This story first began on my Deviatnart page, cartuneslover16. As everyone else says about copyright, the KND do not belong to me. If they did, I would air more episodes on CN Real instead of the teen crud they have nowadays. I'd like to thank Numbuh Phenon for helping me out. Thanks, buddy! I might consider posting my other stories here, such as my Simpsons one. But first, tell me what you think on this one.

Children

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Awesome

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"Kids Next Door!" The leader of Sector V known as Numbuh 5 shouted as she and her three friends prepared their weapons as they stood outside in the balcony of their large treehouse. "Battle stations!"

"Attack!" Shouted an overly-rounded man known as Mr. Boss as he rounded four of his villain friends and charged toward the treehouse using their own devices.

"Aw, this is too easy!" Numbuh 4 exclaimed as he re-loaded his GUMZOOKA and began shooting once more. "Where the crud is the real action?"

"I think that answers your question?" Numbuh 2 suggested as the four kids gazed up as a shadow overcame them.

Above them was a huge blimp driven by no other than their biggest enemy, Father. The flying vehicle was filled with the latest adult 2x4 technology of electric sharpshooters and mini-catapults filled with canisters of a mysterious green liquid.

And it was aiming right at them.

"Surprise, you bratty kids!" Father shouted before he launched a canister at them.

"Look out!" Numbuh 3 cried before the group dispersed just in time as the case landed on the edge of the balcony and let out a gruesome stench.

"Gross!" Numbuh 5 coughed as she tried to wave off the stench that had entered her nostrils. "Broccoli! The worst vegetable ever known to kid!"

"Surprise, you brats!" Mr. Boss laughed evily as he shot out from his weapon a large canister at them.

The contents of the large case emptied as it exploded among the kids. Bits of broccoli showered them and they were covered from head to toe of the horrid vegetable.

"Ew! Ew! Ew!" Numbuh 3 cried as she tried to shake it off from her sweater.

"Thos lousy, good-for nothings!" Numbuh 4 growled angrily before he picked up his gun and hopped from the balcony and flew down, with the safety of his jetback beneath his hooded sweater. "I'll teach you about feeding me crud!" And he began firing among the adults on the ground as his teammates shot out at Father, who continued firing at them.

"Numbuh 2!" Numbuh 5 ordered. "It's time to bring out…the big one."

With a knowing nod, Numbuh 2 ran back into the treehouse and came out with a round object that looked like a golf ball covered with random trash.

It was their new state-of-the-art creation known as the E.W.-B.A.L.L.: Egad Weapon Brings Aroma Like Lettuce.

"Say hello to my little friend!" Numbuh 2 shouted before he pressed the tiny switch on it and shot it out of his cannon-like weapon.

It shot towards Father's blimp and it didn't do much as stick to the side.

"You think you can scare me with something no bigger than a broccoli head?" Father laughed.

But before he knew it, the side of his blimp exploded, and a foul stench worse than he had fired engulfed the sky. Sector V placed on their gas masks just in time.

"I'll get you for this!" Father shouted as his dilapidated blimp flew down and landed somewhere afar with a crash.

"Oh, gross!" Mr. Boss cried as he and the other villains held their noses as the stench attacked them. "Smell's like my wife's dinner gone wrong! Retreat!" And he and the rest of the villains ran off.

Sector V laughed, high-fiving one another and going back into their treehouse, sitting themselves around the living room while the television was on.

"Man, that was some awesome stuff back there, Numbuh 2," Numbuh 4 told his friend, "what was in it?"

"The worse," Numbuh 2 explained, "sweatsocks, fishheads, stuff the hamsters-"

"We're out of ice cream!" Numbuh 3 cried as she ran out of the kitchen. "And I was going to make myself a super delicious Rainbow Monkey dreamy-creamy fudge sundae!"

"Aw, for once can you not mention Rainbow cruddy Monkeys?" Numbuh 4 groaned.

"No problem, Kuki," Numbuh 5 assured her, "we'll just head to moonbase and ask Numbuh 48 Flavors for some."

"I still think that guy's a weirdo," Numbuh 4 said.

