Jebus, Harry, and Pikachu! Holy Crap! This isn't a Digimon fic! What the hell! I decided to do something different for once. For some reason, I really got into reading the Kids Next Door fics and now I wanna do one. It's based on the South Park episode "Wacky Molestation Adventure". It just seems to fit them well, so I'm making another South Park parody.

Kids Next Door brought to us by Mr. Tom Warburton.
South Park brought to us by Trey Parker and Matt Stone.

Operation:
K.N.D in the W.M.A.
Chapter 1: Banishing the Parents

Kuki Sanban a.k.a. Numbuh 3 of the Kids Next Door was in front of her house playing Rainbow Monkeys with her sister, Mushi, that day when her friends and fellow Kids Next Door teammates approached them, obviously with some exciting news.

"Numbuh 3! Guess what we got!" Numbuh 4 jeered excitedly.

"Bunny Rabbits?" Numbuh 3 gasped.

"Nao!" Numbuh 4 growled.

"We got tickets to the Big Bad-Ass Heavy-metal Band's concert!" Numbuh 2 leaped into the air triumphantly.

"Yay!" Numbuh 3 cheered.

"We're going tomorrow night. We've got it all planned out," Numbuh 1 explained.

"Just a minute," Numbuh 3 said. "I'll be right back." She skipped into the house and found her parents in the living room.

"Mama! Daddy! Can I go to the Big Bad-Ass Heavy-metal Band's concert tomorrow night?" she sang out. There was a short moment of stillness before her parents answered.

"Absolutely not," her mother stated. Numbuh 3's happiness suddenly faded into confusion.

"But why not?" she whined.

"Because it's dangerous and that band is vulgar. In fact, I don't want to hear you say that name again," she explained.

Numbuh 3 stomped back outside to her waiting friends.

"They said I can't go," she huffed angrily. The kids glanced at one another.

"Well, duh!" Numbuh 4 scolded. "Of course they said 'no'! You're not even s'pposed to ask 'em!"

"Yeah," said Numbuh 5. "Numbuh 4 said he was going to stay at Numbuh 2's house, Numbuh 2 said he was going to hang out at Numbuh 1's house, Numbuh 1 said he was going to hang out in the tree house, and Numbuh 5 ain't even gonna tell her parents because they're goof-balls."

"But I already told my parents," Numbuh 3 whimpered sadly.

"Too bad for you, then," Numbuh 4 shrugged as he walked away.

"Yeah, sorry Numbuh 3," Numbuh 2 added before they walked off.

"Don't you guys worry! I'll work it out!" Numbuh 3 called after them in determination.

Numbuh 3 approached her parents to try again to get their permission.

"Please let me go to the concert," she pleaded. "I'll do extra chores!"

Mrs. Sanban gave a sly smile. "All right. You can go if you clean your room, mow the lawn, and bring peace to the Middle East." Numbuh 3 stared at her parents with confusion for a moment.

"What's the Middle East?" she asked.

"It's a place that has been at war with itself for centuries," Mr. Sanban explained.

Numbuh 3 was quiet again for a moment. "And do I have to mow both lawns, or just the front?"

"Front and back," Mrs. Sanban stated.

"Aww," Numbuh 3 sulked.

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The next day the Sanbans were sitting in the living room watching the news when a special report was announced.

"Something incredible has happened today," a newscaster announced. "Early this morning, the war in the Middle East has ended, but not with bullets and bombs and democracy, but with the cute, huggably lovable Rainbow Monkey plushie. Last night, there were reports of a Rainbow Monkey hail storm that covered the capitol city, their warm smiles bringing tidings of joy to all. It is unclear who is responsible for this miracle, though witnesses say they saw a young Japanese-American girl in an odd-looking aircraft. Whoever it is, all we have to say is 'thank you'. Back to you at the studio."

The Sanban's jaws hung open, their eyes wide in shock. Numbuh 3 wore a smug, yet innocent grin on her face. She began to dance around and sing happily, proud that she had completed her tasks to get her passage to the concert.

"You're still not going!" Mrs. Sanban shouted. Numbuh 3's world came to a screeching to a halt when her mother said that.

