The Almost Believable Adventures of Kimmy Williams, Kid Spy (MF/f)

[drgoremd]

Twelve year old Kimmy Williams was the kind of girl who always had a twinkle in her eye and a story to tell.With a mop of wild red hair and a million freckles that matched the mischief in her eyes, she had a story for every occasion. She was well known at school for having the wildest imagination—at least, that’s what most people thought. Her best friend and neighbor, Mindy Park, a wide-eyed ten-year-old with a habit of believing everything she heard, was Kimmy’s most loyal audience.

The two were sitting cross-legged in Kimmy’s room on a rainy Saturday afternoon, a plate of cookies between them. She leaned in closer, lowering her voice to a secretive whisper, and said, “Okay, Mindy. What I’m about to tell you is super classified. Like, top-level, international kind of secret. You promise not to tell anyone?”

Mindy nodded solemnly, eyes huge. “I swear on my stuffed panda.” Kimmy grinned. “Good. Because You're not gonna believe this, Mindy,” Kimmy began dramatically, whispering conspiratorially as if the walls themselves might be listening. “But I'm not just your average seventh grader.”

Mindy gasped softly. “You're not?”

“Nope,” Kimmy said, nodding seriously. “I’m actually a secret spy. Like, for real. A kid spy.”

Mindy’s eyes grew even wider. “A spy? No way!”

“Yes way!” Kimmy insisted with a confident grin. “And I just came back from my latest mission—it was my toughest yet.”

Mindy bounced in place, hugging a stuffed unicorn tightly against her chest. “Oh my gosh! Tell me everything!”

Kimmy paused, gathering her thoughts for maximum drama. “Okay, but you have to swear you won’t tell anyone.”
Mindy nodded eagerly. “Cross my heart!”

Kimmy lowered her voice dramatically. "I was undercover at this fancy charity gala. I was tracking two super-dangerous international jewel thieves—a man and a woman. Their names were Ivan and Natasha. They're, like, world-famous criminals. I was supposed to stop them before they got away with the jewels from this super-rich lady."

“Whoa!” Mindy gasped again. “Did you have a secret disguise?”

“Totally!” Kimmy exclaimed, tossing her red hair back proudly. “I was posing as Lady Kimberly of London. British accent and everything! I was in this amazing floor-length navy blue gown with silver sparkles all over it—like tiny stars, super classy. It had this swooshy skirt that made a swishy sound when I walked. And I wore these sparkly heels that clicked on the marble floor—very spy-chic.”

Mindy's mouth hung open. “No way! Like a princess spy!”

“Exactly,” Kimmy said with a wink. “And get this—underneath the dress, I had a hidden utility belt around my thigh, with spy tools tucked inside the folds of the skirt. Hairpin lockpick, mini flashlight, lipstick communicator, and even a wire saw.”

“A wire saw?” Mindy repeated in awe.

“Yup! It looks like a bracelet, but I can use it to cut through ropes and zip ties if I ever get captured. Which I did, obviously,” Kimmy said, tossing her red hair back like it was no big deal. “Good thing I had it with me.”
“Cool!” Mindy squealed, practically vibrating with excitement.

Kimmy took a deep breath, mentally preparing her dramatic retelling. "So, there I was, posing as Lady Kimberly, chatting politely with all the fancy people at the gala. I knew the thieves were somewhere nearby, but I couldn't find them right away. Just then, this handsome guy walks up to me—tall, sophisticated, charming—and he smiles at me and starts saying nice things like how pretty my red hair is and how interesting my accent sounded."

Mindy scrunched up her nose. "Ew! Was he trying to flirt?"

Kimmy giggled softly, her cheeks turning a faint pink as she remembered the imaginary exchange. She leaned in again, smiling bashfully at Mindy. “Well… okay, I mean, he was definitely flirting with me, but Mindy, you wouldn’t believe how totally charming he was!”

Mindy tilted her head, intrigued. “Really? Like, how charming?”

Kimmy clasped her hands dramatically. “Oh my gosh, Mindy, he had this smooth, dreamy voice, and he looked right into my eyes and said things like, ‘Lady Kimberly, I've traveled all over the world, yet I’ve never met anyone as fascinating and elegant as you.’ And then he gave me this little smile and added, ‘Your red hair shines brighter than the rarest ruby, and your eyes sparkle more brilliantly than any diamond in this room.’”

