Michael and Nikita have just returned from the lair of the Evil Dr. Wayne Zsalinsky, who used his evil doomsday device to shrink them to the height of one centimeter. Previously, Evil Dr. Zsalinsky has shrunk his own kids, then blew up his own baby. After a precarious ride back to Section One between the treads of the tires on the mission van (Thank God they were able to rub themselves together and create enough static electricity to stick to the tire!), Michael and Nikita are making their way through the littered, barren moonscape of Section's air ducts when a fan kicks on and blows them through a vent . . .

"Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . "

Plop.

Int a vast vat of steaming water. Nikita is sure that they have fallen into one of Christopher's consummes, when she bobs up and gasps. Michael surfaces beside her, and his reaction is the same. They are facing a vast ivory mound rising from the water. Nikita looked up . . . . and up . . .and up . . . . . . and screamed.

"Swim this way," Michael shouted, pulling her in the opposite direction. Nikita looked the way Michael pointed and shrieked. "Look," he said, treading water as best he could despite the roiling water, "It's either that or Madeline's gigantic boobies."

Nikita nooded once and swam after him.

"A bit more champagne, my dear?"

"Oh, Paul . . ." Madeline sighed and snuggled deeper into the hot tub. "This is such a wonderful idea. I don't know when I've been this relaxed."

Paul nuzzled her. "Just wait until later . . ."

They reached their goal. They clung on like rock climbers in a hurricane. Michael began knotting Operations' chest hair around his wrists. Then Nikita began to slip. "Niiiiiiiikiiiiiitaaaaaa . . . . . . Nooooooooo . . . . . ."

But it was too late. Down she slid over Operations slender chest and down the belly, no paunch to slow her descent into hell. "Damn Madeline and her tantric massage oils!!!!" he screamed.

Then he looked up. They were moving into the bedroom. Madeline was on the bed, arms wide and beckoning. Operations lay down beside, then began to roll . . . .

"Noooooooooooooooooo . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . "

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