"Aw, come on, Numbuh 4," Numbuh 2 said, "he's not always that bad. I mean, if it wasn't for him, we would have never had the ultimate showdown with the teenagers and Numbuh 1…" His voice trailed off, and he sadly looked at the ground.

An awkward silence formed amongst them, imbibing in the name they hadn't mention in a while…

"-would have never had gotten his ultra-pass to being a kid for life," Numbuh 5 said finally, a strong smile formed on her lips as she nodded to Numbuh 2.

"Enough of this," Numbuh 4 intervened, trying to fight back a sob, "let's just hope Numbuh 48 Flavors gots my favorite and-"

But he was cut off when they heard a rumbling sound that almost related to a truck. But as they looked outside their treehouse, the sound didn't come from the ground.

It came from the sky.

"Did the adults come back for more?" Numbuh 2 asked before he prepared his weapon.

"Hold your fire, Numbuh 2," Numbuh 5 said, "look."

Up in the sky, a sleek black jet was riding so low it seemed like it could touch the ground any minute. But it soon left the kids' gaze as it disappeared among the city.

"Ooh, maybe it's a prince!" Numbuh 3 squealed. "Or maybe a new line of Rainbow Monkeys are being shipped in!"

"Whatever it is," Numbuh 4 said like it was no big deal, "it ain't ice cream, so I suggest we just forget about it and-"

"Hey, look!" Numbuh 2 said as he pointed down the street.

All eyes watched as lines of moving trucks drove in a formation as they came down the street towards another larger part of their neighborhood.

"New neighbors!" Numbuh 3 squealed as she danced around. "Maybe they like Rainbow Monkeys!"

"Would you cut the crud about Rairnbow Dorkies!" Numbuh 4 cried.

"Still," Numbuh 5 said, "I say we check it out, maybe they got kids."

"And if we're lucky," Numbuh 2 said with a smirk, "new operatives."

Using their bikes, the kids had arrived shortly after the moving trucks had parked themselves beside a huge mansion that had been on sale for weeks. Watching as the truckers moved in expensive furniture and other items into the new home, Wally became impatient.

"This is boring!" He exclaimed. "So what if we got new neighbors? Maybe they're just some old geezers with no life or maybe another rich, snobby family or maybe-"

Before he could utter another word, he was hit from behind.

"Numbuh 4!" Numbuh 3 cried as she and the others looked down at Wally's face pressed against the concrete.

Wally spat out gravel from his lips and glared at the object that had hit him. It appeared to be a bracelet of some kind.

"Oh, pretty!" Numbuh 3 gasped as she gazed at the golden bracelet with red gems around it.

"Are you okay?"

All eyes turned…and Numbuh 4 felt faint.

Standing before them was a slightly-tanned girl with long black hair and lovely brown tied back in a ponytail. Wearing a lovely cultural pink dress with bits of orange, pearls for earrings, and a pink headband around her forehead, it was obvious she was the new kid.

A very pretty kid.

"I, uh…" Numbuh 4 stammered as he held the bracelet in his hand.

"Oh, my bracelet," the girl said before she took it from him and placed it around her wrist, "I am so sorry I hit you. I was checking out my new room and I was just dancing around and the clasp on this thing was open and you know the rest…" She let out a light, bubbly laugh.

Numbuh 4 just stared at her, his face becoming red.

"I know what you mean," Numbuh 2 whispered to him knowingly as he stared at the girl with a hint of affection.

"Oh, how rude of me," she said, "hi, I'm Rochelle. Rochelle Ganda. But you can just call me Rocky."

"Well, hi," Numbuh 5 greeted before she shook hands with her, "I'm Abigail." She motioned to the others. "That's Kuki, and Hoagie, and the boy you knocked out is Wally."

"Welcome to the neighborhood!" Kuki squealed as she wrapped her arms around Rocky and brought her into a hug.

"Rocky, sweetheart," called a voice from the mansion, "you've made new friends?"

"Yeah, Aunt Cleo," Rocky called, "can I hang out with them?"

"Sure thing, sweetheart," her aunt called, "I got to head out and do some errands."

Rocky smiled to her new neighbors, especially to Wally, who was as red as ever.

"Um…" Wally began nervously, "care to join us for ice cream?"

