Totally Spies Porn Story: Animal World Chapter 1

(Here’s my next episode story after a
short break. As you know it’s “Animal World”. First of
all, here are the suggestions for my next episode. They are: 1. I
Dude, 2. Here Comes the Sun, and 3. Starstruck. I hope you like this
story, and not criticize me for retelling this episode.)

Copyright 2005 (2002 — original
episode)

10:00 p.m. — Mulholland Drive —
L.A.

A beekeeper was packing up and putting
everything away in his pickup truck. He hopped into his truck,
started it, and felt a loud bang. A huge flying animal came and
swooped him away, leaving his headlights on. As the animal flew with
him in its beak, he screamed.

10:00 a.m. — Beverly Hills High
School

The girls and I were walking in the
halls of the school. Sam was wearing her plain green shirt and green
skirt. Clover was wearing a short yellow dress with a white shirt
underneath. Alex was wearing her short pink formal and long blue
capri pants. I was wearing my Chevy Trucks Kawasaki T-shirt with
Michael Byrne’s last name on the back and underneath it was a 26. We
were talking to each other.

“Please, I can barely even stay
awake reading poetry. I can’t believe I have to write a poem for Lit
class. I mean what’s the big deal about a bunch of rhyming words?”
Clover asked.

“The big deal–” I was about
to say but Sam cut me off.

“I’ll tell her. The big deal is
that poetry is like the most romantic way to express yourself. It’s
the language of love,” Sam explained.

“Absolutely. You know, I did
some poetry myself, but I haven’t done much lately,” I said.

“Really?” Sam said
surprised.

“For sure,” I responded.

We continued walking down the hall
until Clover noticed David getting some stuff out of his locker.

“Whoa. Speaking of love, there’s
a guy who’s speaking my language,”

Clover started to blush.

“Clover, sometimes I get the
feeling that when David’s around, you completely ignore Sam, me and
Mathew,” Alex said, but Clover didn’t listen. She just waltzed
up to David.

“Hi, David,” Clover said.

“Hey, Clover,” David said.

“So, did you write your poem–“

Clover was interrupted by Mandy
speaking up.

“Hi, David,”

Mandy noticed Clover and they started
making faces at each other.

“So, like I was saying, did you
write your poem for Lit class?” Clover asked.

“Oh yeah I did. But I’m kind of
afraid to hand it in. I don’t know if it’s good enough. I love
poetry and all, but I’m…just so afraid of rejection,” David
responded as he got out his poem.

“That’s kind of like how I am if
I ever wrote a poem to you and you looked at it, Sam,” I
whispered to Sam’s ear.

“Give me one of your best poems
and I’ll check them out later,” Sam whispered back to me.

“Really? What a coincedience!
I totally love poetry and I’m afraid of rejection also,” Clover
said to David.

“Then you must be afraid
everytime,” Mandy commented snickering. Clover looked at her.

“Hey maybe when you finish your
writing, we could probably get together and sort of construct each
other’s criticism. Kind of like a… study date,” David said to
Clover.

Clover was speechless.

“Did you say d-d-date?”

“See ya Saturday night,”
David said and walked away, waving bye to Clover.

Clover sighed in love, but Mandy was
pissed off.

“Toodles, Mandy. I’ll let you
know how our date turns out,” Clover snickered to Mandy.

Mandy growled.

“A poetry date? Don’t bother.
Sounds about as thrilling as watching nail polish dry!”

Mandy stomped away and everyone else
cleared way.

“Maybe that’s what you and I
should do sometime, the study date,” I said to Sam.

“Remind me tomorrow,” Sam
said to me.

“So, what were you saying, Alex?”
Clover asked.

“Just that everytime David’s
around, you completely ignore–” Alex was about to say, but
Clover cut her off again.

“Oh that reminds me. I better
call my personal shopper,” Clover said.

We were totally feeling taken
advantage of.

“Who can think about outfits at a
time like this,” I said to myself as well as Sam and Alex.

Clover tried to press a button on her
cell phone, but the battery was pretty much dead.

“Evil cell phone battery. How
can you betray me at a time like this?”

“Come on,”

“Clover, I have my phone,” I
said.

“No thanks,” Clover
responded.

She grabbed us by our arms and walked
to a phone booth. Arnold was inside.

