayhem. And there are a few of them that are known for over the top plots and a touch of madness bending into insanity.

However, there were only two terrorist organizations known for not only madness, terror, over the top plots and insanity…But also disorganization, incompetence, constant backstabbing and just plain dumb luck that they hadn't blown themselves to bits.

Cobra was one of them. The other was Advanced Idea Mechanics…AIM.

Where Cobra Commander was the leader of Cobra, the leader of AIM was known as Mental Organism Designed Only for Killing. AKA. MODOK.

I know. Technically it should be MODOFK. But the acronym was too long. And harder to say.

MODOK wasn't always MODOK. Once he was a simple AIM technician named George Tarleton who had the bad luck to be chosen at random to be a guinea pig for an experiment.

An experiment that went very, very wrong. Well…For George's bosses. The first thing George…AKA MODOK did when he realized how powerful he was, was to kill them and take their job.

Although he had been mutated into a grotesque figure, he gained great powers. Superhuman intelligence. Information storage and retrieval on par with supercomputers. Psionic powers. Telepathy. Devastating mind beams created from thought. And could generate a force field that could withstand a minor nuclear explosion!

Which it has done from time to time. Mostly because of mishaps in the lab.

Unfortunately, MODOK lacked humility, common sense, and sanity. He was not as good as running an evil organization as he thought he was. Very few people told him that and even fewer lived to tell about it.

He was also terrified of squirrels. Long story.

MODOK had a massive bald head the size of a giant boulder with a purple and gold headband. Inside the headband was a red crystalized power source. He sat in a golden floating power chair with only his tiny arms and legs visible covered in a purple bodysuit.

How he got married to a hot wife no one ever could figure out.

They knew she wasn't made in a lab so there goes that possibility.

Apparently, his kids were cloned in a lab. So, no mystery there…

Yes, MODOK was married. With children.

Again, nobody had any idea how that happened.

Let's just go with it shall we?

To a surprisingly familiar scenario…

"All right are we all here?" MODOK asked his team in the conference room. It was filled mostly with AIM scientists wearing their familiar body covered yellow hazmat suits. "Gary? Do you have today's agenda?"

"Right here boss!" Gary, MODOK's personal assistant wearing the same hazmat suit as everyone else gave him the computer pad. "Coffee?"

"Uh later," MODOK waved. "I'd like to…"

"GAAAAAAKK! GAKKK!"

"Oh, dear God what the hell is that?" MODOK gasped at the sound.

Dr. Monica Rappaccini, a black-haired woman wearing a lab coat covering a blue uniform spoke up. "It's just another one of my experiments." She picked up a small pet carrier.

"Another one?" MODOK groaned as he looked at it. "All I see is fur and…"

"BLEAAAAHHH!" Green vomit came out of the carrier.

"Oh, dear God…" MODOK wrinkled his nose. "What unholy creation did you make this time? A vomiting Tribble?"

"It was supposed to spew out acid," Monica sighed. "I was going to sell it online to some Star Trek enthusiasts."

"You'd be better off putting that thing out of its misery and flushing it down the toilet!" MODOK winced. "Get that thing out of here!"

"You! Take this to my lab," Monica ordered an AIM scientist. "And don't let it out of it's cage!"

The AIM scientist took the carrier. He stepped a few feet before poking at the creature through the gate. He screamed when it bit him. He accidentally opened up the cage. Suddenly he was attacked by a round ball of puking fur.

"AAAAAHHHHHH!" The scientist screamed in agony as the thing attacked him. He stumbled out into the hallway.

"You heard me tell him not to open the cage, right?" Monica sighed.

"I heard you," MODOK agreed. "Those were very clear instructions."

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"

"BLEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"

"Don't know where I went wrong with that experiment," Monica frowned.

"I can," MODOK sighed. "The fact that you ran that damn experiment in the first place is where you went wrong with it!"

"AAAAAHHHHH!"

The screams were followed by the sound of several shots being fired. Silence for a second.

