Solo and Kuryakin left the IK Doll with the secretaries as they continued unpacking his furniture. Napoleon spoke first. "Ah, Illya, what do you think of working with IK?"
"IK? we're calling him IK?"
"We can't keep calling him IK Doll, it sounds kind of strange." replied Napoleon.
"It sounds strange to call him IK Doll, but it doesn't SEEM at all strange to you that we have a 12 inch plastic action figure working with us?"
"Not really, after all our agents come from many different backgrounds".
"True Napoleon, but this one comes from a toy factory".
"Did you check out the cars?" Napoleon tactlessly changed the subject, knowing the cars would pique his partner's interest.
"Yes I did. I wonder what Mr. Waverly will say if he wrecks one".
"Probably not much. How much could it cost, $20.00? Even Mr. Waverly would consider that price a bargain. And just think what he'll save on food and accomodations. He can't eat much and his clothes only cost about $50.00 total, plus he can bring his own bed with him on missions, share a room with us. We could put him right in a dresser drawer". Solo was warming to the idea of what a cost effective little agent the IK Doll would be. Plus he was regular chick magnet judging from the secretaries reactions to him.
"I think I'm going to enjoy working with IK. Come on Illya, cheer up. The secretaries would all be fussing over you, just like they do over him, if only you'd let them.
"Napoleon, they think he's "cute". I hate that word. I'm not cute."
"Well, he doesn't seem to mind. You might learn a thing or two from the little guy."
Illya just rolled his eyes and hoped the IK Doll would be a very temporary part of the organization.