Operation: CAROLING
Caroling
Agent
Rigorously
Overcomes
Largely
Insidious
Nocturnal
Goat
Disclaimer: I do not own kids next door, the ingenious Tom Warburton does!
"Guess what, guys?" Numbuh Three asked merrily as she skipped into the main room of the tree house where all the other numbuhs were chilling.
"What?" Numbuhs One, Two, Four, and Five answered gloomily. You see, there hadn't been a mission in weeks and they had already done every fun thing they could think of, but were now so bored their brains were threatening to melt. (All except Numbuh Four's, that is… his melted LONG ago…)
"Only one more week 'til Christmas, YAY!" Numbuh Three exclaimed, jumped up and down at the prospect.
"Really?" Numbuh One asked, "Normally, the adults would be causing all kinds of trouble this close to the holidays!"
Numbuh Two jumped up and exclaimed, "Oh! I completely forgot! I have to wrap my gifts to people yet!" and with that ran off to his room.
"Numbuh Five can't wait." she stated in her usual third person tense as she stretched out to claim Numbuh Two's now empty side of the couch.
"I'm gonna check with the Kids Next Door Global Command unit, the adults must be up to something!" Numbuh One shouted as he ran off to do just that.
"Relax, Numbuh One, the GCU prolly don't have any new mission specs you ain't seen yet. The adults are just too busy with Christmas themselves to cause any trouble!" Numbuh Five shouted after him. ("Then I'll just go straight to the adult news sources to read of their plots!" was Numbuh One's muffled reply)
Numbuh Four was just staring into deep space, thinking (which, I might add, is phenomenal in and of itself.) about how he was going to get gifts for everyone in just one week. He didn't even have any money saved up to buy gifts with. "Cruuuud" he muttered to himself when he realized this dilemma.
"Has anyone seen Gottee?" Numbuh Two inquired, popping his head back into the common room.
"What, that hamster freak you mutated?" Numbuh Four asked.
"Yeah, I mean no! he's not mutated! He's genetically uh, enhanced? er, altered...? and I can't find him anywhere!"
"Good, 'cause Numbuh Five was getting tired of that freak animal tryin' to eat everything in its path!" Numbuh Five stated as she got up to go to her room. (A faint "like someone else 'round here…" was heard as she departed.)
"You don't like him?" Numbuh Two asked dejectedly. Numbuh Five had just closed her door and hadn't heard him so he just sighed and plodded back to his bedroom/laboratory.
"Sooooooo, what did you get me for Christmas?" Numbuh Three asked excitedly as she plopped onto the chair's armrest, right next to Numbuh Four.
"Erm…" Numbuh Four laughed nervously, keenly aware that they were now alone in the common room, "Not supposed to tell".
"Ohhhh...", Numbuh Three replied, somewhat disappointed. Only a split second later she seemed to be over it and had started to jump all around Numbuh Four's chair. "Christmas, YAY! Christmas, YAY!" she shouted while poor Numbuh Four looked for a way to escape without bumping into the bouyant Christmas enthusiast.
"I'm, uh, gonna go an' try to find Gottee, K? Numbuh Four said as he tried to get her to slow down long enough to make his escape.
"Okay!" Numbuh Three squealed as she giggled and frolicked all the more.
Resigning himself to having to take the brute force course of action like he usually did (just not when he was around Numbuh Three, for fear he might hurt her) he just did his best to time the exit and rushed forward away from the chair, only to wind up on the ground a moment later, his timing being an obvious failure. He quickly got up, afraid he might have accidentally tackled and harmed Numbuh Three in the process, but he was surprised to find the floor bare. He whirled around and found himself face to face with a slit-eyed Numbuh Three, who had taken on a ninja-esque pose... Wait, he KNEW that pose... the pose she took after she flipped her prey. The sudden encounter hadn't phased the Asian with surprisingly quick self defense reflexes too much, and the awkward moment was broken by her returning to her Christmas chant and chair revolution ritual.
Numbuh Four flushed pink as he turned and headed out of the common room, both embarrassed that he had just been physically bested by a girl, and surging with admiration for his crush. That was his Kuki...
"Think, Numbuh Four, think!" he mumbled to himself as he made his way down the stairs while cries of "Christmas, YAY!" slowly died away. "What am I going to do?" he thought, (Which I may remind you is rare…) "Maybe mum an' dad would lend me some money… Yes, I think they would!" and with that, he ran off to his trailer near the railroad tracks.
"Why sure, son!" Mr. Beatles said, "We can't have that nice little girlfriend of yours disappointed on CHRISTMAS, now can we?".
"She's NOT my girlfriend!" Numbuh Four protested.
Ignoring his son's denial, he handed his son some cash and said, "Have fun now! But not TOO much fun, Wallaby!"
"Ugh... Thanks, Dad!" Wally replied, disgruntled, as he ran towards the shopping center.
