Aliasgirl47
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sure, i can PM you guys! there will probably be more tonight or tomorrow, i am in a writing mood today
Spies Just Wanna Have Fun
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bluheart13
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Thats cool LA buddy.
unbridled spirit
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hahahahahahaha!!! i cant imagine jack doing that! here... i wanna do my sydney cheerleading chant...
:groupwave: give me an S....Y....D....N...E....Y....whats that spell? SYDNEY! Why Do We Like Sydney? Give me an S.....H....E P...O....U...R...E....D C...H....E....R....R....Y C..O....K...E O...N V....A....U...G....H....N!!!! WHOO HOO :groupwave:
:groupwave: give me an S....Y....D....N...E....Y....whats that spell? SYDNEY! Why Do We Like Sydney? Give me an S.....H....E P...O....U...R...E....D C...H....E....R....R....Y C..O....K...E O...N V....A....U...G....H....N!!!! WHOO HOO :groupwave:
Alias Obsessed 47
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hilarious! 
i cant imagine jack drooling or yelling yippee for granola. this is too funny. i have to take a break and calm my self.
i cant imagine jack drooling or yelling yippee for granola. this is too funny. i have to take a break and calm my self.Alias Obsessed 47
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OMG! U have to have to have to have to write MORE MORE MORE MORE! I toally and completely LOVE it! U are a very talented writer. Keep writing! Can u PM wen the next chapter is up? That would be soooooooooooooooo great! 
I cant wait to read the rest! Chapter 3 is done and Chapter 4 is up! YAY! 
Check it out! I think that these 2 chapters have been my best. What do u think? Read it and find out! Im starting chapter 5! Im on a roll! Sorry, I had to change my username. I couldn’t post on my other one.
<3, Kailyn
I cant wait to read the rest! Chapter 3 is done and Chapter 4 is up! YAY! Check it out! I think that these 2 chapters have been my best. What do u think? Read it and find out! Im starting chapter 5! Im on a roll! Sorry, I had to change my username. I couldn’t post on my other one.<3, Kailyn
bluheart13
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I hope you post more soon Mandi
Aliasgirl47
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sure! i can send you that PM!Alias Obsessed 47 said:OMG! U have to have to have to have to write MORE MORE MORE MORE! I toally and completely LOVE it! U are a very talented writer. Keep writing! Can u PM wen the next chapter is up? That would be soooooooooooooooo great!
<3, Kailyn
IrinaDerevko
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LOL I've never seen people so excited about McDonald's!!
Alias Obsessed 47
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hahaha. me neither! thats sooooooooooo funny! icant wait til sark and sloane get there. and i cant wait to see syd and vaughn in the playplace.IrinaDerevko said:
musically83
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heeheehee...wonderful update....more soon?
thanks for the pm!
thanks for the pm!
aliasjgfanaticmv
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LMAO!!!! heheh... I can see them throwing those plastic balls at each other and basically making it a war zone... :lol:Alias Obsessed 47 said:
bluheart13
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yeah...........this is going to be very funny...............
Alias Obsessed 47
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can u please please please with a cherry on top PM me when you have posted the next part? i would appreciate that sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
ooooooooooooooooooooooo much! thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you!
<3, Kailyn
ooooooooooooooooooooooo much! thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you!
<3, Kailyn
:rotflmao: :rotflmao: :rotflmao:bluheart13
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okay Mandi are you going to have some soon??????????????????????????????????
Aliasgirl47
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I have a little more, don't know how long it will be, but here it is...
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After many failed attempts, Kendall finally succeeded in getting Jack up off the floor. Afterwords, he ordered a chicken sandwhich and a salad and they both went into the enclosed playplace area to eat their meals.
Just as Jack was sitting down to enjoy his parafait with granola, a plastic ball came flying towards him and hit him smack in the forehead, causing him to flip over the bench, out cold.
Kendall turned to look towards the ball pit and see who threw it. Instantly, Sydney and Vaughn pointed to each other and claimed that the other one had done it.
"I can't believe you guys! It took me enough trouble to pick Jack off the floor the first time, but now it'll be like picking up dead weight! But I'm not his mother, so I'm not picking him up..." complained Kendall.
So, Jack was left on the floor as Sydney and Vaughn continued to bombard each other with plastic McDonald's balls.
Meanwhile...
