Authors Notes: Ok so this is my first fanfic and I want to get some things out of the way. I do not own Kids Next Door in any way. Secondly I would like to thank my friend Jenn for co-writing and checking my grammer, because my spelling and grammer SUCKS (seriously Jenn, you kick ass like Chuck Noris). I take great pride in knowing every thing I can about shows I like, so if anyone notices ANY continuity mistakes in the story itself of the series in general please don't hesitate to tell me. With that said reviews are welcome and If anyone has any advice for improving my story telling abilities I would love to hear them. I hope you enjoy it.
Chapter 1: A "Pleasant" Chat
It was 2:30 in the afternoon, I was sitting in my desk drinking a soda and thinking about nothing. My name was Hoagie, Hoagie P. Gilligan private-eye. Of course I also go by the name "Numbuh 2" of the Teens Next Door.
I had bee mulling over this riddle Numbuh 1 told me, "The part of the bird that is not in the sky, that can swim in the water and always stay dry", but for the life of me I just couldn't figure it out. Anyways, that's when she walked in.
Her name was Fanny Fulbright A.K.A. Numbuh 86 of the Teens Next Door sector V and ex-head of decommissioning for the Kids Next Door. She had curly red hair and usually wore a green sweater and yellow skirt. If there was one person you did NOTwant to get on your bad side, it was Numbuh 86. She was like an Irish fire-cracker with a really short fuse.
"Don't tell me yer here playing detective again." she said in a smug tone. "I never play too... uh... Numbuh 86." That was close, I'd already learned my lesson about calling her toots a long time ago and I wasn't about to make that mistake again.
"So..." I started, trying to change the subject "did you catch last week's soccer game, I think I really KICKED it into high gear, heh heh." Now that was a good joke, am I right or am I right.
"Ugh... you should have been locked in the Arctic prison for yer jokes long ago, and yeah I saw the game, why dose that matter?" "I don't know" I shrugged "just something to talk about." Wrong answer. "Of all the stupid things you could have wasted my time with!!" she shouted in anger. I just knew she was going to punch me, or strangle me, or throw me into a garbage can, or, or..., or something! But she didn't. "Look" she said while regaining her composer, "I've gotta get back to class, not all of us have 3rd period free to do nothing but hang out with mops in a janitors closet." Those last words stung, I actually felt like she punched me in my pride. "Anyways" she said despite the hurt expression on my face, "Numbuh 1 sent me to tell ya that there is a meeting in the tree house after school. So don't be late ya stupid boy!" After she finished speaking she adjusted her skirt and left, closing the door behind her.
This had left me with so many new questions. What's this meeting about?, why is it so important?, why the hell did he have to send Numbuh 86 to tell me? But none of that mattered now. Now I needed to get back to answering the real question at hand. What the hell's the answer to that damn riddle?