Mindy giggled, eyes wide with wonder. “Whoa! He really said that?”

Kimmy nodded enthusiastically. “Yep! And then he leaned closer and said, ‘I've always believed the greatest treasures aren't diamonds or emeralds—they’re lovely conversations with beautiful company like you.’ He even gently kissed my hand, just like in the movies!”

“Oh my gosh!” Mindy squeaked. “Did you get butterflies?”

“Totally!” Kimmy admitted, her voice excited and breathless. “He was really good at being charming. But remember, it was all a trick. He was just distracting me! Because while he kept talking, smiling, and acting super polite, I never noticed his sneaky partner—the lady thief in the sparkly dress—sneaking up behind me."

"Oh no!" Mindy squeaked, clutching her stuffed unicorn even tighter. "Then what?"

Mindy leaned closer. “Did he trick you?”

Kimmy nodded emphatically. “He totally did! While he kept me distracted, his partner—the glamorous lady—quietly crept up behind me. Before I could even turn around, she grabbed me tight and pressed a handkerchief with sleepy stuff against my face!”

“Sleepy stuff?” Mindy whispered, eyes round as saucers. “You mean like in the movies?”

“Exactly!” Kimmy replied excitedly. “Chloroform! It smelled funny, like cleaning stuff. I tried to hold my breath, but it happened so fast. My eyes got heavy, and I got all dizzy and woozy. Before I knew it, everything went dark.”

Mindy gasped, squeezing her unicorn tighter. “Oh, no! Then what happened?”

“First, they put me on this wooden chair in the storage room. Then they wrapped ropes around me, starting with my wrists behind my back, really tight so I couldn’t wiggle free.”

Mindy’s eyes widened even more. “Did it hurt?”

“Nah, spies are tough,” Kimmy said bravely, puffing up her chest slightly. “But it was super tight. They wrapped rope all around my middle, pinning my arms down, then around my ankles so I couldn’t run away. And just to make extra sure I couldn’t get loose, they tied another rope around my knees.”

“Oh wow,” Mindy said breathlessly, hugging her unicorn tighter. “They really wanted to make sure you wouldn’t escape.”
Kimmy nodded seriously, eyes wide. “And then, just when I started calling for help, they stuffed a silky scarf into my mouth to keep me quiet, and tied another one over it to make sure I couldn’t spit it out.”

Mindy gasped. “Did the scarf taste funny?”

“Totally!” Kimmy wrinkled her nose dramatically, “It tasted like perfume! Gross! I couldn’t even talk or yell for help. I had to just wiggle and twist around until I could finally get free. Luckily, spies learn special escape techniques for just this sort of emergency.”

Mindy tilted her head again, clearly picturing the dramatic moment. “Did the thieves say anything scary when they were tying you up, Kimmy?”

Kimmy leaned in closer, dropping her voice dramatically. “Oh, they totally did! The woman had this sneaky smile, and she kept saying stuff like, ‘You shouldn't meddle in grown-up affairs, little spy,’ and ‘We can't let you ruin our perfect crime.’ She sounded super villainous!”

“What about the man?” Mindy asked breathlessly.

“He just laughed all cool-like and said, ‘Sorry, Lady Kimberly, but you’re going to be tied up here for a long time.’ And then he winked and said, ‘I hope you’re comfortable.’”

Mindy gasped loudly. “Comfortable? But they were kidnapping you!”

“I know!” Kimmy agreed dramatically. “They thought they had won, but they didn't count on me escaping. The woman even said, ‘Make sure those ropes are tight—she looks like trouble!’”

Mindy leaned even closer, practically bursting with curiosity. "Kimmy, you gotta tell me exactly how you got out of those ropes! Like, how did you even move if they tied you up so tight?"

Kimmy grinned, clearly excited to share this part of her story. She sat up straight, preparing for the most dramatic retelling yet.

“Well, Mindy,” Kimmy started earnestly, “escaping from ropes is a super important spy skill!

Mindy nodded solemnly, absorbing every word.

