NUTRIBOOM
U/N~Undercover name
The squad were all sat in the bullpen, all in their typical spots. It was Monday morning meaning the week was trudging along slowly--putting the everyone into a usual spiral of boredom as Jake walked into the bullpen.
"Pigeon's still here?" Jake placed his hands on his hips as Scully spun around in his chair.
"Yeah. No matter what we do, he just won't leave." Scully folded his arms over his chest and shook his head.
"The problem is you're thinking like detectives." Jake raised both fingers in thought.
"No, I'm definitely not." Scully denied.
"When you should be thinking like a bird." Jake looked into the distance as he thought of a plan.
~
Twenty minutes later, Jake was finally ready to set the bird free, "This is Operation: Saving Private Pigeon. On my mark, I will turn on this fan, gently startling our bird due east, into the file box canyon, where he will encounter Charles holding two pot lids. He'll bang them together, forcing Private Pigeon into the ceiling there and out of the ceiling there, where he will be greeted by scary Rosa holding a scary picture of an owl. Now he's playing our game." Jake rubbed his hands together as he glanced around at the squad. "He'll veer left, into an upside-down garbage can propped up by a hockey stick and connected to a string that Gina is holding. She pulls it, he is trapped, and Terry releases him outside." He explained as Terry lifted his mask up.
"Terry hates birds."
"Okay, little friend. Let's get you home to mama." Jake turns the fan on as feathers fly up into the air. "Oh, God. It flew right into the fan! It's everywhere! There's pigeon everywhere!" He wailed.
~
It was now the next day, everyone was already at their desks working on cases or paperwork as Jake and Y/N strolled into work as he finds a Charles look-alike at his desk. "Hey, Boyle." Jake greeted.
"Hey, guys." Charles waved from his desk before continuing with his work.
"Wait, what?" Jake's brows knit together as the Boyle look-alike turns around.
"Hey, guys."
"Ahh!" The two detectives sync.
"Bill, what are you doing here? I thought we agreed to meet only once a year for the Halloween Heist." Jake recalled.
"I'm here to deliver you both your quarterly NutriBoom shipment. It comes with both the amino acid reducer and extra amino acid, so you get a perfect balance." Bill gave an explanation of the product that did nothing.
"What? No. I only signed up as a one-time payment bribe. I'm not selling NutriBoom. It's clearly a pyramid scheme." Jake shook his head before placing his hands on his hips.
"It's a conical-tiered multi-flow-through medical marketing entity. And secondly, you signed the contract." Bill handed over the form.
"'Permission to charge my card quarterly for the next 85 years'." Jake read from the document before looking back up at the boy. "This is written in white ink on white paper."
"They do it that way so you can't read it." Bill tapped the document.
"Well, I did read it and I'm cancelling the contract." Jake gave the clipboard back with a huff.
"Yeah, same. I didn't even mean to sign it, the spooky spirit must have taken over me." Y/N thought aloud as Charles walked up to the group.
"Canceling? If it was that easy to get out, would I be here scamming my closest friends?" Bill gestured to the three detectives as Charles placed his hands on his heart.
"We're your closest friends? What-- whatever, we're not accepting the shipment." Jake made it clear.
"Come on, man! I was feeling like a rainbow today." Y/N announced. "Now I feel like an... upside down rainbow." She hesitated in thought.
"Guys, piece of advice: just give up. It's the Boyle way. It's why our family crest is a white flag." Charles nodded along to his own story.
"That reminds me, Charles, your shipment's downstairs," Bill said as he started to leave.
"Great. I'll help you bring it up." Charles clapped his hands before attempting to move.
"Charles, no. We're all gonna go down to that office and fight this thing." Jake gestured between the three before placing his arm back on his hip. "I need that money for my honeymoon."
"Oh, my God." Charles gasped. "The honeymoon is on the line?"
"And your money."
"Eh." Charles shrugged.
"Okay, great. Whatever gets you onboard. Let's go."
"For the honeymoon and no other reason." Charles repeated again as the three walk off.
~
Y/N, Jake, and Charles were now at the Nutriboom customer service building, "Hello. Welcome to NutriServices. I'm Angela. How can I heal you today?" The women smiled as she clasped her hands in front of her body.
"Hi, Angela. Creepy greeting." Jake grimaced. "So not a big deal, there was just a little bit of a mix-up and we need to cancel our NutriContracts."