"OH, DEAR GOD!" The AIM scientist screamed out in the hall. "IT'S STILL ALIVE!"

"Oh, I did figure out how to make bulletproof fur," Monica told him.

"Well that's something," MODOK told her. "It's not a complete loss then."

"I like to think I learn something from every mistake," Monica told him.

"AAAAAHHHH!"

"I know Steve's learning a lot," Gary remarked.

"WHY WON'T YOU DIE?" The scientist in the hallway known as Steve screamed as more shots were heard.

Monica mused. "Now if I could just get it to crave the taste of human flesh a little less…"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

"Still better than that other thing that pissed all over my floor," MODOK sighed.

"BURN IN HELL YOU EVIL LITTLE HAIRBALL!" Steve screamed as the sounds of something burning was heard.

"I still haven't figured out how to make it fireproof," Monica added.

"These things take time," MODOK remarked as the fire alarms went off.

The sounds of people in the hallway putting something out were heard. Steve staggered in with a torn suit and some fingers missing. He collapsed on the floor. "Okay," MODOK sighed. "If Steve is done screwing around. We can get to work."

"Way to be a time hog, Steve," Another AIM scientist said.

"The doc clearly said not to open the cage!" Gary said. "Pretty simple rule to follow."

"He always does this," A third AIM scientist agreed.

"Wait is this everyone?" MODOK asked as he looked around. "You and Gary and a bunch of guys in yellow suits?" Where's the rest of AIM's high command?"

"You're looking at it," Monica groaned.

"Didn't we have more guys?" MODOK looked around.

"They're either dead or in jail," Monica glared at him.

"What about Jude the Entropic Man?" MODOK asked. "My Minister of Health?"

"He got some virus and died," Gary told him.

"Mentallo," MODOK went on. "Minister of Public Affairs."

"In jail after that embezzlement and sex scandal," Monica told him.

"Superia, Minister of Education?"

"Turns out she never graduated high school," Monica told him. "She's also in jail."

"Taskmasker?" MODOK asked. "My Minister of Defense?"

"Broke his leg in a freak accident and got caught," Monica told him. "He's also in jail."

"Dr. Defiant my dentist?"

"He was part of the last coup," Monica glared at him. "He tried to put a bomb in your tooth? Remember?"

"Oh right," MODOK realized. "I killed him."

"How did you forget that?" Gary asked. "You bit his head off dude."

"MODOK has killed a lot of people okay?" MODOK snapped.

"Yeah but how many of them did you actually bite the heads off of?" Gary asked.

"How about Graviton? My minister of…" MODOK stopped. "Oh, right he's dead too. Well how about…No wait, I killed him. Then there's…Hang on, I killed him too. Well how about Dr. Lyle…? No wait, I killed him too."

"There's been a lot of turnover in AIM's hierarchy during the past few years," Monica said sarcastically.

"You might want to consider killing fewer subordinates, sir," Gary told him. "At least the ones that aren't plotting to overthrow you."

"That's actually a good idea, Gary," MODOK said. "That's why you're my Number Two!"

All other scientists besides Monica started to laugh. "Hey! Hey!" MODOK snapped. "That's not funny! Guys, we've talked about this. I will not tolerate potty humor at this board table! Got it?"

"Ugh," Monica groaned. "Can we please get on with this meeting?"

"MODOK…" A female voice was heard. "Honey! We need to talk."

"Apparently we won't…" Monica grumbled.

"Oh, what did I do now?" MODOK groaned under his breath.

A beautiful mocha skinned woman with short wavy hair walked in wearing a purple and black spandex outfit. Over that a purple and black jacket. "Your wife is here sir," Gary spoke up cheerfully.

"Thank you, Gary," MODOK groaned. "Jodie…Love the new uniform. Love it."

"We need to have a talk about the kids," Jodie told her husband. "Is this a bad time?"

"No," Monica said sarcastically. "We're just having a meeting about the future of AIM. Not that important."

"Shut up!" MODOK snapped. "No, no! I promised that I would put the family first, and MODOK always keeps his word."

