Hi! Hope you enjoyed the last chapter. And I hope you enjoy this one as well. We are getting closer to the arc I've teased for Sean, but for now you'll have to settle yourself with an adaptation of one of my favorite episodes from Season 2.

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Chapter Forty-Eight

Here Comes the Sun

Red Square-Moscow-7:00 AM

Almost as old as the city itself, Red Square had been the site of many events in Russian history, including more than a few executions. Today, however, it was nothing more than a tourist destination. But the tour in progress was interrupted by a flash of light that came from hundreds of feet in the sky above. All at once, the winter clouds began to swirl in an unnatural way, not like a tornado, but it was unsettling all the same.

"Is this part of the tour?" a man in the group asked.

"It's never been on my itinerary before," the tour guide answered nervously.

That was when a bright shaft of light began to shine down from an opening in the clouds, heating the area around it. Even though it was late January, to the people in the city it felt more like July... in the Sahara Desert. And snow wasn't the only thing was melting as a result, but rubber from tires, the roads that people stood on, even steel structures began to liquefy and collapse.

Russia was usually known for it's harsh winters. This felt more like a scorching summer... in the middle of winter.

Santa Monica Beach-11:00 AM

"Help!" Clover cried out, waving her arms above the water in which she now waded in. "Help me! I'm- I'm drowning!"

"I'll save you, sweetheart," a voice said from above her.

Clover looked up to see a young man standing above her. Judging by the pasty complexion and scrawny physique, he was not the first person she had in mind. She stood up, revealing that her so-called drowning was only an act.

"As if!" she exclaimed dismissively, pointing back at the beach. "I want him to save me!"

She was pointing at David, who stood before an easel with a paintbrush in hand. He wore a green shirt with beige khaki shorts and dark green shoes. He was concentrating intently on his painting of the beach around him.

As Clover gazed adoringly at David she looked up to see a small plane pulling a banner that advertised a brand of sunscreen called Supertone.

"'SPF 10,000?'" she read as the plane disappeared from view. "Why bother going to the beach if you can't even get a tan?"

She walked over to David, flashing a pose in her pink bikini.

"Hey, David," she greeted coyly, though he didn't seem to notice. "I didn't know you were here."

David said nothing and continued his brush strokes.

"Wow," she said, pretending to be interested. "Cool painting."

"Oh, no! It stinks!" David disagreed, knocking the easel down and stamping on it. "All this pressure has me blocked.

"Pressure?"

David looked away in frustration.

"Yeah. There's this big art exhibition at school and I really want to show my best work."

Clover squealed in delight. "I didn't know you like art exhibitions too! I love exhibitions, especially the arty kind!"

Truthfully, she didn't like them herself, but David didn't need to know that. All the same, she struck another pose.

"Well, I came here hoping to find inspiration," he admitted.

As he turned away from her, she began to flash various poses as he rubbed his chin in contemplation.

"You know, if I could just find something or someone whose look says it all."

Clover's face lit up and she rushed back over to him, leaning into his face. "Like, what a coincidence! I just happen to have that very look!"

David turned to her and looked at her, considering it.

"Clover!" a gratingly familiar voice called out. "Shouldn't you be out raising money for your hair disaster relief fund?!"

Against her better judgement, Clover looked to her left and saw Mandy standing a few feet away from her in David, wearing a purple one-piece swimsuit and her usual smug smirk.

"Mandy," she said disdainfully. "What an unpleasant surprise."

Mandy snickered. "Although I'd love to continue lobbing slams, I heard David needs a model. And I, Mandy, am perfect model material!"

Clover scoffed indignantly. "Apparently, you missed the part where he said I'm modeling for him."

"But-" David tried to say, not having made his decision yet.

"Well?" the girls asked him as he began to sweat nervously.

"You know, I appreciate the offers, really. But maybe I should figure out exactly what I need first. I wouldn't want to waste your time."

Sensing an inevitable fight between Clover and Mandy, David wisely decided to go home for the day.

"You can waste my time anytime!" Mandy called out after him, so loud that she couldn't hear his sigh of discomfort, nor could Clover. She turned back to the blonde. "I am gonna get that look!"

"Whatever!" Clover argued back. "You are so not! I am!

"Oh, yes I am!"

"Oh, no you're not!"

"Why don't you give that hairdo back to the poodle you got it from?!"

"Oh..." Clover couldn't think of a better comeback. "Go brush your teeth!"

