Super Secret Spies

There were two of them, Slick and Sneak. Under the flag of the Super Secret Spies, they were united, dedicated to their cause. Though they had no mission, no purpose, they spent great amounts of time maintaining their image, using their aliases. I watched them from afar, longing to be included. But they were an exclusive club, not open to outsiders or little sisters. After some deliberation, I was allowed to undergo the necessary tests and training to achieve spy-status. No longer would I respond to “Katie,” for I was now “Slime.”  And I have the certificate to prove it.