Honestly, 'M' (or 'C' or whatever he calls himself these days) is hopping mad. Desperate for 'a big hit' to prove our worth to the new Trump security team, well, those that are left, he called James Bond out of retirement. He's been living in a care home in Eastbourne for the last few years but every day, with loving care, he dismantles and cleans his favourite Walther PPK.
It was very unfortunate a couple of years ago that a new Chinese care assistant entered his room unexpectedly and was shot and wounded. Happily, 'the Firm' managed to cover it all up and the nurse was paid off for her troubles.
Anyway, given the mad proclivities of 'Fat Boy' Kim, the looney who runs North Korea and who keeps letting off rockets even when it's not Chinese New Year, 'M' (or 'C') decided enough was enough and called Bond back to the office to carry out one last hit. He should have been warned that Bond wasn't quite the sharp-eyed assassin he had once been when, by accident during the briefing, he steered his electric wheel chair over the foot of the Prime Minister who, given her love for smart shoes, was not amused.
Anyway, off he went, licensed to kill, to the Far East where he decided to refine his techniques by setting aside his Walther and instead armed himself with a poisoned needle. Accompanied by Miss Moneypenny, and himself disguised as an oriental woman, they found Kim and plunged the needle in. Er, slight mistake because unfortunately they hit the wrong Kim. Yes, he was fat and slitty-eyed and North Korean but it was actually Fat Boy's older brother - oh dear what a pity never mind!
Fat Boy Kim Even Fatter Boy Kim
You can read all about it at The Telegraph. Can't wait to see the film!