"Absolutely. It happens all the time. All you need to do is sign a few things." Angela grinned.
"Ah. See, Charles, that is why you never give up." Jake looked from the women in the nutriboom outfit to Charles.
"I'll also need $10,000." Angela piped up.
"What?" Y/N exclaimed.
"I'm sorry. Why?" Jake questioned.
"It's payment for the last shipment. Plus the cancellation fee, plus the restocking fee plus something we call a coward's charge. And that comes to $10,000. Congratulations." Angela summarized.
"Thank you. I'll write you a check. Is gratuity included?" Charles took out his chequebook from his pocket.
"Charles, no." Jake stopped the boy before turning to the women. "Angela--"
"Yes? How can I heal you today?" Angela repeated herself again with a simple smile.
"Please stop saying that." Jake practically begged. "Look, you seem like a perfectly pleasant robot person, but there's no way we're giving you any more money."
"Ohh. Sorry for the misunderstanding. For the no payment option, you just need to sign here." Angela flipped open a sign up sheet.
"'Enrollment in NutriCore'?" Jake read from the sheet.
"It's our charity organization."
"'Pay off your contracts in labor hours under the teachings of founder Docter David Stovelman'. 'Docter' is spelled with an E?" Jake looked up from the document.
"It's the British spelling," Angela whispered.
"That can't be right. All right, look. I didn't wanna have to do this, but we're in the NYPD." Jake gestured to Charles' badge. "And if you don't cooperate, we'll have no choice but to file a report against the company."
"You signed a contract, and that is binding. No one gets special treatment, Officer. Not even Jay." Angela responded.
"Who?"
"Jay Chandrasekhar, their celebrity spokesman." Charles pointed to a nearby poster.
"Oh, no way. The guy from 'Super Troopers'?" Jake marvelled before placing his hands on his hips.
"And 'Super Troopers 2'? How did you get him to be your spokesman?" Y/N's brows knit together as she pointed to the sign.
"Jay volunteered to be out celebrity spokesman, we're very happy to have him in our Nutriboom society." Angela smiled. "Now I have to get back to work, but allow me to introduce you to our complaint specialist. This is Phil." Angela said as a man in a white suit walks up beside her. "He's been assigned to intimidate you. Congratulations."
"Thank you!" Charles beamed.
"Charles, stop thanking her."
~
Now, back in the bullpen, "Charles! Y/N, come here." Jake called the two detectives over. "I figured out how to get our money back."
"I knew you'd save our honeymoon." Charles clapped his hands together.
"My honeymoon. Whatever." Jake shrugged it off. "Yeah, all right, so NutriBoom is a massive financial scam, right? If we can prove that, we could take down the whole company."
"Oh, I don't know. Are you sure you wanna take them on? They're pretty scary." Charles began.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure Angela didn't blink once when we were talking to her." Y/N chimed in. "Her eyes were judging me real bad."
"Yeah, I did see that." Jake agreed as he finger pointed back.
"No, I mean, no one's seen the CEO's wife in years. People think she's been murdered." Charles revealed.
"That's just a rumor. All right, here's the plan: we infiltrate their headquarters and get their financial records. But how do we get in, you ask? By attending today's meeting of President's Club Admiral Level NutriMasters at the NutriTower Life Base." Jake held up a flyer.
"I don't know, they know we're cops, we can't just walk in."
"Correct. We can't walk right in, but we know someone who's a high-level NutriBoom distributor who can. And he looks exactly like you." Jake explained the plan.
~
"Hey, guys." Bill smiled as the three stood in the breakroom.
"I don't know. You really think it'll work?" Charles looked Bill up and down.
"Charles, it has to. It's for our honeymoon." Jake convinced the boy.
"You said 'our'." Charles beamed.
"Okay, the meeting at NutriBoom HQ starts in two hours. Charles, you're going as Bill and Y/N and I are going as one of your NutriCruits." Jake described the plan. "Bill, did you bring those things I asked for?"
"Yep, all of my belongings that you'll need are in this suitcase." Bill held up a brown paper bag that was vibrating.
"Why is it vibrating? Is your cell phone in here?" Charles guessed.
"No."
