A/N: Just a little something that popped in my head. I literally wrote this free typing. So there was no preplanning like usual. Tell me if you want a sequel. Just for reference I imagine them all to be about 16. I will give credit though, I was inspired by Bugs Bunny. Also, I will be continuing my other fics soon, don't worry 'bout those. Don't own nothin'! Enjoy.

"What gives, Fulbright!" Shouted the angry KND/TND Arctic Drill Sergeant as he got up from the mud puddle Fanny Fulbright, aka Numbah 86, had just tripped him into.

The Irish girl just coolly smirked at the irate, mud covered boy. "What ever are ya meaning, Patton?" She asked with mock innocence.

Patton growled and gestured to his mud covered body. Fanny just continued to smirk as she followed his hand. "Yer quite covered in mud there, taken up mud wrestlin' have ye?" Numbah 86 smiled sweetly and blew a bubble with her gum as she leaned against a light post behind her.

Numbah 60 slightly leaned back and looked into those cool killer green eyes. Suddenly he flashed his famous debonair smile and leaned in with his arm braced above her on the lamp post. His six foot frame dwarfed her. Looking down he tilted her head to look up at him. "I would never willingly wear those damn tights."

Fanny popped another bubble and coyly looked up and down his body again. "Who said ya needed to wear tights?" Her voice was husky as she looked back into his eyes.

Patton's smile grew wider as he leaned in further "I always knew you were the perfect girl, even if you are a smart-ass." Bending a bit farther he went to kiss her lips. But even quicker she ducked out of his arms and his lips met nothing but the cold metal. A frown replaced his smile and he growled as he looked at her.

With her flaming hair catching the last rays of the sunset she looked like an avenging angel. Fanny smirked. "Of course I'm perfect, why wouldn't I be?" With that she spun on her heel and walked way from the still mud covered boy.

Patton laughed. "I still owe you for the mud, Fulbright. Mark my words." He called to her retreating back.

Numbah 86 didn't even look back as she laughed and challenged. "Bring it on, Penguin. Bring. It. On."

+KND+

It was a week later and Numbah 86 sat with Numbah 362 in the Moon Base cafeteria. The Supreme Leader studied her friend as she ate her meatball sandwich. Finally 86 had enough of the staring. "What?" She asked annoyed, slamming her fork down.

"What, what?" Asked Rachel as she continued to each her meatball creation.

"Ye keep staring at me like Ah have grown a second head or somethin' and it's bloody annoying!" Said Fanny.

"It's nothing." Said Rachel as she tried to wave her friend off. Fanny merely sat back with her arms folded and gave her a look that practically said Try again, girlfriend.

Rachel sighed. "I just wondering why you don't admit that you like him already. Everybody already knows."

Fanny scoffed. "And just who is it that Ah would be liking?"

Rachel gave her a droll stare. "Numbah 60, who else?"

Fanny suddenly went pink. " Ah don't know what yer talkin' about, Sir." Steadfastly she returned to her lunch, keeping her head down.

This time it was Rachel's turn for the Try again, girlfriend stare. "Seriously? You're going to play that card? Come on!"

Fanny lifted her head to retort but as she opened her mouth she froze and looked beyond Rachel's shoulder. The confused blonde looked behind her and saw Numbah 60 walking towards them. "Well, speak of the devil." She turned back to see that Numbah 86 had composed herself. In the next moment the boy stopped in front of them.

"Supreme Leader, sir!" Patton gave a cheerful salute with one arm behind his back.

"Numbah 60." Rachel returned the salute.

Patton turned to Numbah 86. "Fanny. How are you?"

Numbah 86 set her fork down again and stood to meet the boy. "What's it to ya?"

"Tsk tsk." Patton shook his patronizingly. "Such temper. I just wanted to know how you were."

Fanny rolled her eyes and folded her arms. "Ah'm fione, now what do you want."

Patton smiled. "I wanted to give you a present, especially after last week."

"A present? And what could ye possibly give me?" She asked.

His smile got impossibly bigger. Drawing back his arm he said, "This!" Before she knew what hit her Patton creamed her face with a pie. Watching the plate slide down the Irish girl's face Patton smirked and asked with mock sincerity. "No hard feelings, right?"

The entire room was so dead silent that you could hear a pin drop. Operatives didn't know whether to run or stay put, so they just waited for Numbah 86's reaction.

Wiping pie cream out of her eyes, Fanny looked at Patton with a glare that would have sent Father cowering. Her next words echoed ominously through out the room.

"Patton Drilovsky. This. Means. War."

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