First posted: 6th March 02

The top agents of both U.N.C.L.E. and CI5 were meeting in a field, in the middle of nowhere. They were preparing to have it out, once and for all.

Napoleon was preparing his companion for the fight, by telling him about some comment Bodie had made.

"He said what?" Illya asked.

"He said we didn't do our own stunt work." Napoleon repeated.

"That's hitting below the belt. What about all those drainpipes I climbed. Fair enough, you didn't pull your weight, but me? He said that about me?"

Meanwhile Bodie was similarly preparing Doyle.

"They said what about my hair?"

"They said it was a perm."

"It is not a perm. Who'd want hair like this! I'm gonna kill 'em." Doyle said moving towards the other agents. Bodie literally had to grab the back of his shirt to keep him from attacking.

Just as both sets of partners were about to launch into a viscous attack, a couple of familiar voices were heard.

"Bodie, Doyle! Get over here now." Cowley said as limped towards the group.

"Mr Solo, Mr Kuryakin, what is the meaning of this?" Mr Waverly asked, "this crossover hasn't been authorised by either myself or Mr Cowley."

"Aye lads, what d'you think you were playing at?"

"Gentlemen, may we have an explanation."

None of the younger agents wanted to be the ones to release their relative boss's wrath and so they all remained silent.

"Gentlemen, we'll have no more of this nonsense." He turned his attention to Cowley, "And now George, to mend the broken fences between our two agencies, I'd like to propose that we all have dinner together at my club."

"Good idea Alex, I'll accept on behalf of myself and my men."

The younger agents' groans could be heard from miles around and both sets of partners began plotting how to get out of this torturous event.

The End

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