A/N: Like some of the characters in the story, I had some writer's block. For over a year, actually. Anyway, I updated. Sorry it's not up to par, but I just needed to get something published. Last part coming soon.

Disclaimer: Partly inspired by Perry the Platypus from Phineas and Ferb. Obviously, it's not to be taken seriously.

Nessa wheeled her chair down the hallway to Elphaba's dorm and tentatively knocked on the door.

"Elphaba?" She called. "I don't mean to bother you, but—"

The door was flung open and Nessa was greeted by an overeager blonde.

"Hey Nessa, come on in!" Galinda left the door open for her and flopped down on her bed. A cloud of pink sparkling powder materialized around Galinda's body.

"Oh, fiddlefudge! I forgot to move my shimmer powder off the bed!" Galinda materialized from the growing puff of sparkles and dashed over to get a hand broom.

"Do you need some help Galinda?" Nessa asked, slowly wheeling her chair towards the mess.

"No, no! You're fine!"

Elphaba, who had been sitting at her desk in the corner, finally looked up. "Did you need to talk to me, Nessarose?"

Nessa wheeled over to the desk. Elphaba had pages of handwritten papers lying everywhere, and there was a pile of crumpled paper balls in and around the rubbish bin.

"What are you working on?" Nessa asked.

"Oh, this writing contest." Elphaba held her pencil to her mouth for a moment, and then began to scribble furiously on her paper.

Nessarose was accustomed to Elphaba becoming absorbed in projects and tuning out the rest of the world, and decided to save her question for later. "I'll see you dinnertime, Elphaba."

"Mmm-hmm." Crumple. Another paper ball landed in the waste bin.

"So what's this writing contest about?" Nessa asked Galinda, who had accompanied Nessa back to her room.

"It's a playwriting contest. Anyone can enter. Just make sure you don't use real names! I'm off to meet Pfanne and Shen Shen. See you later!" Galinda flipped her hair and waved goodbye.

Nessa wheeled into her room, pulled out a notebook and pencil, and began to write.

Sound of phone ringing. Spotlight on phone. Hand picks up receiver.

Agent B: Hullo?

Voice 1 (offstage): Agent B? This is HQ. We have a mission for you.

Spotlight dims. Scene change—an abandoned warehouse.

Villain: And now Miss Rose, prepare to meet thy doom!

Agent B (offstage): Not if I can help it.

Villain grins wickedly.

Villain: Ah, Agent B. So nice to see you. Come to rescue the fair Rose? Then my evil plan is working.

Agent B: Care to enlighten me?

Steps into the spotlight, straightening his cuffs.

Villain: Nice try. But a villain's downfall is his hubris. He reveals his plan to the hero, who manages to stop it and win the heart of the girl. So, I'm not going to tell you that I am planning on firing that laser on all of Oz and turning its inhabitants into mind slaves!

Evil laugh, cut short by coughing

Agent B: You mean that laser I unplugged while you were revealing your evil plan?

Villain: Drat. I knew I should have invested in solar power.

Oh well. Soon you will be dead and I will be ruler of all of Oz!

Evil laugh turns into burst of coughing, hacking, and wheezing.

Agent B: You know, you really should get that checked out.

Villain glares and presses red button. Metal doors on the walls lift up, and robot soldiers with guns march out from both sides of the room.

Villain: Fire!

Agent B: Rose!

Rose: No! Save yourself! Get out while you still can!

Agent B valiantly flings himself into the line of fire in order to rescue Rose, weaving through shooting bullets.

As Agent B unties Rose, the Villain frantically tries to figure out how to plug the laser back in. The robots, lines of which are standing on both sides of the room, hit each other and all are destroyed.

Agent B rescues Rose and the two make their escape.

The Villain plugs the laser into an extension cord, which blows the power.

Villain: Well, darn.

The End.

Nessa reviewed her script. The storyline was a bit unlikely, but spy stories always were. However, the script called for many elaborate set pieces, which may be hard to obtain. Especially considering that the Drama Club suffered from recent budget cuts. Ah, the arts are always the first to go!

It was time to meet Elphaba for dinner, so Nessa decided to take the script with her and ask Elphaba for advice. She wheeled over to an empty table and was flipping through her script when Boq walked over.

"Hey Nessarose! What's that?" He sat down beside her.

Nessa put her head down and blushed. "It's my script for the contest," she explained. "But it's not quite finished yet. I wanted to make some revisions."

"Well gee, Nessa. I'd be happy to look over it for you, but the deadline is today. If you want to enter it, you'd better take it over to Madame Morrible's office right now."

Nessa looked up, alarmed. "I'm supposed to meet Elphaba…"

"I'll tell her where you went."

Nessarose smiled. "Thank you, Boq. I really appreciate it." Nessa wheeled off quickly in the direction of Madame Morrible's office, and Boq turned back to the lunch special, "spinach surprise".