Agents of Secret Stuff Page #3
- Year:
- 2010
- 35 min
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Anyway, see we've already won.
Now that we have Taylor, we S.I.N.S. have everything to overthrow you,
stinky A.S.S.es.
- Wait... Taylor... Wait, what?
- You don't know about her?
- Well... I know some things...
I know that she can only read from left to right, that she's really good at hitting shuttle c*cks with a netted-stick,
that she's really smart, funny and cute, that she's my best friend, my only friend.
- Aw... Aden...
- Aw... Aden... I mean... But I was thinking along the line of... She's the future of all the A.S.S.es.
- She is?
- I am?
- Jeez, don't they teach anything over there?
You are one dumb ass!
- Aiden.. No!
- Mouse trap...
Good night, Aiden.
That's cute, Taylor.
Real cute. Now get back in your...
Fix your chair, and get back in it!
- How could you do this Melvin. We've been friends for years!
- Every year I've been trying to kill you.
- Because of people like you that Aiden can't live a normal life.
You made me miss my own homecoming dance.
- Ha, don't you mean home-no-one's-coming dance?
1-0 Melvin!
Anyways, me and the kids have been talking about how your little dance and how we are not gonna go cause we are pretty sure that it's gonna suck!
- What the hell, Taylor.
- I thought you wanna dance, Melvin.
- Aiden, are you okay?
- No! It hurts real bad.
- Can I tell you something?
- What?
- I told you so. - Shut up.
- Ruining the moment!
- Death chop!
- Tracy? What are you doing here?
- I was informed you were in danger.
- By who?
- By me.
- Who are you?
- I am your...
- My father?
- What? No... How is that even possible, I am like the same age as you, that's disgusting.
I am your step-step-brother-in-law.
You know what, don't worry about it. Your dad was really promiscuous, forget it, long story.
- He's been watching over you, Aiden. We all have.
- Then you know that I failed. Taylor was in great danger and I couldn't even protect her.
- On the contrary, you have succeeded.
Not only have you discovered the S.I.N.S. agent within the high school but you have brought out Taylor's full potential,
enriching what she's destined to become.
- I did? Okay, cool.
- Me? what does that mean?
- Taylor...
- Where are all these people coming from?
- Have you ever wondered why your parents are black?
- I was adopted...
- And why you speak 10 languages?
- "Je ne sais pas?"
- Straight A student and very good at first person shooters.
And now you have defeated a S.I.N.S. agent with no training ever!
- Because I'm...awesome?
- Well, I could have done that too... If I wanted...
- It is in your blood, Taylor...
to be an amazing A.S.S.!
You are the daughter of Agent X, the founder of all the A.S.S.es.
Taylor, you are my daughter.
- But you are so old...
- But your mama was so young...
- Aiden, I am...
- My father?
- No.. no, Aiden, no one here is your freaking father!
I mean he abandoned you at birth.
He is not coming back.
- Aiden, I am very proud to present you with the H.O.L.E.
You are now an official Agent of Secret Stuff.
My A.S.S.H.O.L.E.
- Congratulations, kid.
- So now what.
- And now... you are part of our world.
The S.I.N.S. will be following you and Aiden more intensely than ever before...
- The dance is ending right now!
- Oh yea, speaking of the dance, I was wondering if I can
- Aiden you wanna come to the homecoming dance with me?
- Yea sure, I got nothing better to do...
- Let's go.
No...
We're too late... we missed it.
Being a secret agent is really hard.
- It's okay, it's not your fault.
Will you move to the musical notes with me?
- So Aiden, you have all the gagdets.
You can fight, you are brave, you are smart, and now you have your H.O.L.E
But you know you still have one thing missing if you want to be a secret agent.
- Wait, what? That's impossible, what could I be missing?
- Well, everyone knows the real secret agent always gets the girl in the end.
- I've honestly never heard that before. That sounds ridiculous.
But.. um... Maybe... maybe you can help me with that.
- Bush!
- Somebody's there.
- I'll go left. - I'll go right.
- Ready? One, two...
- Wait! There's one more thing...
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