Sneaking into the Organization *should* have been easy—but being in the wrong bodies made things a *lot harder.*
Marisa had to *pretend* to be a spy. *K.C. had to pretend to be clueless.* It was a disaster.
"Agent Cooper," Craig, the lead scientist, called. "We need you for a combat demonstration."
Marisa blinked. "A what now?"
"A fight demo," Craig said.
Marisa laughed nervously. "Oh, um… I can't. I have… *food poisoning!*"
Craig frowned. "Food poisoning? You literally *never* get sick."
"Uh… well, I tried new sushi today!"
Craig squinted but let it go. Meanwhile, K.C.—being actually *good* at spying—found the files.
She pulled them up.
"Okay… 'Prototype Device #47: Unknown Function.'"
K.C. groaned. *Even the Organization didn't know what it did?!*
Before she could panic, alarms suddenly *blared* through the lab.
"INTRUDER ALERT."
K.C. and Marisa *locked eyes.*
"Oh, that's not good," Marisa muttered.
"Run," K.C. ordered.
They *bolted*.
K.C. quickly rewired the gadget as they ran. "Just a little more—"
The device *flashed again.*
And *just like that… they were back.*
K.C. looked down at her hands. "YES! I'M ME AGAIN!"
Marisa groaned from the floor. "I never want to be a spy again."
K.C. smirked. "Aw, but you were doing so great."
Marisa glared. "You owe me *so many* shopping trips after this."
K.C. laughed. "Fine. But next time I get a mystery gadget, remind me *not* to touch it."
Marisa groaned. "Next time, just *leave me out of it.*"
K.C. pocketed the now-dark gadget, wondering what *else* it could do.
That was a problem for *later.*
For now, she was just glad to be *herself* again.
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The End