The SD-6 van reached the McDonald's parking lot. But that was only after Sloane run over two stops signs and honked the horns at some slow walking old ladies, who promptly flicked him off, to get there.
The McDonald's appeared to be very peaceful with flowers outside it and a statue of Ronald McDonald sitting outside on the bench. Marshall was first out the van followed by Dixon, then Sark, and then Sloane. Sark held the door open for Sloane, but he paused right outside the builing.
"Are you coming, Mr Sloane?" asked Sark.
"Um, I'll be there ina minute Sark. You go on."
"Great because I really really REALLY want that Happy Meal!" And with that Sark skipped happily inside.
Inside, Marshall was already seated and eating. Dixon was waiting now at the counter and there seemed to be a ruckus going on.
"I want a sub!" cried Dixon.
"I'm sorry sir, but we don't have subs"
"I want a sub! Do you hear me? I want a sub!"
"I can't help you, we have no subs!" yelled back the guy at the counter.
Then Dixon threw himself on the gorund and started a hysterical crying fit.
Sark walked up to the counter. "Is he yours?" asked the guy at the counter, gesturing to Dixon, whailing his head off.
"Well, he's not my Valentine or anything if that's what you meant, but he is with me. I mean not with me though, just with me. You know what I mean?" said Sark.
"Umm, no not really, but frankly I don't care, I just want you to get him off the floor and get him to shut up!" yelled the guy.
"Well aren't we a bit uppiddy," said Sark pulling Dixon up off the ground and handing him a folorn french fry left behind on someone's table. Instantly, he shut up.
Then Sark returned to the register to order his Happy Meal. "I'd like a chicken McNugget Happy Meal please."
"Aren't you a little old for a happy meal?" asked the guy.
"Of course not! It's a free country and I can have my Happy Meal no matter what age I am!" yelled Sark defiantely.
And this fight between the man at the counter and Sark, evetually though, the man gave Sark his happy meal, but only after shortchanging him first. Sark sat down on the barstool and began his meal.
"WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!" he called as he spun around on the stool, half eaten chicken nugget and Barbie toy in hand. They put the most amazing things in Happy Meals these days, he later commented.
Then after falling off the stool and landing on a packet of ketchup, which proceeded to bust and splatter all over him, Sark decided not to spin anymore and he simply finished his nuggets while talking to the Barbie toy. Dixon was now under a table holding the same french fry and Marshall proceeded to leave and go to the playplace.
Meanwhile...
There was insanity in the playplace. Little children, and this time I don't mean the Secret Agents, had gotten in and were playing. They had climbed into the ballpit, but after claiming that Sydney and Vaughn were hogging all the balls, they got out and went to find fun elsewhere. The fun they found, however, was a man by the name of Jack Bristow.
Jack, who was still unconscious by the way, was on the floor and drooling yet again. These curious children then picked up some mustard and decided to paint a mustache on Jack. This only lasted a few minutes however, and then Jack awoke, which scared the kids away. So there was Jack, a senior officer in the CIA, standing in the middle of a McDonald's Playplace with mustard on his face. What did this spy decide to do to take control of the situation? Why, he went for a ride on the swirly slide, of course!
At the same time, Marshall was getting interested in the toy rocketship. He got in and sat there the entire time, trying to make it fly.
By that time, there were balls flying all over the playplace from the fight that Sydney and Vaughn were having. Kendall was running around frantically.
"This is completely against protocol! There is no way you can do this! Get out of there right now and stop throwing things! Protocol, people, protocol!" he yelled waving around The Big Book of Protocol, his most sacred and cherished possession, in the air.
Then from within the ballpit, Sydney stood up on the side of it and jumped down hard on Vaughn. "Hey, Sydney, when was the last time you shaved your legs?" asked Vaughn.
"This morning, why?" asked Sydney.
"Because your leg feels...umm....hairy...atually...furry..." said Vaughn with an odd look.
"Um, Vaughn that's not my leg, my legs are here," said Sydney, sticking them up in the air.
"Then what was it?" asked Vaughn worriedly.
Then out of the balls popped up a drunken Russian squirrel! Sydney and Vaughn screamed and started bombarding it with balls. Then it jumped up and bit Vaughn's hand and ran out the ball pit and into the pther part of the ballpit.
