It was a dark and stormy night at Dr. Evil's mansion...Ok not really. It was a sunny cloudless day down in the projects where Dr. Evil was stuck living in a crack house with a 14 year old pregnant runaway named Lydmila, 3 drug addicts Tim, Gorg, and Biggie (he forgot his real name), and a wannabe gang made up of T-dawg, Curly, Shizzle, and Yo mama.. Dr. Evil and Number 2 sat talking together around a small three legged table while mini-me smoked some hash with the gang, and tried to hook up with Lydmila.

"Listen, er, Number 2, hear me out dawg", Dr. Evil said, obviously letting his environment get to his head. "I was watching E true Hollywood story last night, and I have the perfect plan to take over this joint...er, I mean world".

Number 2 looked up at Dr. Evil. " Homie, I'm not following you."

"We need the Spice girls", Dr. Evil said simply.

"You must be straight tripping homie", Number Two said while rolling a joint and throwing it to mini-me who was dressed like a gangster with one leg of his pants rolled up and pimping a hat.

"They have those catchy little songs and Baby spice is so innocent while Ginger is like Lydmila, and then there is Scary who is beyond perfect for taking over with those...er... scary faces, homie. You got my back fool ?" Dr. Evil said, while they ignored the scream of some girl out of the streets who was probably getting gang banged.

"I see, dawg." Number two said while thinking. " I got yo back fo sho, now lets get out of this joint and go clubbing for some sexy mama's, it's ladies night down at the beach".

"Riiiight", Dr. Evil says, before grabbing his big pimp jacket and cane and following number two out of the door.