This is my first attempt at KND fanfiction. Please bear with me!

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Codename: Kids Next Door- Operation: A.M.B.E.R.

Actually
Mentally
Brainwashed
Enemies possibly
Reclaimed

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Prologue: Follow Your Dreams

Nigel Uno's Dreamworld

Around 3 am

"You won't get away with this, Mr.Wigglestein! Surrender, before we fire our big pointy thingies at you!"

"My name...is Father," Father said. "And I'm sure that you will see that there is no harm in what I am doing."

Father was standing in front of a weird looking machine. A bunch of people were congregated in front of him. Several were adults. But most were kids. Angry kids. Kids in armor.

The Kids Next Door.

"Now, friends," Father continued, "I am about to demonstrate a machine that will change your life-for the better. I am demonstrating a way to create- THE PERFECT CHILD!!"

Cheers came from the adults, but the KND were unmoved. One small agent stepped forward. She was dark-skinned and had wild hair barely visible underneath her helmet, marked '11'.

"We know what you are really doing, Fatherbutt! You plan to brainwipe innocent children into doing your bidding! And we're going to stop you!"

"Shut up, Numbuh 11," another agent said. "You'll just aggravate him."

Father ignored the conversation. "Anyway-these children, once transformed, will be the dream of every parent! They will obey all orders. They will not fall to relentless pop culture. And- they will never break curfews!"

Cheers once again escalated. "And now, the moment everyone has been waiting for!" Father moved away to reveal a table. Strapped to the table were several kids- or babies, more accurately. The oldest looked barely old enough to read (or be in the KND), and the youngest was at least six months old. They were all wailing their heads off.

Father moved toward the machine. He pushed a few buttons, flicked a few switches, and made a loud BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP noise. The machine charged, and strange conelike devices surrounded the children.

"Daddy, what's going on?" the oldest said. He had a look of total fear in his eyes. "I'm scared!" He began to cry.

"Don't worry, son," Father said, with completely and obviously fake sweetness. "Everything will be okay."

"ATTACK!" an operative shouted. The KND swarmed the machine, trying vainly to disconnect it. But it was no use. Amid loud screams and wails, blue light surrounded the kids in the tubes. There was one final scream...and then quiet. The KND watched in horror as the cones lifted.

The children walked-or crawled-over to Father. They didn't look any different, except for the fact that their eyes...were a different color.

"Now," Father said, "Attack, my new perfect ones."

"Yes, Father..."

The last thing that happened was a shot of the machine. Before she was swarmed, Numbuh 11 was able to see the evil cones.

And the cords on two of them-the cords that connected the cones to the machine- were frayed.

"Guys!" 11 shouted. "I think we can-"

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"Gyaa!" Numbuh 1 shouted as he woke up, sweating. He looked around his room. No crazy machines. No Father.

"Man, that was weird," he said. "I wonder what that dream means." Suddenly, an alarm sounded. "Why do the evil villans always attack at 4 in the morning?" Numbuh 4 said, sounding annoyed. Hearing this, Numbuh 1 instantly forgot the dream. He leaped up.

"Kids Next Door- BATTLE STATIONS!"

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So? Good? Bad? Cheesy? Heh. Bye!