Written by Bonesboy15 & Engineer4Ever, aka The KrossKings
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Numbuh 9-Tales
Operation: F. R. O. S. E. N.
Frigid
Response
Operation
Saving
Everyone
Naturally
"...Yes, yes I know we should've stopped him, but - but it's not our fault - What? B-b-but that's not fair! It was our mission first! We can- ...Yes, sir. Yes. Understood, sir. Thank you, sir." A bald boy sighed and hung up the telephone he was using. He then took a few steps away and fired a stream of mustard at it with the M.U.S.K.E.T. (Mustard Using Sidearm Kicks Enemy Tail) he had in his other hand.
"Ahh! My telepone!" A large rotund man with a massive green turtle shell on his back cried out in horror. His hands flew to cover his face and he fell to his knees. "No! Now how will I order takeout?"
"You could always get a cell phone," a cheerful Asian girl wearing an oversized green shirt, leggings and sneakers said as she patted the man on the shoulder.
"What?! Do I look like someone who can afford a sell pone!?" The man asked in outrage.
"Eh-he-he...Guess not..." The girl took a few wary steps away and nudged a portly boy with an aviator cap and goggles over his eyes. With his attention on her, she then swirled her finger around the side of her head and he snickered in agreement.
"What's up, Numbuh 1?" An African-American girl wearing a red ball cap asked, her arms crossed over her chest as she leaned against the remains of a large machine.
"Global Command has decided to send another team after Professor Bob, Numbuh 5." The bald child, Numbuh 1, said with resigned acceptance.
"What?" "No way!" "Come on!" Three of the four other children protested.
"Grr...I blame the penguins." One of the three grunted. He was a short boy whose eyes were concealed by his blonde bowl cut. The boy nudged the body of a kid in a Hawaiian shirt that lay on the ground. "This is a load of crud. All because of this crummy kid's problem with a little heat!"
"Try to keep cool, Numbuh 4." Numbuh 5 advised. The boy huffed while the two others snickered at her pun. She looked back at her friend and the apparent leader of the group. "So, who's HQ sending, Numbuh 1?"
"A three man cell. Numbuh 60, Numbuh 362, and Numbuh 9-Tails."
"Numbuh 362 and Numbuh 9-Tails?" The gathered kids said in awe. Those two were slowly climbing the ladder of the KND's hierarchy.
"...I don't have Numbuh 9-Tails autograph." The portly boy said.
"Now's not the time for autographs, Numbuh 2!" Numbuh 1 reprimanded, his fists balled. "Numbuh 274 is going to be breathing down our necks now for this screw up! He's going to shorten our ice cream ration for the irony's sake!"
"No!" Numbuh 2 wailed out as he fell to his knees in despair.
"Our ice cream!" The Asian girl wailed, with large streams of tears arching out of her eyes.
"Oi, knock it off, Numbuh 3!" Numbuh 4 complained as he got sobbed on.
"Don't worry Numbuh 3. Maybe we can go help them out?" Numbuh 5 tossed in with a nervous look on her face. She liked her ice cream, thank you very much!
"We can try, no we will!" Numbuh 1 said, slamming his fist into his hand. He thrust his index finger into the air. "Kids Next Door, Battle Stations!"
"Yeah!"
"Are we there yet?"
"No."
"Are we there yet?"
"No."
"Are we there yet?"
"Numbuh 9-Tails, if you ask me one more time I'm going to turn this S.C.A.M.P.E.R. (Shaddy Camper Actually Makes Perfect Emergency Rescue-mabob) around and take you back to the moon base!" An aggravated boy dressed in mountain climbing gear shouted at the mischievously grinning blonde boy seated behind him.
The blonde boy wore an orange parka and navy pants that were tucked into snow boots, a blue headband tied around his head to keep his spiky hair out of his eyes. Over the headband was a set of green goggles that looked to be made of bottle caps and plastic wrap. His smile spread his whiskered cheeks wide, and a small gleam in his blue eyes held nothing good for anyone else, particularly any adult.
"No you're not, Patton." A blonde haired girl rolled her eyes. She wore a blue battle suit underneath an orange tiger-striped sweatshirt and had a modified strainer-turned-helmet on her head, the number 362 on a plate welded to the strainer. "This operation is a top priority, super important mission. We don't have time."