“First, I checked my wrists,” Kimmy continued, holding her own wrists behind her back to show Mindy. “They tied them really tight, but there's always a secret spy trick to loosen ropes. You gotta twist your hands gently back and forth—like you're wiggling—see?”

She demonstrated, twisting her wrists dramatically. Mindy copied her eagerly, wiggling her own small hands behind her back, eyes wide.

Kimmy smiled approvingly. “Exactly like that! At first, the ropes were way too tight, but after a little twisting and wiggling, they started to loosen just a tiny bit.”

“But what about the ropes around your body?” Mindy asked, furrowing her brow. “Didn't they hold you down?”

“Oh, those were tricky,” Kimmy admitted, nodding seriously. “But I noticed that if I leaned forward and backward, side-to-side, slowly rocking the chair a little bit, the ropes around my middle shifted up and down. Little by little, they started sliding loose too.”

Mindy bounced in excitement. “You rocked the chair? Like in spy movies?”

“Exactly!” Kimmy confirmed proudly. “Then, once my arms and wrists were a little looser, I stretched my fingers way back, feeling around for any knots in the rope. Luckily, I found one! Spies practice undoing knots behind their backs all the time, so I knew exactly what to do. I picked at the knot with my fingertips, pulling the rope loose bit by bit. Finally, the knot came undone, and my hands were free!”

“Wow!” Mindy squealed happily, eyes sparkling. “Then what?”

Kimmy raised her arms triumphantly. “After that, it was easy! I pulled off the scarf gagging my mouth, spit out that yucky perfume-tasting scarf, and quickly untied the ropes around my ankles and knees. I jumped up, ran to the locked door, and used my hairpin to pick the lock—just like a real secret agent!”

“You're amazing!” Mindy cried, hugging Kimmy enthusiastically. “I bet those thieves never expected you'd get out!”

“Not a chance,” Kimmy agreed smugly, tossing back her red hair. “That’s why you never underestimate a girl spy.”

I got to the security panel just as they were trying to sneak out the back with all the jewels. Hit the emergency lockdown button. Boom—doors sealed. Alarms blaring. The thieves were caught red-handed.”

“No way!” Mindy squealed.

“I told you,” Kimmy said with a wink. “Being a kid spy isn’t all fun and games. Sometimes you end up tied up in a creepy storage room in a ball gown. But hey—someone’s gotta save the day.”

[TuggyMale]

I wonder if that story is true… but even if it’s not it’s still a great story nonetheless. Good job

[Xtc]

Hi, @drgoremd,
Mr. Miserable here. Please gender-tag the story.
Thanks.
@Xtc

[MisterB]

An excellent story! Great concept, and I love the fact that you can't tell whether Kimmy's telling a true story or just spinning a tall tale. Hope you'll continue Kimmy's story- and maybe Mindy will want to follow in her footsteps!

[drgoremd]

<Six Weeks Later>

Kimmy tucked her legs underneath her on Mindy's bedroom floor, her black hair catching the afternoon sunlight as she leaned in conspiratorially. Mindy was already wide-eyed with anticipation, clutching her stuffed unicorn to her chest.

"So you know how I was gone last weekend?" Kimmy whispered, glancing around as if checking for hidden microphones. "It wasn't really for my cousin's birthday."
"It wasn't?" Mindy asked, her voice small with wonder.

"No way," Kimmy said firmly. "I was on an undercover mission.

"Really!" Mindy gasped, “Another one?”.

"Yes, and this mission was even more dangerous than the last one. This time, I had to go undercover as a kid Instagram fashion influencer at this fancy spa called 'Rejuvenation Retreat.' The agency even set up a fake account for me with thousands of followers and everything. They had intel that this spa was using a special mind-controlling face cream on influencers who came to stay there. Then the influencers would go home and tell all their followers to buy products from the evil company that runs the spa."

"What was the company called?" Mindy asked, completely engrossed.

"I can't tell you that," Kimmy said seriously. "For your own protection. But I can tell you what happened."

“So there I was,” Kimmy continued, lying back dramatically on the blanket like she was lounging poolside. “Wearing my cutest two-piece swimsuit—the turquoise one with little white polka dots on it—just chilling by the pool with the other influencers, pretending to sip some weird green juice that tasted like lawn clippings.”

