(Here's the next chapter. Sorry for the long wait. I was waiting for more reviews. Thanks to Sailor Evanescence, IvyCatGirl, and Sherlock-fan19 for reviewing chapters 1, 2 and 3.)

With Alex back with us, we came out of the building.

"Now we gotta find Willard and stop him!" Sam said determined.

"But where? We don't even know where to start," Clover responded.

"Well, he said starting with the largest cities, so maybe referring to countries," Sam assumed.

"China! That's the first stop," Brittney said, figuring it out.

"Where is the WOOHP Jet when you need it?" Clover said.

"I have a better idea," Alex said.

3:58 p.m. -- Pacific Ocean

The girls and I were hovering across the Pacific Ocean on a sled that Alex found back in Greenland. She was at the back, while the rest of us sat at the front.

"Alex, you should wear boots more often!" Clover complimented.

We caught up to the jet that Willard was riding in.

"Stop!" Sam ordered.

"Pull over," Alex ordered.

"Yooooouuuuu??" Willard said. He could not believe what he just saw.

He positioned the jet into us.

"He's gonna crash into us!" Sam said, a little petrified.

"The nerve of him," I said, petrified as well.

He flew past us, and Clover, Sam, Brittney and I fell from the sled.

We screamed as Alex flew back down and caught all of us before we could hit the water.

"Good catch, Alex," Brittney complimented.

"Definitely, 8 points there," I improvised.

We continued on until we reached Beijing.

4:30 p.m. -- Beijing, China (A/n: I'm not sure if I got the time right on that part, but if I didn't, tell me what it was in your reviews.)

Willard was busy showing a crowd his invention, until we dropped in.

"Step away from the Ogmentor," Sam ordered.

"Make me!" Willard snapped, firing a laser at the people and us.

"Don't mind if we do," Brittney responded as we took out the cashmere biker outfits, and put it over us, causing the beam to rikochet and aim back at Willard and his henchmen. It hit them and they moved in slow motion.

As we walked, we began to suspect something.

"Are we moving faster than usual?" Sam asked.

"I think so," I responded.

We looked over and noticed that the crowd had been hit by the phenomenom and was moving in slow motion.

"Oopsie," we said.

"This is gonna be a long day," Alex said.

"And a long haul," I added.

Back at WOOHP, Jerry was congratulating us on a job well done.

"Marvelous job, Alex. The world is moving at regular speed again, thanks to you," Jerry said proudly.

"Really, Alex. I learned so much from you," Brittney complimented, knowing that her and Alex were friends now.

"Thank you so much for having me,"

"Our pleasure," Sam said happily.

"Your training is complete. Well done," Jerry said.

"Training? You mean she wasn't here to replace me?" Alex asked.

"Of course not, Alex. You'd be our most inspirational spy if Sam wasn't on the team," I complimented.

"I'm inspirational?" Sam asked me.

"Sure ya are," I told her.

"Thanks, Mathew," Sam said, warm-hearted.

"Now it's time for you to be assigned to your new team," Jerry said to Brittney.

"But, Jerry she belongs here. We're a team," Alex said.

"I'm sorry, Alex, but don't worry. You'll see each other again someday," Jerry said, pressing a button and Brittney was out of WOOHP already.

"So, tell me, how ever did you figure out the molecular transmission?" Jerry asked.

Alex gasped, "My science project," and bolted out of WOOHP.

"Yes indeed, no one can ever replace Alex," Jerry assured.

"Definitely not. And hopefully not me either," I responded.

"Of course not, Mathew. You're probably the sweetest member on the team," Sam said.

"Thanks, Sam. Really appreciate it," I said back to her.


(That's it. Give me more suggestions on my next episode. I need more, but please don't flame this chapter. I don't know if it's exactly right, but who cares. Please review.)