In his crummy office at the SGAII-RD, Agent Glyker was leaning back in his chair, staring at the ceiling, dreaming of catching a Rabbid. When he heard his Uncle Jim (who was the head of the agency, and insisted on being called “Director Stern”), he fell backward onto the floor with a CRASH!
Agent Glyker scrambled to his feet, set his chair back up, and sprinted down the hallway to his uncle’s office. It was much bigger and nicer than Glyker’s office. He peeked through the door.
“Yes, Uncle Ji— I mean, Director Stern?” he asked. “You wanted to see me?”
Director Stern scowled. “I don’t want to see you, but I have to see you,” he growled. “Look at this!” He spun his computer around so Glyker could see the screen.
A video showed three Rabbids whacking each other with sticks and toilet plungers. “Notice anything?” Director Stern hissed.
“Um, Rabbids really like toilet plungers?” Glyker guessed.
“THE VIEWS!” Stern shouted, pointing at the number displayed below the video. “OVER THREE MILLION VIEWS!”
Agent Glyker nodded. “Right,” he said, not sure what Stern was getting at. “That’s, um, a lot of views. I posted a video of this really cool bear at the zoo and it got, like, seven views. And I think six of them were me.”
Stern slammed his hand down on the top of his desk. WHAM! “Too many views!” he said. “These Rabbid invaders have successfully infiltrated the Internet! It’s part of their plan to take over planet Earth! THEY MUST BE STOPPED!”
Agent Glyker stood up straight and threw back his shoulders. “Yes, sir!” he barked. He was tempted to salute, but he knew from experience that his uncle didn’t like that.
Director Stern paced around the room. “Somehow these invaders have become popular, and that’s very bad. People don’t realize how dangerous they are. One day the Rabbids are hitting each other to lull us into a false sense of security. The next day they’re hitting us! And the next thing you know, they’re RUNNING EVERYTHING!”
Glyker was nodding his head so vigorously he was starting to get a sore neck. Director Stern stopped pacing and shoved his face close to the agent’s.
“And what are you doing to stop the Rabbids?” he snarled. “Sitting in your office and staring at the ceiling?”
Agent Glyker wondered if his uncle had installed a secret camera that let him see everything Glyker did in his office.
“As a matter of fact,” Glyker said proudly, “I’ve been working on a new strategy to infiltrate the Rabbids’ ranks. Would you like to see?”
Before Stern could answer, Glyker ran out of the office. When he returned a few moments later, he was wearing something quite surprising.
A Rabbid suit.
“I sewed it myself! Well, sewed and glued. Mostly glued, actually. Sewing is hard,” Glyker explained with great enthusiasm. “It wasn’t easy finding just the right material, but I think I nailed it!”
Director Stern stared at his nephew. He shook his head. “I’m not sure mysterious beings capable of taking over a planet are going to be fooled by a Halloween costume.”
“Just count on me, sir!” Glyker promised, saluting in spite of himself. “I’ve been practicing my Rabbid moves!”
He started moving around the office, doing a decent impression of a walking Rabbid. He even paused and wiggled his butt.
Director Stern sighed heavily. “Just go,” he said.