"Since when?" Monica asked.

"Okay first of all," Jodie pointed to the hallway. "Do you know something horrible smelling is on fire in the hallway?"

"Yes," MODOK nodded. "Steve's fault!" He pointed to Steve on the floor.

"Again?" Jodie asked. "Not important. What is important is the future of our children. I'm not so sure this move was for the best."

"Look you wanted to take the kids out of New Jersey," MODOK told her. "We took them out of New Jersey."

"To a remote island in the middle of nowhere," Jodie added.

"It's called getting back to nature," MODOK said. "Lou told me yesterday he saw the most interesting poisonous toads. He was very excited about that."

"Where exactly did he find them?" Monica asked. "Because a few of them may have escaped from my lab."

MODOK blinked. "That would explain why they had arms on their backs."

"I just don't know," Jodie sighed. "Don't get me wrong. I enjoy the super villain lifestyle. It's just that I worry about the kids. Especially their education."

MODOK told her. "Jodie you and I both know that all today's kids need to know is how to fix computers, look stuff up on the internet and do a Zoom meeting!"

"You mean an online conference call meeting," Jodie told him. "That new Zoom company isn't a thing."

"Oh, it's going to be a thing," MODOK told her. "Just wait. MODOK can tell. That's why MODOK sunk a large chunk of money investing into that company. Well that and toilet paper."

"What?" Jodie did a double take.

"Everybody needs toilet paper!" MODOK defended. "It's a staple! Just you wait, the first real crisis comes along…"

"Not that," Jodie said. "The other thing! I thought you and I agreed we would discuss any future investments before making them!"

"And we did," MODOK gulped and fidgeted with his hands. "We did. I made this investment before we had this conversation. So technically…"

"Ughh," Jodie groaned. "Fine. What else did you invest our money in before we discussed it?"

"Nothing," MODOK protested. "Nothing! Just that and the toilet paper thing. And some shares in Disney. But we all know that's going to go through the roof!"

Jodie glared at him. "It was Gary's idea!" MODOK pointed at Gary. "All his!"

"Ugh…" Jodie sighed. "Well I suppose since Gary picked out the stocks I'll let it slide. And Disney is a good buy."

"I know you're worried about the kids," MODOK told his wife. "But they'll be fine."

"Mellissa is threatening to burn everything to the ground," Jodie told him.

"She's a teenager," MODOK waved. "She's at that age where she wants to burn everything to the ground. It's a phase."

"She misses her school and her friends," Jodie sighed.

"Well there's this thing where we're all wanted by the Avengers and SHIELD and pretty much every government out there now," MODOK told his wife. "Going back to her old school may not be the best idea. What's left of it."

"I told her not to make a big deal about not being chosen prom queen," Jodie sighed.

"Okay so our daughter blew up a school gym with her mental blasts?" MODOK waved. "It was after hours. It's not like she went full Carrie on everyone. The worst thing that happened was that the principal got a tiny little concussion. That's all!"

"And let's be honest," An AIM scientist spoke up. "That gym needed some serious renovations anyway."

"I'm not excusing her behavior," Gary spoke up. "But that ended up being the night we all went on the run from SHIELD anyway so…"

"What he said," MODOK added. "We can't go back. We can only go forward!"

"I just worry about our kids having a normal life," Jodie admitted.

Monica snorted. "Normal? Seriously? Normal? Seriously?"

"Okay…" Jodie glared at Monica.

"Your children were created in a lab," Monica told her. "And one is a giant floating head like her father. Trust me. Normal was never in the cards for them."

"Normal is overrated anyway!" MODOK added. "The kids will be fine. They're very resilient. We've only just moved back on AIM Island. Just give them time."

Monica rolled her eyes. "Can we take a break from MODOK Knows Least and get back to the business at hand?"

Jodie glared at her. "Take a chill pill Monica."

"That's Doctor Monica to you!" Monica snarled.

"Oh boy…" MODOK groaned as he put one of his hands on his huge head.