"I'm sure it's not a sex toy." Jake chuckled to himself as Charles placed the brown bag on the table beside him. "All right, these people really know Bill, so you're gonna have to become him. I can't believe I'm about to say this, but Bill, tell us all about yourself. Let's start with my whole family history."
"I was abandoned at a playground as an infant. And here I am." Bill summarized his sad life.
"Oh. That was the whole thing. Well, sad. But easier than remembering a bunch of names. Okay, tell us more." Jake insisted.
~
"Now, here's a list of all the nicknames I go by. Big Bill, Big Eric, Big Drew, Big Dave, Super Thick--" Bill names a few before being stopped by Jake.
"Just write them all down for us," Jake suggested.
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"And that's why the number of belly buttons I have is..." Bill stood up at the front of the briefing room as the three detectives sat around.
"Two." Charles piped up.
"One." Jake guessed.
"Three." Y/N chimed in.
"Zero," Bill confessed.
"Ahh." The three cops grimace.
~
"Hello," Bill said to Charles in front of him.
"Hello," Charles responded as he tried to copy the sound of Bill's voice.
"Hello."
"Hello."
"Hello." Jake interrupted.
"That's it." Bill pointed to the boy.
~
"Okay, now let's work on your wink," Bill said before demonstrating as Charles then winks back "Almost. Now think, only you and I know our naughty little secret." He smiled as Charles winked slower. "Mmm-hmm."
~
"Okay, I think Boyle's ready." Jake said as he stood up at the front of the room.
"That's a no-go, Amigo. If you really wanna pass as me, you're gonna need to learn my patented neck massage technique." Bill suggested.
"I think I've learned enough," Charles stated.
"Yeah, I don't really see that coming up. Thanks for your help, Bill."
~
Now, Y/N, Jake, and Charles stroll into the Nutriboom life base building in their new uniforms, "Bill. Is that you?" A security guard stepped down from the stairs as he spots Charles.
"Yes, it's me, Bill. Hello." Charles nodded.
"You seem different."
"Nope. I'm still the same old Bill Hummertrout who grew up in Bean Station, Tennessee and shaves his armpits." Charles raised his finger as he explained to the male in front of him. "Anyway, meet the new recruits I signed up."
"New NutriCruit? Boom, boom!" The security guard announced.
"Boom, boom." Jake and Y/N both sync.
"I'm U/N and I am so excited to see what's behind those doors!" Y/N gave a smile as she made up a fake undercover name.
"And my name is Barry St. Barry. And I can't wait to get inside and unlock my NutriFuture. Let me let me in! Let me in!" Jake jumped around.
"I love your guys' energy. Boom, boom!" The male security guard responded.
"We love your energy." Jake gestured to Y/N beside him. "Boom, boom!"
"Okay, get up there." The male insisted as the three undercover detectives head up the stairs to the event.
~
"Man, everybody here is so creepy," Jake whispered to the cops beside him as the three walk into the event.
"Yeah." Charles agreed before eyeing two men in the corner. "Is that Hitchcock and Scully?" He pointed out as Y/N and Jake glance over.
"Boom, boom, Bill!" Scully waved.
"Boom, boom!" Hitchcock drank out of his cup.
"Yeah, that tracks. All right, let's get a move on. The longer I stay here, the more horrified I get." Jake suggested.
"I know. Have you seen all these posters of David Stovelman's wife, Debby?" Charles gestured to the posters that decorated the room.
"'I'm happy healthy and alive'." Jake read from the nearby poster before turning to his friends. "Oh, Debbie dead."
"Debbie real dead." Charles nodded.
"Yeah, she isn't alive." Y/N shook her head as the two boy's nod in agreement.
"All right, Bill said that the offices are behind that roped-off area." Jake pointed over to the roped-off area as security guards stand there on the lookout.
"We're gonna need a distraction." Charles placed his hands on his hips.
"Well, if I know cults, this meeting will start with an insanely over-the-top nonsense video." Jake thought to himself as the TV turned on behind them.
"Hello, Admirals. Please turn your eyes to the monitors for a special hello from NutriBoom elite, Jay Chandrasekhar." The announcer insisted as everyone turned to the TV.
"Boom, boom, everybody!" Jay lifted his fists into the sky.
"Boom, boom, Jay!" Everyone replied.
"And there's our distraction," Jake whispered to the detectives before the three scramble off.
"When I first met Docter David Stovelman, I had no idea my amino acids could be so high or so low," Jay said to the guests.
