Fan Fiction ❯ Jim Bob 0019 : Sparky the Menace ❯ Dumpster Diving ( Chapter 1 )

Jim Bob 0019: Sparky the Menace

Chapter 1: dumpster diving

Secret Agent Jim Bob was sitting in a dumpster in an alley behind a sushi joint in New York. " Man, this fish stinks!" Jim Bob pinched his nose. Rotten old fish probably don't smell that good. Well Jim Bob was on a mission. He was looking for the Japanese assassin, and some one told him that the assassin liked sushi. Jim Bob had been to every sushi place in New York, but he still heard nothing of the assassin.

Jim Bob fiddled with his holey shoe, he was disguised as a hobo, when he heard people yelling in Japanese, Jim Bob jumped out of the dumpster, pulled out his shiny gun and ran in to the restaurant. " Hands behind your head!" he yelled, but the only thing that accomplished was getting hit in the head with a bowl. " Baka yaro!" yelled the owner of the restaurant, and he started cursing at the customer who threw the bowl.

A man in the back of the restaurant chuckled and went out the back door. Jim Bob, being out cold, didn't know that the man he was after just slipped out the back door.

Jim Bob walked into H.Q. sporting a brand new, band-aid brand aid on his forehead. When he reached the boss's office took a deep breath and opened the door. " He was there!" his boss, Mr. Hoyle, yelled. "He left when you were on the floor playing around!" " Well I kinda got hit with a bowl…" Jim Bob started. " I don't care if you got hit with a bowling ball! The thing is that Bifuteki got away!" Mr. Hoyle was so red he looked kinda burgundy. Mr. Hoyle lit his cigar and looked at Jim Bob and said," You're going to London. Pack your bags and be ready by five. Got it?" Jim Bob nodded his head and quickly left the room.

It was five and Jim Bob was standing around the airport waiting for an agent to come give him his ticket. " And when their eloquence escapes you, their logic ties you up and rapes you!" Jim Bob sang along with the Police on his Walkman. "I hope you don't plan on making a career of the noise you call singing," said a serious voice. " That was hurtful and unnecessary," said Jim Bob calmly as he took off his headphones, before him stood a man in a suit that had an earpiece in his ear. " Here is your ticket Mr. Copert," said the man. " You will be staying with Ms. Mary Ann Barble." "Groovy." "Now go before you miss your flight." " Okey Dokey." Said Jim Bob as he waved good-bye to the guy in the suit.

Jim Bob's flight to London was a long miserable one. He was seated between two large Iraqi men with excruciating body odor. " I wonder if James Bond had to endure this…" Jim Bob Groaned and sunk into his seat.

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