Mandy walked away chuckling while Clover just blushed at her lame comeback.

At the snack bar sat Sean, Sam and Alex. Sean and Sam were each sipping from a drink while Alex helped herself to a plate of nachos. Sam wore a pink one-piece and Alex opted for a teal rash guard with matching shorts. Sean was in his blue and green swim trunks with a black button down shirt that was open.

"Sam, Sean, Alex!" Clover's voice said excitedly from behind them. "You won't believe it!"

"Let me guess," Sean said, stirring his drink with his straw. "You finally got that skirt you've been talking about nonstop for two weeks?"

"No, even better! David's working on a painting and asked me to pose! Well, he almost asked me to pose."

"So he didn't ask you to pose?" Alex asked, bored and dissatisfied with the scarce amount of cheese on her nachos.

"No, not yet," Clover clarified. "But he might!"

"How... almost exciting for you," Sam said dryly.

"And you think you have what it takes because?" Sean asked, taking another sip.

"It's a cinch!" Clover argued. "All I need to do is become David's inspiration. Now, I know he appreciates beauty, so that's covered."

Her friends exchanged a look that said, "Here we go again."

"This conversation is getting cheesier than my nachos," Alex said, taking her plate over to the machine that dispensed nacho cheese. When she pressed the button, however, nothing happened.

"Let's see," Clover said to Sean and Sam as Alex continued to bang the machine in frustration. "I heard David say he likes subtlety... whatever that is."

"Basically, it means not standing out," Sean explained as Sam went to help Alex. "But since you live for attention, I don't think that's gonna work for you."

Clover scowled as he went to follow Sam. She followed and when all four friends were around the machine, Sam shoved Alex aside.

"It's all in the wrist," Sam told her, raising her hand. "You have to hit the pump straight on like this."

But before she could demonstrate, a trap door opened up and the spies fell screaming down a certain metallic chute. The ride ended on the same fuchsia cushion in front of Jerry's desk.

"Hello, spies," he greeted from behind his desk, upon which sat a painting of him surrounded by psychedelic colors.

"Hey, Jerry," Sean said back, taking notice of the painting. "Who did that painting of you?"

"Oh, one of our secret agents who moonlights as a secret artist."

"No wonder he keeps it a secret," Clover deadpanned.

Though momentarily offended, Jerry regained his composure and pulled up a map of the world on the screen behind him. The map showed Russia and Mexico highlighted in red.

"Now, about your next mission," he said. "As you can see by the red highlighted regions, we're experiencing potentially destructive atmospheric phenomena over Russia and Mexico."

"Maybe we should check out Mexico," Alex suggested. "I'm owed some decent nachos."

"Personally, I don't care where we go," Clover said. "As long as it's a place where women have... a look."

"Well," Jerry returned. "If this look you're talking about involves babushkas, you'll have your wish."

Alex gasped. "You're sending us to Hawaii?!"

"Uh, nyet," Sam corrected. "We're going to Russia."

"Da," Jerry confirmed. "But rest assured, you'll be fully stocked with innovative yet devious devices. Behold the Icy Fresh Liquid Nitrogen Breath Spray, the Wind Tunnel 3000 Tornado Blast Hairdryer, a pair of M-ray Contact Lenses, an XYZ, that's X-ray You Zoomticator, and your old favorite, the U.P.W.A.T.I."

"Underwater Power Walking Apparatus That's Inconspicuous," the spies said in unison, putting on their backpacks. "Duh, Jerry!"

"Congratulations," Jerry said sarcastically. "You all get an A."

"And an XYZ," Alex added.

"Don't forget the all-important T.T.F.N."

"T.T.F.N?" Sean asked as Jerry reached for a button on his desk.

"Ta-ta for now!" he exclaimed as he pressed the button, sending Sean and the girls down a trapdoor. "I can't believe they fell for that one."

Red Square-Moscow-1:20 PM

Though his gear included a sweater, Sean stood outside a shop shivering. It was bad enough that their mission started in Russia-one of the coldest places on the planet-but even worse was that it was the middle of winter. By the looks on their faces, the girls were just as uncomfortable.

"I guess Jerry forgot to mention the part about freezing our butts off!" he complained, teeth chattering.

A man in a scarf passed by them, prompting Clover to scoff.

"Oh, come on!" she exclaimed. "I was hoping to find a look! The only look anything around here could inspire would be a makeover!"

