EPILOGUE:
The Meeting of the Primes

A tiny figure in a fedora walked down an empty corridor stopping at a large door. Placing his paw on a paw print scanner. "Welcome Agent R-Prime" a computerized voice greeted as the doors opened to a dark room.

"Rou R Rate," a mysterious voice scolded from the darkness. Followed by a bunch of angry barking, squeaking, and other animal noises.

A/N: For the duration of this chapter all animal languages and speech impediments will be corrected and translated into English for the reader's convenience.

"Oh thank goodness, talking like that was giving me sore throat," the mysterious voice coughed.

"Sorry for my tardiness. I had a lot of clean up to do." Agent R-Prime (a.k.a. Rufus the Naked Mole Rat from Kim Possible: martial/mystic arts specialist) apologized as he placed his hat on this glowing portion of the table. As the scanners verified his hat the room lit up revealing 11 other animals, leaving only the one at the head of the table in darkness.

"Never mind that, let's just get this meeting over with!" complained Agent P-Prime (a.k.a. Buck Rockgut Penguin from Penguins of Madagascar: military specialist).

"Agreed, I must say this alien attack has cause surprisingly minimum damage. Coinciding with Agent R-Prime's report, that they were defiantly targeting mainly the superheroes." reported Agent G-Prime (a.k.a. Brain Gadget from Inspector Gadget: counter intelligence specialist).

"Yes but we still had a lot of civilian casualties from the crossfire, but nothing we couldn't handle." Agent C-Prime (a.k.a. Chip Chipmunk from Chip n' Dale's Rescue Rangers: search and rescue specialist) said thankfully.

"Just be glad I was able to chase the aliens away with my alien be gone," Agent D-Prime (Dale Chipmunk from Chip n' Dale's Rescue Ranger: paranormal/supernatural investigation specialist, mostly from comics) joked holding up a novelty spray can. Agent D-Prime used the spray when the aliens were pulling out, thus he thinks it was his doing.

"Too bad that stuff didn't work until after the heroes got abducted, do you have any idea how tough it was to cover for the girls in Townsville after they were taken?" complained Agent B-Prime (a.k.a. Bullet Squirrel from Powerpuff Girls: superpower and wilderness survival specialist).

"Speaking of which, any word about the heroes? They should have been back by now, according to Agent R-Prime's report." asked Agent Z-Prime (a.k.a. Zebra Donkey from El Tigre: acrobatics and infiltration specialist now an immortal zombie).

"I intercepted an alien transmission that said they've been delayed due to some meteor shower. But they should be arriving within the week." reported Agent T-Prime (a.k.a. Snowy the Terrier from Tintin: data analyst and linguist specialist).

"That's good, I was afraid we'd have to take up the slack if they didn't return, but what about those aliens? What if they come back?" asked Agent A-Prime (a.k.a. Chim-Chim the Ape from Speed Racer: mechanic and undercover specialist).

"No problem, I've already reversed engineered the wreckage from the first invasion and have upgraded our equipment to deal with them. If those aliens come back, we'll be ready!" Agent H-Prime (a.k.a. Hamster 2 from Code Name: Kids Next Door: R&D specialist) showing them the schismatics for his new inventions.

"You should focus more on your natural strengths instead of playing with your fancy toys. I took down a hundred of those things with my bare paws!" Agent M-Prime (a.k.a. Masked Dog from Mucha Lucha: lucha libre and close combat specialist) scoffed showing off his muscles.

"Let's not start this again," groaned Agent Y-Prime (a.k.a. Courage Dog from Courage the Cowardly Dog: medical and computer specialist). Why Y you ask? "It's for 'Y' am I even on this team," Courage explained to the audience.

After several hours of deliberations later. "Now if there isn't any other business let us conclude this meeting."

"I have something to say!" Agent C-Prime raising his paw. "When are we going to change our idiotic name?" The other members all muttered in agreement.

"Let's just call ourselves the Rescue Rangers, it's perfect for us," Agent D-Prime suggested.

"No way, then that will make it look like we were part of your little rodent club house!" Agent P-Prime objected. "Let's go with Beasts in Black! It's ominous and cool."

"You want us to be called BiB? No thank you!" Agent G-Prime rejected.

"And may I remind you that not all of us wear black," Agent T-Prime pointed out.

"I know: Totally Outrageous Organization That Hunts Down Evil Criminals with Animals Yeah!" Agent H-Prime said ecstatically.

"T.O.O.T.H.D.E.C.A.Y. seriously?" Agent A-Prime said cynically while chewing on a candy bar.

"Well if the bad guys can be L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N. then why can't we be T.O.O.T.H.D.E.C.A.Y." Agent H-Prime defended.

"I still prefer Powerpuff Animals," Agent B-Prime said hovering above the table.

"Hey, not all of us is juiced up on chemical X you know, you flying freak!" Agent Z-Prime argued.

"Freak am I! Says the immortal rotting corpse." Agent B-Prime shot back.

"Them fighting words!" Agent Z-Prime jumping right into Agent B-Prime's face.

"What are going to do? Decompose all over me. On second thought please don't do that." Agent B-Prime gagged.

"RENOUGH!" Agent S-Prime (a.k.a. Scooby Doo, ace detective and founder of the agency) barked finally stepping out of the darken portion of the room. "Sorry, force of habit," Agent S-Prime coughed. "Look at us, arguing like puppies. All this foolish infighting is the reason why we are stuck with the name we have right now! Come on guys, we've faced witches, monsters, the evil scientists of L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N. And even though we don't always see eye to eye, we've always managed to put aside our differences, work out a compromise, and pull together for the greater good. So I'm positive we can resolve this issue in a civilized manner as well." The other animals started to calm down due to the Agent S-Prime's wise words. It reminded them of when he first came to them for help, and how he convinced them to become a team. "That said, I think we can all agree that Mystery Division is the best name for our agency."

"THE HECK IT IS!" With that the squabbling continued and the most secretive secret agency in the world was still stuck with the lamest name in the history of secret agencies: The O.W.C.A. Organization Without a Cool Acronym.