"Here we go," Gary sighed.

Monica went off. "I have doctorates in Biochemistry, Toxicology, Physics and Liberal Arts! And yet I am not as respected as many of my male colleagues!"

"I'm sorry," MODOK interrupted. "You have a doctorate in the Liberal Arts?"

"Yes," Monica admitted.

MODOK blinked. "Since when?"

"Ugh," Monica sighed. "Look I was still a senior in high school and I was taking a few college courses to get credit before I actually went to college. And my mother convinced me that one or two classes in the arts and literature would not only make me well rounded but interesting to talk to at parties. Translation: She thought the fact I can discuss art and books would make me attractive to men and get me a husband! HA! Like that would ever happen!"

"Aren't you divorced?" MODOK asked. "That means technically you did get married…"

Monica ignored him. "And one class led to another and I found that I rather enjoyed some of my classes as well as having the challenge of balancing them with my more serious studies. And you know how I hate to leave things unfinished…Yada, yada, yada…I have a doctorate in that too. I just don't talk about it much. But it's still a doctorate that I earned!"

Jodie paused. "You do have a point."

"You're damn right I have a point!" Monica snapped. "Any woman who works for any doctorate should be respected as much as any man with one! Hell, in some cases several so called male doctors aren't even real doctors! But does anyone call them out on it! NO!"

"I suppose that's true," MODOK remarked. "I mean Dr. Strange used to be a medical doctor but he isn't one anymore. But people still call him doctor."

"Exactly!" Monica snapped. "There are dozens of men that are called doctor but they aren't but nobody says anything. Like…Like…"

"Dr. Seuss," Gary spoke up.

"Dr. Pepper," Another scientist spoke up.

"Dr. Love!" A third scientist added.

"Dr. Hugo Z. Hackenbush!" A fourth scientist added.

"Dr. Johnny Fever!" A fifth scientist added.

"Dr. Who!" Gary added. "Wait…I think he has some kind of space doctorate from his home planet. But I don't know if that school is credited anymore."

"What about Dr. Henry Kissenger?" Monica shouted. "He only got an honorary doctorate! All he had to do was show up and he got one! It's not even real but everybody calls him doctor! Nobody says anything about that! I WONDER WHY?"

"I wonder why I don't get some new people?" MODOK sighed. "Look it's just a title…"

"You want to go there, George?" Monica shouted.

"OKAY FINE!" MODOK yelled. "How's this? From now until forever you will be known as Dr. Monica! Or Dr. Rappaccini. Or Dr. Whatever The Hell You Want To Be Called This Week! But from now on you will always have Doctor first!"

MODOK went on. "And for the record, Doctor…I don't look down on you because you are a woman. I look down on you because you are an amoral backstabbing lunatic that happens to work for me who I would get rid of in a heartbeat if you weren't one of the few people that were slightly competent at their job! THAT'S ALL!"

Dr. Monica raised an eyebrow. "Was that so hard to admit?"

MODOK sighed. "Jodie maybe you should sit in on this meeting? I could use some input here."

"Oh sure!" Dr. Monica groaned as Jodie took a seat. "Let the wife sit in on the meetings! Why not?"

"Hey! I'm just as much a supervillain now as anyone here!" Jodie told her.

"And her blog Eat, Slay, Love is funding half of our operations now," Another AIM scientist spoke up.

"Good point," MODOK nodded. "What have you done lately? Doctor Monica? Besides making mutants that vomit and piss all over my floor?"

Jodie added. "Not to mention I'm a full-time mother."

"Oh sure," Dr. Monica groaned. "Play that card!"

"Just what does that mean?" Jodie snapped.

Dr. Monica sniffed. "I have devoted my life to science. I have never concerned myself with anything as pedestrian as being a mother."

MODOK blinked. "Wait a minute…Don't you have a kid?"

"I'm pretty sure she does," Gary nodded.

