Acronym Meaning: Teenager's Rage Instigates Nefarious Assault
At the Riffin house, Trina and Mina were hanging out in Trina's bedroom. Trina sat at the computer looking at pictures of Nick Mallory. Nick Mallory, Trina's crush, was a jock who stood at five-foot-eleven. Trina made puppy-dog eyes as she stared at the pictures of Nick Mallory. "O. M. G. Nick looks so hot even on the internet. It's like he's optimizing my love circuits!"
"Um... Trina?" Mina cooed.
"What do you want, Mina?" Trina stared at Mina with a disappointed look.
"If you're looking at pictures of Nick Mallory, then w-why not grab him in real life?"
"Because, Mina, Nick Mallory went to a stupid family reunion or whatever at Cleveland. He'll be gone for, like, a few days."
"B-but Trina-"
"Who gives a fuck about family?!"
Mina, frightened by Trina's reckless response, hid under Trina's bed. Mina shuddered in fear under Trina's bed as Trina continued to search through Nick Mallory images.
"Wow... That's got to be the hottest artistic nude I've ever seen." Suddenly, Trina heard someone knock on the front door in the tune of Shave and a Haircut. "Mina, answer that."
"O-o-okay..." Mina crawled out from under the bed. Mina walked out of Trina's room; Mina's fear of Trina waned as Mina moved away from Trina. Mina answered the door, only to be surprised by a pack of teenagers wearing black samurai armor with red horns on their helmets. "Trina... There are a bunch of samurai at the door..."
"Like, chase them away with a broom or whatever. It's what those crabby old people do all the time."
"Right..." Mina ran back into the house, only to return to the door with a broom in her hands. "Alright, kids. You get out of my lawn!" Mina swung her broom at the teenagers.
"Seriously?" The lead teenager, a dark-skinned girl, pulled out a laser pistol and shot at Mina's broom, disintegrating it as a result.
"Eep!"
"One, we're teenagers; and two, where's Trina Riffin?"
Mina nervously looked at the teenager. "Look, miss... You don't understand how ruthle-"
"Don't waste my time, Mina." The dark-skinned teenager pointed her laser pistol at Mina.
"Trina's upstairs, but you should really tell your family to save up for your funeral..."
The dark-skinned teenager scoffed. "Relax. How bad could things get?" The dark-skinned teenager pushed Mina aside as she led her comrades inside. Despite Mina's plea, the teenagers went upstairs until they reached Trina's bedroom. The dark-skinned teenager knocked on Trina's door.
Trina answered the door, but she didn't look pleased upon meeting the teenagers. "What the fuck do you want?"
The dark-skinned teenager removed her helmet. "Hello there. My name is Cree Lincoln. I am here to officially recruit you on behalf of the Teen Ninja Organization."
"And why should I join you idiots? Can't you see I'm trying to, like, make googoo eyes with hunky Nick Mallory and junk?"
Cree facepalmed. "Look, we are a secret organization who works with Father in-"
"Well your father's a twit!" Trina attempted to close the door, only for Cree to stop it with her foot.
"Could you let me finish?! Ugh! As I was saying... We work with Father in order to stop the Kids Next Door. Are you up for the task?"
Trina grabbed Cree and slammed her against the wall. Trina held Cree against her will, stretching her arm back as if gearing up a punch. "Look, you stupid cunt! I don't care about your stupid father or your bratty neighbors! All I care about is having my way with Nick Mallory and getting rid of Grojband, and if you think you can have me join your stupid army, then you can fuck off!" Trina thrust her fist at Cree.
"Wait!" Cree's yell stopped Trina from punching her. "Our headquarters are at Cleveland!"
"Cleveland? That's where Nick Mallory is." Trina let go of Cree. "Alright, I'll tag along, but you better make sure you find Nick Mallory after this."
"Fine! Jeez..." Cree stood up and dusted herself off. "We'll take you to Nick Mallory after we go on a mandatory trip to headquarters."
Trina, Cree, and the other teenagers went back downstairs. Mina watched helplessly as the teenagers took Trina to their transport van. Soon, the teenagers drove away. "What have you done..," Mina ominously whispered.