“May I?” Clover said,
pulling Arnold out.

“He’ll call you back,”

She pressed the end call button, and
was stuck on what to do now.

“Okay, so how you use one of
these things?”

“It’s easy,” I said.

“Mathew’s right. Just put a
quarter inside the–” Sam was about to say, but we were cut off
by a sudden WOOHPing.

“I DON’T HAVE TIME TO GET WOOHPED
I HAVE AN IMPORTANT CALL TO MAKE!” Clover screamed while we
fell down one of the WOOHP tunnels.

We screamed again as we landed in
Jerry’s office and on a small pink cushion. The receiver was still
in Clover’s hand.

“Great, now I’ll never know how
to use a pay phone,”

“You can do it next time,
Clover,” I said sarcastically.

“Hello, girls, and Mathew as
well,” Jerry said, standing up from his desk.

“Hi, Jerry,” Sam, Alex, and
I said.

“Jer, can’t you use other WOOHP
agents? I have a date with David and–” Clover said, stressed
but Jerry cut her off.

We were looking at her while she said
her sentences.

“No time, Clover. I need you 4
to investigate a series of mysterious and vile attacks,” Jerry
explained.

“Fortunately, one attacker
managed to escape an attack in his own home,”

“And you want us to find out
who’s behind all this,” Sam assumed.

“Correct,” Jerry said.

I gave Sam a pat on her shoulder.

“Oh, and before I forget,”

Jerry handed us some envelopes that
contained an invitation.

“You are cordially invited to
attend the annual WOOHP company picnic to be held at the Beijing
Zoo,” Clover read.

Alex gasped in excitement.

“Sounds fun. Hmm. I wonder if
it’s fine to wear a leopard skin skirt,”

“As long as it’s fake, I don’t
think the leopards would mind,” Sam answered.

“I agree,” I said.

“By the way, attendance to the
picnic is mandatory,” Jerry said.

Clover gasped.

“In that case, I’ll R.S.V.P.
now,” Alex said.

“Me too,” Sam said.

“Count me in,” I said.

“This totally reaks! The picnic
is the same day as my date with David!” Clover said.

“There there. Boys come and go,
but WOOHP is forever,” Jerry said.

“That’s sweet, Jerr,” I
said.

Clover and Alex looked at me, but Sam
didn’t.

“What? What’d I say?” I
said.

“Never mind them, Mathew. For
now, here are your gadgets: tortishelled magnifying shades, faux
snakeskin parachute purse and handbag, net blaster mascara brush and
hairbrush, scanner watch, and a more than high biker sheik lasso
belt,” Jerry said.

“Oh this will go great with my
new pants,” Sam complimented.

“For sure. You’d look a little
more attractive,” I complimented.

“Thanks, Mathew,” Sam said.

Jerry pressed a button, and we were
already WOOHPed out of his office.

11:55 a.m. — Jacob’s Mansion

The spies and I were walking up to a
zoologist named Jacob’s house. The spies were wearing their green,
yellow, and red jumpsuits. I was wearing my Monster Energy Kawasaki
T-shirt with Ivan Tedesco’s last name on the back and underneath it
was a 1.

“According to WOOHP the man is a
zoologist named Jacob,” Sam said.

We walked up to his front door and saw
so many claw marks on the front door.

“Eeeww look at those nasty
scratch marks. Maybe Jacob should manicure his fingernails,”
Clover said.

“Fingernails, try claws,”
Alex said.

“W-Who is it?” Someone
inside said.

“We’re here to investigate your
case,” Sam said.

“Open up, we won’t bite or
anything,” I said.

We heard strange footsteps, and Jacob
answered the door, squatted down. We were confused.

“Uh, sorry. I guess after my
attack, I just can’t take any chances,” Jacob explained after he
stood up.

“Now I see why,” I whispered
to Sam.

“Me too,” Sam whispered
back, agreeing with me.

“Do you have any idea who would
want to attack you?” Alex asked.

“Well, I don’t have any enemies
to speak of. Everyone likes me. I’m usually the life of the party,”
Jacob answered.

“Remind me to skip that party,”
Clover said.

“All I can say is that the person
who attacked me was cold and heartless. He wore a fur coat made from
a very rare South American Polar Bear,” Jacob explained.

