Her BFF Twain Babs mirrored Nyan's move slowly raising one hand to press the ear bud deeper to their ears. “Say again Central? Kids making crop circles where?”

   Babs listened silently as the horrible news was repeated. “Ten four. We're on it. Alert clean up crew to stand by.” They knew that they could trust Jones to eliminate the evidence while Revy made the evil doers disappear forever. She looked to Nyan and they nodded to each other. They would stop the evil before it could spread. In the subtle, restrained manner the Men In Black were known for. Babs reached for the starter cord while Nyan's hands fell to her swords.

    “GO!” Nyan screamed at the top of her lungs making the people in front of them scatter in fear. A good thing as Babs' chainsaw howled to life as the two of them ran out of the alley. Nyan's swords flashing as the two of them sprang into tumbling runs that made the East German gymnastics judges at the pizza parlor reach for their cyanide pills. People scattering as they tore down the pedestrian mall of the Pan Dailies's High Street arcade.

   Expertly stealing the pickles off someone's sandwich as she tumbled over their sidewalk table Babs caught their beer in her free hand. Quickly tossing it back without spilling a drop as she continued her chainsaw spinning attack run. In front of their target she snatched the cherry in her teeth before shattering the glass with her saw in a spray of Rocky Road. Flicking it upwards as her feet found the light pole to springboard her change in direction. Nyan helpfully flicking the stem off with a sword swing as she cartwheeled past headed for the farther window. So that as they dove to crash through the big plate glass front windows of Ye Olde Time Ice Cream Shoppe Babs was able to gulp down the cherry.

    as patrons threw up arms against the exploding glass and dove for cover Nyan and Babs spotted the pair of evil doers. The horror! The horror! Using drips of their triple scoop cones to make crop circles on the polished floor of the Shoppe! Chainsaw and swords flashed through the offending cones as the pair of them somersaulted to the floor to sweep the feet out from underneath the near-do-wells. “Run for your lives! There are evil Aztec Templars Mayan Illuminati Rosicrucian crop circle makers amongst the righteous!”

   Gunning her chainsaw Babs waved it towards the exits to hurry the screaming righteous non crop circle drawing good people scrambling to safety. As Nyan joined her in stepping onto the chests of the evil ones she hoped that she'd remembered to wear clean shimapan under her skirt today. Pointing her humming saw at her captive she brought her voice-box to the scar across her throat. “Surrender or die evil crop circle drawers.” With Nyan casting their stony gazes downward at ultimate evil.

    Keeping a close eye on the pair with hands now over their heads Nyan and Babs nodded at a job well done. “Let this be a lesson. No crop circles will be tolerated wherever the Men In Black maintain the watch.” She keyed her radio to call in the clean up crew. “Situation contained. Clean up needed at Ye Olde Time Ice Cream Shoppe.” Nyan glanced at the spreading wetness around them and made a command decision. “Best bring a mop.”