"...At least let me threaten him!" Patton mumbled sourly. He turned and glared at the girl. "And on an Op, you know that we're supposed to use code numbers."
"Yeah, Numbuh 362. Use the Numbuhs."
"Oh, don't you start, Numbuh 9-Tails." Numbuh 362 glared at the blond on her left. "Or else, I'll tell your mom what you did to your garage."
The blond boy frowned at her. "Hey, you pinky swore!"
"My fingers were crossed behind my back."
"...Ah, crud."
"At least someone has him on a leash." Numbuh 60 smirked in amusement.
"Watch it Drill Boy, or I'll make you run laps." Numbuh 9-Tails scowled and he crossed his arms.
"I'm sure I can get Numbuh 274 to toss you back into training, Whisker Face." The pilot retorted as they flew along the Arctic surface.
"Hey, my whiskers are awesome and cool!"
"Is that what your mom tells you?"
"No!" "Yes she does."
"Rachel!" Numbuh 9-Tails whined at Numbuh 362 while the pilot snickered. "Don't tell him that!"
The girl shrugged. "Sorry, Naruto."
"You don't sound very sorry." Numbuh 9-Tails pouted.
"...Sweet gumballs on Halloween, he does have a kitty face." Numbuh 60 said while Numbuh 9-Tails glared at Numbuh 362. The glare was promptly ignored.
"Told you so," Numbuh 362 said smugly. She folded her arms and smirked at the pilot. "You owe me two of your misprinted Yipper cards."
"Can we just focus on the mission?" Numbuh 9-Tails asked sourly. He did not have a kitty face! No matter what his mom or sister said!
"For now. ETA in T-minus 30 seconds!" Numbuh 60 called out as several alarms started to blare. "Weapons out and turn your safety off! We have snow days to protect!"
"Don't have to tell me twice, Numbuh 60!" Numbuh 9-Tails grinned and pulled out his weapon of choice: the H.O.T.-S.C.A.M.P.P. (Heavily Overheated Toaster - Soup Can And Magnified Photon Phlaser). It was a heat-based variant of the S.C.A.M.P.P. weapon, with a toaster attached to the flashlight battery.
Numbuh 362 shook her head and began to charge up her S.P.I.C.E.R. II (Stingy Pepper Infused Cannon Enflames Retinas MK II), a variant of the Kids Next Door's commonly issued S.P.I.C.E.R. 2x4 Technology. Instead of a hairdryer, it was a bottle of hot-sauce made into a pistol-like weapon. The little intel they had said that Professor Bob's base was fortified for the cold.
"T-minus 10." Numbuh 60 declared as he gripped the gear-shift stick. He shifted the stick up and then pulled a lever. An alarm began to flash and his eyes narrowed. "Oh, what now?"
"Incoming icicles! Numbuh 60, take evasive action!" Numbuh 362 ordered as she looked up from the radar. She glanced over at her fellow blonde operative. "Numbuh 9-Tails, are you ready?"
Numbuh 9-Tails looked at his H.O.T.-S.C.A.M.P.P.'s toaster intently before there was a ding and a piece of toast popped up. Numbuh 9-Tails pulled the toast out of the slot and began to eat it. He grinned.
"Toasted to perfection, just need some butter."
"Save it for after we're done, Numbuh 9-Tails." Numbuh 362 ordered. She returned her attention back to Numbuh 60, who was narrowly avoiding the massive icicles being fired at their S.C.A.M.P.E.R. "Numbuh 60, deploy the battering ram!"
"Wait for it...Wait for it..." Numbuh 60 mumbled, his hand on the lever that would activate the ram.
"Wait any longer and we're going to wind up as smears on the wall! C'mon, hit it!" Numbuh 9-Tails cried out.
Seconds from the collision with the wall, Numbuh 60 pulled the lever. "Now!"
A latch flipped open and a pole with a metal football helmet that had a ram's head painted on either side flipped out. The helmet pierced through the wall and the S.C.A.M.P.E.R., as well as the three within, flew right into the Walrus shaped fortress of evil adult tyranny. Numbuh 60 hit another switch and retracted the ram.
"Fifteen seconds on the clock, Numbuh 9-Tails. Then the disoriented group should come back to their senses." Numbuh 60 informed the blond boy.