Meanwhile, Kin is building a contraction with a small TV set, a metal bucket, a computer keyboard, and a radio antenna. While working on the contraption, Kin saw Laney approach him. "Hey, Laney. How's it goin'?"
"What are you making, Kin?"
"I'm glad you asked, Laney." Kin cleared his throat. "This is a telecommunicator. It lets you send and receive signals from this TV. You know, like Skype but easier to use. With this device, we can book a gig at any location, whether it's a stadium or a pizza parlor."
"Right..." Laney rolled her eyes.
"Oh... I hope Chip Chunkly calls us." Kon excitedly bounced on his tiptoes.
"We'll have to see..," Kin replied.
Suddenly, the TV turned on. On the screen, there was chubby, buck-toothed kid wearing glasses over his eyes and what appeared to be a strainer on top of his head.
"It works!" Kin cheered.
"That definitely doesn't look like Chip Chunkly, though." Kon twirled his index finger while pointing at the screen.
"This is Numbuh 65.3 reporting to you with an impo- Hey!" The kid was surprised upon seeing Kin and Kon. "Who are you guys?!"
"I'm Kin." Kin pointed at Kon. "And this is Kon."
"Awesome..! I wonder if this thing works with HD television sets."
Numbuh 65.3 facepalmed. "Can anyone tell me what's going on here?"
"Okay, boys, step aside!" Laney pushed Kin and Kon out of the way. "Excuse me, sir. Could you tell me who you're trying to talk to? I think you might have hit a wrong number."
"Sorry, but the Kids Next Door-"
"Kids Next Door? Isn't that the organization of people under 13 that rescues children in need?"
"How did you know, miss?"
"I have my sources. Look, maybe finish your policy statement so we could hang up?"
"I was about to do that." Numbuh 65.3 cleared his throat. "The Kids Next Door Organization has a strict non-disclosure policy against any and all non-operatives. This means no operative names or numbers will be revealed to any non-operative kid, teenager, or adult. End transmission."
The TV shut itself off.
"Who were you thinking about when making this device, Kin?" Laney asked.
Kin nervously hissed. "I had a little inspiration from Codename: Kids Next Door."
Suddenly, Corey opened the garage and rushed to his band. "Guys, I have an idea on what we can do for our next gig."
"What is it this time, Corey?" Laney asked.
"I'm glad ya asked, Lanes. You see, tree houses are popular places among children. Tree houses are created for children to hang out, chat, have snacks, or my favorite thing: listen to music on their iPods. The thing is, I have never seen anything involving bands playing at tree houses. This week, we shall be the first band to play in a treehouse."
"Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa... whoa." Laney cleared her throat. "There's a good reason why tree houses never have concerts... There's no room for any band to set up their equipment in."
"That's why I went on the internet and found..." Corey pulled out his cellphone. "This. This giant tree house looks like it's got half a cruise liner in it! We can have our equipment set up at this tree house; once we get an audience up here, we'll rock out until even rocks rock out."
"I dunno, Core..." Laney pointed at the photo. "That tree house looks kind of sketchy..."
"Chillax, Lanes." Corey grabbed Laney and held her to his side, causing Laney to grow affectionate towards him. "I have a plan that just might work. Kin? Bring out the Grojcar. We're going to Cleveland..."
Little did they know that Trina already at Cleveland, or more specifically, one of the teenagers' hideouts. At the hideout, Cree, Chad, and Trina stood atop a stage. Cree and Chad stood at the left side of the stage while Trina stood at the right. Soon, the teens' leader, "The Steve" showed up. 'The Steve' approached a podium at center stage. All of the teens cheered save for Trina, who gave 'The Steve' a cold look.
I ain't gonna let that idiot impersonate my Nick Mallory, Trina thought. No matter, I'll make sure he gets his punishment.
"What's up, y'all?!" 'The Steve shouted. "Now, I would like to give out a speech, but y'all totally hate listening to speeches as much as I hate speaking for a boring-ass time, so let's get this over with. Give it up for our new, hot-pink recruit, Trina Riffin!"