~
Now in the office, Jake searches the computer for Nutriboom's financial records whilst Y/N checks the files nearby as Charles is on the lookout, "Stupid cult." Jake laughed to himself before spinning around to the two. "They labeled their financial records 'financial records'."
"Dummies." Charles chuckled along.
"Yeah, it's beautiful. like a fruit cake." Y/N laughed as she continued looking through the files.
"That reminds me, nana Boyle makes the best fruit cake." Charles reminisced before spotting a man heading their way. "Uh-oh, guys. We got a NutriBoomer approaching at 12:00." He whispered, now out of his food trans.
"The file just started downloading. How much time do we have?" Jake looked from Charles to the computer.
"I don't know, but he's a polka dotter." Charles took another look at the man.
"Polka Dotter--what does that mean?" Jake's brows knit together.
"Of the eight types of walkers? Polka dotters, drivers, arm swingers, stompers--I'm an arm swinger." Charles' eyes widen before pointing to himself.
"Hey, me too." Y/N added.
"Really?" Charles and Y/N exchange a silent high five. "Do your arms ever get tired? Wait, nevermind." Charles said before getting back to the situation they were previously in. "Jake, do you not know about this?"
"Charles, Nobody does. You and Y/N clearly just read some weird blog post." Jake muttered in response.
"First of all, Popmango.com is not a weird blog. It's infotainment. Secondly, polka dot walkers take short strides on their toes." Charles explained trying to stay quiet.
"I don't wanna learn about polka dotters right now. Just get out there and stall him." Jake suggested.
"But--gah!" Charles huffed before heading out of the office to meet the man. "Hello, bud. Boom, boom."
"Boom, boom. Bill." The male pointed back. "What are you doing back here? This floor's closed on the weekend." He recalled.
"You know me, just gotta stretch my legs. I'm really sore from Pilates." Charles placed his hands on his hips.
"But NutriBoom doesn't allow Pilates. It's a pseudoscience."
"Right, no. Pilates is the name of my most recent sexual partner." Charles thought on the spot before ending with a. "Boom, boom!"
"Boom, boom. You seem off, man. Your voice is different, you're not sucking on your signature lollipop."
"Right. I guess I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed." Charles shrugged it off.
"Since when do you sleep in a bed? Why are you being so weird? What are you doing back here?" The man questioned the boy.
"I know what's going on. You're fishing for one of my patented neck massages, aren't you?" Charles guessed as he pointed to the man.
"There's the Bill I know."
"Present and accounted for. Now turn around and gimme that neck." Charles insisted as the man turned around before the boy starts the massage.
"You're not gonna do it from the front?"
"Well, of course. I mean, that's how I do it." Charles steps around to the front and continues.
"Oh, that's the good stuff. Boom, boom."
"Boom, boom." Charles cringed back before watching Y/N and Jake sneak past.
"Hey, where's my eye contact?"
~
Later, Charles meets Jake and Y/N on the stairs of the building, "We got the files. I told you it would work." Jake fanned his arms out. "Wait, what's wrong?"
"They formed a line, guys. They formed a line."
~
Back at the precinct, Charles and Y/N sit around Jakes' desk looking through Nutriboom's finacial records, "Ugh No evidence of wrongdoing in any of these files. Credit where credit is due, NutriBoom is good at criminal activity." Jake dropped the document onto his desk with a sigh.
"Well, they're terrible at making shakes." Charles acknowledged.
"Right? The only listed ingredient is 'foreign substance'." Jake read from his bottle before placing it down on his messy desk.
"And the flavor is called 'Almost Cherry'." Charles piped up.
"Lucky, I got the flavor 'Red'." Y/N looked from the bottle to the boys.
"Gross. But I can't stop drinking it." Charles took another sip from the mystery substance.
"This is interesting. There's a major transaction on June 10th." Jake took a look at the nearest form.
"My dad's birthday!" Charles perked up.
"You really think that's what I thought was interesting about it?"
"I don't know." Charles eyes widen.
"It's a payment for 100 grand to ScepterCore." Jake pointed to the document before looking up.
"Isn't that one of those black ops security firms that ex-SEALs worked for?"
"Yes, it is. And on June 10th--" Jake started.
"My dad's birthday." Charles jumped in again.
