VICKY…THE ICKY October 19, 2007

icky Vicky, you’re so so icky, just the thought of being around you makes me so so sicky. icky Vicky. EW! EW!

ever wonder how that song came to be? well, like this…

(mission impossible song) “dun, dun, dun, dun. dun, dun, dun, dun, dadadun…dadadun…,” she sang as she snuck through the air vent. fast as lightning, strong as steel, cunning as a fox. Vicky was almost SPECIAL. she was a secret agent. now don’t go spreadin this around, cause she’ll never forgive you. notice the words secret agent are crossed out? yeah.

CRASH! CLUNK! BOOM! she froze. it sounded like shooting. right below her. she was only six, and all spies know that agents under ten aren’t allowed to play with guns or fire. even if they were saving the president. it’s in the How To Be A Secret Agent for Dummies handbook.

she started to turn, then stopped. she was saving the PRESIDENT after all. she could bend the rules a bit if nessecary. she continued on. she did stuff like this everyday. Vicky was the best of the vest. the president’s being held ransom, don’t send in a grown-up, send in Vicky.

she came to a vent, and looked down. a video game. the bad guy wasn’t shooting at someone. he was saving the princess form the bad guys on tv. which she didn’t get at all. this she could handle. unscrewing the vent, she dropped down right on top of his shoulders, and sprayed his face with laughing gas. “that should hold him,” she said, and took his keys. she ran to the cell, opened the door, and hit the president with the laughing gas. better if he didn’t ask questions. Vicky. though working for good, could be very icky.

Vicky dragged him to directly under the vent, held on, and shot up her puller-upper-thingy. she dragged him through the vent, down the vent, and out the doors. when her backup got there, they said in unison, “what did you do to the president?!”

“just hit him with the laughing gas. he’ll only be out a little while,”she said. wait, did i say he’ll be out? laughing gas doesn’t knock you out. correct. by hitting him with the laughing gas, i mean she really hit him on the head with the titanium laughing gas can. OUCH!

“that’s it!” it was the head of the SSS, Super Secret Spies. “Vicky, you know you’re the best we’ve got, nobody else even comes close!” the other agents were turning red. “but this is the 4th time you’ve done something like this. i’m glad you saved the president, but…you’re fired.”

she squealed. she squealed at the top of her lungs, “STOP IT!!! STOP IT!!! THAT MEAN MAN PULLED MY HAIR!” as every face from the passing crowd turned to the head of the SSS, Vicky smiled. and ran. just as she rounded the corner, she could just make out he beginnings of an angry mob.

without her giant pay checks, her family was forced to move to washington when she was ten years old. then she met me. in those short five years, she tried to make the SSS look like a big joke, and she did a pretty good job at it. as revenge, the head of the SSS created Fairly Odd Parents, and modeled Vicky after her. she, being pure part evil and all, took it as a compliment.

she tries to act nice and knd nowadays, in order to hide her secret past. because it is secret. THAT is how that song came to be.

-Lizzy-wa OUT!