A gloved hand soon found itself in the spies' faces, holding four pairs of purple sunglasses. The hand belonged to a man with brown hair and a dark trench coat, his eyes covered by a similar pair of glasses.

"Nice to finally meet you," he said. "I'm BOB. I was told to meet you here."

The four teens stared at him, unsure as he kept his hand extended with the glasses still in his palm.

"Put these on," BOB insisted and they each took a pair. "They're Laserbands and they'll protect your eyes from the powerful rays."

"Guess Jerry forgot to mention that too," Alex said as she and her friends put the glasses on.

"Okay," Sean said. "So you know about us. But how do we know we can trust you?"

"Yeah," Clover agreed. "Like, is your name really 'Bob', BOB?"

In response, BOB held out a rectangular badge identical to the one Sean had seen most W.O.O.H.P agents carry, himself included.

"Like you four," BOB explained. "I'm also a W.O.O.H.P agent. And BOB is actually my codename for 'Brains over Brawn'."

He lifted his sunglasses, revealing a pair of cobalt blue eyes.

"Oh, I'd choose brains any day," Sam said.

"Yes," BOB agreed. "Well, whatever substance is burning that hole up in the clouds has me completely stumped."

"Maybe I can help," Sean offered, pulling out the Wind Tunnel 3000 Tornado Blast Hairdryer, which had an additional function of collecting air samples. However, he forgot to activate that function and instead, it blew him backwards before sending a few cars into a traffic pileup.

"Oops," he admitted bashfully. "Meant to hit the reverse switch."

Before he could do so, however, the sun began to burn brighter than it normally did this time of day, especially on a winter day in Russia. Not only that, but all at once people began to panic and remove as many layers of outer clothing as they could before rushing for shelter.

"Unbelievable!" BOB exclaimed, thinking that the sudden increase in temperature was because of the hairdryer. "I didn't even see you turn it on!"

"That's because I didn't," Sean confessed. "But I'd better get an air sample fast."

He switched the hairdryer into reverse and pointed it at the damaged sky above him, sucking in the air and the chemicals that tainted it.

"Done," he said at last as the sunlight died down. "I'll just digitally transmit the sample to Jerry. We should have an answer in no time."

At a nearby shop window, Clover squealed in delight at the sight of a mannequin wearing a traditional Russian outfit.

"Hey!" she exclaimed. "Maybe that's what David wants! Uniqueness and with one of those cute furry hats! He'll beg me to pose!"

Just then, a nearby TV in the same window switched over to a commercial, this one advertising something Clover had seen before.

"Supertone Sunblock?" she asked as it flashed across the screen. "Freaky. I saw an ad for that stuff on the beach in L.A."

Her teammates and BOB came over, watching the ad with interest. In it, a tanned, blonde woman sat on a beach in a red bikini, holding up a bottle of the sunblock she was advertising.

"I may be hot," she said in a sultry voice. "But I won't get burned. Unlike these losers," an image of two men appeared on the screen, both looking badly sunburned. "I use Supertone Sunblock."

Just then, Clover's Compowder rang. She answered it, seeing Jerry's face appear on the screen.

"Yeah?" she answered. "What is it, Jer?"

"Apparently," Jerry replied. "The volume of chemicals floating in the sky above you... Clove."

"What do you think is causing it?" Sean asked from over Clover's shoulder.

"By the high level of radioactivity," Jerry explained. "We can only assume it's the-"

"-effects of some sort of solar-powered atmospheric laser," Sam picked up.

"Precisely, Sam. All we know is that the laser appears to be generating most of its strength from the Alaskan shoreline, a place you should investigate next. A W.O.O.H.P missile will pick you up momentarily."

In Jerry's case, "momentarily" meant "in less than a nanosecond", for that was when a missile shot itself through the streets and picked the four friends up with a mechanical claw and stuffed them in a hollow compartment inside.

"Good luck, agents!" BOB said, waving goodbye. "Keep those Laserbands and keep in touch!"

Alaska Coast-3:20 PM

As the missile flew into Alaska's airspace, it jettisoned the four spies out, already in their spy uniforms. They slid down the snowy slope of a hill just as an intense ray of sunlight came shining down through the clouds. After a quick ride, they stopped at a town, the hot sun melting the snow off of their clothes.

"Whoa!" Alex exclaimed, shielding her eyes. "Hot enough here or what?"