“Wow. Now that’s a rare sight,”
I said to Sam.

“Mm-hmm. This is more serious
than I thought,” Sam said.

“Heartless and unfashionable.
Fur is so last season,” Alex complimented while we looked at
her.

“Do you mind if we come in and
take a look around?” Sam asked.

“Sure, no problem,” Jacob
said.

We came into Jacob’s home.

“I’ll make us some tea. It’s
about the only thing that calms my nerves these days,” Jacob
said.

Jacob walked into the kitchen while
the girls and I took a look around his home. Sam began to lift
things up, and I began to look with her.

“So, did you tell David you have
to call off the date?” Alex asked Clover.

“No, and I’m kind of dreading it
too. I know how sensitive he is to rejection,” Clover said.

“Oh well, here goes nothing,”

Clover picked up the phone and called
David.

“Hi, David, it’s Clover. Listen
I have something important to tell you,” Clover said over the
line.

“Hey, Clover. Check out this
poem I wrote about our date,” David said.

“You wrote a poem about our
date?” Clover asked.

“Clover Clover, you are
perfection. I can’t wait for our date. I hate rejection,”
David read.

The fact of hearing that made Clover
feel more uneasy.

“So, let me hear one of your
poems,” David requested.

Clover tried to make up a way of
getting out of David’s call.

“Oh, uh, David, uh, you know, I’m
going through the canyon,” Clover began to screech.

“I’m losing you,” She
screeched again and hung up the call.

David was baffled about that.

“Could this day possibly get any
worse?” Clover asked us.

Before any of us could say anything,
we were interrupted by a scream for help. It was Jacob as he was
being dragged out of his kitchen.

“Aaaaahhhh! Heeelllllpppp!”
Jacob screamed.

We ran to help him, but he was already
gone.

“What happened here?” I
said.

“He’s gone,” Sam said.

“Who or should I say what
abducted him?” Clover said.

“Poor Jacob,” Alex said,
bending down to pick something up. It was his shoe.

“All that’s left of him is his
shoe,”

“This might actually tell us
something,” Sam said.

“I’ll check it out with the
tortishelled magnifying shades,”

“Need any help?” I asked.

“That’s okay, I’ve got it.
Thanks, Mathew,” Sam said.

She got out the glasses and pointed
the lenses at Jacob’s shoe that Alex was holding up. While she
waited for a scan, she found a small blonde hair on the heel part of
the shoe.

“Hey, there’s a blonde hair on
it,”

She used a pair of tweesers and picked
it up.

“Let’s run it through the scanner
watch,” Clover said.

She opened up the scanner watch and
Sam placed the blonde hair on it.

“It’s made from the same rare
polar bear Jacob was talking about,” Clover said when the scan
was done.

“So, it must have been the same
person who attacked Jacob the last time. Because they’re still
wearing the same coat,” Alex assumed.

“I highly doubt that for sure,
Alex,” I said to her.

“Mathew’s right, Alex. Judging
from the damage to that wall, I’d say it was the bear itself,”
Sam said.

“I agree, Sam,” I said.

“Hel-lo. We’re in the middle of
the city. Last I heard that polar bears lived in the snow,”
Clover assumed.

“Let’s call Jerry to see if there
are any polar bears in captivity,” Sam said as she took out her
compowder.

“Hello, girls,” Jerry said.

“Hi, Jer,” Sam said.

“Do you have any records of any
polar bears in captivity?”

“Let’s see,” Jerry said.

He ran a search and found some very
helpful information.

“Oh yes, but it recently escaped.
And oddly it was at the Beijing Zoo, the same place where we’re
having our company picnic. Which reminds me, do you think we should
serve potato salad or embroza at the picnic,” Jerry said.

Sam sighed in disbelief.

“N-Neither. Thanks, Jer. Gotta
go,”

“B-B-But I,” Jerry was about
to say, but Sam had already hung up and put her compowder in her
pocket.

“He gives us an important
mission, and the only thing he can think about is what to eat!”
I said in disgrace.

“I know. Who can think about
snacks at a time like this?” Sam said.

End of chapter.

(Well, tell me your thoughts. I hope
you like this. I tried using Sonic Lover’s antique. I hope you
don’t flame me or criticize me and if you do criticize me, be polite
about it. I’ll work on the next chapter when I can.)