Jazz Hands Returns Again

Chapter 4

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Still at the L.A.M.O.S Headquarters

They were all sitting in the main room. After a discussion-argument-, the L.A.M.O.S had decided to listen to this make-up covered villain.

"So Jazz Hands, what is this deal you want us involved in?" Tim asked him, sarcastically of course.

"The last time I tried my evil plan, the spies and that gray-haired boss of theirs stopped me. I want to try that plan again and I need your help," He replied.

"What's in it for m-us?" Terrance asked, looking out for himself.

"In return for helping me, you guys will get your revenge on WHOOP," Jazz Hands said smirking.

"How?" Merna asked, feeling confused. After all, very few people actually achieved bringing down WHOOP or getting revenge on them.

Jazz Hands took a deep breath in and exhaled before continuing. "While I was trying to carry out my plan, this woman appeared and she wanted to help me and I accepted her assistance. In the end, that girl turned turned out to be an undercover WHOOP super spy."

"Was is one of THE spies?" Helga asked, disgust dripping from her voice.

Jazz Hands nodded.

"Which one?" Tim asked, already having a feeling of who it was.

"Samantha, the green suited one," Jazz Hands replied.

Tim wasn't shocked. Samantha had always been pretty smart. He had a feeling that only she could accomplish being an undercover agent out of her little group. "So how does Samantha once being an undercover agent help us get revenge on WHOOP?"

"My plan was to try to convince her to join my cause," Jazz Hands said.

"Two questions," Said Merna. Jazz Hands nodded for her to continue. "How do you plan on talking to her?"

Jazz Hands looked nervous. "I'm still trying to figure that out."

Boogie Gus, who had been silent the entire time, had a, surprisingly, good idea. "Since her and her little spy friends are fighting, what if we do something that will make Jerry send the girls out on a mission. Since they're fighting, the girl will want to go on her own. While she's investigating on her own, we can kidnap her."

Everyone, except Jazz Hands, stared at Gus in shock. Never had he ever suggested such a brilliant idea.

"That's a...brilliant idea, Gus. I'm proud to have you on my team," Terrance said, smirking evilly.

"And to celebrate, we can have a L.A.M.O.S Dance Party!" Gus laughed.

Everyone sweat dropped. Merna turned back to Jazz Hands to ask her second questions. "What if you try and fail to convince her to join you?"

At this, Jazz Hands turned to Tim. "I've heard of your reputation around the WHOOP prison, and apparently you're goof at brainwashing people."

"What are you getting at?" Tim asked him, already knowing what he wanted and was just waiting for him to say it.

Jazz Hands took a deep breath. "I was wondering, if I can't convince Samantha to join me, will you brainwash her for me?"

Tim honestly didn't want to brainwash her. That would mean she'd turn evil for Jazz Hands, and not him. He always felt something for her, as if it wasn't obvious as he could never bring himself to kill her himself, but he wasn't allowed to feel that way for her. She was a super spy. He was a villain. hey are complete opposites. But in the end, it would still hurt him if Sam turned evil for a fool like Jazz Hands and not him. So he just settles with, "I'll think about it."

A few Hours After Sam was Knocked out

Sam woke up in a dark room. It took her a few moments to figure out more of her surroundings. She was lying on a table with a pillow under her head. However, her feet were seperately strapped onto the table, which was the same with her hands and middle. She found one thing odd though, nothing was over her mouth.

Sam swallowed nervously and let out a groan at how dry her throat was. Someone must have heard her, as she heard the creaking of the door open. She immediately shut her eyes as light flooded the room.

"Hello, Miss Spirit Fingers," she heard a voice say. It took her a few seconds, but she regonized that voice as Jazz Hands'.

"Or should I say Samantha," he continued, as if no one ever knew this.

Sam groaned and looked at him. At least he wasn't completely stupid and had guessed that her throat was dry. He got her a glass of water with a straw. She pit the straw in her mouth and drank, feeling so happy as her throat now felt better and she could now speak.

"What do you want, Jazz Hands?" she asked, her voice still a little weak.

"I want you to be my mime queen, of course," he replied as if it was obvious.

Sam rolled her eyes. She should have expected this. "How many times have I told you that I don't want to be your queen?"

The man looked very sad. For a brief second, Sam felt bad for him. "I had thought you would change your mind, but it seems I was wrong," with that, Jazz Hands sadly walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

'Well obviously he doesn't want me THAT bad if he didn't try that hard to convince me,' Sam thought.

Outside the Room-Third P.O.V., but with Tim

Tim watched as Jazz Hands walked out of the room. He looked so sad that Tim knew what she had said and felt very happy about that. She wouldn't willingly turn evil for that fool.

"What'd she say?" said the ever-oblivious Gus.

"She said no," Jazz Hands said in a whisper and sat down.

Tim had had some time to think and he had come to a conclusion. He wasn't going to let any of these people turn her evil. Why should she have to go evil for these fools, if she didn't for him?

"I'm going to talk to her," Tim said.

Tim grabbed a light and went inside the room. As soon as he was in, he closed the door behind him so the other couldn't hear the conversation.

"Go away, Jazz Hands. I don't want to be your mime queen," Sam said, thinking Tim was Jazz Hands.

Tim put his hand on his heart in mock hurt. "I am shocked that you would think I'm that fool."

Sam paused for a second before saying, "Tim Scam."

He smirked. "Lovely to see you again Samantha."

"What do you want, Scam?" Sam asked, spitting out his name as if it was a disease.

Tim took a deep breath. "I'm going to help you escape."