I, Detective Hoagie Gilligan, am the greatest detective out there. So why is this case so stumping?
Thurday night at approximately five thirty-seven, Kids Next Door operatives Numbuh 3 and Numbuh 4 had disappeared. Numbuh 4's video game had been left on pause, and the 'tea' in Numbuh 3's Rainbow Monkey teapot had gone cold. About two hours later, the 'missing' operatives showed up, Numbuh 4 quiet and blushing and Numbuh 3 seemingly more giddy than usual. Peculiar behavior, if you ask me. What caused such mood changes at the same time?
Tuesday afternoon, it was a Meatball Sub day in Moonbase cafeteria. Hundreds of operatives had gathered to indulge in the treat. The feast came to a screeching halt, quite literally. The two most loudest, disagreeable kids in the organization were in a quarrel in th port. Head of Decommissioning and Head of Arctic Training Base, Numbuh 86 and Numbuh 60, were in a fifty-buhmillion decibel fight about who was at fault for the escape of a operative locked in Arctic Base for decommissioning. The conversation grew quiet, and Numbuh 86 grabbed Numbuh 60 by the collar and dragged him to her office. They say it was so Numbuh 86 could beat him up, but Numbuh 60 left without a scratch. What was happening behind closed doors?
The very next day, the members of Sector V joined Moonbase for lunch due to a... mysterious shortage of food in their treehouse. The Soopreme Leaduh had accompanied them for the meal. Finding that there was a need for seconds, the Sector V occupants went to the lunch line. All except for their own leaders, Numbuh 362 and Numbuh 1. When the hungry children returned, the operatives in question were silent and totally avoiding even eye contact. Numbuh 1 was curiously red, and Numbuh 362's ability of speech seemed impaired. What caused these acts of awkward situation?
Lastly, the case of the highest confuzzlement. Friday morning. I, Numbuh 2 of Sector V, entered the treehouse kitchen to find my fellow teammates (minus Numbuh 1 because of an awfully long Moonbase call) eating breakfast. Well, partially. Numbuh 3 was whispering words into Numbuh 5's ear, and Numbuh 4 was standing by with an undeniable smirk. As I approached Numbuh 3 pulled away in giggles, Numbuh 5 was in an embarrassed state with a furious blush, and Numbuh 4 had a mischievous grin. After I sat down, Numbuh 5 put her half-filled bowl of Munchies in the sink and left, saying something about not being hungry. However, the Numbuh 5 I know would always jump at the opportunity for the sugary cereal. What made her leave so promptly, and what was making her uncomfortable?
Being the top-notch detective, I must find the solutions to these mysteries. Were these simply moments of awkwardness, or were they something much greater?