"Are you just trying to get me to remember your dad's birthday now?" Jake asked.
"I mean, it wouldn't kill you to call," Charles said with an unblinking gaze.
"We don't have time to talk about this. Your dad's birthday is the same day that Debbie Stovelman went missing last year. I bet the payment is a paper trail for the hit Stovelman took out on his wife. This just became a murder case." Jake finally explained.
"Maybe, but it's not enough to open an investigation."
"Right, but it is enough to make Stovelman nervous," Jake said his plan aloud. "We just have to get to him."
"Oh, no. Do I have to go as Bill again?"
"No, don't worry. He isn't big enough to earn face time with the founder. We have to take this to the highest level." Jake explained.
"Jay Chandrasekhar!" The three sync.
~
Now, outside a coffee shop, Y/N, Charles, and Jake spot Jay, "There he is. How did you know he'd be at this coffee shop?" Jake asked as he placed his hands on his hips.
"'US Weekly'. He's pictured here all the time." Charles explained.
"He's coming out. All right, look, this guy is into NutriBoom pretty deep. But if we apply enough pressure, we may get him to crack." Jake whispered the plan to the detectives beside him.
"Copy that."
"Okay." Y/N nodded as the three walk up to Jay.
"Hi, excuse me. Mr Chandrasekhar, we wanted to talk to you about NutriBoom." Charles smiled as Jay took off his glasses.
"All right! Boom, boom, guys." Jay announced.
"Boom, boom!" The three cops sync.
"We're with the NYPD." Jake blurted out.
"Oh, my God. Seriously? You guys have to save me. Can you get me out? NutriBoom is a scam and a cult. They've ruined my life." Jay confessed before placing his glasses into his upper pocket.
"Really? You look so happy in the videos." Charles pointed out.
"You'd pretend to be happy too if you knew what they did to me," Jay whispered as he glanced around.
"Testicular torture?" Jake guessed.
"Yeah."
"Ohh." Jake grimaced.
"Look, we have reason to believe David Stovelman murdered his wife, Debbie," Charles explained.
"Yeah, duh!"
"All right, Jay. Try to remain calm, here." Jake tried to soothe the man.
"Sorry. I'm just so scarred."
"Right, from the nard torture." Jake cringed. "Look, we have evidence that could tie David to his wife's death, but we need your help to get to him."
"Yeah, I'll do whatever you want. You have no idea how terrible they are."
"Trust me, I do. They took ten grand from Y/N and me." Jake gestured to the women beside him.
"Boo-hoo, they kidnapped my dog."
"Okay, well, no need to compare stakes. Although I doubt your dog cost $10,000." Jake scoffed.
"You can't put a price on life."
"You're absolutely right. Thank you so much for your help, sir." Jake clapped his hands together before turning to look at his friends.
~
In a parked car, Y/N, Jake, and Charles watch Jay as he waited on the sidewalk, "So Stovelman will pick up Jay and take him to lunch. We trail them, and then when they get comfortable, ambush 'em with the intel about his wife." Jake explained the plan once again.
"Wow. I can't believe we're working a sting operation with a celebrity." Charles said trying to hold in his excitement.
"I know, it's like we're in a movie or something." Y/N chimed in from the backseat.
"Yeah, I feel like we're in 'Oceans 11'," Jake added.
"You're such a Clooney and Y/N you're definitely Roberts." Charles pointed out before realizing. "Ooh, and I'm Elliot Gould."
"Wow. Just skipped right over Pitt and Damon, huh?" Jake muttered to himself as a car pulled up near Jay before kidnapping him.
"I've been good!" Jay wailed as he was thrown into the truck.
"Oh, no! Those are NutriCore guys."
"They're taking Jay! It's not a pickup. It's a throw-in." Jake said to himself.
~
Now, at Nutriboom, the three cops rush into the building to meet the security guard again, "Where's Jay?" Charles pulled the door open.
"Hey, Bill. Boom, boom!" The guard placed his hands on his hips and smiled.
"No boom, boom. I am not Bill."
"Look, we're with the NYPD. We saw two NutriCore thugs kidnap Jay and bring him here. Now, where is he?" Jake forced.
"Kidnap?" The guard questioned.
"Come on, man! Um, adultnapping then." Y/N told with her hands.
"No, haven't heard of any anyone napping but if it was that important they would have woken the person up." The guard explained.
