A trip Down Under..

Since I'm in charge of the golf course I thought it would be a great idea to have a celebrity golf tournament to help bring in the people. I thought to myself," who is enthusiastic, and could help support this tournament?" Non other than Steve Irwin came to mind. So I was on a mission to the great "Down Under" to capture Steve Irwin to host our celebrity golf tournament. I found camping with the aborigines searching for the great crocodile, said to be over 100 years old. I was there for three weeks eating off of the land and wearing nothing but what we would call a rag, around my waist. After we caught the great croc, we caught the first flight back. We should be having the tournament in about a month or so. Welcome Steve!!

secrets of the government

So I bought some black leather pants, because we spies always have those. I'm offical now. Some dude in a trench coat came in and ordered a grilled cheese and a frappachino, which is code for, "I have an assignment for you." I handed him the grilled cheese and coffee. The coffee he drank. Then I watched him secretively put a message in the grilled cheese, and I appeared once more at his table when he yelled that his grilled cheese wasn't done enough. He dissapeared, I read the note, and I realize he didn't leave a tip.
I spent the afternoon in Cuba. Well, it was afternoon at the resort, it was night time in Cuba. The trenchcoat guy assigned me to steal intell from a druglord in, well, Cuba. So I posed as one of those dancing girls with the big fruit hats, and I slipped him one of those drugs that knocks you out, in his cerveza, and he was foolish enough to have left the disk in his pocket, so I took it. I got to kick some bad guys out in the alley-way too. They wanted my hat, but I was wearing my leather pants under my big skirt deal, and so I smoked them, and our helicopter flew by, and I grabbed the rope ladder, and pulled myself up into the helicopter, only to find that it was not Agent Leo piloting, but his evil twin Marcus the bald. He wanted to shoot me, but once again my leather pants save the day, and they enabled me to deflect the bullet. Marcus bailed. (The bad guys always still live, they have to come back in other episodes)
The man in the trenchcoat showed up for dinner, and ordered another grilled cheese. I put the disk in the grilled cheese, and he left me a 50k tip, which was pretty good. Though, the leather pants weren't cheap.

So we begin our story in the middle of the ocean

Somehow people find us though, and they are willing to pay big bucks to stay in our fancy hotel and do fun stuff because they are rich, and what else have they got to do?

Breaking News: Reason for Agent Karl's death disclosed - Karl was leaking intelligence to the U.S. government about our secret projects, when Agent Jimmy learned of Karl's unfaithfullness in that serious-but-not-fatal-skydive, Karl was given "the pill" at our secret meeting. We have decided to forgive Agent Jimmy, as long as he keeps the pool clean.