Jodie snapped. "You were just complaining two minutes ago about nobody taking your accomplishments seriously because you're a woman! That's what every mother goes through! Just because it's not your choice it doesn't make it any less valid than what you've done!"

MODOK added. "I know for a fact you have at least one kid. I once heard you talking about getting out of child support payments! You can't do that if you don't have a child!"

"Not necessarily," An AIM scientist spoke up. "There was this one time on Jerry Springer…"

"We're getting off track here!" Dr. Monica snapped. "AIM's main problem is a lack of significant funding! We can't live off of Mommy Blogs forever!"

"As much as I hate to admit it," Jodie grumbled. "She has a point."

"Look AIM has had problems before," MODOK told them. "But as the Number One Terrorist Organization in the world…"

"Fifteenth actually," Gary coughed.

"What?" MODOK did a double take.

"We're down to Number 15 sir," Gary told him.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?" MODOK screamed and pounded his tiny fists. "SINCE WHEN?"

"Well they just came out with the updated lists on world's worst terrorist organizations a few weeks ago," Gary told him. "Good news, we are way above The Quebec Separatist Movement!"

"That's supposed to be good news?" MODOK shouted. "Well who's Number One? Don't tell me! It's those jerks from HYDRA isn't it?"

"Actually sir," Gary remarked. "They've been kicked down to Number Two."

"Which they are," Another AIM scientist remarked. "In all senses of the word."

"Why? What other…Oh I get it!" MODOK snickered. "HA! Okay that kind of toilet humor is funny. Mostly because it's true! Wait if they're not first who is?"

"According to the new update," Gary read from a pad. "The most wanted terrorist organization in the world is…Cobra."

"Cobra? Wait a minute…?" MODOK blinked. "You mean those weirdoes with the snake theme? Had that whole Weather Dominator thing? Always fighting with those soldier guys? Haven't been that big since the 80's? That Cobra?"

"Yes sir," The AIM soldier nodded. "But they've made a big comeback this year."

"Really? What did they do?" MODOK asked.

"Here's the report," Gary sent the link to MODOK's pad.

MODOK picked it up and read it. "Let's see. Blowing up and wrecking cities all over the world. Picked fights with several drug cartels. Murdered several people in the cartels. Kidnapped and brainwashed some teenage billionaire and got him killed. Committed piracy. Theft. Murder. More murders. Arson. Fraud. Car chases. Responsible for a zombie attack. Seems pretty standard so far. Nothing that's out of the ordinary. Burning down and destroying…Chicken restaurants? Is that a thing now? What is it some kind of trend MODOK doesn't know about?"

"Apparently," Jodie shrugged. "Honestly I don't get it either. I mean I know fast food restaurants are mostly unhealthy, but I doubt they're doing it for a health kick."

MODOK read more. "Hmmm…Trashed Latveria and got Dr. Doom arrested. Good! MODOK hates that prick! And Latveria is like way, way, way overrated anyway."

"I went there once," An AIM scientist spoke up. "Worst vacation ever."

"I'm actually from Latveria," Another one said. "I got out the year Doom was sucked into Hell. Never looked back."

He kept reading. "Huh…Somehow he overflowed all the toilets at the UN. And the White House. And the United States' Supreme Court, Senate and House of Representatives. Ha! All right, I admit that's funny!"

"That is a good one," Jodie snickered. "I'll send you all the links to the videos."

"They are so funny…" Gary nodded. "Especially the one with all the Senators freaking out."

"Oh MODOK has to see that," MODOK snickered.

"It's soooo funny," Gary told him.

MODOK nodded and kept reading. "Destroyed several national parks and bird sanctuaries? So, people actually care about this now?"

"The environment and environmental terrorism is way hot this year, sir," An AIM Scientist spoke up.

"In other words, Cobra is cashing in on the current trends," MODOK shrugged.

"They also caused two volcanoes to erupt and caused massive damage," Dr. Monica added. "One in Latveria."

"That thing has been nothing but trouble since Doom made it," The scientist from Latveria spoke.

MODOK read on. "Huh. Destroyed several HYDRA facilities and got many members killed. Okay, we hate them so that's good for us. Mutated and let loose a giant goat that terrorized half of Europe. That was them? Impressive! Original! That's how you do a mutant animal Doctor!"

"Ugh," Dr. Monica rolled her eyes.

MODOK's eyes widened. "Attacked people with lions. Wrecked and robbed a few casinos. Stole the Little Mermaid statue and put in a different country. Poisoned and killed several people in Mexico with soda. Including a Telemundo soap star. Took over and wrecked an MTV party in the Bahamas?"

"I saw that!" Another AIM scientist spoke up. "That was crazy!"

"Hijacked and blew up the yacht of the European Bankers Association," MODOK kept reading. "Hijacked the yacht and killed a member of the popular band Coreyz R Here…Then they stuck another member on top of the Vatican…Is that the band Melissia likes?"

"No Dear," Jodie shook her head. "She likes Bobby Boyz."

"Bobby Boyz fans are natural rivals to Coreyz R Here," Gary added some information. "To be fair Bobby Boyz harmonizing is way better and they can sing A Capella."

"Oh yeah Coreyz R Here totally suck!" Another AIM scientist spoke up.

"They're posers!" Another AIM scientist added. "Total posers!" The other scientists agreed.

MODOK blinked. "I take it you're all Bobby Boyz fans?"

"We are so in the Bobby Brigade!" The first AIM scientist spoke up.

"Your daughter got us hooked on their music!" Gary said cheerfully.

"Really?" MODOK blinked.

"Bobby B is clearly the best," Gary told him.

"I don't know about that," Another scientist spoke up. "True he is the best vocally. But when it comes to dance moves Bobby G has him beat."

"Are you nuts?" Yet another scientist shouted. "Bobby D can dance rings around Bobby G! But Gary is right about Bobby B being the better singer."

"Bobby B is a passable singer at best," Another scientist snapped. "And both G and D are pretty good dancers. But if we're talking the full package. And I mean the full package, singing, dancing and looks. You have to go with Z Bob. I mean come on!"

"Z Bob is a freaking prima donna who thinks he's the white Michael Jackson," Gary spoke up. "When all he is, is a Tito at best!"

"You take that back!" The Z Bob scientist shouted.

"Make me!" Gary shouted back.

"I like Coreyz R Here," Another scientist spoke up.

"SHUT UP JERRY!" All the other scientists shouted at him.

"We should hold some kind of recruitment drive for new people," Jodie remarked as the scientists bickered.

"Agreed," Dr. Monica sighed.

"Can we just move on?" MODOK snapped. That silenced the arguing. "Let's see what else Cobra's done. Huh. Wow. I mean Wow! They wiped out nearly all of the Quebec Separatist Movement? In just a few hours?"

"That's the main reason they're at the bottom of the list now," Gary added.

"It says here that they even trashed Olympus, home of the Greek Gods," MODOK read on. "Boy those guys really did a lot this year."

"Yeah when Cobra stages a comeback," Gary nodded. "They really mean it."

"I'm impressed," MODOK put the pad down. "I admit it. MODOK doesn't get impressed easily but I am impressed! Hmmmm…You know? Cobra has the talent and ingenuity we could use around here? Maybe an alliance with Cobra isn't a bad idea?"

"Well it can't be any worse than when we worked for HYDRA," Gary told him.

"Or GRUMBL," An AIM scientist spoke up.

"Ugh I wish I could forget GRUMBL," MODOK groaned.

"Then there was the time we were part of the Serpent Society," Gary added.

"That too," MODOK moaned.

"Then there was that whole Blue and Yellow thing," Dr. Monica groaned. "When we went to war with each other for a time."

"Ugh that was even worse than working for the Red Skull!" MODOK rolled his eyes. "And he was horrible! Even for a Nazi he was horrible! We still have that No Nazis policy right?"

"Yes dear," Jodie nodded. "We implemented that after the last incident with the Red Skull."

"Good to be clear," MODOK spoke up. "No more Nazis! We don't want to be associated with those losers anymore."

"Really not good for PR," Dr. Monica admitted.

"Then there was that one weird month where we worked for SHIELD but they weren't really SHIELD," Gary went on. "They were a secret Hydra faction within SHIELD plotting to take it over and we had to pretend we were a different company. But then part of that secret Hydra faction wanted to break away so we ended up trying to play both sides…"

"I remember!" MODOK interrupted. "I admit it. That one got way too complicated."

"Hang on," Jodie spoke up. "Are you sure you want to work with these people? Cobra has a reputation for being unstable."

"If by unstable you mean extremely creative then yes!" MODOK told her.

"They once attacked Chicago with giant vegetables," Jodie told him.

"Well it's cheaper than hiring an army!" MODOK told her.

"I also have some reservations about forming an alliance with Cobra," Dr. Monica spoke up. "They have a reputation for creating unstable mutations that cause more problems than they are worth."

MODOK paused and looked around the room. "Really? Nobody's gonna touch that one?"

Jodie admitted. "You don't exactly have a leg to stand on with that complaint."

MODOK snorted. "We crossed that line like…ten miles back! No, this is what we need to do. Strike an alliance with Cobra. Now to find their base."

"Oh, that's easy," Gary spoke up. "You know that island not even twenty miles away from us?"

"The one I've been telling you to scavenge and see if there's anything useful there?" MODOK asked. "The one I've sent a bunch of guys too and barely any of them come back in one piece?"

"Yeah that's Cobra Island," Gary told him.

"So…We've been trying to invade Cobra Island for over two months now?" MODOK blinked. "WHY WASN'T I INFORMED ABOUT THIS?"

"You didn't ask," Jerry spoke up.

MODOK looked like he was about to blast him. "Does Jerry do anything useful around here?"

"He cleans the doctor's lab," Gary told him. "So yeah…"

"Honey…" Jodie warned MODOK. "It's cheaper not to vaporize the scientists."

MODOK groaned in frustration. "Okay fine! I'll spare your life! But only because letting you clean Dr. Monica's lab is one of the worst punishments I can think of!"

"It's not that bad anymore," Jerry said. "Now that I've lost my sense of smell."

MODOK groaned. "Okay so we want Cobra to be our allies now? How do we make that happen?"

"Well a peace offering can't hurt," Jodie shrugged.

"What do you want MODOK to do?" MODOK snapped. "Just show up on their doorstep with a fruit basket?"

"Actually sir," Gary spoke up. "According to this psyche profile we have on Cobra Commander…A wine basket might be better."

"Okay fine," MODOK groaned. "Just show up on their doorstep with a wine basket and say 'Hi Neighbor'?"

A short time later…

"Commander," Wild Weasel spoke up from the Cobra Command room. "We're getting a transmission."

"Put it up on the screen," Cobra Commander was in his chair in the command room. The other Cobras were in the room as well.

"Hi neighbor," MODOK appeared on screen holding a large wine basket. "MODOK here with a welcome home present!"

"What the hell?" Cobra Commander blinked.

"That's MODOK," Destro realized. "Leader of AIM."

"That I got," Cobra Commander remarked. "What are you doing here MODOK?"

"I heard you were in the neighborhood and I wanted to offer you a housewarming present," MODOK told him. "I know we've had some minor differences in the past…"

"We have?" Cobra Commander asked.

"I thought it was time we bury the hatchet…" MODOK went on.

"What hatchet?" Cobra Commander asked. "I honestly didn't know about you until a few hours ago when I got here."

MODOK pressed on. "I was thinking…Maybe an alliance between AIM and Cobra? You know? The whole taking over the world thing?"

Cobra Commander paused. "Yeah, okay come on in."

"WHAT?" Destro and the Baroness shouted.

"He brought wine," Cobra Commander pointed out. "And he's offering an alliance. Might as well hear what he has to say!"

"Oh this will end well…" Destro said sarcastically.