"I'll say," Sean agreed as the girls looked at him in concern. He noticed their faces. "What?"

"Uh, Sean?" Clover asked. "Don't freak, but your face..."

"What about my... OW!"

He rubbed the left side of his face reflexively when Clover pointed it out and his skin seared in pain when his hand made contact. In confusion, he reached into Clover's purse and pulled out a compact mirror. What he saw would have made his face go pale if half of it wasn't red.

"Oh shit!" he swore. "I got sunburned!"

"Well then," Sam said ushering the group onward. "We'd better stop talking and start looking for the source of the laser before it blows a bigger hole in the sky and we all burn up... literally!"

Alex and Sean looked at Clover, who was still preoccupied with what she wanted her look to be.

"Okay, okay," she said defensively. "I'm looking!"

As they followed Sam, Sean's fingers barely traced the burned surface of his face. Despite living in a place that was well known for being sunny, Sean had never gotten a sunburn in his life. Until now.

Coming further into town, they saw a stand underneath a booth shaped like the sun. In front of it, dozens of people were clamoring to buy the only product sold at the stand: Supertone Sunblock.

"Man!" Clover commented. "Whoever came up with that sunblock 10,000 couldn't have picked a better time!"

"Yeah!" Alex agreed. "Just when all this weird weather phenom is happening!"

"You're right, Alex," Sam said, furrowing her brow in concentration. "The timing is too perfect. Sean, what's the exact temp?"

Sean pulled out his wallet phone, the screen of which now displayed the current temperature.

"110," he reported. But then it rose. "No, make that 20. No, 30."

Not wanting to get any part of himself burned further, he looked at the stand.

"Maybe we should buy a bottle before it's too late," he suggested.

The crowd dispersed, leaving a stand emptied of customers, vendors and sunblock.

"It's too late," Clover moaned.

The sudden rush of heat on their backs and the intensifying sunlight announced that burned skin was soon going to be the least of their problems. For then and there, the pavement they stood on began to melt under the extreme heat.

"I can't move my feet!" Clover cried out.

Alex, Sean and Sam tried moving, but had the same result. The tar beneath them had become like glue, trapping them.

"There's gotta be a way to cool off this hot tar," Sam said.

Clover reached into her pocket and pulled out the blue bottle of breath spray Jerry had given her. Spraying it at the tar beneath her feet, it cooled and solidified, allowing her to break it and get back on solid ground. She repeated the process with her friends, who broke free in the same manner.

"Thanks, Clover," Sean said. "Don't suppose you have any aloe vera on you?"

But she had no time to give an answer before the sun's rays began to grow hotter again.

"Come on!" she urged to the others, pointing to a nearby truck. "Jump!"

The spies leapt onto the roof of the vehicle, catching their breath.

"We should be safe up here," Clover said. But she was wrong. Just then, another hole began to open along side the other. The sun was bright, but Sean could swear he saw the laser that was causing it in the distance.

They jumped off the truck just as the sun melted it into a puddle of yellow paste.

"That is definitely not a ray of hope," Alex said as they landed on the roof of a nearby car.

"Guess Jerry forgot to mention our enemy is the sun!" Sean exclaimed, pointing to the red half of his face.

The blue laser fired again, opening another hole in the sky that let out a dangerous burst of sunlight. The spies barely jumped out of the way in time to avoid getting scorched.

They hopped from car to car as each one they jumped on melted as soon as they found another one. Soon enough, they ran out of cars and fell off a nearby dock into the ocean.

They surfaced as Clover sighed in relief. "That was close."

The sunlight faded.

"Our best bet now," Sam said. "Is to follow the path of the laser and find out who's behind all this."

Nodding, Clover took out her Compowder.

"Jer," she said, speaking into it. "You got a speedboat handy?"

Jerry smiled.

"As a matter of fact..." he trailed off as a pink hydrofoil come up beside them.

"Think that would work if I asked for a new summer wardrobe?" Clover asked, prompting her teammates to glare at her.

"Not likely," Jerry said dryly. And he hung up.

"Okay," Sean said to the girls, climbing aboard the boat. "Let's get out of here before this..." he pointed to his burned face. "Happens again."

Pacific Ocean-6:00 PM

For nearly three hours, the hydrofoil had followed the laser's path south, but the spies saw nothing but open water so far. Finally, they saw what they had been looking for. The laser's origin point came from a large yacht that floated in the middle of the ocean. Alex saw this and pointed.

