Ok, let me start off by saying that I don't KND. Wish I did, but I don't. Now, second of all, I would like to explain what I am trying to do here. When I hear people call Numbuh 4 "the dumb one" I get a little frustrated. I am trying to write this 2 part story as a way to explain his true genius. I have never written anything like this, so bear with me while I work on it ok. Now on with the show.
But I Am A Genius
Part 1
By OmegaRed9
The air was stale and grey. The environment seemed to scream boredom, and it was not much different in the KND tree house. With the drizzle coming down outside all of the operatives were confined to the arbor dwelling. The rain and lack of adult activity allowed all of the weary operatives a moment of rest. Unfortunately they had a lot of homework to do since they have been going on a lot of missions lately. They didn't have time to do it in the previous days and had a large amount due. All of the pre-pubescent agents were lying in different corners of the briefing room working on different subjects.
Numbuh 1 was working on his literature homework. Being a Brit and an articulate speaker, he chose a fellow British poet to write a report on. He felt that he had a lot in common with William Blake, and he looked up to him, sometimes reading his poetry for inspiration when he needed it. The constant battle that he fought between an innumerable yet unorganized mass and a disassociated hierarchy often hit a chord with him. He often found himself writing poetry very similar to Blake's, not that he would EVER admit to that. He was too much of a loner to ever get close enough to someone to ever actually show them his personal feelings.
Much of his poetry revolved around his anger with, not only adults, but the lack of control that the KND global command had over its forces. A well tuned machine such as his team should have no trouble receiving orders from above, yet it always seemed that the higher-ups would just hand over crucial information to people who didn't need it, like Lizzie, or give it far too late. It was always frustrating for Numbuh 1 when he got blamed for a communication problem on their end. The only thing he could do though is just grin and bare it. That and write a poem about it in his quickly growing notebook.
Numbuh 2 was working on a huge science project. Not huge size-wise, but huge in the sense that a large portion of his grade would be depending on his ability to pass with flying colors. He was trying not to use his knowledge of 2x4 technologies to prove that one could travel faster than light. He knew he could do it with his abilities as a 2x4 engineer, but he was not allowed to apply those skills outside the KND. The fear that the tech would fall into adult hands was always a worry, and for that reason he was having a bit of trouble with proving his theories.
He was the self-proclaimed genius of the team and it was his responsibility to maintain that title. If he could not defend himself in the here and now, he would be the laughing stock of the fourth grade (that is the grade they are in right?). Numbuh 2 didn't want to admit it, but he secretly chuckles at how hard everyone else has to work at doing work that he would consider less than mediocre for himself. He knew that sort of made him a total douche, but he couldn't help it. He was never good at anything else, so he always figured that if this is the only thing he is good at, why not be the best? And that is the only thing he accepts from himself. Unfortunately for him he now has an incredible fear of failure, and he is now inching closer and closer to having a nervous breakdown. He just hopes that his younger brother Tommy never surpasses his skills.
The next corner contains a less than jubilant Numbuh 3. She is normally the one who can't seem to control a serious ADD problem, but it seems as if she has actually managed to control it for now. Upon closer inspection it is obvious why. The homework assignment that she is working on is for her lit class, and she is reading A Rainbow Monkey Production of Hamlet. Shocking that such a childish image as a Rainbow Monkey could be used to act out a play where all the characters but one dies at the end. She actually seems to concentrating on it with all of her brain capacity. I wonder if they have a Rainbow Monkey version of Catcher in the Rye or Heart of Darkness. That would be an interesting read.
Numbuh 3's seemingly innocent play manages to keep her occupied, but she is paying more attention to the monkeys and no attention to the actual literature itself. Oh well, what can one expect when dumbing down a classic? This is so much like Hollywood making remake after remake of classic films, only to ruin the legacy of the former in the process.