Kendall was still there ranting and yelling and waving The Big Book of Protocol in the air. The squirrel ran out and was obviously upset by Kendall yelling because he ran up Kendall's leg, snatched the book out of his hand and devoured it. Kindall got more mad than anyonehad ever seen him. He turned beet red and cursed the squirrel with every word int eh book and a few he had made up on the spot and then gave the squirrelt eh finger.
Then the squirrel belched and ran away, leaving Kendall on the ground, shiny bald head in hands, crying his eyes out. After a few minutes, he sucked it up and got mad again, and ordered Sydney and Vaughn out the ballpit. Then they went to go pull Jack out of the swirly slide, where he had gotten stuck after the second turn. After that, they stormed out the building, got int he car, and drove back to CIA Headquarters.
Meanwhile...
As the whole gang from the CIA exited the building, they passed by Sark, who at the time was sitting on the barstool and dangling off his feet, while slurping the remnants of an orange soda. "Darn it! I'm out!" he yelled and went to get a refill. On his way back, he saw the CIA Agents leave and recognized Sydney and Jack. He knew something was up.
"Dixon! Marshall! We have to go NOW!" he called. "Where's Sloane?"
Marshall and Dixon rushed to his side, but neither knew where Sloane was.
"Oh, well. this is an emergency!" cried Sark as they hurried out the door.
And there outside the door, sat Sloane on Ronald McDonald's lap, softly cooing in his ear...
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and my stupidity continues....
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After many failed attempts, Kendall finally succeeded in getting Jack up off the floor. Afterwords, he ordered a chicken sandwhich and a salad and they both went into the enclosed playplace area to eat their meals.
Just as Jack was sitting down to enjoy his parafait with granola, a plastic ball came flying towards him and hit him smack in the forehead, causing him to flip over the bench, out cold.
Kendall turned to look towards the ball pit and see who threw it. Instantly, Sydney and Vaughn pointed to each other and claimed that the other one had done it.
"I can't believe you guys! It took me enough trouble to pick Jack off the floor the first time, but now it'll be like picking up dead weight! But I'm not his mother, so I'm not picking him up..." complained Kendall.
So, Jack was left on the floor as Sydney and Vaughn continued to bombard each other with plastic McDonald's balls.
Meanwhile...
The SD-6 van reached the McDonald's parking lot. But that was only after Sloane run over two stops signs and honked the horns at some slow walking old ladies, who promptly flicked him off, to get there.
The McDonald's appeared to be very peaceful with flowers outside it and a statue of Ronald McDonald sitting outside on the bench. Marshall was first out the van followed by Dixon, then Sark, and then Sloane. Sark held the door open for Sloane, but he paused right outside the builing.
"Are you coming, Mr Sloane?" asked Sark.
"Um, I'll be there ina minute Sark. You go on."
"Great because I really really REALLY want that Happy Meal!" And with that Sark skipped happily inside.
Inside, Marshall was already seated and eating. Dixon was waiting now at the counter and there seemed to be a ruckus going on.
"I want a sub!" cried Dixon.
"I'm sorry sir, but we don't have subs"
"I want a sub! Do you hear me? I want a sub!"
"I can't help you, we have no subs!" yelled back the guy at the counter.
Then Dixon threw himself on the gorund and started a hysterical crying fit.
Sark walked up to the counter. "Is he yours?" asked the guy at the counter, gesturing to Dixon, whailing his head off.
"Well, he's not my Valentine or anything if that's what you meant, but he is with me. I mean not with me though, just with me. You know what I mean?" said Sark.
"Umm, no not really, but frankly I don't care, I just want you to get him off the floor and get him to shut up!" yelled the guy.
"Well aren't we a bit uppiddy," said Sark pulling Dixon up off the ground and handing him a folorn french fry left behind on someone's table. Instantly, he shut up.
Then Sark returned to the register to order his Happy Meal. "I'd like a chicken McNugget Happy Meal please."
"Aren't you a little old for a happy meal?" asked the guy.
"Of course not! It's a free country and I can have my Happy Meal no matter what age I am!" yelled Sark defiantely.
And this fight between the man at the counter and Sark, evetually though, the man gave Sark his happy meal, but only after shortchanging him first. Sark sat down on the barstool and began his meal.
"WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!" he called as he spun around on the stool, half eaten chicken nugget and Barbie toy in hand. They put the most amazing things in Happy Meals these days, he later commented.