The kids led Rocky back to their treehouse, and Rocky was amazed by everything they had as well as who the kids really were.

The KND…she never thought she would meet anyone who worked for them.

Rocky had hears stories about the KND from children who had run-ins with operatives. And when she realized that the kids she was with were the famous Sector V, Rocky felt her heart would burst.

"So…" Wally began as they came into the vehicle room of their treehouse, "where you from?"

"Philippines," Rocky said proudly, "moved here for a better life, and my aunt's decision to increase business from here." She laughed. "I have to admit that I'm not at all new to most of my surroundings. I mean, I travel here by jet all the time whenever I want to go have fun."

"Ever traveled to the moon?" Hoagie asked in a voice that was, in his case, suave.

"KND Moonbase?" Rocky gasped. "For real?"

"A special girl deserves the special treatment," Hoagie winked. Abigail hit him with the side of her cap before she gave a smile to Rocky.

"And, uh," Wally added, "we got video games."

"I love video games!" Rocky squealed.

"Really?" Wally's eyes lit up.

"Come on!" Kuki said as she dragged everyone toward the C.O.O.L.B.U.S., "ice cream!"

The ride to moonbase was better than anything Rocky had dreamed; way better than her jet trips. The sight of space nearly took her breath away, and she had to stop herself multiple times before opening a window and reach out to touch the stars. She had conversation with Sector V, mostly about herself as well as what missions the KND had recently been on, with exception of their recent adult attack.

As soon as they made it through the large doors and made their landing, they found themselves inside moonbase.

Rocky thought she would lose her breath completely.

Everywhere she turned, there would KND technology around her, followed by operatives of different races walking among others. Most operatives turned in her direction, wondering who the pretty new girl was and why she at moonbase. Rocky felt like she could fly, but she wasn't in space so it was impossible. Unless she could get her hands on one of those jetbacks…

Making her way over to the glass windows, Rocky took in the sight of Earth before them, looking so small yet so beautiful.

"Wow…" She gasped as she pressed her face against the glass. "It's so pretty…"

"Yeah," Numbuh 4 said lightly as he looked at her, "very pretty…"

"NUMBUH 5!" Shouted a shrill, demanding voice.

They turned to see a fuming redhead girl with freckles angrily approach Numbuh 5, who stood her ground and sized up to her.

"What is that girl doing here?" She demanded, pointing a finger at Rocky. "This base is KND-members only. We don't give tours!"

"Who said only KND members could come here?" Numbuh 5 asked with an equal, challenging tone.

"I said!" The redhead shouted, poking at Numbuh 5 angrily. "And unless you have an excuse to why she's here, I'll report you to Numbuh 362 and-"

"I'm a new operative," Rocky said quickly, standing between her and Numbuh 5.

The redhead cocked an eyebrow, trying to see if Rocky was telling the truth or not.

"In training," Rocky added.

The redhead nodded. "Very well, new girl." The words 'new girl' rolled off the tip of her tongue almost like a sneer. "If you don't know, I'm Numbuh 86, head of the KND Decommissioning Squad, a very important role among the KND. And you…" She pointed at Rocky like she was accused of something. "Better play well while you're still not thirteen."

"Of course," Rocky sighed. When she was able to get her hands on KND info, she had heard about the Decommissioning Squad, and the fate they bestowed on unfortunate kids who turn thirteen. Now that Rocky had pushed her way suddenly to join the KND, she knew she had to push herself and become an operative quick while she was still nine.

"Very well," the redhead said blankly before she turned on her heel and strolled off, "she's all yours." With a wave of her hand, she motioned for Sector V to take Rocky away.

"That girl has issues," Numbuh 2 muttered to Rocky, "she's only a buttkisser to Numbuh 362 herself."

"362?" Rocky's eyes widened. "The Surpreme Commander of the KND?"

"Where do you get all this?" Numbuh 5 asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I've had a run in with the Filipino KND a number of times," Rocky said simply.

As they walked down the paths of the moonbase, Rocky did her part of being the new member and waved and greeted passerby operatives and they returned the gesture. One had even said he hoped she would be on his team; that made Rocky giggle.

Not realizing where she was going, she bumped into someone and nearly tripped.