Trina approached the podium as soon as 'The Steve' left it. "Thank you. As a new Teen Ninja, I'll make sure that the Teen Ninja Organization will dominate this city and then, the world. Oh, and every giant tree will be turned into a mall just so we can go shopping or whatever."
The crowd cheered for Trina's inaugural speech. 'The Steve' approached Trina. "Well, time to complete the initiation, Trina." 'The Steve' spat into his right hand and reached his arm out. "Put her here!"
"Umm... Okay..." Trina slowly reached for 'The Steve's' hand, disgusted by the saliva dripping from it. By the time Trina almost reached 'The Steve's' hand, Trina instead grabbed 'The Steve's' wrist and held it in a painful vicegrip. "I don't take orders from anyone... Not even from a Nick-Mallory-impersonating queer like you!"
The teenagers were shocked upon seeing their leader fall at the hands of the ruthless, pink-haired recruit.
"Wh-what are you doing?!" 'The Steve' asked.
"Taking this teenaged army for myself!" In her anger, Trina conjured what appeared to be a closet. Upon opening the door, it appeared that the door was impaled with long nails, and the walls inside was laced with broken glass. Trina pushed 'The Steve' inside the closet before locking him up.
"Did she just-" Chad said.
"Yep," Cree replied. "She just put our leader inside a Chokey."
"Listen up you filthy maggots!" Trina yelled in her rage. "I rule this army now! You are to refer to me as your Queencess, understand?!"
The teenagers pointed their weapons at Trina, but they soon begrudgingly lowered their weapons after Cree, knowing about Trina's brutality, gestured them to do so.
"Good. Now, allow me to tell you your three missions. Your first mission: make me some steamed broccoli. I'd like to maintain my figure. Your second mission: find Nick Mallory and bring him to me. Your last mission, get rid of Grojband!"
"Yes, Queencess Trina..." the crowd replied.
"Good. Now, if I was Nick Mallory, where would I be?" Trina searched through a list of locations within Cleveland, which are all displayed on a hologram. "No... No... Ah..." Trina came across the hologram of a mansion that looked like an imperial palace. "Hunky Nick Mallory must have a rich family from how handsome he is. We shall invade this mansion."
"Are you serious?!" Cree replied. "That's the Delightful Mansion from Down the Lane! Father lives there!"
"I don't give a fuck about your dumbass father! We shall invade this mansion now!"
"You don't understand, Queencess. Father is a super-mega beast! We'll get creamed!"
"Ugh! You're such a coward..." Trina facepalmed. "You could at least drop me off unless you wanna become mulch!"
"Right... Got it..." Cree backed away from Trina.
"Now then... Teen Ninjas... battle stations!"
The teenaged army ran out under Trina's command. It seems that Trina's fearmongering reign upon teenagers has begun.
Grojband, on the other hand, had other things in mind. Corey, Laney, and Kin stood atop a trampoline while Kon held a huge drumstick in his hands. "Alright, Kon. Are you ready to take us to the top of this tree house?"
"I'm ready for Freddy, Cor!"
"Okay.. In three... two... one... fire!"
With the whack of Kon's drumstick, the trampoline launched Corey and his friends into the air and into the tree house. Kon followed the band soon after.
"Now, if I were a rock star, where would I put my equipment at?" Corey pondered about his surroundings.
"Probably at that raised area behind the monster truck tire." Kin pointed at a raised area near the wall.
"That's it! Kon, fish up our equipment."
"I'm way ahead of ya." Kon reeled in the band's equipment with a fishing rod. "Man, this tree house is so large that we could have all of Peaceville seated.
"How many people are there in Peaceville again?" Corey asked.
"About a couple hundred," Laney replied.
"Well, maybe not all of Peaceville would fit, but I can guarantee that this place could fit 100 citizens. Not too bad for a tree house concert. Now, all we have to do is set up the equipment and we're golden."
Corey and the band set up their equipment atop the stage. Though how the amps' method of receiving power is questionable, Corey is certainly ready to rock. "Alright, guys," Corey said. "It's time to practice, because today, we'll make rock history. Are you guys ready?"
