Elenore City looked lovely from above. The glamorous lights shone brightly. Colorful flying cars filled the streets. In the center, the strong, sturdy headquarters of the "World Welfare & Works Association" - the 3WA - stood as a symbol of peace. The modern high-rises, such as Damocles Tower, competed for greater heights...

Though none of those high-rises matched these giant women's fingernails.

For the past ten minutes, two of Elenore's former residents loomed at dizzying scales on either side of the city. The one in the north had a yellow bikini uniform, and blue hair longer than the city itself. They framed a pale, roundish face with full lips that smiled nervously. This was Yuri. The one in the south had a similar uniform, but in white with a red trim. She rubbed her fluffy red hair, adjusted her green headband, and itched her narrow, tan face. That was Kei.

Some, who didn't know these girls, thought they were aliens, come to consume them like snacks. Or perhaps, they were mad scientists, here to ravage their proud modern structures. But when official news reports confirmed their identities, it was worse than they could imagine. It triggered riots, prayer sessions, and fits of nausea.

These monsters were 3WA agents, the Dirty Pair. And they were here to *help*.

After waiting for the inevitable barrage of missiles to quiet down, Yuri finally addressed the miniature residents of Elenore City: "So, I suppose you're wondering why your city is so small?" Her peppy chirp bounced through the skies, echoing in their ears.

"It wasn't our fault! See, it's a funny story..." Kei's low, booming tone rumbled the hard roads.

The blue-haired colossus reached high above them to tap her on the shoulder, casting a shadow below. "Hey, can I tell this one? Just for a change."

"Knock yourself out. But watch out, Chief Gooley is in that city." The red-haired titan pointed to the center of town, her fingertip dangerously close to their head office. "This'll go on record!"

"Oh, we're being recorded? Good, that saves us some paperwork."

"Just be careful, Yuri!"

"You're the last person I want to hear that from, Kei!"

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The Great Size Change of The Dirty Pair

(or, "Lights Out For Goliath! Does This City Make My Butt Look Big?")

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Earlier that day...

Space Colony Goliath, a sprawling metropolis. The Trouble Consultants arrived at the spaceport on schedule, silhouetted by glowing neon advertisements as dusk became night. Dim pink, blue, and purple reflected on the still waters nearby.

While squeezing past customs, Kei's chest collapsed through the Ukbar embassy's upper floors. "Whoops, uh, my bad..." She furiously brushed the crushed concrete and glass from off her tan breasts. Rubble crumbled off her battle bikini, past her toned midriff, to the broken speed limit signs on the street.

Yuri, meanwhile, was on all fours, poking at 3cm tall people - who dodged her glove with terrified yelps. "Dr. Brawn? Is Dr. Brawn in that crowd? The 3WA is here to solve your problem! Oh, that's a cute car..." Her yellow-clad backside stuck out, swaying as she crawled. Its unsteady wobbles knocked down an immense gold statue of their founder.

From afar, Dr. Chuck Brawn shifted in his too-small lab coat. He rubbed his temples, and the mark on his forehead, under messy black hair. "Dozens of consultants out there, and I got stuck with the Dirty Pair..."

"That's 'Lovely Angels'!"

Kei's booming voice sent him off his feet, sputtering like an idiot. Her saucer-sized brown eyes glared at the scientist, her arms crossed. Each arm was 33m (or 100 feet) long to the scientist. "Madame Beryl's retired. Sandra Guts got booted out of the academy. Li Shu Ryu is on vacation. So you'll have to make do with us... The Lovely Angels!" She pounded her boot in the ground to emphasize the duo's name, digging a footprint in a major road. Streams of flying cars honked at the white heel, trying to navigate around it. "Not the Dirty Pair!"

Yuri rushed over, accidentally kicking aside the traffic jam. "Keeei, don't be a bully! That's what they fired Sandra for!" Her dark blue eyes peered to the man from above, large enough to engulf him. "Don't worry! She's just shy around buff, handsome men."

"Pfft," her partner blew at her rosy curls, "so what if he's sorta beefy? I could wrestle him with four limbs behind my back. Maybe more." Reaching a hand down, she squeezed her humongous fingers around their client's arm, nose twisting and brown eyes squinting.

Sweating at the immense strength, and the skin's softness, the doctor awkwardly brushed her manicured index and thumb off. "I'm not the one you need to fight." He held his other arm out, miniaturized streetlights illuminating his white sleeve. "Three infiltrators from the Lucifer Syndicate have stolen the components to my Prototype Mark III Resizing Device. They intend to weaponize and sell it."

With a wistful sigh, Yuri's delicate fingers brushed the top of a glimmering high-rise - accidentally tearing part off its roof off. "The same shrinking technology used to make Goliath Colony a self-sufficient, resource-light utopia..."

"...Figures some heel would find a way to ruin it." Kei leaned back against a billboard - and fell right into it, crashing headfirst into the grass. "Nggh... When do we shrink down, like the other visitors? I wanna see the night life up close. And at this size, we can't use our guns without blowing something up."

Before her nose, Dr. Brawn shook his head. "All the spaceport's resizing tech is on lockdown, to prevent further thefts. But the criminals likely have their own escape pods. Each of the trio have one part; Lucifer can use any of them to reverse-engineer the whole invention." He curled a fist up, eyes blazing. "For the sake of our Galaxy, return my creation to me!"

Tearing a few signposts with her ascent, the ruby-haired trouble consultant saluted. "Yeah, I'm ready for action, big or small!"

Her indigo-eyed associate chuckled, putting a hand on her partner's shoulder. "The 3WA is on the job! And afterwards, you could show off Goliath's abundant resources by treating Kei to a romantic dinner! -- Ow!" She grimaced as her partner stepped on her toe, further deepening the prints already in the concrete. "Honestly! I'm trying to help your dating drought."

"Job first, matchmaking later, Yuri!"

"Hah, someone's just dying to rampage like a kaiju today!"

"Aw, yeah? I bet you'll start cooing and squeeing over how cute these teensy houses are..."

"Fine, I hear you! We'll just split up for this mission!"

"So long, pal!"

"Good luck squeezing those giant tits through the streets!"

"Try not to trip your pretty legs on a mountain!"

The two dashed off in opposite directions, generating earthquakes with their stride - and with occasional insults lobbed across the colony. Chuck Brawn crossed his bulky arms, scowling. "The Dirty Pair... As catty as I remember them..."