"Ow!" The person cried as he lay on the floor and held his head. "My head! My chin! I think I bruised something! Ow, ow, ow!"

"Hey," Rocky said gently as she knelt before him, slowly removing his hands from his head to see if there was any damage, "sorry about that."

Taking a good look at the person she bumped into, Rocky noticed he wore a pot on his head with a '13' on it, and that his shoes were untied.

"Oh, no problem," the boy assured her as he quickly stood up, brushing himself, "my fault, really!" And he let out a nervous, nasal laugh. He held out his hand. "I'm-"

"Numbuh 13," she finished as she took his hand in hers and shook it. She was surprised at how clammy it was at the moment.

"You know my number?" His eyes widened.

"It's as visible as the braces on your teeth," she laughed as she took a good look at his buckteeth that were covered in wires.

"Oh, yeah," Numbuh 13 blushed.

"I'm Rocky," she said, "new here, and going into training."

"Oh, training!" Numbuh 13 said with awe. "That stuff can be pretty-"

"Come on, Rocky!" Numbuh 3 barged in before she took her hand and dragged her away. "We've managed to smuggle us a few cases of ice cream!"

"I'll see you," Rocky called to Numbuh 13 as Numbuh 3 dragged her away, "maybe we'll fight adult tyranny together some time."

"Really?" Numbuh 13 gasped. "Fight adults…with me?"

But before he could get a reply, Rocky was gone.

"I've told you before not to get into my ice cream!" The operative known as Numbuh 48 Flavors yelled as Sector V emerged from the storage room, each eating from a case of ice cream.

"You say that every time, Numbuh 48 Flavors," Numbuh 5 laughed, "but you know you like to share it, baby."

"That's not true!" He denied. "All ice cream is meant for sale only, I mean, I have an account, don't I?"

"Excuse me?" Numbuh 48 Flavors turned to look into Rocky's gorgeous brown eyes and suddenly all reluctance was gone from him completely. "As a soon-to-be operative, how do I activate my account?" She licked her spoon which she used to dig into her case.

He took one look at Rocky, then turned back to Sector V. "Take as much as you want."

"You like pecan ice cream?" Numbuh 4 asked as he looked at Rocky's case.

"It's my ultimate favorite," she smiled before licking her lips.

"Well, what do you know!" He laughed. "Mine, too!"

Numbuh 3 watched as the two talked and laughed. Somewhere deep down she felt a knot of despair…

"Rocky," Numbuh 5 began as they sat at a nearby table in the KND Seriously Cool Museum of Artifacts and Stuff, "about earlier…are you seriously thinking about joining the KND?"

"Why not?" Rocky asked as she licked her lips. "It's cool, it's honorable, and it's all about kids. Is something wrong?"

"No, it's just that I want you to watch your back," she told her, "and look out for teenagers."

"That reminds me," Rocky began slowly, "isn't your sister a teen ninja?"

"Yeah," Numbuh 5 sighed, "but I tell you, the fights we have on missions are nothing to the fights we have at home."

"Ouch," Rocky laughed. Then her face became serious as soon as she finished her ice cream. "Abigail...or Numbuh 5, I would like to speak with your commander regarding my training."

"I'm right here," said a voice. Turning around, Rocky gasped to look into the face of the famous Numbuh 362.

The blonde-haired girl sat at the table with her and smiled. "Fanny's told me you've come."

"Yeah, sorry about that," Rocky apologized, "I didn't know there were rules about not allowing non-KND members in here…"

"Rules?" Numbuh 362 raised an eyebrow. "What rules?"

Suddenly, it hit Rocky that Numbuh 86 truly did have issues. "Never mind…"

Soon, their conversation went into future planning for Rocky's training as well as getting-to-know you talk.

Then Numbuh 362 mentioned Artic Base…

Rocky shivered as the C.O.O.L.B.U.S. landed inside the Artic Base and she was met with even more frost and chill as they exited out. She could have brought a jacket to drape over herself since she wore a summer dress…

"Report!" Ordered a tall boy in a green jacket and snow pants as he stood towering over them. Rocky knew from what Numbuh 362 said that this was the famous Numbuh 60.

