The kids next door walked toward the sandy wasteland. Staring around they
saw nothing but desert.
"Well," Piped up Numbuh 2 from the background, "this is a complete waste of time. I say we go home."
"No," said Numbuh one, "We got a tip from the headquarters that the delightful children from down the lane were going to launch their latest plot from here."
They took another glance around the dead Egyptian desert; the only thing moving was a small and frail old man walking near them.
"Numbuh Five says we hang out for a while more and then head home," Numbuh Five suggested.
She was going to open her mouth and say something else but the old man cut her off.
"Princess Abby," he asked, squinting up hi eyes so he could see her better.
"Princess," Numbuh Five asked, "Numbuh Five ain't no princess."
"Of course you are," the man continued, "I may be old but I recognize my princess when I see her."
"I'm confused," Numbuh Three, asked, "Is she a princess or Numbuh Five."
"She might be both, or neither," Numbuh One said. Turning toward the old man he asked, "what do you know about this princess?"
"Plenty," the man responded, "but in order to tell you we must be on holy ground."
"Fine," Numbuh Five said, "Numbuh Five just wants to know what's going on."
They began to walk toward a temple in the distance. The Temple they believed was Numbuh Five's home.
"Well," Piped up Numbuh 2 from the background, "this is a complete waste of time. I say we go home."
"No," said Numbuh one, "We got a tip from the headquarters that the delightful children from down the lane were going to launch their latest plot from here."
They took another glance around the dead Egyptian desert; the only thing moving was a small and frail old man walking near them.
"Numbuh Five says we hang out for a while more and then head home," Numbuh Five suggested.
She was going to open her mouth and say something else but the old man cut her off.
"Princess Abby," he asked, squinting up hi eyes so he could see her better.
"Princess," Numbuh Five asked, "Numbuh Five ain't no princess."
"Of course you are," the man continued, "I may be old but I recognize my princess when I see her."
"I'm confused," Numbuh Three, asked, "Is she a princess or Numbuh Five."
"She might be both, or neither," Numbuh One said. Turning toward the old man he asked, "what do you know about this princess?"
"Plenty," the man responded, "but in order to tell you we must be on holy ground."
"Fine," Numbuh Five said, "Numbuh Five just wants to know what's going on."
They began to walk toward a temple in the distance. The Temple they believed was Numbuh Five's home.