“Ewww,” Mindy said with a giggle.

“I waited until everyone was distracted by a yoga class,” Kimmy went on, “and I slipped away from the pool to investigate the clinic behind the spa. I snuck into the hallway wearing just my swimsuit and flip-flops, and I found this locked door marked ‘Staff Only’—which is basically spy language for Top Secret Villain Lair, right?”

“Obviously,” Mindy said, totally captivated.

“What I didn’t realize however,” she said, lowering her voice again. “it was a trap.”

Mindy’s eyes grew huge. “A trap?!”

“Yup,” Kimmy said, nodding. “Turns out they knew someone was onto them. They’d seen my fake account pop up, and they noticed I wasn’t doing enough duck-face selfies like a real influencer would.”
Mindy gasped. “You mean… they knew you weren’t one of them?”

“Exactly,” Kimmy whispered.

So get this—while I was inside the ‘Staff Only’ room snooping around, I found this tray with those little sample jars of face cream, right? I didn’t touch anything, because duh, brainwash goo. But then…”

She sat up, lowering her voice dramatically. “One of the spa workers came in—super quiet, like a cat in fuzzy slippers. She was all, ‘Oh, I didn’t expect anyone to be in here,’ and acted all casual, like she thought I was just some nosy influencer. I tried to bluff and said I got lost looking for the smoothie bar.”

“What happened then?” Mindy asked, completely hooked.

“She offered to ‘escort’ me back to the pool. But just as I was turning to follow her out, bam!” Kimmy clapped her hands together. “The other one—her twin—came up behind me and grabbed my arms before I could react. I tried to do my over-the-shoulder throw, but they must’ve read my Agency file, because they blocked it!”

“Nooo!” Mindy gasped.

And one of the evil twins had a eucalyptus-scented towel. I turned to run but the other twin was already behind me!”

“They sandwiched you!” Mindy cried.

“They totally did!” Kimmy said, wide-eyed. “And I was caught right in the middle! They wrapped me up in the towel, tied my wrists with a resistance band, and whispered something super creepy like, ‘Let’s prep her for treatment.’” Kimmy shivered dramatically.

Mindy covered her mouth with both hands. “That’s so scary!”

“And before I could even shout for help they gagged me with a lavender scented towel. And the worst part?” Kimmy shook her head. “They were smiling the whole time. Like it was just part of the spa treatment or something.”

“That’s so evil,” Mindy whispered.Her eyes bugged out even more, which Kimmy didn’t think was physically possible. “So what happened after they caught you?! Did they just, like, throw you in a closet or something?”
Kimmy shook her head slowly, a grim look on her face like she was recalling some very serious trauma. “Worse. They interrogated me.”

Mindy leaned in. “Like... with a lie detector machine?”

Kimmy lowered her voice to a dramatic whisper. “Nope. With spa wraps.”

Mindy blinked. “…Spa wraps?”

Kimmy looked both ways like she was checking for eavesdropping squirrels, then whispered, “They wrapped me up in hot, wet spa wraps.”

Mindy made a face. “Like… towels?”

"They put me on a flat massage table and wrapped me in these hot, wet spa wraps," Kimmy explained, spreading her arms to demonstrate. "But these weren't just normal spa wraps. They were soaked in this weird-smelling herbal mixture."

"Was it the mind control stuff?" Mindy gasped.

"No, not exactly. It was their first step in the 'preparation process,'" Kimmy said, making air quotes.

They were soaked in lavender and seaweed stuff. It’s this evil technique they use at elite villain spas. The heat makes you relax, and the smell makes your brain all fuzzy. You’re trapped and comfy at the same time. It’s diabolical.”

“Whoa,” Mindy said. “That’s, like, genius. Creepy genius.”

“Exactly!” Kimmy said. “They called it ‘detoxifying’ but really it was to make me talk. They figured if they wrapped me up and made me all relaxed and steamy, I’d spill all my secrets.”

Mindy gasped. “Like a mummy! A fancy mummy!”

"Yes. They wrapped me up super tight, and I could barely move. Just my head was sticking out. And it was so hot! Like a hundred degrees! I was sweating like crazy,” Kimmy admitted. “My hair got all frizzy and I think I lost, like, two pounds of water weight. Not that I needed to, but you know.”