Before Numbuh 5 could explain, Rocky stepped in and saluted to show respect. "New operative in training, Numbuh 60, sir!"

"She's this prepared," Numbuh 5 whispered to Numbuh 3.

Numbuh 60 blinked at the girl and her eager-but-serious attitude. Plus, she was cute…

"I like your style, girly," Numbuh 60 chuckled as he walked around her, "confident, eager, and very…" he stared at Rocky, "interesting."

"So will I start my training or what?" Rocky asked, placing her hands on her hips.

"Um, sure," Numbuh 60 as he led her away from Sector V, "follow me and we can talk."

"I'll come with you," Numbuh 4 called but Numbuh 5 held him back.

"Leave her, Romeo," Numbuh 5 said, "she's Numbuh 60's now."

Rocky took a deep breath before she picked up her M.U.S.K.E.T. and aimed at her target, a poorly drawn picture of Mr. Boss was hanging a few yards from her. She clicked her weapon, then the mustard shot out and hit directly on the picture.

Numbuh 60 clapped. "Good job, cadet."

"Oh, yeah," Numbuh 4 chirped in happily as he stood by Rocky's side. "Very good job indeed. Yeah, you're very good. Very, very, very good."

"You're sweet," Rocky told him with a lovely smile.

"Sweet?" Numbuh 2 snorted as he leaned against a wall. "As if!"

"You shut up!" Numbuh 4 warned him.

As the two argued, Rocky turned to Numbuh 60 and saluted. "Cadet out, sir."

"See you again, cadet," Numbuh 60 said as he returned the gesture.

Before Numbuh 4 knew it, his hand was entwined with Rocky's and they walked to their vehicle together.

Numbuh 3's jaw fell open the whole way she walked beside them toward their vehicle.

Somebody.

He was somebody…at least, that's what most thought he was.

Lou Pottingsworth, aka The Toiletnator, looked out his office window to gaze down at the city before him, admiring the view from high above his company. Six months after the whole Operation: C.A.K.E.D. ordeal, and the disappearance of one of the fellow KND members, Lou had thought long and hard about portioning his time between being an adult villain and real life.

So he asked for his job back and the company welcomed him with open arms. He was, of course, a great man working in Evil Adult Industries, an admired man with knowledge to bring kids down in a business-like manner so adults would dominate.

If only he could do the same when he was doing his job as a villain.

Gazing at the clock, work was a few seconds from over and he became giddy with excitement. "Oh, boy!" He exclaimed. "Villain time! Kids Next Door beware! For I am…" And he began removing the clothes from himself to reveal his yellow jumpsuit and toiletpaper-covered head. "The Toiletnator!" And he cackled heartily.

"Sir," called his receptionist from his machine, "new shipments have been brought."

"Uh, hand it over to one of my employers to take care of," The Toiletnator responded lamely.

The Toiletnator decided not to take his fancy car and instead drove his 'Toilet-mobile' towards his destination where the villains' meeting would take place. He had received an e-mail explaining the meeting was taken place in some inn in China, but after a few calls to the country, the Chinese had no idea what he was talking about.

So he thought it was a mistake and thought the meeting was taken place at Mr. Boss's home.

"It'll take days for me to brush this off!" Knightbrace cried as he rubbed his cheek, which still held the disgusting aroma from earlier.

"Well be glad they didn't shoot us with their pizza-face cannons," Mr. Boss grunted, "remember what happened to the Teen Ninjas' prom night?"

"Fizz said his niece became prom queen," The Crazy Old Cat Lady purred. "Had a fit when she got her first ever pimple."

"Anyway," Mr. Boss began, "thanks to Mr. Wink and Mr. Fibb…" he motioned to the two men before them, "we were able to find blueprints determining the secret hideout where the Kids Next Door are hiding their latest 2x4 technology." And he placed a large blueprint on the table for all to see. "It'll be taken place right here-"

Suddenly, the sound of the doorbell ringing and the giddy laughter of someone brought all the villains to deep fear.

"Hey, hey, guys!" Shouted the happy voice of The Toiletnator himself. "It's me! Can I come in?"

"Oh, geez!" Mr. Boss groaned. "It's The Toiletnator!"