Numbuh 5 is sitting right next to 3 and seems to be working on math homework. Wait, no, she is actually listening to her music. I can hear the headphones from across the room. It is funny how she looks like she is working. Of course, she is the stealth expert of the team. I can't believe what I am seeing, 2+2 does not equal 5. I hope she plans to go over the answers before she turns that in.
Finally, we come to the subject of this little research project, the one and only Numbuh 4, the "dumb one". He seems to be writing a history report. This could be humorous. What is the title? "The History of Television".
"Hey, Numbuh 5, what do you think of this sentence. 'Television was invented by Genghis Kahn in the year 1893."
"Numbuh 5 thinks that is just great Numbuh 4, great." She said that with an awful lot of sarcasm; I bet he'll lash out at her. He is one of those Neanderthal types with a propensity for violence; there is no way that he can't hit her.
"Thanks Numbuh 5, it is a great paper. This is one of my best papers eva'. You know, if ya need me to 'elp ya with your homework, I can offer my expertise to ya."
How is it possible that many of the members on this crack team are, simply put, stupid? We are talking about a world-wide organization with satellites, space stations, moon bases, and a wide variety of technological gadgets, and they are all manned by a group of morons. How did this happen.
An explosion rips the loosely attached boards from the wall and a grimly amusing robot appeared in their place.
"Mr. Wink, what do you think we should do with these disobedient children?"
"The same thing we do with all disobedient children Mr. Fibb, crush them."
The robots tentacles extended to great lengths at great speeds with the aim of pinning the small group of kids to immobility. However, they did have the reflexes of a battle hardened team; at least they are well trained in combat. That still doesn't explain how a special forces team is so slow in the head.
Wink and Fibb continue their gloating as the KND tries unsuccessfully to strike the robot's pilots. One by one the squid-like robot knocked each operative around the tree fort as if they were rag dolls. Each member managed to get back up after taking such an incredible beating, and each operative managed to put up an impressive fight. Unfortunately their efforts were all futile. Numbuhs 1 through 5 were unable to make a dent in the robot's exterior and it looked as if they would soon take a drastic loss in their own backyard.
Then, as if on cue, Numbuh 4 stood up after taking a massive blow to his solar plexus and started his charge. He dodged each and every attack that Wink and Fibb launched at him. Maybe it was an adrenaline boost, or maybe it was the fact that Wink and Fibb were unable to control five of them at once, but the interior range of the robot's arms was finally breached allowing Numbuh 4 access to the pilots' compartment. After giving Wink and Fibb an ungodly beating, they used their escape pod to eject.
Before they left, they shouted a threat to the hero of the day. "We will get our revenge stupid one. You just wait for our return. You and your friends won't stand a chance."
The pod took off into the atmosphere and the only thing that could be seen was a trail of smoke leading off into the distance.
"Whatevah, you just go ahead and bring it on. And I'm not stupid, I'm a genius."
All of the other operatives broke out into laughter despite their numerous injuries. After a rousing laugh they began to tend to their wounds.
"But… I am a genius, really."
Numbuh 5 walked up to the small Wally and put her arm around his shoulder, "Sure thing champ, Numbuh 5 believes you." She then began to chuckle to her self as she made cracks about her teammate under her breath.
Numbuh 2 then began to explain why Wally wasn't a genius, which further enraged the young hot head. "Well, if you're such a genius, why don't you share with us what you got on your last report card? Or why don't you explain to me how Genghis Kahn, who lived centuries before television was even created, was actually the one who invented it?"
All of the operatives just turned to stare at Wally as he thought deeply about how to answer Numbuh 2's questions.
"Well… schools is stupid." Wally's statement is riddled with idiocy.
The rest of the team didn't laugh. They just lowered their heads as they slowly walked out of the room leaving behind them an air of pity. The saddest part is the look in Wally's eyes; he looks like he actually believes what he just said.
Author's Note: So what do you think so far. I'll write the final segment based on your reviews. I am still not sure how I want to complete this. I really could go either way as to how I am gonna conclude this piece. I look forward to reading all of the reviews, and yes, that includes flames.