"Look!" she exclaimed. "It's coming from that ship!"

Sam killed the boat's engines and all four stood up, each looking through a pair of binoculars and examining the ship. The ship looked very luxurious, with a pristine white paint job and a spacious promenade deck.

"Ooh!" Clover said in excitement. "At least we're going after a bad guy with good taste!"

"Clover," Sean said, frustrated. "Could you not admire the guys who burned half my face?"

"Sorry."

On the promenade, they saw three men drop metallic coolers down to a smaller boat, piloted by fourth man. The men were in light blue jumpsuits and looked incredibly tough.

"Wish those beefy guys were on our side," Clover said.

"We might get a clue who they work for," Sam said, lowering her binoculars. "If we could see what they're transporting inside those coolers."

"We need to get closer for that," Sean said, looking at the water below them.

"It's U.P.W.A.T.I time!" Alex said, catching on.

Under the surface of the water, the spies swam from their boat over to the yacht in the distance, the domes of the U.P.W.A.T.I's clamping around their heads.

"Do you think David would be inspired by my new alien space chick look?" Clover asked, striking a pose for the other three.

"Something tells me that's not the look he was talking about," Sean said, rolling his eyes.

It didn't take long for them to reach the underside of the boat that the coolers were being loaded onto. They felt the bottom and tapped it. It gave out a hollow banging sound that echoed even underwater.

"Metal?" Alex said. "I glass bottomed boat would've made spying a lot easier."

"That's why we brought the M-ray Contact Lenses," Clover said, blinking. Through the lenses, she could see through the boat's metal surface and inside the coolers as well. And she was especially interested to see what they contained.

"Looks like bottles!" she reported, causing her friends to look at her for an explanation. "Supertone Sunblock bottles!"

"So, like, the makers of Supertone are somehow involved?" Alex asked.

"That doesn't make sense," Sam said. "Why would people so concerned with blocking the sun's harmful rays be blowing holes in the ozone?"

"I don't know," Sean said. "But we'd better find out."

That was when three splashes occurred above the surface. The spies turned around and saw the three men who were onboard the yacht floating just in front of them, holding guns that were designed to launch nets, judging by the design.

"Run!" Sean shouted. "I mean swim!"

With their gear, the spies propelled themselves through the water. But the men, apparently, were accomplished swimmers and were beginning to catch up to them.

They reached a cluster of seaweed, hoping that would help them hide better.

"Seaweed?!" Clover exclaimed in disgust as they exited it and the men caught up to them. "Now I know what sushi feels like!"

They came to an alcove beneath a rock formation and squeezed carefully through. Their backs against the stone wall, Sean looked outside. The coast appeared to be clear.

"I think we lost them," he informed as Sam sighed in relief.

"I thought they'd catch us for sure," she said as they swam out.

But they weren't safe yet as on a rock above, one of the men fired his netgun at the spies.

Minutes later, all four were tangled in a net and being dragged back toward the yacht.

"Ugh!" Clover groaned. "This must be what cooked sushi feels like!"

"I'm pretty sure that's just seafood," Sean corrected her.

"Whatever!"

As soon as they reached the yacht, the spies were brought into a lounge where their wrists were tied behind their backs to chairs. And one of the men had the idea to turn on heat lamps that made the spies sweat and threatened to burn the other half of Sean's face.

"Hey, big guy," she said to one of them. "Could you turn down my heat lamp? It's totally drying me out and you don't want to see me flake."

"Newsflash, Clover!" Sean called out from her far left. "They don't care!"

"But I do! I don't wanna be David's model with flaky skin!"

"I'm pretty sure that's the least of our problems now!" Alex exclaimed.

The lamps dimmed and a woman entered the room. One look at her, and Sean could tell she was the same woman from the Supertone ad they saw back in Moscow and the model displayed on the bottle. She wore a pink one-piece swimsuit and a matching sunhat and she walked over to the four captive teens, her mouth curled up in a malicious smirk.

"Hello," she said in a false welcoming tone. "I wasn't expecting company out here in the middle of the ocean. I'm Sunny Day."

"Sunny Day?" Sam asked in disbelief. "Was that a family name or a weather report?"

Sean would have laughed if not for the situation he and the others were currently in.

"You're the Supertone supermodel!" Clover said excitedly. "How'd you get that gig anyway?"