"I thought you written the address in his e-mail confirming the meeting to be in China!" Knightbrace accused Mr. Wink and Mr. Fibb.

"We did," they responded in unison.

Mr. Boss reluctantly let The Toiletnator.

"Sorry, I'm late, guys," he said cheerfully, "another e-mail mistake, I guess. Boy, that's the eleventy-billionth time that's happened! It's like someone's trying to hold me off!"

"Gee, I wonder who would do such a thing…" Knightbrace muttered to himself.

"So, any plans to take down those rotten Kids Next Door?" The Toiletnator asked with eargerness.

The other villains looked at each other with concern, then Mr. Boss spoke.

"Uh, nothing, really," he lied.

"Huh?"

"We're keeping on a down low," Crazy Old Cat Lady played along, the others nodding in agreement, "what, with all those battles and defeats, we've decided to take a break."

"And so should you," Mr. Wink nodded, "right, Mr. Fibb?"

"Indeed, Mr. Wink," his seemingly half nodded.

"Really?" Toiletnator asked with a raised eyebrow. "A break?"

The others nodded eagerly, hoping their lie had fooled him.

"So you can just go," Mr. Boss urged as he pushed him towards the doorway, "and we'll let you know when we've got something."

"Wow, thanks guys!" The gullible man said happily before he walked out the door.

As soon as he left, the others let out a sigh of relief.

"That ought to hold him off for a while," Mr. Boss laughed before his beeper vibrated and he checked, "aw, man."

"What?" Knightbrace asked. "Trouble at Villain HQ?"

"No, not that," Mr. Boss groaned, "my boss arrived early."

This answer raised some eyebrows as the others regarded him with surprise.

"You mean there's actually someone above you?" Cat Lady snickered. "Mr. Boss has…a boss?"

"Yeah, yeah, rub it in," he grunted, "whoever the person is, he's got to be better than that stupid Sanban employer."

"Oh, Numbuh 3's mom," Knightbrace chirped, "she's crazy."

Lou, having removed his villain attire and now wearing his casual business suit, whistled a merry tune as he walked down the block of the city he loved. He had even placed on his fake mustache, thinking it made him look more suave and sophisticated. He had a mustache before, but he had removed it when he chose his position as Toiletnator.

Staring at some manikins that were on display at a nearby shop, Lou didn't have time to realize where he was going. The next thing he knew, he was sprawled on the ground, his face covered by a variety of clothes and 'unmentionables'.

"Ow…" he groaned as he removed a garment from his face.

"I am so sorry!" Apologized a voice.

Raising his head up, Lou nearly lost his breath.

Kneeling before him, frantically picking up the scattered garments but giving him a concerned, worried look, was a slightly tanned woman with curly black hair. She wore a yellow and green headband and casual jewelry that fit so well with her black summer dress. And when she looked into his eyes wondering if she had done a lot of damage, Lou could see how lovely her brown eyes were beneath those lashes.

She was definitely a looker.

It took a few moments to pull himself together before he shook his head. "No, it's my fault. I wasn't watching where I was going…" He helped the woman pick up her clothes. He blushed when he picked up a bra and placed it back in her shopping bag.

"I was in a hurry," she explained as she held her bag close, "got some new clothes and all, have to try them on before my debut."

"Debut?" Lou asked.

"I'm a model." She looked at him with an apologetic smile. "How rude of me." She extended her hand to him. "Cleo Ganda."

"Lou Pottingsworth." He said politely before shaking her hand. "Model, huh? That's pretty cool…" He tried to hold his blush.

"And you seem like quite the business man," Cleo added as she glanced at his business suit, "must be top of your game."

"Well, I am head of Evil Adult Industries," Lou said proudly, "plus I got one of those awesome coffee machines that can give me mocha or decaf!"

Cleo frantically glanced at her watch. "Oh, man! I've got to get going!" She flashed him another smile. "Can I have your card?"

"Uh, sure," Lou began as he handed her a small card that had all the information of his company.

She quickly took it and ran down the block, but not before giving him one final wave. "See you around! And thanks!"

Lou watched as she disappeared.

If you'd like to see a picture of Rocky. Go to my profile. If you're confused about the Toiletnator actually having a job, see the comic link in my profile. :)