"Yep!" Kin and Kon replied in unison.
"I guess..," Laney followed.
"Alright... In three, two, one."
Grojband's music began playing. Due to the lack of lyrics (on Corey's end), Corey's music was horrible, even his singing. "As I walked through the forest, I heard a sound. Come on over and see what I found."
Corey's horrible music was abruptly stopped when a boy wearing an orange hoodie barged into the room. "Shut that cruddy music off!" the boy shouted.
"Um... Guys?" Corey pointed at the boy. "Is that kid associated with my sister by any chance?"
"Well, he did barge in and let out an angry yell while we're making music," Kin answered. "I think he might be working for Trina."
"Stand down, vile beast!" Kon turned his drumsticks into a pair of nunchuks. "Or prepare to be vanquised! Kiai!"
"Ugh! Don't jump to conclusions guys." Laney got off the stage. "I'll check him." Laney approached the hoodie-wearing boy. Once Laney got close to him, she began patting him down.
"Hey! Get your cruddy hands off me"
"Just hold still, kid." Laney patted the kid from head to toe, but found nothing. Laney then decided to take off the kid's hoodie.
"What the crud are you doing to my sweater?!"
"Keep your pants on, kid." Laney shook down the kid's sweater. All that was in the sweater was a couple Dum-Dum pops and an I.D card, which caught Laney's eye. "Huh?" Laney picked up the I.D. card. "Hey Corey. Check this out." Laney tossed the card to Corey.
"Huh?" Corey caught the card. "Kuh...Ned... Guys, do you know what a Kuhned is?"
"Um... I dunno." Kon shrugged.
"Maybe it's that kid's name." Kin pointed at the bare-chested kid.
"Guys! That's an acronym! K.N.D stands for Kids Next Door Organization!"
"Whoa... I didn't know that my next-door neighbors formed a non-profit organization? Thanks, Laney. Kon, how much money do you think we should donate?"
"Not that kind of organization, Core! The Kids Next Door Organization is a secret agent organization comprised of children under 13!"
"Oh..!"
The small boy snatched the I.D card from Corey's hand. "Give me that!" The kid put the card into his pants pocket. "When I get back, you'll be sorry!" The kid picked up his sweater and put it back on.
"Um, could you tell me where the microwavable popcorn is?" Laney asked.
"Down the hall, first door to your left, check the cabinet to the right of the microwave oven," the kid replied.
"Thanks. This is gonna get interesting." Laney went to the hallway and entered a room to her left.
"Like I said, when I get back, you'll be sorry..." The boy left the room, leaving everyone in the band but Laney wondering what's going on.
"Don't worry, guys," Corey nudged Kin and Kon. "He's just a ten-year-old boy. What's the worst that could happen?"
Meanwhile, Laney opened a cabinet, unaware of a pack of children running past her. "Oh, ketchup chips!" Laney took an unopened bag of ketchup chips from the cabinet. "I'll have these instead of popcorn, that's for sure."
The children barged into the room. Aside from the hoodie-wearing kid, there was a bald boy with a pair of sunglasses over his eyes, a chubby boy with a pilot hat on his head, an Asian girl wearing a green sweater that's one size too large for her, and a dark-skinned girl wearing a red hat. All five children pointed their weapons at Grojband, ready to fire them."
"Numbuh 4," said the bald kid. "Thanks for the warning."
"No problem, Numbuh 1," the hoodie-wearing kid replied.
"Alright, teenagers!" Numbuh 1 warned. "Will you get out of our tree house willingly, or do we have to take drastic measures?"
"If you mess with the music, then you mess with Grojband." Corey pulled a walkie-talkie from under his burnt-orange beanie. "Kate, Allie. We'll need backup."
Kate and Allie, Grojband's groupies, swung into the scene. Kate and Allie equipped themselves with metal staffs, ready to battle the Kids Next Door.
"Five against five... Are you in?" Corey taunted.
Grojband and Sector V of the Kids Next Door engaged in a staredown. Corey, Numbuh 1, and their respective teammates stared at each other, ready to battle.
Transmission Interrupted