"Oh no!" Mindy clutched her unicorn tighter.

"They brought in a scientist lady who kept walking around me saying things like, 'Just tell us who sent you, and we'll let you go back to enjoying our luxury spa treatments for free,'" Kimmy mimicked in a high-pitched voice. "As if I would fall for that!"

"What did you tell them?" Mindy asked breathlessly.

"I used my spy training, of course. I pretended to be just a regular kid who got lost looking for the smoothie bar," Kimmy said proudly. "I kept saying, 'I just wanted a strawberry smoothie! My mom's going to be looking for me!'"

"Did they believe you?"

Kimmy shook her head. "The scientist wasn't buying it. She said they'd found my spy pen and knew what I was up to.

"What happened next?" Mindy urged, clutching her unicorn so tightly its stuffed head was starting to tilt sideways.

"Well," Kimmy said, tucking her legs under her, "after I refused to answer any of their questions—even after all those hot spa wraps—the scientist lady got really frustrated. Her face turned all red, and she started pacing around the lab."

"Was she scary?" Mindy asked in a hushed voice.

"She tried to be," Kimmy replied with a confident shrug. "She kept saying things like, 'We have ways of making influencers talk!' But I just gave her my best spy stare." Kimmy demonstrated by narrowing her eyes and setting her jaw in what she clearly thought was an intimidating expression.

"What happened when you wouldn't tell them anything?" Mindy was practically vibrating with suspense.

Kimmy glanced around the bedroom as if checking for hidden microphones again, then lowered her voice to barely above a whisper.

"They realized their spa techniques weren't working on me. The scientist lady got really frustrated and started whispering to the security guard. I could only catch bits of what they were saying—something about 'stubborn operative' and 'level three protocols."

"What's level three protocols?" Mindy whispered back, completely engrossed.

"It's when they bring out the serious spy stuff," Kimmy explained with authority. "The guard left and came back with this little silver canister. At first, I thought it was just more spa mist, like lavender or something, but then the scientist put on a special mask."

"A mask? Like for Halloween?" Mindy asked, confused.

"No, like a breathing mask. That's when I knew I was in real trouble," Kimmy said, her voice taking on a dramatic edge. "The guard held the canister near my face and sprayed this super sweet-smelling stuff. I tried to hold my breath, but you can only do that for so long, you know?"

Mindy nodded solemnly, as if she too had been in similar spy situations.

"The room started to get all spinny, and the scientist lady's voice sounded like it was coming from underwater. She was saying, 'When you wake up, you'll be one of us.' The last thing I remember is seeing her evil smile before everything went black."

"You were knocked out?" Mindy gasped, clutching her unicorn so tight its stuffed head was starting to bend awkwardly. “Oh my gosh!” Mindy squeaked. “What happened? Did you dream stuff?”
“Just swirly purple clouds and goats doing yoga,” Kimmy said with a shrug.

Kimmy straightened up, clearly pleased that Mindy was so invested in her story. She glanced around as if checking for eavesdroppers before continuing.

"Well," she began, lowering her voice, "when I woke up in that pink and white spa room, I was in this special reclining chair—kind of like the ones at the dentist, but way fancier with all this cushioning."

"Like the ones where they do facials?" Mindy asked.

"Exactly! But this wasn't a normal spa chair," Kimmy said with wide eyes. "It had these hidden restraints built right into it. They had wrapped these super-soft spa robe belts around my wrists and my arms. And they used more of them around my ankles."

Kimmy demonstrated by crossing her wrists together, then holding them against the sides of an imaginary chair.

"And just to make things extra tricky," Kimmy continued dramatically, "they even took these soft white terrycloth headbands—the kind you use to hold your hair back during facials—and tied one over my mouth so I couldn’t yell for help. So there I was, totally tied up, totally gagged, stuck in the darkened spa room."

"The worst part was they had this special heated neck pillow thing that went around my neck, but it wasn't just for comfort—it was to keep me from moving my head! They had it all figured out so I would be perfectly positioned for the mind control facial."

"Weren't you scared?" Mindy whispered, hugging her unicorn tighter.

