Operation: Tropical Stormy

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...a STORMY DANIELS special operation.

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OPERATION TROPICAL STORMY

STORMY DANIELS

Two months after (accidently) saving the world and capturing evil terrorist leader Hussein,...

...George and his wife Rachel were promoted to official agent status.

Just when life had returned to normal for the couple, they received some troubling news...

Don't worry.

Dr Harper is more-than-capable.

I'm just so scared for George.

Was this really necessary?

Absolutely.

Without a complete identity change,

your husband's life was in grave danger.

We received intel that after the capture of Hussein,

and angered four terrorist factions,

they put a price on his head.

I understand.

Yeah. It looks like he's almost done.

Do you want to go in and take a peek?

Yes.

Sir?

How much was it?

What?

The price on George's head?

Ah. Four dollars.

Four dollars?

Four dollars?

Oh!

Excellent work, Doctor.

That's quite a transformation.

Yeah... this is incredible.

Who is this anyway?

Some famous porn star: Evan Stone.

Agent Z was quite insistent on his new face.

He also thought you'd appreciate... this.

Oh!

Holy shit.

What is that?

A penis implant.

We had this special order,

the extra huge size he requested.

Look at the size of those testicles.

Oh yeah...

Yes...!

A curious side-effect I'm afraid.

After performing a facelift at this magnitude,

we had so much extra skin...

Frankly we didn't know where else to put it so...

Hmmm.

Oh no waste, he's finally got some balls.

And he will be fully functional in about 3 days.

Yes!

Yeah, while you're at it, Doc,

can you laser off those stupid tattoos?

Sure. Easy enough.

Woo.

Three days. Three days.

*Across the pond, British agents Jacks and Watson*

*have safely returned to England where they continue*

*to celebrate the success of their mission*

*the way dashing British agents often do...*

Just as we thought we were done for it,

was to be the end of us,

there was a loud crashing sound...

BANG! Missile come bursting through the palace room,

just missing us by inches.

Do you have any idea how difficult is to

operate a successful mission while

dressing with this garments?

What we was wearing is inconsequential Watson.

I'd have to disagree, sir.

It's quite difficult to outrun the hostiles in a skirt.

Enough Watson.

So there we were:

Battling our way through the palace guards,

heavily outnumbered.

The bear in mind. We never expected to make it out alive,

but still we battled on.

We fought away for the flames and the falling debris.

Until we caught up with the evil: terrorist Hussein.

To save the world from impending doom.

- And rescue the harem girls! - Quite.

Now her Majesty the Queen has decided to, Mr. Jacks and I,

with the... utmost honor.

Yes, we ought to be knighted tomorrow morning.

Can you believe that, man?

Sir Jacks. Sir Watson.

Yes.

Now, if you wouldn't... excuse us ladies.

We need to get our rest for tomorrow ceremonies.

- Slipper sir? - Thank you, Watson.

Are you sure we can't stay just a bit longer?

Perhaps we can help you relax before the big event.

Yes, I've never made it with a knight before.

Well technically we're not quite knight yet.

Shut up! Watson!

We certainly did rise to the occasion.

George?

It's after 7:00 you better be up.

George?

If you make me late on my first day as an agent,

I'll kill you myself.

George?

George?

George?

- George! - Ah!

What the fuck is wrong with you?

George, you almost killed me!

Thought you were hostile.

Hostile? I'll show you "hostile" if you don't get up.

Idiot!

What much (?)

Yeah, back in the day I was... was quite the athlete.

It's pole vaulting around the room, and... uh...

After the sex, well that's when she actually knighted me.

It was quite ***

Agent Z?

I got a mission for you.

Go down and get me a cup of coffee.

That just never gets old.

Take these authorization forms down to the labs,

we can finalize testing on formula 69.

I will take that.

Ever mean to have a little "chat" with Amy down in the lab.

It's me to do it.

No. You remember what happened last time we ventured down to

her little den of iniquity?

Stop thinking about it.

*** you pig.

It's gonna be a catfight.

Where are you, Amy?

You, little slut.

Where are you?

That's right.

You better hide.

You know who was gonna come down here and kick some ass.

That's interesting.

Hi!

Oh. You're not Amy.

No, uh, Amy's out in the field.

She's collecting samples. She won't be back until next week.

I'm her sister Martha.

Where are your pants?

Oh...

I'm working at a top-secret project called "Formula 69".

Formula 69? All right...

You people are into some seriously kinky shit down here.

Mm-hmm.

Well you see we've managed to isolate a pheromone,

that's only detectable to females.

And also odorless and colorless.

It induces extreme sexual arousal,

and pleasurable endorphins when inhaled.

Thus clouding the judgment of any female.

And when mixed with any standard men's cologne,

it becomes an invaluable tool to our male agents,

to stracke and obtain information from would be females acids.

Hmmm... hmm.

God how you freaks the same.

Mumbo jumbo.

Well...

Thank you for the... chemistry lesson there, Dr No-Pants.

But I think I'll be going back upstairs,

where the sane people work.

Now you don't really think that that's gonna...

I... I... I didn't mean to actually...

Cause I'm not really into... aah...

So tell me...

Do you think your wife is actually murdering Amy,

or just beating her beyond recognition?

Just a thought.

Come on, come on... ah!

Hmm... yeah.

"You're my favourite fucking lab whore", tell me!

You're my favourite fucking lab whore.

Test formula complete.

Subject reacted with optimal results.

Wow, I see she got to you too.

Buckingham Palace - England

I can't believe it, sir.

I've got to pee again.

I told you not to drink so much tea this morning.

What's that god-awful stench?

God, sir...

I've stepped in dog poop.

Oh my...

Quick.

Hmm-hmm.

What should I do?

Lose the shoes, man.

- No! - Yes, quick, lose the shoes.

Hurry up!

In remembrance of those given and received,

and for outstanding service to crown and the country,

and on behalf of the Commowealth,

I hereby dub thee

Sir Marcus Jacks.