"Peace of cake!" Numbuh 9-Tails grinned and unbuckled his safety belt before he ran to the open door. Firing wildly into the shaken horde of Ice-Cream Delivery men, he cried out. "For snow angels, for Santa Claus, for Snowmen, and for wild and crazy snowball fights!"
With his warcry of choice, Numbuh 9-Tails disembarked the S.C.A.M.P.E.R. and started unload fiery beams of doom down on the Ice Cream Delivery grunts that worked the facility.
"Hiya!" Numbuh 362 jumped down after him and landed onto an Ice Cream man, kicking him right in the face as she snagged his ice cream gun. Soon enough, she started firing Five Alarm Salsa and Rocky Road in tandem to mow down her foes.
Numbuh 60 was the last one out and fired his weapon repeatedly and pulled out an ice axe. He ran at one of the Ice Cream men and slipped under him, his ice axe snagging his belt and pulled down the guy's pants.
"Ah!" the grunt cried out and started to trip and fall, firing his weapon and hitting a dozen of his own comrades before falling down.
Numbuh 9-Tails kneed a crummy adult in the gut and pulled him into a chokehold.
"Where's the Professor?!" he demanded. The adult gave him a raspberry and Numbuh 9-Tails retaliated with a very wet willy. The adult man let out a shrill scream and Numbuh 9-Tails tried again. "It can get worse! Where's Bob?!"
"I'll never talk! We have you out numbered!"
Numbuh 9-Tails raised a brow and looked up. A smirk spread across his face while the Ice Cream Delivery man struggled. "Yeah, I don't think so."
"What do you mean-No way!" the minimum waged adult cried out in shock. All of his fellow Delivery men were down. All five dozen of them.
Numbuh 362 was dusting her hands off with a confident smile on her face. "And that's that."
"For the grunts," Numbuh 60 sharply reminded his superior as he bound another adult's hands behind their back. Numbuh 362 rolled her eyes and prepared her S.P.I.C.E.R. II.
"I know, Numbuh 60."
"So…" Numbuh 9-Tails grinned a little toothily at the minion. "You were saying?"
The adult caved in a heartbeat. In his own words, he wasn't paid enough to keep quiet.
Professor Bob worked his evil weather controlling device, adjusting a knob and flipping a switch as he cackled madly.
"Yes, yes!" The mad scientist giggled to himself. "Soon, there will be no more snow days! And then my perfect Hawaiian vacation can begin! And nothing can stop me! Nothing!"
That was when the door to the control room exploded. Three kids emerged from the smoke, a blonde girl flanked by two boys, one with black hair and the other with blond. All of them were armed with crudely constructed weapons. All three operatives had their aim locked onto the shocked man..
"No so fast, Professor Bob!" Numbuh 362 declared as she, Numbuh 60 and Numbuh 9-Tails "The Kids Next Door will never let you put an end to our snow days. Now, step away from the weather machine and put your hands in the air, or we will shoot!"
"Please don't listen to her, I didn't get to roast enough adult underwear today." Numbuh 9-tails encouraged with a grin.
"No, no!" The professor whined and stomped his feet. Numbuh 9-Tails and Numbuh 60 shared a look of amusement as the adult threw a fit. This was the best part of being a KND operative. "I almost had it! I was so close! Curse you, Kids Next Door! Curse you and the blasted cold temperature!"
"Sorry, but when you mess with our snow days, this was bound to happen." Numbuh 362 looked at Numbuh 60 and nodded in the professor's direction. "Cuff him Numbuh 60."
"Roger that." the mountainaire dressed operative said, moving towards toe mad professor and pulled out a pair of handcuffs made of zip ties and tinfoil. Just as the cuffs were to be put on, the roof exploded and debris rained down on those within.
"It's over, Professor Bob!" A young English voice cried out before laser fire rained down into the control chamber.
"Hey!" "Aw, watch it!" "My beanie!" "My Laboratory!"
As the smoke dispersed, the three man cell from Moonbase were scuffed up and disoriented. Numbuh 60 was knocked away by Professor Bob just as the team from earlier landed around Numbuh 9-Tails and Numbuh 362. Seeing who they hit and what was going on, Numbuh 5 turned to the bewildered Numbuh 1.