Kimmy hesitated for a moment. "Well... kid spies are trained not to panic in these situations. But I'll admit, when I realized I couldn't move and saw the tray with all those creams and little spatulas next to me, my heart was beating super fast."

"What did the mind control cream look like?" Mindy asked.

"It was this weird pearly pink color with little sparkly bits in it," Kimmy explained, gesturing with her hands. "And they had it in this fancy glass jar with a gold lid. It looked totally normal—that's the sneaky part. Any influencer would think it was just some expensive luxury face cream."

"So how did you get out of the spa robe ties?" Mindy pressed, clearly trying to picture the escape.

"That's where spy training really pays off," Kimmy said proudly. "They had left my hands in front of me instead of behind the chair—big mistake. I managed to reach my hair with my fingers, even though my wrists were tied together. I worked the bobby pin out of my hair band and used it to pick at the knots."

"But wouldn't they see you doing that?" Mindy pointed out.

"They thought I was still knocked out," Kimmy explained smoothly. "I was pretending to be asleep, keeping my breathing slow and steady like we practice at spy school. They were busy at this control panel across the room, programming the facial machine for maximum mind control effect."

"Whoa," Mindy breathed, completely captivated.

"So there I was, pretending to be unconscious in this fancy spa chair," Kimmy began, setting the scene with her hands. "The scientist and the guard were at the computer about twenty feet away, but I could hear them talking about the 'influencer mind control protocol' they were programming."

"Were your eyes open or closed?" Mindy asked.

"Mostly closed, but I was peeking through my eyelashes—another spy technique," Kimmy explained. "I had to assess the situation without them knowing I was awake." She demonstrated by squinting through barely-open eyes.

"First, I had to test how tight the restraints were," Kimmy continued. "Very slowly, so they wouldn't notice, I flexed my wrists against the spa robe belts. They had tied them pretty tight, but the material was soft and had a little stretch to it."

"Like my mom's yoga pants," Mindy nodded knowingly.

"Exactly! The thing about spa robes is they're designed for comfort, not security," Kimmy said with authority. "So I started by making my hands as small as possible—you know how you can kind of flatten your hand if you press your thumb against your palm?"

Kimmy demonstrated the technique, making her hand narrower.

"Then I gently, super gently, started twisting my right wrist back and forth, creating just a tiny bit more space with each twist. The whole time I had to keep my breathing steady and my face relaxed, like I was still knocked out from their knockout spray."

"Did they look over at you?" Mindy asked anxiously.

"The guard glanced over once, but I immediately went completely still," Kimmy said. "When he turned back to the computer, I continued working on the right wrist."

She mimed the careful movements as she spoke.

"Once I had a little wiggle room, I started inching my fingers toward my hair. It wasn't easy because they had my arms stretched out on the armrests. I had to dislocate my shoulder—"
"What?!" Mindy gasped.

"Well, not really dislocate," Kimmy backtracked. "That's what we call it in spy school when you make your shoulder super flexible. I can show you sometime."

"Oh," Mindy nodded, relieved.

Kimmy closed her eyes, recreating the scene.

"The tricky part was getting the bobby pin out of my hair without making any noise or obvious movements. It took me almost five minutes just for that part! Once I had it between my fingers, I started working on the knot of the spa robe belt."

Kimmy wiggled her fingers to emphasize her point.

"The knot they used was a double slip knot with an overhand finish—pretty advanced, actually. I was impressed," she admitted. "I carefully worked the bobby pin into the center of the knot, where the loops cross over each other. The key is to not rush—one wrong move and the knot gets tighter instead of looser."

"Weren't you scared the scientist would come back?" Mindy whispered.

"Terrified," Kimmy confessed, breaking character slightly. "But I kept working at it. I wiggled the bobby pin deeper into the knot and found the main loop. When I pulled on just that one part..."
Kimmy made a soft popping sound with her mouth.

"The whole knot came undone! But I kept my hand in place, making it look like I was still tied up. Then I did the same thing with my left wrist, which was easier because I could use both the bobby pin and my newly freed right hand."

"And your ankles?" Mindy asked.