"WHAT?" she cried. "I did what you said!"

"You're still not going to that awful concert!"

"We gave you an impossible task!" Mr. Sanban ranted. "You weren't supposed to actually do it!"

"That's not fair!" Numbuh 3 growled angrily. "You lied to me! You're so mean!" She stormed out and escaped to the KND tree house. The others were finishing up lunch when she slammed the front door and stomped into the kitchen. The others watched her silently until she plopped down in her seat at the table with her arms crossed.

"So… you see the news lately?" Numbuh 1 asked to break the tense silence.

"They said I still can't go!" Numbuh 3 complained, still sore. "I did everything they told me to."

"Well, that's parents for you. Parents are pure evil," Numbuh1 mused.

"Well I wish I didn't have parents!" Numbuh 3 snapped.

"Maybe you can get the police to get rid of 'em?" Numbuh 4 mentioned.

"How would you do that?" Numbuh 5 asked suspiciously.

"I… uh… had this friend that wanted to get rid of his mom's ex-boyfriend, so he called the police and told 'em that he molestered 'im and he hasn't seen 'im in three months," Numbuh 4 explained.

"Sure… does this friend happen to be a pilot?" Numbuh 5 cocked an eyebrow at Numbuh 2. He just grinned nervously and scratched the back of his head.

"The guy was annoying," Numbuh 2 defended himself.

"How does it work?" Numbuh 3 asked, interested in finding out more.

"What you do is call the police and say 'my parents molestered me', tell 'em it was a bad touch, and then they come and take 'em away."

"My parents molestered me," Numbuh 3 practiced.

"And you gotta sound all sad and crying," Numbuh 2 added.

"...sniff... M-my parents… molestered m-me," she fake cried.

"You're ready," Numbuh 4 nodded in approval. Numbuh 3 just smiled.

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Hours later, an enormous crowed of police, reporters, and on-lookers had gathered in front of the Sanban residence as the Sanban parents were led to the police cars.

"This can't be happening!" Mrs. Sanban panicked. "I would never touch my children like that!" Numbuh 3 and Mushi watch on in amazement as the police stuffed them into the back seat of the cruiser. "Who's going to take care of them?" their mother ranted. But no one listened. A child service's agent went to the two girls.

"They'll never hurt you again," she said and hugged Numbuh 3. She stared off into space for a moment, but then grinned.

"Thanks."

With that done, everyone left, leaving the two girls alone, the house theirs exploit as they pleased. Not only did they go to the concert, but they spent the day watching TV, eating junk, and threw an all kid party at the Sanban house, an event never before possible.

"Man, this is great!" Numbuh 5 shouted over the loud music and voices of the kids.

"Oim ganna call the police and tell 'em moi parents molestered me, too!" Numbuh 4 announced.

"Me too!" Numbuh 2 also said.

Soon all the kids were eager to get rid of their parents. All over town, kids were calling the police and getting adults arrested. Numbuh 4 had his parents arrested. Numbuh 2 had his mom and his grouchy grandmother arrested. Numbuh 5 did a victory dance as her parents were led away. An angry Cree was about beat her silly, but Numbuh 5 knew better and had her taken away as well. Even Numbuh 1 joined the bandwagon and banished his parents. Teachers, city officials, KND enemies, and even Father was imprisoned for the "crime."

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"You guys! Ya gotta see this!" Numbuh 4 burst into the main room of the tree house and led them outside into town. All the kids were gathered at his request.

"So what is it, Numbuh 4?" Numbuh 1 asked; a little annoyed that he had interrupted his newfound leisure time.

"Check this out," Numbuh 4 said. He took a stone out of his pocket and hurled it at the nearest store window, shattering the window into pieces. After that, there was silence. "Hear anything?"

"No," Numbuh 5 said.

"Roight. No adults," Numbuh 4 smirked. The children murmured in amazement.

"You're right," Numbuh 1 gasped softly. "No adults." He walked into the desolate street. "It's ours. The town is ours."

It looks like the Kids Next Door have finally accomplished the ultimate goal, but what lies ahead for this band of revolutionaries? (so fun)