"Uh, Numbuh 1? Numbuh 5 thinks we messed up."
"Fools!" Professor Bob cried out as he rested against a lever. "I was almost caught but now you've brought your own doom upon yourself!"
"Fr-" Numbuh 9-Tails coughed into his arm and lifted his H.O.T.-S.C.A.M.P.P. up. "Freeze!"
"It's not I who will freeze! Kids Next Door, I think it's time for you brats to chill out!"
The madman cackled as he pulled the lever, freezing rays coming out of the walls and started to fire icy blue beams.
"Scatter!" Numbuh 1 cried out as he and the members of Sector V started to run around screaming with their hands in the air.
"Hehe, get it, chill out? Man, this guy is goo-" Numbuh 2 was frozen before he could finish his compliment.
"Numbuh 2!" Numbuh 1 cried out. He turned to the others. "Kids Next Door, battle stat-!"
His battle cry was cut off as one of the beams struck him.
"Numbuh 1!" Numbuh 4 called in concern. He lifted up his standard S.P.I.C.E.R. and took aim at the freeze rays. "You dirty-Hey!"
"Get down and out of the way, you fool!" Numbuh 60 scolded him as he pulled the blond boy back to avoid being hit by a stray ice beam. He dragged the boy over to a frozen Numbuh 3 and a partially frozen Numbuh 5. "You guys are the worst! We had everything under control! Then you had to come in and muck it all up! Just stay here and stay do-!"
Numbuh 362 and Numbuh 9-Tails were jumping and flipping, avoiding the freeze rays as they fired their respective weapons to take down the Freeze-rays.
"There's too many!" Numbuh 362 gritted her teeth as she duck from a beam and was back to back with Numbuh 9-Tails.
"Come on, this makes Mom's training look like a cake walk!" Numbuh 9-Tails laughed merrily as he pulled them out of the way of another beam.
"Not all of us have crazy ninja mothers!"
"She's not crazy! She's insane!"
"That means the same thing!"
Professor Bob raised an eyebrow at the sight. "Would you two like a moment?"
"Shut up!" The two blonds shouted at him as they faced the adult, only to be frozen by a stray beam because of the distraction.
"Ha! Works every time." the professor giggled evilly. He looked at the remaining KND operatives and smirked. "Now, will you go quietly, or will things have to get...colder?"
"...I blame you for this." Numbuh 4 grumbled to Numbuh 5 as he slowly lifted his hands up. She retorted with a swift elbow in his side.
"How? How do you screw up this badly twice in one day!" Numbuh 60 bellowed at the members of Sector V. All of the operatives were in the brig after being unfrozen, Numbuh 60 was in a cell with Numbuh 362 and Numbuh 9-Tails across from Numbuhs 1-5. "First, you guys get duped into helping a defector get a perfect snow cone, totally ignoring your original mission!"
"Well, to be fair-" Numbuh 1 started off, but only to be cut off by the drill sergeant.
"Then, after we come in to clean up your mess so well that you can practically eat off of it, you barge onto a mission you were ordered to stay away from! And if that wasn't enough, now Professor Bob is going to let us watch the end of all snow days, isn't that lovely?!" Numbuh 60 pointed a strong finger at the leader of Sector V, "If I could, I'd have your whole team running laps around the Arctic base, naked!"
"Numbuh 60, that's enough." Numbuh 362 sighed out, running a hand through her hair and looked the team across from her. "Numbuh 1 and his team were just trying to help. Sure it failed, epically-"
"Thank you, Rachel," Numbuh 1 said sarcastically.
"But they tried. However," Numbuh 362 continued sternly as she gave the bald leader a look, "If you wanted to help, you could have called and spoke with us, Numbuh 1! You have to stop being so reckless."
"Come on guys, we still got this." Numbuh 9-Tails waved off the concern with a grin from where he laid on the top ice cube bunk bed. "The damage Sector V did with their entrance made it so that Professor Bob has to fix his lab to use the machine. So, now we got some extra time!"
"Hey, Numbuh 9-Tails, can I get your-"
"Numbuh 2, not now!" Numbuhs 1 and 5 scolded him.
"Okay, geez, sor-ry." Numbuh 2 mumbled with a pout on his face.