Then after falling off the stool and landing on a packet of ketchup, which proceeded to bust and splatter all over him, Sark decided not to spin anymore and he simply finished his nuggets while talking to the Barbie toy. Dixon was now under a table holding the same french fry and Marshall proceeded to leave and go to the playplace.
Meanwhile...
There was insanity in the playplace. Little children, and this time I don't mean the Secret Agents, had gotten in and were playing. They had climbed into the ballpit, but after claiming that Sydney and Vaughn were hogging all the balls, they got out and went to find fun elsewhere. The fun they found, however, was a man by the name of Jack Bristow.
Jack, who was still unconscious by the way, was on the floor and drooling yet again. These curious children then picked up some mustard and decided to paint a mustache on Jack. This only lasted a few minutes however, and then Jack awoke, which scared the kids away. So there was Jack, a senior officer in the CIA, standing in the middle of a McDonald's Playplace with mustard on his face. What did this spy decide to do to take control of the situation? Why, he went for a ride on the swirly slide, of course!
At the same time, Marshall was getting interested in the toy rocketship. He got in and sat there the entire time, trying to make it fly.
By that time, there were balls flying all over the playplace from the fight that Sydney and Vaughn were having. Kendall was running around frantically.
"This is completely against protocol! There is no way you can do this! Get out of there right now and stop throwing things! Protocol, people, protocol!" he yelled waving around The Big Book of Protocol, his most sacred and cherished possession, in the air.
Then from within the ballpit, Sydney stood up on the side of it and jumped down hard on Vaughn. "Hey, Sydney, when was the last time you shaved your legs?" asked Vaughn.
"This morning, why?" asked Sydney.
"Because your leg feels...umm....hairy...atually...furry..." said Vaughn with an odd look.
"Um, Vaughn that's not my leg, my legs are here," said Sydney, sticking them up in the air.
"Then what was it?" asked Vaughn worriedly.
Then out of the balls popped up a drunken Russian squirrel! Sydney and Vaughn screamed and started bombarding it with balls. Then it jumped up and bit Vaughn's hand and ran out the ball pit and into the pther part of the ballpit.
Kendall was still there ranting and yelling and waving The Big Book of Protocol in the air. The squirrel ran out and was obviously upset by Kendall yelling because he ran up Kendall's leg, snatched the book out of his hand and devoured it. Kindall got more mad than anyonehad ever seen him. He turned beet red and cursed the squirrel with every word int eh book and a few he had made up on the spot and then gave the squirrelt eh finger.
Then the squirrel belched and ran away, leaving Kendall on the ground, shiny bald head in hands, crying his eyes out. After a few minutes, he sucked it up and got mad again, and ordered Sydney and Vaughn out the ballpit. Then they went to go pull Jack out of the swirly slide, where he had gotten stuck after the second turn. After that, they stormed out the building, got int he car, and drove back to CIA Headquarters.
Meanwhile...
As the whole gang from the CIA exited the building, they passed by Sark, who at the time was sitting on the barstool and dangling off his feet, while slurping the remnants of an orange soda. "Darn it! I'm out!" he yelled and went to get a refill. On his way back, he saw the CIA Agents leave and recognized Sydney and Jack. He knew something was up.
"Dixon! Marshall! We have to go NOW!" he called. "Where's Sloane?"
Marshall and Dixon rushed to his side, but neither knew where Sloane was.
"Oh, well. this is an emergency!" cried Sark as they hurried out the door.
And there outside the door, sat Sloane on Ronald McDonald's lap, softly cooing in his ear...
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and my stupidity continues....
aliasjgfanaticmv
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Sweet mother of Irina! LMAO!!!! ROLFPOTATOES! :sideroll: :rotflmao: ::gasping for air:: I was wondering where the hell Sloane was... THIS IS AGAINST PROTOCAL! LMAO! heheh poooor kendall... LMAO! And the part, syd, when was the last time you shaved your leg? and then the squirrel! ::gasping and choking:: OMI!!! LMAO! heheh 
:lol: ^_^
No no, it's not your stupidity, it's the insane goodness! The insane goodness continues ^_^
:lol: ^_^No no, it's not your stupidity, it's the insane goodness! The insane goodness continues ^_^
Aliasgirl47
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well thanks Jo! I'm taking this as a compliment...lol!
This fic gets better resposes than my romances and my poems combined! LMAO!
This fic gets better resposes than my romances and my poems combined! LMAO!
