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Operation: C.H.R.I.S.T.M.A.S.
Christmas Had Reached Important Status To Make All Sad
The clock tower in the middle of the town rang ten times. Every child is sleeping, waiting for Father Christmas' presents except the Kids Next Door. "Looks like no sleeping tonight," Numbuh One said. His fellow team members groaned. "Oh Numbuh One, we've been working for three days already. Can't we just sleep for a night and continue on the next morning?" Numbuh Five growled. "Abby, you know that the Delightful Dorks attack every Christmas! You don't think they will just so sweetly ignore our treehouse, right? Anyway, we're almost finished." Numbuh Three sighed. True, Numbuh One was right, but her ideal Christmas was having turkey, sleeping in bed or having parties. Not just fixing the Defense Ray or inventing weapons. She yawned and continued working.
Next morning, Numbuh Four hid his ears in a pillow, trying to ignore the thundering noise outside which sound like someone saying, "Numbuh Four, are you going to wake up or do I need to break the door?" Numbuh Four grinned. He knew Numbuh One had been busy setting traps around their rooms so that nobody except the owner can open the door. He buried himself deeper in the pillows, hoping Numbuh One would finally stop. But Numbuh Four soon gave up. He walked out of his room, and Numbuh One shouted, "NumbuhFouryouheardmeIsaidKidsNextDoorbacktostation!"
The Delightful Children have got themselves some kind of Santa Machine. "Kids Next Door, I give you the S.A.N.T.A. C.L.A.U.S.E. (Sly And Noxious, Terrible Angry Crusher Loves Attacking Ultimate Spirits Extreme)!" the five children said. S.A.N.T.A. C.L.A.U.S.E. began to fire Christmas bubbles at all directions. Numbuh One launched the S.P.L.A.N.K.E.R. (Solid Pine Loaded Artillery Nicely Kicks Enemy Rear) and hit back the bubble. Numbuh Three hurled a teddy towards the Delightful Children, but unfortunately, missed. S.A.N.T.A. C.L.A.U.S.E. shot a Christmas Tree Drill at Numbuh Two, Four and Five, crushing the floor and cutting the whole corridor in two halves. Numbuh Three stumbled and fell through the crack, merely holding Numbuh One's foot, dragging him nearly in the crack too. The Delightful Children from Down the Lane laughed. "Well, Kids Next Door, seems like we won."
Just then, a plane flew from the sky and tearing the whole S.A.N.T.A. C.L.A.U.S.E., only missing the treehouse by a few inches. Numbuh One grinned, "Well, that's a succeed too, er- right?" "Numbuh One, I'm not too impressed that you force us to work for a long period." Numbuh Three declared, but soon changed into laughter. "It's my turn to decide what to do in Christmas next year. How about watching Rainbow Monkey Movies? I want to watch the new 'Rainbow Monkeys Christmas Party'! And how about this one? Or that one?"
And they lived noisily ever after End Transmission
Operation: C.H.R.I.S.T.M.A.S.
Christmas Had Reached Important Status To Make All Sad
The clock tower in the middle of the town rang ten times. Every child is sleeping, waiting for Father Christmas' presents except the Kids Next Door. "Looks like no sleeping tonight," Numbuh One said. His fellow team members groaned. "Oh Numbuh One, we've been working for three days already. Can't we just sleep for a night and continue on the next morning?" Numbuh Five growled. "Abby, you know that the Delightful Dorks attack every Christmas! You don't think they will just so sweetly ignore our treehouse, right? Anyway, we're almost finished." Numbuh Three sighed. True, Numbuh One was right, but her ideal Christmas was having turkey, sleeping in bed or having parties. Not just fixing the Defense Ray or inventing weapons. She yawned and continued working.
Next morning, Numbuh Four hid his ears in a pillow, trying to ignore the thundering noise outside which sound like someone saying, "Numbuh Four, are you going to wake up or do I need to break the door?" Numbuh Four grinned. He knew Numbuh One had been busy setting traps around their rooms so that nobody except the owner can open the door. He buried himself deeper in the pillows, hoping Numbuh One would finally stop. But Numbuh Four soon gave up. He walked out of his room, and Numbuh One shouted, "NumbuhFouryouheardmeIsaidKidsNextDoorbacktostation!"
The Delightful Children have got themselves some kind of Santa Machine. "Kids Next Door, I give you the S.A.N.T.A. C.L.A.U.S.E. (Sly And Noxious, Terrible Angry Crusher Loves Attacking Ultimate Spirits Extreme)!" the five children said. S.A.N.T.A. C.L.A.U.S.E. began to fire Christmas bubbles at all directions. Numbuh One launched the S.P.L.A.N.K.E.R. (Solid Pine Loaded Artillery Nicely Kicks Enemy Rear) and hit back the bubble. Numbuh Three hurled a teddy towards the Delightful Children, but unfortunately, missed. S.A.N.T.A. C.L.A.U.S.E. shot a Christmas Tree Drill at Numbuh Two, Four and Five, crushing the floor and cutting the whole corridor in two halves. Numbuh Three stumbled and fell through the crack, merely holding Numbuh One's foot, dragging him nearly in the crack too. The Delightful Children from Down the Lane laughed. "Well, Kids Next Door, seems like we won."
Just then, a plane flew from the sky and tearing the whole S.A.N.T.A. C.L.A.U.S.E., only missing the treehouse by a few inches. Numbuh One grinned, "Well, that's a succeed too, er- right?" "Numbuh One, I'm not too impressed that you force us to work for a long period." Numbuh Three declared, but soon changed into laughter. "It's my turn to decide what to do in Christmas next year. How about watching Rainbow Monkey Movies? I want to watch the new 'Rainbow Monkeys Christmas Party'! And how about this one? Or that one?"
And they lived noisily ever after End Transmission