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They’re called Thumb-Thumbs. Very capable robots. All thumbs. Useless. Mr. Lisp, I think you’ll enjoy this. Through that door, an awesome power will emerge. You will have but a moment to disarm it. In exactly seconds. Seven… Five… Three… One. Johnny? You hesitated. I had to. He’s my son. Are you sure? Actually, I designed him. I built him! His name is… X—– II. This is your big idea? Robot kids that look like my children. The President’s daughter? An almost exact replica. Sometimes, in order to think big, you have to think small. Through physio-electrical imaging, I can make them look like anyone, yet the cunning and intelligence of the world’s greatest espionage agents all rolled into tiny packages I call “Spy Kids”! Tell me, Spy Kids, with your vast stores of knowledge, what are four of the five physiological indications that a human being is lying? They’re not quite finished. Missing one crucial element. Missing what? Their brains. These buckets of bolts will never pass as children! We have a schedule to keep, Floop, a window of opportunity that’s closing fast! We will be back in two days to pick up our army, or we’ll take whatever you do have, cut our losses and lay your entire silly empire to waste! No more time. Escort Mr. Lisp back to his chopper, children. That was brilliant, sir. Thank you, Minion. Now, all I have to do is make them work for real. You’re going where? On assignment. Several OSS agents are missing, including Donnagon. No ransom, no demands. They just disappeared. After nine years, you are accepting an assignment? Why? In a word, Devlin. Devlin himself called? He called, asked me to go in. I’m going with you. Ingrid, you’re always looking to go on another mission, but we have children now. We can’t both leave. I want to go on an adventure. I want to save the world. Again? Honey, it’s old. I mean, if it wasn’t for Donnagon and the other agents, I would be turning this mission down myself. I mean, clearly. You’re gonna turn me down? Me? Spy boy. Ingrid. Ingrid… Ingrid. What about the children? Uncle Felix! Uncle Felix! Hey, churros, how are you? Boy, last time I saw you, you were this big. You’re shrinking. What’s up? Here, take this bag. Thanks for coming on short notice, Felix. That’s what families are for. That’s what I hear, anyway. Do I know you? Feels… Like old times? S— to Santa Cecilia on assignment to Bond. Missing OSS operatives. Agents Ingrid and Gregorio Cortez en route. Well, it’s good to hear those names again. Good evening, Ms. Gradenko. Hello, Greg. And Mrs. Cortez. Updates. They’re being loaded into your central now. Scan the area. All right. Why don’t we call them? They’ll be getting up for school soon. They should know what we’re up to. Ingrid. You’re right. Our first time out in nearly a decade and all we can do is think about the children. You should see OSS escort, Agent… Code Delta… Repeat the rendezvous point. Believe in yourself. Picking up a TV signal? And you, Gregorio and Ingrid Cortez. I believe you have something that I want. I know who that is. That’s…