As the scene opens, Alex, Undercover Kid, is sitting in a booth at Red-Castle Burgers waiting for a spy, who will give him the secret information he needs to get back to HQ and save the day!
While waiting incognito for his contact, Alex took a bite out of the New-'n-Improved Habanero Blitz Burger.
"AUUGH!!" He shrieked in pain as he dropped his burger. He felt a sense of higher elevation as well as a slight concussion as he crashed through the ceiling. He looked around and wiggled, his arms pinned against his sides. He kicked, but no pimento. He exhaled noisily.
"Whoooah that's good stuff! Hey, I can see my house from here!" He shouted, looking in the entirely wrong direction.
He felt a tugging on his feet. He kicked harder, and one final yank later, he came plummeting down through the plaster. "YAAA- Owch!" He landed hard in his booth, and across the table, the spy sat.
"About time you got down." The stylish hairdo and dark turtleneck sweater told him that this was the spy he had been waiting for. That, and the fact that he dared sit in Alex's booth and-
"Hey! Those are my french-fries! Paws off!" Alex slid his tray back towards himself protectively. "Oh, my poor little Frenchies!" He looked sadly at his diminished supply of deep-fried golden deliciousness, then took one out and chomped on it pleasurably.
"Blaugh! You can keep your...Whatever you call that distasteful, healthless food!" The spy started to leave.
"You can't leave! You have just eaten and insulted the perfect food all in one go and I demand compensation! You owe me for fifty french-fries!" The spy stopped and reseated himself in the booth.
"I only ate forty-four and a half." The spy informed him coldly, looking down his nose at the tween. "And I highly doubt that they're actually French."
"Yeah, but I'm actually using my stupid school skills for once. I'm rounding it! And besides, only the French could invent the perfect food." Alex was shocked that one as sophisticated as a spy couldn't see the clearest of facts right in front of his nose. But then again, Alex doubted that the spy could see him either. He was looking down his nose so much that he was going cross-eyed.
"Are you the one I was instructed to wait for?" The spy asked, crossing his arms. "If so, I do not like what I'm seeing."
"I agree, any spy that's too cheap to buy his own junk food is terribly unprofessional." Alex started back into their disagreement.
"I never argue. Especially with a contact as unimpressive as yourself." He stated, his coolness starting to wear thin.
"Then disagree! Or just agree that you're a cheapskate!" Alex said, savagely slurping his Sludgie.
"I am trained to never back down until I win. I suggest that you just eat your lunch quietly so that we can avoid a scene." He glared at the pest sitting across the table from him.
"Watch me make a scene! I'll blow your cover like a bag of popcorn on a really hot day!" Alex bit into his Blitz Burger. He didn't crash through the ceiling, that usually only happened on the first bite, but steam was billowing off of him as he quickly grabbed his Sludgie and gulped some down. "Or like a smoke-bomb dropped into a vat of hot-sauce."
"Have you actually attempted that?" The spy asked, shedding the last fragments of his composure.
"Yeah, and let me tell you, you owe me a dollar ninety-nine plus tax!"
"Fine by me! My parents are well stocked with money." The spy unfolded a pair of sunglasses and jammed them onto his face before stalking out the door.
"I bet those only cost ninety-eight cents at the drug store!" Alex called at the retreating figure before he started back on his burger, then realized something. In the heat of the moment, the spy still hadn't reimbursed him. He'd gotten away scot-free! Come to think of it, he'd left without delivering the secret information Alex was supposed to collect! The Boss was going to kill him for botching this one!
First off, I'd like to say that I'm never shooting a MOC outdoors on a windy day again; all sorts of junk blows into your scene and knocks stuff over. Normally I don't photograph in bad weather, but it was the first sunny day I'd had in a while and I had the time.
Credit for the story goes to my sister, she wrote nearly the whole scene as part of a short story. As you've seen by now, the whole MOC doesn't have any great action or anything, it's about the cheezy dialouge between a self-absorbed secret agent and a twelve-and-a-half year old. Strangely, this MOC took a very long time to complete, half a day to shoot, three hours to edit, and over a month later I'm finally posting it! That is why the design doesn't hold up to some of my other work.
Also, even though Undercover Kid and the Spy don't actually do much, glasses pile up on the floor as those rascally drinkers down one after another, and the Squire (waiter) keeps tripping on them. And the two disreputable guys at the bar? Just guess.
Quoting Joshua Yeung
Who are those rascal drinkers? They must be Badger and Will decompressing(no pun) after a long day...
It all depends on where you spend more time. On Brickarms, they would be Will and Badger; on MOCpages, they would be... Er, perhaps if you spent more time here you'd soon learn of the rather infamous escapades of these two good-for-nothings. They are rather famous around these parts.