"Can you let us through we're cops," Charles said as the guards' face lit up.
"Bill, you're a cop!" The male exclaimed.
"No, I am not Bill!"
"If you don't cooperate, we'll consider you an accessory to this crime." Jake huffed.
"I don't know what you mean by crime. Jay's just voluntarily hanging out with some nutrition specialists in the basement. You can see for yourself if you'd like, Bill." The guard pointed to the stairs that went to the basement.
"I will see for myself, but I am not Bill."
"Good one, Bill." The guard laughed.
~
In the basement the three detectives find Jay seated behind a table, "Jay! Oh, my God." Jake exhaled.
"Boom, boom, guys!" Jay said with a wide smile.
"What? We saw them take you. Are you okay?"
"What are you talking about?" Jay laughed before pointing over his right shoulder, "Oh, the van thing?"
"Yeah, Jay. The van thing."
"Those are just my friends from NutriBoom. They were worried about my amino acid levels, so they rushed me straight here to give me more or less of them." Jay explained in a calm matter.
"Why are you talking like that? What did they do to you?" Charles finger pointed as a grey dog jumped onto Jays' lap.
"Oh, I see. They gave you back your dog."
"No, they found my dog. He was wandering around a park for a year."
"Oh, that can't be right." Y/N thought to herself.
"Yeah, Come on, man. Pull it together. These people are evil, remember? David Stovelman murdered his wife." Jake told the man again as Debbie Stovelman entered the room.
"You mean me?"
"Debbie Stovelman." The three detectives say together.
"Boom, boom."
"She is happy, healthy and alive," Jake muttered to himself.
"Jay, would you please excuse us. I believe there's a brand new motorcycle with your name on it upstairs." Debbie lied with a smile.
"You guys are the best." Jay rose from his seat causing Debbie to chuckle. "Thanks for bringing my dog back. He looks almost exactly the same."
"Come on."
"Boom, boom, Jake. Boom, boom, Charles, and boom, boom, Y/N." Jay said before leaving the room to find his fake motorcycle.
"Boom, boom, Jay," Charles concluded.
"What's going on here? I thought you were murdered." Jake recalled.
"I was never dead." Debbie denied as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"Then what was that 100k payment to ScepterCore for?" Charles questioned.
"It was to get you off the grid. Because the Feds were investigating you." Jake realized as he clicked his fingers.
"You can't indict someone who doesn't exist." Debbie raised her brows.
"So you're still working for NutriBoom?" Charles asked.
"Working for? I am NutriBoom. Look, your annoying little crusade is wasting my time. I want you to leave me and my company alone." Debbie forced.
"Not gonna happen. Now we know you're alive and I bet the Feds would be interested in knowing that, too." Jake nodded slightly.
"Maybe, but the fact remains, I haven't committed any crimes that anyone can prove. So you can try your luck with the Feds. Or you can get your money back and go on that expensive honeymoon." Debbie handed over a check.
"How do you know about my honeymoon?"
"I know everything."
"Oh, really? Because you don't know about my big ass moral compass." Jake ripped up the check before releasing the paper pieces into the air.
"Damn!" Charles' eyes widen.
"I'm going to the Feds, and you're going down." Jake threatened before the three attempt to leave before turning back once more. "Also, can you tell us how to get out of here? This place is a real maze."
~
It was later, Jake and Amy were outside the precinct, "The Feds said our intel could help them maybe take down Stovelman someday, but they didn't sound hopeful." Jake explained why they didn't have much money for the honeymoon.
"Well, I'm glad you did the right thing." Amy smiled softly.
"Really? Even though it means we now have no money for a decent honeymoon?" Jake asked.
"It's hard not to say a really corny thing right now about how every day's a honeymoon with you." Amy placed her hand on Jake's chest.
"Aww. Although, technically, you did you just say it. Which is very embarrassing for you." Jake says before Amy goes in for a kiss then stops.
"Jake, don't freak out. There's a really creepy guy spying on us."
"Oh, no, no, no. That's just Phil from NutraBoom. He'll be intimidating us from now on. There's an evil corporation hell-bent on destroying us. Hi, Phil! Boom, boom!" Jake waved to the man Say, 'Boom, boom', darling."
"Boom, boom."
~
Lizzie McGuire is coming back!
Published: 24th of August