"Those were easier. Once my hands were free, I pretended to shift in my 'sleep' and used that movement to reach down and quickly undo the ankle restraints. The whole time I was listening to them talk about their evil plan while watching through my eyelashes."

"Then you grabbed the mirror?" Mindy prompted.

"Not right away," Kimmy corrected. "First, I had to wait for the perfect moment. The scientist said, 'The formula is ready, I'll prepare the applicator,' and she walked into a side room. That left just the guard, and he was focused on the computer screen. That's when I made my move."

Kimmy stood up suddenly, startling Mindy.

"In one smooth motion, I sat up, swung my legs off the chair, and tiptoed to the vanity table just as the scientist was coming back with the cream.

Mindy leaned forward eagerly. “So wait! After you freed yourself, then what happened?! Did you just run away or did you like, have a big showdown with the spa twins?”
Kimmy grinned mysteriously, her eyes twinkling with excitement. “Oh, you know I wasn’t about to let them get away with their evil plans. After all, a spy’s job isn’t finished until the villains are stopped.”
Mindy’s eyes widened again. “So you fought them?”

Kimmy nodded solemnly. “Sort of. First, I had to sneak out of the room without anyone seeing me. It was super tricky, because, remember, I was still just in my swimsuit, barefoot, dripping wet from all that eucalyptus steam. But luckily, spies like me know exactly how to move quietly—even on slippery spa floors.”

“Where’d you go next?” Mindy whispered breathlessly.

“Well,” Kimmy said dramatically, “I crept down the hallway until I heard voices coming from the main spa area. I peeked around the corner, and there they were—the evil spa twins, standing by a big vat of bubbling, glittery mind-control cream.”

Mindy shuddered. “Oh no!”

“Oh yes,” Kimmy said seriously. “They were just about to package it into fancy little jars and send it to influencers all around the world. So, I knew I had to act fast. Luckily, I noticed the emergency fire hose hanging on the wall right beside me.”

Mindy gasped in anticipation. “You didn’t!”

Kimmy grinned mischievously. “Oh, but I did. I grabbed the hose, turned it to full blast, and aimed straight at the twins. Water sprayed everywhere! They started shrieking, slipping, and sliding around the fancy marble floors.”

Mindy clapped her hands in delight. “That’s amazing! Did the twins try to chase you?”

Kimmy shook her head, grinning proudly. “Nope. They were too busy slipping and sliding everywhere. I ran out, pressed the emergency alarm button so the authorities could find them, and then hurried back outside to the pool just as the police helicopters landed.”

“So the mission was complete?” Mindy asked, biting her lip.

“Pretty much,” Kimmy said with a confident shrug. “With their formula wrecked and their computers offline, they couldn’t keep the mind control scheme going. I dove out the nearest exit—an emergency door that led to the pool area—and the last thing I heard was the spa’s overhead voice saying, ‘Evacuate immediately. System override. Detox in progress.’”

Mindy let out a long breath she’d been holding. “Wow. And then?”

Kimmy popped the last bite of a cookie into her mouth. “Then I waltzed right back into my pool chair like nothing happened, grabbed my phone, and took a totally normal selfie. Had to maintain my ‘influencer’ cover, right?

I changed my profile picture to a selfie of me in my two-piece suit with a big ‘Mission Accomplished’ sticker. Meanwhile, security and the spa staff were running around freaking out about the meltdown in the lab.”

Mindy shook her head in disbelief. “You are so good at this. I can’t believe you actually sabotaged an evil spa lab and got away like it was no big deal! You saved everyone!”

Kimmy shrugged modestly, leaning back casually. “Well, you know, it’s all in a day’s work.”

Mindy sighed dreamily. “I wanna be a spy like you when I grow up.”

Kimmy patted Mindy’s shoulder again with a reassuring smile. “Stick with me, Mindy. I’ll show you the ropes. Just watch out for the spa treatments—they’re way more dangerous than they look.”

[drgoremd]

An excellent story! Great concept, and I love the fact that you can't tell whether Kimmy's telling a true story or just spinning a tall tale. Hope you'll continue Kimmy's story- and maybe Mindy will want to follow in her footsteps!

Glad you enjoyed it. Kimmy definitely has a number of stories about her adventures to share her young friend.