Oscar is considered the best of the best. Working as a secret agent for an undisclosed agency, he had secretly saved the world millions of times. And he's only 27 years old. He had trained relentlessly, in all forms of martial arts, gymnastics, skilled athlete, etc. So when he was told about his assignment, he knew the danger...

And wasn't afraid.

Oscar is a handsome young adult with blond hair that was combed for this mission. He had special contact lenses over his hazel eyes that allowed him to contact the higher ups of the agency. It required him to grunt to get out words and with a blink, he could send it. This was one of those fancy party missions, so he had to dress nicely. He currently wore a blue velvet tuxedo jacket, white tuxedo shirt, blue cummerbund, blue corresponding slacks, black over the calf socks, and black dress shoes. He sported a watch that functioned as one of his gadgets for the night.

Oscar arrived on the scene of the mission. A classic mansion house party. The all round agent scoped the area, using his contacts to scan for anyone or thing that would seem suspicious. His eyes caught something though...

Or rather someone.

Oscar narrowed his eyes to the person in question. A man with slick brown combed hair and shades that obscured his eyes. But Oscar knew that the man had eyes of topaz blue eyes. Oscar let out a small growl, knowing that man was Dutch, a constant thorn in his numerous missions and the agency for far too long. If Oscar was honest, Dutch was on his #1 arch nemesis. He had foiled tons of his plans, so they basically knew each other moves. Oscar took noticed of his attire: a blue tin striped dress shirt, grey tie, blue pinstripe suit jacket, tan trousers, blue argyle socks, and black dress shoes for the evening.

Oscar knew this was mostly his party and did his best to avoid mangling with Dutch, knowing his cover would be blown. Upon mangling with the other guests, Oscar noted the amount of security guards that were around the area, no doubt to prevent anyone from snooping around and pry into any secrets that the mansion held. The "best" agent knew that this would be his would be his ticket to uncovering whatever plan Dutch had. He scanned the structure of the mansion using his watch and set the feed to his contacts, relaying the information and getting plan.

A few hours later, Oscar got his chance. He had slipped a sleeping pill into one of the guards drinks. The agent secretly placed the pill into the drink and gave it, seeing he was "thirsty," which ultimately work in next three minutes and the guard was out. Using his hi-tech watch, Oscar picked the lock and entered a staircase. The agent gave a smirk upon reaching the bottom of the stairs. He had hit the mother-load. He saw plenty of chemicals, equations, etc. in the apparent lab. He did his best to scan everything, hoping for evidence and leave so the agency could start a plan and take down Dutch.

That was the plan, until Oscar sensed some movement behind him. Tapping his watch that converted to a stunner, he aimed it...

At Dutch, who was smiling madly.

"Well, this party just got a bit interesting," the nemesis mused.

Oscar mentally rolled his eyes, obscured by his neutral facial expression. He had heard about a MILLION evil speeches during his career, especially from Dutch. At this point, he had wished that these villains just get to the point rather than monologue. Unfortunately, he was preoccupied with dealing with the monologue and Dutch, he failed to notice the silent footsteps someone in dark... with a blow dart.

The figure in the shadows shot Oscar in the neck, who began feeling the effects immediately. He lost his vision and collapsed to the floor, not before Dutch walked up to him and the last thing he saw were Dutch's dress shoes.

...

Oscar slowly came to...

And took note that he was dangling above a vat of green thick slime, rope tied around his body. It didn't look acidic, but it was still death-defying from his height. Oscar then noticed that Dutch was smiling quite the distance away from him. Oscar sent a glare his way, but his arch nemesis elected to ignore it. With a small wave from his hand, Oscar began to notice that the slime was approaching him... in a cliche slow pace.

Oscar began to calculate an escape route. He thought about swinging but that was out immediately when he saw the distance between him and the nearest ledge. He could use the laser function on his watch, but he could fall straight into the slime if he wasn't carefully enough. Oscar frowned as he descended, somewhat knowing that he wouldn't be spared from his dunking.

The agent looked down one last time, just as he reached down into the slime. The slime started to cover his elegant black dress shoes first, his black dress socks next as it worked its way up to the slacks. After the lower half was dunked his white tuxedo shirt, hi-tech watch, blue cummerbund and tuxedo jacket soon followed, immersing the agent's attire completely. Oscar held his head up and took a deep breath as he would soon be underneath the green liquid. And then he went under...

And his arch-nemesis marveled at the sight.

Dutch wanted to savor this movement, the movement he "defeat" that pesky, noisy agent. The was acidic but he made it super thick and hardening to prevent Oscar from moving around. He was so glad to dunk the bothersome agent in the vat, though he wished he sorta of had some sort of escape method but alas none. Dutch smirked, letting out a classic "evil" laugh. Dutch walked over to the vat, wanting to see the slimed agent himself. The villain retracted the line with a switch, towing the agent out of the line...

Which was his first mistake.

Something broke out from the slime in such a fast projectile. The slime coated object was a stunner. Dutch was given a jolt of electricity, prompting him to pry it off. He succeeded and gained an annoyed expression on his face. Rising out off the vat was a goopy Oscar, with a stern look on his face... and free from his binds.

Oscar, while may free from the binds -he had used his watch to break the rope while in the slime-, was drenched in slime. The agent's luscious blonde hair and face was green, covered in the slime, streaks and droplets were noticeable. His blue tuxedo jacket, white tuxedo shirt, and black bow tie had been stained with the same substance, the residue running down to his black slacks which had shared the same fate. His black dress socks and patent leather dress shoes had been coated from the dunking, seeing as they were the first to enter. But Oscar wasn't deterred just because his attire was slimy.

The agent leaped of the chain, landing in front of Dutch and set another zapper point blank, immobilizing the villain. Oscar walked passed him, along with a light "playful" shove with the palm of his hand...

Into the same slime he was just subjected too.

...

After minutes of struggling, the villain was handcuffed to a metal gate. Along with his suit dripping in green slime.

Dutch's glasses were lost in the contents, his face and brown combed hair was a mucky mess. The blue pinstriped suit, dress shirt, and gray tie he wore were immersed in the slime, trashed to no return as he flail nonstop. His tan trousers had been stained, also due to his flailing. The blue argyle socks and black dress shoes he had wore were dripping and filled with the green contents. Overall, the villain felt humiliated that he couldn't bring the agent down.

The police entered the underground factory he was entered and escorted to a police car. Dutch didn't say anything, as he was plotting for his revenge for the MILLIONTH (not that he was keeping track) time against Oscar.

Next time would be different! Different indeed!