(This is chapter #3. Thanks to ahhlega for reviewing chapter 4 in my "Lingo" story. Also thanks to capm and fatlip565 for reviewing chapter 2 in this one. And thanks to sexychicky862 for reviewing chapter 4 in my "Date or Disaster" story. Continuing on with this story.)

Sam, Clover, Brittney, Alex and I made a beeline for the door, but the boy sealed it shut by pressing a switch that was right beside his hip.

"You 5 are not getting away that easy," the guy said.

"Why are you kidnapping athletes that enter the Tour de France?" Sam asked.

"And what did they ever do to you?" I added in.

"I wanted to be a part of the race, but the promoters said I couldn't because I was too young." The guy explained.

"Of course you can't enter you're like only 14 or 15, and you can't turn pro until you're 16. And besides, the Tour de France are for those who train everyday." I quipped back.

"Yeah right," he said, not believing me.

"Mathew's right you know," Sam said.

"And you won't get away with your screwed plan." Alex snapped.

"Oh, but I already have," the guy quipped.

"Oh really," I said in sarcasm.

"I'll show you how you can't even get away from the 5 of us," Brittney snapped. She made a quick lunge for him and punched him good, making him fall to the floor.

"Is that all you puny teens got?" he snapped, while he tried standing up.

"Oooh, I'll show you who's the puny one." Clover snapped. She double flipped and punched the guy in the face causing him to have a bloody nose.

"You'll pay for that?" He snapped.

"How do we do that?" I snapped.

"Like this," the guy held a remote control in his hand and fired at Alex, but she was able to move out of the way just in time just before the laser that came out of the remote control could touch her left leg.

"We've gotta get the athletes free. Alex, Clover, you distract him. Brittney, Mathew come with me," Sam ordered.

"Got it," we said and we went off to do our stuff.

Using our cashmere biker outfits, we made the job look relatively easy. Sam grabbed the snowglobe with all the athletes inside it, and threw it down to the floor. It shattered into a hundred pieces of broken glass.

Meanwhile, Alex and Clover were busy moving around trying to avoid the beam and not wind up like the athletes that were in the snowglobe. After about 10 more minutes, Clover jumped high into the air, and tackled the guy, grabbing the remote control from the palm of his hand.

"Okay, Clover got the remote control, now how do we reverse the process?" Brittney asked.

Sam, who was stilll analyzing the situation, thought about switching the batteries in the opposite directions. She tried it, but it didn't work.

"Oh great, now what can we do?" Clover said, looking really worried.

Sam was still thinking, "God what are we gonna do?" she screamed, tossing the remote control out of her hand. It landed on the ground and broke. The athletes were returned to their normal sizes.

"Sammy, you're incredible!" I said in joy and quickly high-fived and embraced her.

"Gee thanks, Mathew," Sam said, blushing.

Brittney, Alex and Clover all joined in the group hug.

Meanwhile, Jerry and the agents from WOOHP had arrived to arrest the guy.

"Excellent job, spies. I'm very proud of you 5," Jerry said.

"Thanks, Jerry," we all said.

"Now, let's get the 5 of you back home," Jerry added.

"Definitely," I said.

As we all boarded the WOOHP plane, we enjoyed a nice peaceful ride back to Beverly Hills.

4:23 p.m. -- Clover's Mansion

Clover, Sam, Brittney, Alex and I were sitting on Clover's couch in front of her TV just flipping through the channels trying to find something good on TV. Unfortunately, she couldn't find anything on TV, so she shut it off, and tossed the remote on the couch right next to Brittney's right thigh.

I picked up the remote control and turned the TV back on.

"What are you doing, Mathew? There's nothing good on TV," Clover said.

"I just want to take one more check. Maybe there's something I like," I said.

While I flipped through the channels, I found a 1-hour program on OLN called "MX Hour."

"Hey, haven't we seen this show before?" Sam asked.

"You have, except Brittney, but the one we watched was from Fort Worth, TX. This one is from Denver. There's about 3 nights a show at the same place." I explained.

"And what's that show about, Mathew?" Brittney asked.

"Glad you asked, Brittney. It's a 1-hour long show for motocross riders who try to improve their riding skills, so they ride the Arenacross tracks, which are at least 30 seconds long, or an hour long program of Freestyle Motocross. This time, it's freestyle motocross," I said.

"Sounds interesting. Hope I'll like it," Brittney said.

"I'm sure you will," I assured her.

The End