"Well," Sunny began. "I suppose my modeling career was kicked off when I won my first crown: Miss Bronze Babe 1985."

"A beauty queen too!"

"Enough about me," Sunny continued. "I'd like to know who you are and why you're sneaking around my ship!"

"I'd like to know why you're lasering holes in the ozone!" Sean fired back, bitter at his face being burned.

"Believe it or not," Sunny replied. "It was the simplest way to bring out the sun. And the hotter the sun, the hotter my sunblock sells. Brains as well as beauty."

"You're like the mean queen of sunscreen," Alex commented as Sunny got into her face angered.

"Mean?! If I'm mean, then what do you call the owners of Bronze Me, Baby who fired me at first wrinkle?!"

"That's beyond harsh, Sunny," Clover said. "But maybe you should get over it?"

"Never!" Sunny ranted. "I want the world to tan so severely, they can only save their own skin by buying my brand of overpriced sunblock! Fortunately, my task is almost complete."

"What do you mean?" Sean asked, almost too afraid to learn the answer.

"So far, I've only been using the laser at 10 percent. By the end of the day, I'm turning it all the way up!"

If Sean's face wasn't red on one side, it would have gone pale with horror. If Sunny was planning what he thought she was, the ozone would disappear completely and the sun would do more than just burn people. It would melt buildings, roads, start wildfires, kill crops. The whole planet would be scorched.

"I'll cut you in on a factory-direct deal," Sunny said, taking notice of the boy's half burned face. "$500 a bottle."

"Sorry," Alex said. "I left my purse at home."

Sunny turned her attention to two of her henchmen.

"Please escort these spies off my ship," she instructed. "Permanently."

The spies gulped nervously.

At Sunny's bequest, the men took the four teens to their boat. In no time at all, they were in the middle of the ocean and thrown into a small rowboat. One of the men took the boat's oars and threw them so far that Sean couldn't see where they landed.

"Yoo-hoo!" Alex exclaimed. "If we're going out to sea, we'll need those rowing sticks!"

"If I were you," the man said menacingly. "I'd be more concerned about that hole in your boat."

They looked down.

"There's no hole in this boat," Sam said.

"You're right. There's two holes."

He picked up a two-pronged harpoon and jammed it into the wooden surface of the boat. In no time at all, water began to rush in. Then he opened a cooler and pulled out two raw steaks.

"Uh, could you tell the chef I'm a vegetarian?" Clover complained.

"It's not for you," one of the men in the motorboat side.

"Hello! Two skimpy steaks won't fill up a great big shark!"

"No," another man said. "But two skimpy steaks and four nosy spies might do the trick."

Sean tried to move to stop him, but the man had already thrown the steaks just inches from their rowboat. The blood from the steaks rose to the surface and so did two sharks, who ravenously tore the steaks to pieces.

The men laughed as they left in their own boat, leaving the spies alone with the two sharks, who were soon joined by several more.

As Sean, Sam and Alex moved to block the hole in the boat, Clover sat on the edge, sighing.

"I am way disappointed," she said. "Sunny Day is not the model I expected."

"When you get over your 'fallen idol' phase," Sean said, turning to her. "How about some help plugging up these holes?!"

The holes in question were so big that they required two people to cover them. Sam and Alex had their hands pressed against one, but Sean struggled in keeping his plugged.

Sam looked over to the cooler on the bow section of the boat and inspiration struck her.

"Maybe we can use this packing material to line the raft," she suggested.

"Great idea," Alex agreed. "I'll get this one."

She stood up, but the boat was so small she barely had room to maneuver, she lost her balance and fell overboard.

"Alex!" her teammates exclaimed in unison.

Underwater, she made a break for the surface as a shark spotted her. As her head broke the surface of the water, she swam back to the boat as quickly as she could.

"Help me, you guys!" she cried out as Sean extended his arm. She grabbed hold of it and he pulled her in just in time for the shark chasing her to narrowly miss her ankle. With her friend safely back on board, Clover reached over to the cooler and placed it over the holes in the boat.

"Thanks," Alex sighed. "For a second there, I thought a was fish food."

They all screamed as a shark leapt out of the water and Sean had to duck to avoid having his head bitten off.

"One more second and we all might be!" Clover exclaimed.

Sean got back up to his feet, pulling out the Wind Tunnel 3000 Tornado Blast Hairdryer.