The leader of Sector V nodded towards Numbuh 9-Tails. "You're welcome."
"We wouldn't need time if they didn't show up in the first place." Numbuh 60 grunted.
"You're just upset the Professor took your ice axe," Numbuh 9-Tails said with a smirk.
"Hey, it's part of my image! I feel naked without it."
"Ew!" The other KND operatives stuck their tongues out or made faces of disgust.
"Enough!" Numbuh 362 stood up and took charge. "We need to escape yesterday! All the world's kids' snow days are at risk with this crazy guy's plan!"
Numbuh 9-Tails let a grin spread across his lips. "I just might have an idea for that."
"Oh yeah? And what's that?" Numbuh 4 asked rudely, a scowl on his face.
"He didn't confiscate our stuff from us, just our weapons." Numbuh 9-Tails chuckled. "Always a small time villains' biggest mistake."
Numbuh 9-Tails lifted his right boot onto his knee and then pulled the heel back, which revealed a lockpick kit. He opened the small packet and pulled out a bobby pin and a solid tumbler turner.
"Where'd you get that?" Numbuh 1 asked.
"Got it for my birthday last year." Numbuh 9-tails said with a small grimace. He only had two years left as a KND operative before he got wiped. Shaking the thoughts off as he fiddled with the lock, he grinned and made a final turn before the lock clicked open. "I knew Mom's 'better to have it and not need it, than need it and not have it' speech meant this."
"...Thank you, Kushina, for making your son to be as paranoid as you." Numbuh 362 praised as she looked up at the ceiling.
"Hey," Numbuh 9-Tails protested. "I'm not paranoid!"
"Your mom is, though."
Numbuh 9-Tails didn't even try to deny it.
"Finished!" Professor Bob stepped away from his finished repairs and set his duct tape roll on the table beside him. He wrung his hands together and he cackled. "Okay, second time's the charm! Soon, there'll be no more snow days for those rotten snot nosed kids, and I'll be drinking soda on the beaches of New York!"
"Not so fast, Professor Snob!" A familiar female voice drew the adult's attention.
"Oh, what now?!" Professor Bob turned around, and the irate look on his face turned into a look of shock. The Moonbase team and Sector V all had their weapons aimed at him. "What? No! Impossible!"
"Sorry, but the weatherman said there's going to be eighty-teen inches of snow tomorrow!" Numbuh 4 decreed as he aimed his S.P.I.C.E.R. at the crazy adult.
"What?" The professor looked to the weather channel playing on his left screen. He looked back at the blond boy dryly. "No it doesn't."
"It will once we take control of this facility!" Numbuh 362 declared. She gestured to the side with her S.P.I.C.E.R. II. "Now, back away slowly."
The professor looked at the ceiling hopefully.
"I'd do what he says. There's no other idiots coming to save you this time." Numbuh 60 huffed as he pointed his ice axe at the adult.
"Hey!" Sector V cried out in outrage. Professor Bob could only look between them and his machine. His hand was on the 'On' switch. He flipped the switch.
"Aha! I win, you lose, I win, you lose!" He mocked the children as he performed a happy dance. "You're too late, Kids Next Door!"
Sadly for the mad professor, nothing had happened once he flipped the switch. A moment later and he realized it, frozen mid-dance to stare dumbly at his machine. A second later and he was back at the controls, twisting knobs, pushing buttons and flipping switches furiously.
"What's going on? Why isn't it going? Why won't it work?! Work! I command you to work!" Professor Bob began to smack and kick the console. "Work, darn you!"
"We unplugged you." Numbuh 5 grinned and rested her S.C.A.M.P.P. on her shoulder while she leaned on Numbuh 2. She pointed over at Numbuh 9-Tails, who was innocently whistling and spinning a power chord in his hand. Numbuh 5 smiled apologetically at the shocked man while the other operatives began to snicker. "Sorry bout that... Heh, not!"
"No." The professor slumped to his knees, his eyes wide behind his glasses while Numbuh 60 walked up to him and slapped the cuffs on him. "No... All my life's work...ruined…"
"Yep, sucks for you. But don't worry. We got a nice comfy cell for you at the Arctic base, Professor Bob. You'll fit right in with all the other degenerate adults." