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Chapter Fifty-One

I Dude

Kangaroo Point Beach-Australia-8:00 AM

It was a perfect day at Kangaroo Point. From the sun sparkling on the surface of the water to the waves gently colliding with the shore, every beachgoer agreed that it was the best day to either go for a swim, get a tan or simply relax. And many did. But others, however, were gathered around a new structure that was placed firmly on the sand. Behind a red ribbon stood an important-looking man holding a pair of scissors.

"As mayor of Kangaroo Point," he announced, scissors at the ready. "It is my honor to declare the beautiful Sand Dollar Hotel officially open!"

The mayor's scissors sliced through the ribbon and the crowd cheered and applauded. The uproar, however, was soon drowned out by a different sound altogether: a low rumbling that one would often hear during an earthquake. The mayor and the crowd looked back and everyone's cheers turned to panic when they saw the massive wall of water towering above them.

The crowd barely had time to evacuate before the giant wave struck the shore and wiped the hotel off the map.

Beverly Hills High School-9:15 AM

"Wait till you see it!" Clover said excitedly as she ushered Alex, Sam and Sean to the long line outside the cafeteria. "It's totally cool!"

"It sounds kind of creepy to me," Sean said as the four entered the cafeteria.

"It's not creepy, Sean," Clover insisted. "It's hip, new and future-riffic!"

Up ahead, in front of the counter was a large machine that almost resembled a soda fountain in Sean's eyes. As the line grew shorter, Clover pushed her four friends up to the machine.

"Eggs and bacon or pancakes and sausage?" an electronic, feminine voice asked from a speaker somewhere on the machine.

"Pancakes," Clover said eagerly.

In an instant, three trays came out of a conveyor belt while three tubes extended out of the back of the machine, the first one ejecting their pancakes, the second two sausages and the third squirted maple syrup on their breakfast.

"That is cool!" Alex said, impressed.

Sam's awestruck smile turned into a frown when she heard a soft weeping noise coming from behind the counter. She looked and saw Mrs. Muckle, the lunch lady, packing up her supplies as tears streamed down her face. Instantly, Sam deduced what was wrong.

"Not everyone thinks it's cool," Sam reprimanded Alex gently. "Looks like Mrs. Muckle's out of a job."

Sean's heart panged with sympathy for the older woman, even if half the time, her cooking was... less than edible.

He and Sam weren't the only ones, it seems. David walked up to them, his face the very picture of outrage.

"That doesn't seem fair," he told the four. The girls swooned while Sean rolled his eyes in annoyance and jealousy "Nobody should get replaced by a machine."

"You're right!" Sam agreed, sticking her tray on top of Sean's. "There's no justice in people being automated into unemployment!"

She rushed over to David, taking his hands and unknowingly making Sean clench his teeth.

"We have to do something about this, David! You and me, together!"

"Like what?" David asked.

Sam caught herself. She'd never thought of how she was going to help Mrs. Muckle.

"Like-" she stuttered. "Like we'll organize a letter-writing campaign!"

"Boring!" Alex and Clover droned.

"You could start a petition," Sean suggested, wanting to feel included. "That's what I did in middle school to get them to put an air conditioner in the gym."

"Lame!" Alex and Clover exclaimed.

"You know," Sean said back to them. "You two aren't helping!"

Sam furrowed her brow in concentration for a few seconds before bringing her fist down into her palm.

"I've got it!" she exclaimed. "We'll go on a hunger strike!"

"That's a great idea!" David beamed.

"Yeah!" Sean exclaimed, not really registering what Sam and David said. "You can- wait, did you just say 'hunger strike?'"

David nodded. "A bold move like that will show everyone how totally committed we are!"

He ran off. "I'll go spread the word!"

"David is so politically aware!" Sam sighed as he departed.

"I don't know, Sam," Alex said skeptically. "A hunger strike isn't a very healthy idea."

"Yeah!" Clover agreed. "Not eating is so nineties!"

As Sam waved to David, who just exited the cafeteria, she turned back to her friends.

"David and I are saddened by your lack of enthusiasm for our cause," she said.

"It's not that we don't have enthusiasm," Sean argued. "We're just worried about your health. I mean, hunger strikes haven't always gone well in the past. Just look at Bobby Sands."

Sam glared at him. "Tell me you did just compare me to an Irish terrorist."

Sean sighed. "Okay, I walked right into that one."

Suddenly, one of the tubes on the back of the machine extended and made its way toward the three girls and one boy. Without warning, it sucked them inside and deposited them down the familiar metallic chute.

Their ride ended as it usually did, landing on the fuchsia cushion in Jerry's office.

"Hello, agents," Jerry greeted as he walked up to them.

"This better be good, Jerry," Sam said in a complaining tone. "I have a student revolution to whip up."

Jerry ignored her and walked behind his desk.

"Do you four know what a tsunami is?" he asked.

"Duh!" the spies chorused.

"Excellent. Well, within the past week, three of these giant waves-"

"Giant waves?" Alex interrupted. "Oh, I thought tsunamis were those little breaded sushi things with the purple sauce. Never mind!"

Sean, Sam and Clover rolled their eyes at their friend's mistake.

"In any event," Jerry continued. "Three of these giant waves laid waste to resort towns in Fiji, Indonesia, and Australia. These tsunamis are clearly unnatural."

"And you want us to find out what's creating them?" Sean guessed.

"Exactly," Jerry confirmed. "You'll be going to the location of the last tsunami: Kangaroo Point, Australia. And now for the gadgets."

He opened the top of his desk and began to queue up the gadgets the spies would be given for this particular mission.

"Today, you'll be receiving hoverboards, Heat Sensor 6000 Infrared Motion Detector Sunglasses, Press On Clip Off Explosive-Tipped Ninja Nails in petal pink, the Thundering Thermal Wave Hair Dryer and last but not least, 24 Hour Extra Power All Day Adhesive Hair Pomade."

"Cool!" Clover exclaimed, taking the bottle of the last gadget. Testing it out, she accidentally squirted some onto Jerry's head. "Oopsie!"

Mistakenly, Jerry placed his hand on his forehead, only for it to get stuck.

"Now that's what I'd call a firm hold!" Alex commented.

"Well," Clover said, taking the gadgets. "I guess we'd better get going."

Sean picked up the pentagon shaped remote that Jerry used to activate the trap door.

"Since you have your... hand full," he said. "I think I'll do it for you this time."

Sean pressed the button on the remote and the trap door opened, sending him and the girls screaming down another chute.

"Now," Jerry said, using his free hand to search through his desk. "Where did I put that solvent?"

Kangaroo Point-Australia-12:02 PM

The spies arrived at the wreckage that was once the Sand Dollar Hotel and the damage was worse than what Jerry let on. In the span of just three minutes, an entire building had been reduced to rubble by the giant wall of water that had crashed into it. To say nothing of the piers, beach houses and other buildings that had been demolished as a result of the tsunami.

Clover summed it up better than anyone else ever could: "This beach is trashier than one of Mandy's outfits."

"Woo-hoo!" a voice called out from the waves behind them. The four turned to see a young man riding the waves as others crowded around the beach, watching in awe and cheering, many of them holding boards themselves. Nearby, Sean could make out the familiar scent of barbeque.

"Well," he said. "Looks like they're having a good time."

The list was about to grow by one when Clover saw a tanned, athletic young man out in the water, riding the waves with ease as Alex often did on a skateboard. He did an aerial, allowing Clover to catch a better look at him.

"Whoa!" Sam said in awe. "Check out that guy!"

"It's Rock!" Clover gasped in excitement before running her fingers through her hair in a panic. "Does my hair look okay? Is there anything in my teeth?"

"Who's Rock?" Alex asked, bewildered.

"Only one of the most awesome pro-surfers around! He's totally amazing! No one else pulls the El Rolo in conjunction with the Triple Prigmore Flipper-roonie!"

"Uh," Sean uttered. "What was that? I only got, like, five percent of that!"

Clover didn't even bother explaining, instead taking out a magazine that showed an image of the same man posing with his board on a Hawaiian beach.

"See?" she gestured.

Huh, Sean thought. Who new Clover was such a surfing fanatic?

"Hey, new babe-ellinis and bro!" Rock called out to the four as he climbed out of the water. "Here for a major geek-sesh? Come on, check out the ashes before the grub gets 86'd!"

"What?" Sean asked, utterly confused.

"Oh," Clover said, explaining. "He means, 'Welcome guys. Are you here on vacation? Please help yourself to the food before it's all gone.'"

The other three just blinked as Clover turned to Rock.

"The vits smell totally-riffic," she went on. "We just specked out your moves in the Green Room. Righteous."

Rock chuckled as he came closer. "Nectar!"

"You have got to be kidding," Sam said.

"Never in my whole life has my first language been so confusing," Sean agreed.

"My name is Clover," Clover introduced herself. "The queebies are Alex, Sam and Sean."

"What are queebies?" Alex asked, having gone from confused to totally lost.

"No idea," Sean muttered back.

"I'm Rock," the surfer returned and Clover swooned. "Anyway, got to bag, crippler chick. Stoked to check ya!"

As Rock made his way back to the ocean, Clover was over the moon at what she heard.

"Did you hear that?!" she asked her friends excitedly. "He called me beautiful and hopes to see me again!"

"Hello?!" Sam exclaimed, tapping the crown of the blonde's head. "Earth to bimb-ellini!"

"That's babe-ellini!" Clover corrected.

"Whatever! We're not here to date board-heads; we're here to find the cause of the tsunamis. Right, guys?"

She looked at Sean and Alex.

"Right," Sean agreed as he took a step and found himself tripping on a piece of driftwood.

"Yeah," Alex added. "Totally nectar!"

Sean recovered and pulled out the Heat Sensor 6000 Infrared Motion Detector Sunglasses.

"The way I see it," he said, putting them on. "We start by checking the beach."

Through the lenses of the glasses, Sean could see the surface temperature of every object in front of him and a bit of the temperature in the air as well. But what really caught his attention was something that he did not expect to see at a beach. In the rubble of the hotel was an unusually large amount of blueish-white light. And he knew from the glasses' manual that it wasn't heat.

"That's weird," he said. "That hotel registers a pocket of unusually cold air."

He took off the glasses as Alex began to sprint toward the ruined building.

"Let's check it out!" she said as the others joined her.

The spies stepped carefully through what was left of the hotel, hopping over piles concrete, shards of broken glass and splintered beams of wood. And all the while, they felt their arms wrap around their torsos reflexively.

"It's freezing in here!" Clover complained, shivering. "I'm turning into a spy-sicle!"

"I'm not happy about it either, Clover," Sean said, blowing his breath into his hands. "But this could be our chance to find out what's causing the tsunamis."

A loud, low rumbling noise stopped what was sure to be another disagreement between Clover and Sean as they and Alex stopped in their tracks.

"What was that?!" Clover whispered fearfully.

"Hopefully it's not a another one," Sean whispered back.

"I didn't hear anything," Sam reported.

Then the rumbling happened again. And this time, it was obvious that it was coming from the girl ahead of them.

"Gross!" Alex exclaimed. "It's your stomach!"

For emphasis, she pointed at Sam's midsection.

"It isn't gross, Alex!" Sam argued. "It's the music of protest! The soundtrack to my beautiful hunger strike with David."

All of a sudden, Sean was glad he didn't have much of a chance to eat before going on the mission. Otherwise, it would make a reappearance from the way Sam talked about David.

Thankfully, he forced himself to keep pressing on. When he and the girls came in front of a door, the cold air had gotten stronger.

"That's gotta be it!" he announced.

Clover gripped the handle and pulled with all her might, but the door remained firmly in place.

"It's wedged shut!" she exclaimed to the others. "A little help please!"

Taking the hint, the other three spies charged at the door and rammed into it. It swung open and the four friends tumbled forward... down a cold, wet, slippery surface that extended all the way to the ground floor of what used to be a gift shop.

"Someone must have left the air conditioning on," Alex commented, shivering.

Sean turned around and looked at the slope they had taken their unexpected ride on. Now he knew why it felt the way it did. It was made of solid ice.

"Alex," Sean said. "I'm pretty sure it's cold in here because we're standing next to an iceberg."

"Oh!" Alex said.

"The tsunami must have driven it through the front of the hotel," Clover deduced.

"Driven it from where?" Alex asked.

"Good question," Sam replied. "We'll get a sample."

She walked over to the edge of the iceberg, where dozens of icicles where hanging. Taking out a test tube, she broke one off and placed it inside.

No sooner than did Sam pocket the test tube, the others heard a loud cracking noise emanating throughout the room. Sean didn't need to live in an area that got regular snow to know what it sounded like.

"Sam?" he said nervously. "Please tell me that was your stomach again."

"No," Sam denied as her pupils dilated in fear.

The noise grew louder and a few small pieces of ice began to slide down the berg, right between the spies' legs.

"That can't be good," Clover said.

They looked back up at the frigid ramp and saw that the ice that once kept it together was now beginning to break apart. Worst of all, the bulk of it was cascading down toward them.

"Avalanche!" Alex cried out.

The spies each let out a small scream before running to the nearest exit, but were dismayed to see that a giant block of ice stood in their way.

"The door is blocked!" Sean shouted.

"Come on!" Sam said to him, jumping behind the gap between the ice block and the door.

Taking the hint, Sean joined her and together, they pushed their backs against the ice, trying to dislodge it while Alex used a long pole found in the rubble to try and wrench it free from her end and Clover dug through the snow in an effort to make it easier.

Their team effort paid off and the block fell free, allowing the spies to dash out the door just as the avalanche crashed through the walls and damaged the already wrecked hotel even further.

"That was too cold for comfort," Clover said as the others caught their breath.

"We'd better call Jerry," Sean said, pulling out his wallet phone.

In no time at all, Jerry's face appeared on the wallet's screen.

"Good afternoon, agents," he greeted. "Enjoying Australia?"

"I guess you could say we're chilling out," Alex said.

Sean gestured for Sam to hand the sample to him and she did so.

"We found a sample for the W.O.O.H.P lab to analyze," he reported. "If you can figure out where this ice came from, we can pinpoint the source of the tsunamis."

"Excellent," Jerry said. "I'll contact you when we have the results. In the meantime, why don't you head back to school. You ought to be just in time for lunch."

"Great!" Sam said in relief. "I'm starved!"

But when her teammates each shot her a glare, she realized what she said and remembered that she was on hunger strike.

"I mean, who can think about food when there's so much injustice in the world?"

When the spies got back to school, Sean expected it to be bustling with students on their way back from or to lunch. Instead, the hallways were so empty and so quiet that he could hear a fly buzzing... from fifteen feet away.

"This place is a ghost town!" Clover exclaimed. "Where is everybody?!"

"Yeah," Sean agreed. "By now, this place is usually a madhouse."

They got the answers they'd wanted when they opened the door to the cafeteria.

David was seated on top of a table surrounded by dozens of students. When he saw Sam, his face lit up in acknowledgment.

"Hey!" he said excitedly. "There she is!"

"Huh?" Sam wondered as David sprang up from the table and grabbed Sam's hand, earning a glare from Sean in return, before helping her up onto the table.

"Fellow students," he addressed the assembled crowd. "Allow me to present to you the woman whose foresight and dedication made this hunger strike possible. Sam!"

Everyone cheered while Sam blushed, uncomfortable with all the attention she was now receiving.

"When word got out," David whispered to her. "Everyone started supporting the cause. And now, you're a hero."

"D-david," Sam sputtered nervously. "I don't know what to say."

David smiled. "You don't have to say anything. The cause speaks for itself."

Then he turned back to the crowd and pumped his fist, raising it in the air.

"If Muckle's on the street, we won't eat!" he chanted and everyone else except for Sean, Alex and Clover repeated after him.

"That's it," Alex said, having seen enough. "We're ordering in Thai."

"Ditto," Sean agreed.

As the three friends sat on a bench outside, Alex dug into her takeout while Sean stirred his noodles with his chopsticks worriedly and Clover's attention was fixated an old issue of her favorite surfing magazine.

"You think Sam's gonna be alright?" Sean asked, causing the other two to glance at him.

"What do you mean?" Alex asked as she swallowed her food.

Sean sighed. "Well, I'm worried about her. I know she wants to help Mrs. Muckle, but starving herself isn't healthy. I should know. My mom treats a lot of patients with anorexia."

"Relax, Sean," Clover reassured. "Sam knows this hunger strike of hers is a dumb idea. When she gets hungry enough, she'll drop it."

Sean took a bite out of his pad Thai and nodded uncertainly.

"I hope you're right," he said. "But Sam doesn't change her mind easily. Once she gets an idea, there's no stopping her."

Clover looked back at her magazine and sighed longingly.

"I miss Rock," she said.

Alex and Sean gazed over at the magazine page she was on. Instead of Rock, the picture displayed an older man with darker skin, a yellow rash guard, a tattoo of a "G" on his left bicep and long blond hair.

"Ew!" Alex said in disgust. "He's not such a hottie on film!"

"That's not Rock," Clover corrected. "That's Frankie Dude."

"Who?" Sean asked.

"He was a big-time pro surfer back in the day."

Clover's eyes widened when she saw the text under Frankie's picture.

"Hey! Check out this story! It's about the top 5 gnarliest surfing spots of all time."

"So?" Alex questioned.

"So," Clover continued. "Number five is in Fiji! Number four is in Indonesia and number three is in Kangaroo Point, Australia! Guys, the tsunamis are targeting surfing beaches!"

Sean put the bowl containing his food down to the side and took the magazine from Clover, reading the story in question.

"Looks like you're right!" he agreed. "These are all the beaches Jerry showed us."

Alex took the magazine from him and read the next beach on the list.

"The next gnarliest," she said. "Is Kirke's Cove, South Africa!"

"We've gotta get Sam and go!" Clover said as she stood up.

Somewhere above Kirke's Cove-South Africa-2:00 PM

Sean placed the jet on autopilot just as they were directly over the beach that Clover's magazine mentioned. Wasting no time, the spies went to the side door of the plane and jumped out as soon as they opened it.

As soon as they were at the appropriate altitude, they opened their parachutes and began to gently float down in the breeze. All in front of him, Sean could see the ocean sparkling in the afternoon sunlight, but as they got closer to the ground, he noticed that there was hardly any beach. Instead, the shoreline was dotted by dozens if not hundreds of hotels, strip malls, restaurants, and even a few billboards. All in all, not exactly a good beach for surfing.

"Kirke's Cove doesn't look like a surfing Mecca to me," he summarized.

"There's no beach left," Clover said, disappointed. "Just Strip Mall-a-palooza."

"At least everything's still standing," Alex reminded.

But that was when they saw the giant wave-larger than any Sean had ever seen-begin to advance on the coast.

"Not for long!" Sam exclaimed.

The spies each pulled a cord on their parachutes, causing them to come undone. Reaching into their backpacks, they pulled out their hoverboards. Mounting them quickly, they accelerated toward the wave and then began to fly away from it.

"Faster!" Clover urged. "My mascara's not waterproof!"

Down below, thousands of people saw the tsunami and all made a dash for high ground.

Well, not quite all of them.

"Help!" a boy holding back three dogs on leashes shouted. "Help!"

The spies swooped down and Sean picked the boy up while Clover and Alex rescued his dogs.

"Is this what they mean by hot dog surfing?" Clover asked as she draped the Great Dane over her back.

In seconds, the massive wall of water collided with the shore, destroying every building that had been carefully established on the beach.

The spies could only watch in horror as the wave sent concrete, glass, wood and brick tumbling backwards as if all were made of cardboard.

After dropping off the boy and dogs they rescued at a safer location, the spies looked back down at the scene of the disaster. Compared to how it was earlier, there was almost nothing left.

"We're too late," Alex lamented.

The silence was broken by a chorus of cheers and whoops coming from the beach. Taking a closer look, they saw that another surfer was in the water, once again riding the waves.

"At least the board-heads are happy," Sam said. "Kirke's Cove is once again a surfing Mecca."

"That's what's going on!" Clover exclaimed in realization.

"What's going on?" Sean asked.

"The tsunamis aren't destroying these beaches. They're returning them to their original surf-ability."

Alex's Compowder rang before they could ponder who could stand to gain from all this. Alex answered it and Jerry's face materialized on the screen.

"Agents," he said. "We've analyzed that ice sample you found. Study of the CO2 concentration and carbon stable isotopes make it evident that the ice would have come from only one location in the world: Leuba's Bay, Antarctica."

"That must be the source of the tsunamis," Alex said.

"Ugh," Sean groaned. "Does it have to be Antarctica?"

Leuba's Bay-Antarctica-2:28 PM

Sean shivered in the back of the snowmobile behind Clover. Even though his spy suit had an option to make it adaptable for cold weather, his teeth were still chattering. Not helped by the fact that it was now the beginning of winter in Antarctica, so it would be even colder than normal.

Soon, the snowmobile came to a stop in front of a wooden sign.

"Leuba's Bay," Clover announced. "Population: zero."

"We're here," Sean said.

"Good," Alex replied. "I couldn't take the sound of Sam's stomach grumbling for much longer."

"How many times do I have to tell you?" Sam retorted in frustration. "David and I are on a hunger strike!"

"Whatever!" Alex and Clover said as they got out and looked around.

"So, where are all the baby tsunamis?" Alex asked.

"Let's check out the cliffs," Sean answered.

The four teens trudged through the snow, going as fast as they could to try and make it to the cliffs. Well, one of them was going even slower than she should have. Sean, Clover and Alex looked back to see Sam struggling to keep up the pace and holding her stomach as if in pain.

"Pick it up, Sam!" Clover called back to her.

"Give me a break!" Sam complained. "I'm working on zero fuel here!"

When she finally caught up to them, Sean's concern spiked when he saw her looking dizzy. So he wasn't too surprised when she collapsed, but definitely surprised when she fell into his arms.

Suddenly, Sean's face felt warmer than the rest of his body.

"You don't look so good," he said, spotting a block of ice right behind them. "Why don't you take it easy for a while?"

"Yeah," Sam replied. "I think you're right."

As she sat down on the block, however, it depressed into the ground. All around them erupted about twenty icicles encircling them and trapping them in a cage of ice.

"We've been ice-olated!" Clover shrieked as she kicked the icicles, trying to break them but to no avail.

"It's no use, Clover," Sean informed. "At these temperatures, the ice is as strong as steel."

"You could have mentioned that before I started kicking!"

A chunk of ice suddenly slid out from the cliff in front of them, opening like a door. Out came six young women who Sean noted were very underdressed for the weather, wearing nothing but metal bikinis and sinister smirks.

"Evil beach bunnies?" Alex asked as the women surrounded their cage.

The spies were taken out of the ring of icicles and to the beach, where a large submarine shaped like a shark rose up from the icy depths. The women pushed them onboard just as it submerged again and ushered them into a room where a familiar looking man was waxing a surfboard.

"Wax on," he said to himself. "Wax off."

He stopped when he heard the door open and looked back to see the captive spies. All at once, Clover's face lit up in recognition.

"Frankie Dude!" she exclaimed.

"Who?" Sam asked, confused.

"From my Board Master magazine! He wrote the article on the five gnarliest beaches!"

Frankie directed his full attention to the four teens.

"The Dude welcomes you aboard the Mondo," he said.

"You're the one who's been creating the tsunamis!" Alex accused, pointing at him.

Frankie smiled. "Affirmalicious."

"That means 'yes'," Clover whispered.

"We kind of got that," Sean whispered back before turning back to Frankie. "So, let me get this straight. You're making tsunamis just so you can have better surfing beaches?"

"Whoa," Frankie replied. "Perceptamundo."

"You mullet!" Clover said.

"The Dude once ruled those sand pads," Frankie explained. "He was the Alva, the ace moon doggie of the whole chivvy scene. Then the land sharks moved in, started putting hotels and strip malls over top the gnarliest beaches. They built breakwaters to turn the slammers into slop!"

"Huh?" Alex asked, just as confused as Sam and Sean.

"Big waves into foam," Clover translated.

"That," Frankie continued. "Is when the Dude had... the accident."

"What accident?" Sean asked.

"He wiped out against a newly built pier," Clover explained.

"Yes!" Frankie confirmed. "The Dude totally scabbed off his pinkie toe so the mervs of the world could sip over-priced frappuccinos and watch their toddlers play in the backwash!"

For emphasis, he lifted up his left foot, which was missing its pinkie toe just as he said.

"Because of corporate greed," he continued. "The Dude is forever fated to hang nine instead of ten."

"Grody!" Alex and Clover said in disgust.

"How is 'The Dude' creating his tsunamis," Sam asked.

"Using the Mondo's laser cannon," Frankie revealed. "The Dude carves these mambucelloid chunks out of the Antarctic ice shelf. Then they crash into the ocean."

"Creating an accelerated ripple effect from which the tsunamis are formed!" Sean realized.

"The Dude is sorry you'll be missing his most bodacious victory yet: a tsunami big enough to wipe out all of Los Angeles!"

"Los Angeles?!" Alex gasped. "That's where Beverly Hills is!"

"And this time," Frankie went on. "The Dude will be surfing it all the way in."

Sean's jaw dropped. If this tsunami was as big as Frankie was claiming, he knew that hundreds of people could die if it hit, his mother being one of them.

"Beach bunnies!" Frankie addressed four of the women in the sub. "Put our three little grommets in the Tanning Bed of Doom."

The women grabbed the spies and dragged them over to a metallic, rectangular device that rose out of the floor in the middle of the room.

"Let us go, you over-coiffed sand rabbits!" Clover demanded. But the women ignored them and within seconds, the four spies were placed into a very hot, very cramped tanning bed that threatened them with heat stroke if the sudden rise of temperature inside was anything to go by.

"We've got to get out of here," Sean said as Alex bumped her head against the roof of the tanning bed.

"Ow!" she exclaimed in pain. "That's not gonna work."

"Let's try kicking out the lights," Clover suggested. She kicked her feet against the harsh, bright lights inside the tanning bed in an effort to break the lights, but she succeed in breaking were a few of her toenails.

"So much for my pedicure!"

Outside the tanning bed, the spies could feel a low rumbling shake them.

"What's that?" Alex asked.

"I think we're moving," Sam realized.

Indeed that was the case. The submarine had been positioned in front of a titanic glacier as it surfaced. A single cannon was raised from the top of its bow.

"Begin the firing sequence!" Frankie ordered to his henchwomen.

The cannon was readied and began to charge itself up when Sam groaned in frustration.

"Alex, you're on my hair!"

"It's not my fault!" Alex defended. "Clover's fingernails are poking me!"

That was when Sean widened his eyes, inspiration hitting him like a ton of bricks.

"The Ninja Nails," he realized. "Clover, use the Ninja Nails!"

"Fine!" Clover said in annoyance. "But you're springing for a new manicure!"

She reached into her pockets and clipped on the fake pink fingernails.

"Close your eyes, spies," she instructed. With the enhanced strength in her fingers the nails gave her, she flicked the roof of the tanning bed off of them and freed herself and her teammates from their restraints.

Frankie noticed their escape but was completely unbothered.

"Too late, stinkies!" he taunted as he pressed a button on the periscope controls on which he was seated.

"It's the laser!" Sam gasped. But they could do nothing about it. Outside the sub, the laser had already collided with the ice shelf, beginning to carve out a huge chunk of ice.

"Time to undo the Dude!" Clover said, taking a combat stance as the women surrounded them.

The fight began when two of the women charged at Clover and she kicked one away before grabbing the other by the arm and tossing her backwards.

Sean noticed that three of them were beginning to restrain Sam and moved to help her.

"Let go of me you silicon-enhanced freaks!" she shouted before kicking two of them away just as Sean jumped up from behind and threw the third one across the room.

Alex stood on top of what was left of the tanning bed as two more women approached her.

"Time to stick it to the gidgets!" she exclaimed, taking out the bottle of hair pomade given to her by Jerry. She squirted some at the women's feet, sticking them to the floor. She repeated the process with the women menacing her friends, trapping all of them in a thick, white gel that was stronger than any glue ever made.

"A little dab will do ya!" Clover taunted as the spies moved to confront Frankie, who had made his way to a torpedo tube.

"You are done like dinner, Dude," Sam said.

Frankie growled but then smirked as the sound of an enormous wave began to permeate the sub's metal walls.

"The Dude is about to rock your world," he said menacingly.

The spies struggled to keep their balance as the choppy waters tossed the submarine while Frankie climbed into the tube before shooting them one last glare.

"Bye-bye, Bennies!" he said as he closed the hatch behind him. This, apparently, offended Clover.

"Bennies?!" she asked indignantly. "Bennies?! I am not a tanless tourist!"

A torpedo was launched from the tube outside the sub into the path of the tsunami. Just as it reached the surface, it split apart, revealing Frankie on a green surfboard as he rode the giant wave in triumph.

"Surf's up!" he exclaimed. "Way up!"

As soon as the water was calm enough, Sean got back onto his feet.

"We have to beat the tsunami back to L.A.!" he said with urgency as Clover gripped the sub's controls.

"Get ready," she instructed. "We're ripping for the zone!"

The sub sped through the water, heading in the same direction as the tsunami.

"According to W.O.O.H.P's database," Sam informed as she consulted her Compowder. "Our only hope to counteract the tsunami is to create a massive energy burst in front of the wave."

"We can't!" Alex said in frustration, looking at the readout of the sub's systems. "The Dude's last shot drained the laser's battery! It's emptier than your hunger striking stomach!"

"We're closing in on the tsunami!" Clover announced.

"Which does us no good if we can't stop it!" Sean countered.

"What about the Thundering Thermal Wave Hair Dryer?" Alex suggested. "Is it powerful enough?"

"It might be," Sam answered. "If we wire it to the Mondo's engines. It's our only hope of saving L.A.!"

Venice Beach-California-4:00 PM

It was business as usual at Venice Beach. People swam, tanned, played volleyball and in the case of children, made sandcastles. But all of that was about to be brought to a screeching halt as the tsunami, ridden by Frankie, began its advance.

"The Dude is so the Dude!" he exclaimed with glee.

At the shore, people began to take notice and appropriately ran as far away from the beach as they could. That was when the submarine broke the surface of the water in front of the wave. Sam emerged from the hatch, examining the wave carefully. She was followed by Alex and Sean, who jumped out of the hatch to join her.

Sean and Alex pulled off a panel on the sub's hull, exposing several wires that Sean guessed were for the sub's engines.

"Wire, guys!" Sam urged as she held up the Thundering Thermal Wave Hair Dryer. "Wire like the wind!"

Sean pulled out a long metal cable and handed it to Sam.

"Done!" he told her before shouting back to the inside of the sub. "Clover, go!"

Inside, Clover adjusted some of the controls, turning the engines on full blast.

"Wipeout time for the Dude!" she said.

Sam held up the hair dryer, pointing directly in the path of the tsunami.

"If this doesn't work, we're sushi!" Alex pointed out in fear.

"Don't remind me of food," Sam said.

As soon as the hair dryer was fully charged with the energy from the engines, Sam turned it on, firing a massive burst of orange energy in front of the wave. Within minutes, the giant watery wall began to dissipate while it's lone surfer wiped out and was close to falling in the water from where he was in the air.

"Excellent dismount," Sam commented as Frankie began to plummet into the ocean below.

"I give him a 9.2," Sean added just as the deranged surfer was ensnared in a net being hauled by a W.O.O.H.P helicopter.

"No!" he wailed. "My beach! My waves!"

The helicopter door opened and Jerry stuck his head out, holding a megaphone.

"Marvelous job, agents!" he congratulated, speaking into it. The helicopter flew off into the distance as Frankie continued his rant.

"We saved L.A.!" Clover said happily as she popped out of the hatch.

"And our mall," Alex reminded.

"We rule!" Sam added before Sean looked at the shore.

"Come on," he said to the girls. "Let's get out of here."

As the four swam to shore, Clover wringed out her wet hair while Sean took off his boot and poured water out of it.

"I'll be happy if I never see another surfer as long as I live," she said to her friends.

But that was when a familiar face came up to them, holding a surfboard.

"Crippler chick!" Rock greeted enthusiastically. "Queebies!"

"Rock!" Clover exclaimed happily.

"So much for her being over surfers," Sean muttered in annoyance.

"Came to snag the SoCal action" he said. "And scope the giganto swell! Totally hitty!"

But then his face turned solemn.

"Is it a true tell about Frankie Dude?"

"Yep-aroonie," Clover confirmed. "The Dude was making those tsunamis."

"What a woofie!" Rock said.

"Okay," Sean said to Sam and Alex. "Now I know they're making this up."

Rock gestured over his shoulder to a group of people surrounding a grill.

"Hot vits on the ashes," he offered to the four. "Scratch on over and nab a beefy."

"Rock is extending an invitation to-" Clover began to translate.

"-have a burger," Sam picked up. "We get it. Let's eat!"

"What about your hunger strike?" Alex asked as the quartet followed Rock toward the grill.

"And saving Mrs. Muckle's job?" Sean added.

"Starving myself wasn't saving anyone," Sam said. "I've got a better idea."

Beverly Hills High School-12:30 PM

The next day, the four friends returned to school. As the lunch bell rang, Sean, Alex and Clover were in the back of the line, waiting to see what idea Sam had to get Mrs. Muckle her job back.

"So," Sean said to Clover. "Do you miss Rock?"

"Yes," Clover replied in a tone that was both sad and accepting. "But we were destined for different paths. I'm a student and a spy. His life, his love and his lady is the sea."

"Nectar," Alex said.

"Hey guys," Sam greeted as she came in... with David, much to Sean's displeasure.

"Hey," Sean said, trying to act nonchalant. "How'd the peace talks go?"

"Yeah," Clover added. "Everything seems to be back to normal. How'd you do that?"

"Well," David said. "Let's just say Sam convinced me and the other students that diplomacy was a better option than starvation."

"What about Mrs. Muckle being automated out of her job?" Alex questioned.

"We suggested a compromise to the cafeteria administration," Sam explained.

The three wondered what she meant. Then they looked ahead and saw Mrs. Muckle running Arnold over with a scanner wand. When she was finished, she looked at her readings on a screen.

"Elevated cholesterol," she said. "Pre-ulcerous conditions. You'll take a tofu burger."

She pressed a button on the machine beside her, which dispensed Arnold's lunch to him on his tray.

"Technology with a human touch," Sean said. "I like it."

"We work well together, David," Sam said, placing her hands on his shoulders and making Sean fist his up, though Sam didn't see it. "We're perfect for each other."

"Like brother and sister," David replied and Sam's smile dropped.

"Brother and sister?" she said, disappointed as Sean's hands opened. "Yeah."

As David ruffled Sam's hair affectionately and began to tickle her, Alex and Clover rolled their eyes in annoyance while Sean let out a sigh of relief.

He doesn't like her like that, he thought to himself happily. That means I have a chance.

Well, there you have it. Not much to say about this chapter. It's pretty straightforward. The chapter after this, on the other hand, is a completely different story. As I've mentioned before, it is the start of an arc for Sean that spans the rest of Season 2. And this arc is one of the first things that came to mind when I first thought of this story. I'm especially excited to get started on it and I hope you're just as excited to read it.