"Not if I can get us out of here!" he said, aiming the hairdryer at the water behind the stern.

He turned it on, sending a blast of compressed air that propelled the boat forward and away from the sharks.

"See ya later, boys!" Alex called out to the sharks as Sean's improvised motor took them back into the direction of Sunny Day's ship.

As they got closer, they could see the blue beam of light emanating from the ship. And the light was more intense than it was the first time they saw it.

"Uh-oh," Clover said. "Looks like Sunny's turned up the laser already!"

Alex took out her Compowder, analyzing the intensity of the laser.

"It's at 40 percent and rising!" she said.

"Then we don't have much time," Sam said, before turning to Sean. "Give it more juice, Sean!"

"I'm trying!" he exclaimed. "This is as strong as it gets!"

It turned out to be just enough as they were getting closer to the ship.

On the deck of the ship, Sunny observed the boat accelerating towards her and her four henchmen through a telescope. And she was especially furious to see who its four occupants were.

"I thought I told you imbeciles to get rid of those spy brats!" she yelled angrily at her henchmen.

"We did," one defended.

"Oh," Sunny said sarcastically. "So that would be their ghosts coming our way?"

The henchman looked through the telescope, where he saw the spies waving mockingly.

"Uh, I don't like ghosts," he said nervously.

"It's attractive boneheads like you that give attractive geniuses like me a bad name," Sunny said in frustration. "NOW GET RID OF THEM FOR GOOD!"

Startled by their boss's sudden outburst, three of the men took to the motorboats while the fourth jumped in a helicopter.

From their boat, Sean spotted the three motorboats and helicopter advance toward them.

"Looks like Sunny's sending her henchmen our way," he observed as Alex watched her Compowder.

"Laser's up to 60 percent!" she said. "No, 70 percent! We'd better work fast!"

Sean turned off the hairdryer, bringing the boat to a stop. Then he and the girls jumped off, aiming for each vehicle being piloted by Sunny's henchmen. Sean, Sam and Alex each landed on a motorboat while Clover clung to the landing skids of the helicopter.

"That's for the holes in our raft!" Alex exclaimed, punching the thug in the face, knocking him unconscious.

"And that's for the raw meat!" Sam shouted, doing the same to her opponent on his boat.

"And this is for burning my face!" Sean yelled, delivering a kick to the man's chest that knocked him overboard and allowed him to take control of the boat.

Clover, in the meantime, had swung herself up into the helicopter's cockpit, taking the pilot by surprise. A quick kick to his neck knocked him out and into the water below.

"This is for..." she began, taking the controls. "Me! I love taking down bad guys!"

She lowered the helicopter down to the boat where Sam stood.

"Need a lift?" she asked. Obliging, Sam jumped in and Clover repeated the gesture with Alex and finally, Sean.

Alex looked at her Compowder, her face grim.

"So what's next?" she asked her friends. "It's at 80 percent!"

"Come on!" Sean urged to Clover. "We've gotta stop it!"

"I don't think we can stop a laser by staring at it," Alex pointed out.

"No," Sam said, an idea clearly forming in her mind, based on the way her face lit up. "But maybe we can have the laser stare back at itself. Clover, can you bring us down low enough so we can grab one of those cooler lids?"

"No problem," Clover reassured as she brought the helicopter down to one of the abandoned motorboats. Reaching down, Sam pulled the reflective lid off the cooler as one of Sunny's henchmen climbed out of the water and clung to the skids. As the helicopter flew toward the yacht, he tried to climb back inside. As Sam clung to the outside of the helicopter, cooler lid at the ready, the man grabbed her wrist.

"Ouch!" she exclaimed as the man tried to pull her off with him.

"Hey!" Sean shouted, balling up his fist. "Get away from her!" He delivered a punch to the man's neck that sent him falling back into the water.

"Thanks," Sam said. "Now, we've got to get as close to the laser as possible."

Following Sam's instructions, Clover brought the helicopter close to the laser's source, allowing her friend to throw the metallic, reflective square into its path. The laser fired back at the ship and the resulting explosion engulfed the whole thing. Putting on their Laserband Sunglasses, the spies watched the whole thing in awe.

"Nice!" Clover exclaimed. "Man, if Jer saw us do that, he'd be way proud!"

"Well done, spies," Jerry's voice said through the helicopter's radio. "I'm very proud of you!"

They looked to their right and saw a W.O.O.H.P jet come up beside them.

"Wow!" Alex commented. "Freaky!"

"Jerry," Sean said. "How'd you find us out here?"

"Hello, agents," BOB's voice said in response. "Glad you kept the Laserbands. I left a tracking device in the lenses in case you needed help."

"You came all the way here from Russia to help us?!" Alex asked, touched. "That is so neat, BOB!"

"That's BOB's job, Alex," Jerry's voice said.

"Speaking of helping," Sean said. "Could someone help me with my face?"

He gestured to the left half of his face, which was still very crimson from the sun.

"Oh," Sam said, climbing in the back seat and pulling out a green bottle. "I forgot I bought this before we went to the beach."

Looking at the label, Sean was relieved that it contained aloe vera.

Sam took off her right glove and squirted the cool, green gel into her palm.

For once, Sean was glad that half of his face was burned, for it hid the blush he developed when Sam rubbed the soothing lotion into his cheek.

"You're..." he stuttered. "Really good at that."

Sam smiled. "My dad has sensitive skin," she admitted. "Whenever we went swimming in the summer, I always had to help my mom put sunblock on him."

She went into a story about one time her father got so badly burned in the sun he couldn't move. But Sean's thoughts were preoccupied on something else.

Sam's touching my face, he kept thinking happily. Granted, he imagined it would be in a more intimate setting than this and under better circumstances, but still.

Clover watched from the cockpit, a grin plastered on her face as her favorite couple (well, sort of couple.) shared a tender moment.

"Clover," Alex said. "What are you smiling about?"

"Uh," Clover uttered but Sean made a gesture telling her to stay quiet, especially in present company. "Nothing!"

Sean sighed in relief.

As night fell, the helicopter beamed its light down into the ocean, looking for any sign of...

Loud cries of distress pierced through the night air. The spies shifted their light a little further downward to see Sunny encircled in a life ring and surrounded by sharks, all of whom looked very hungry.

"There's Sunny!" Alex exclaimed. "With those sharks!"

Clover brought the helicopter down far enough for Sunny to cling to the skids and climb aboard. But the spies were unprepared for what they saw.

"Sunny?" Clover asked in shock. "Your... your face."

"Are you melting?" Alex added.

Indeed she was. Sunny's bronze makeup was running off of her body, revealing badly sun-bleached skin that made Sean's sunburn look like a mild rash.

"Yes," she answered, gritting her teeth. "Too many years in the sun. But you take the modeling work when you can get it."

"Sorry," Sam falsely consoled. "No more modeling where you're going."

"Except for maybe a mugshot," Sean interjected.

"And for the record, Sunny," Clover said. "Makeup can't hide who you are inside."

As Sunny was pulled inside and handcuffed by Sean, Clover's face fell.

"That reminds me. I need to get back to school fast!"

Beverly Hills High School-9:55 AM

The next morning, Clover rushed through the school hallways into the art room to find that David had already begun painting... with Mandy posing for him.

"David," she said. "You want the real me! This is..."

She trailed off when she finally noticed she'd gotten there too late.

"Poor Clover!" Mandy said sarcastically. "You lost. Now get lost!"

Clover was hurt at first, but then steeled herself.

"You know, David, at first, I wanted to pose for you because, well I like to pose. But then you wanted something more real, so I came straight here. But now it's too late and I'm totally..."

"Frustrated?" David picked up, his eyes lighting up in inspiration. "Yeah! Me too! I mean, everyone can relate to that, right?!"

He pointed at Clover, who was now beginning to hold her frustrated expression.

"That's it! That's the look I've got to paint!"

"Um, yeah?" Clover asked, confused.

"Mandy," David said to her, picking up his canvas and easel. "It's not personal, it's art. Thanks for understanding."

He zipped over to Clover and began to paint.

Mandy, however, wasn't going to take this lying down.

"Wait!" she shouted. "David! Now I'm frustrated!"

She jumped around his workspace, waving her hands in vain for him to notice her.

"See?! Look how mad I am! I have got the look! Look!"

But David ignored her and kept on working. And though she couldn't do it physically at the moment, Clover smiled mentally at having gotten to pose for David and having gotten one over on Mandy.

Well, this is most likely my last chapter of the year. Stay tuned and join me for another exciting year of The Sean Saga. Also, get ready for my take on Green With N.V, because that one is definitely going to be different from the episode. Thanks, and Merry Christmas!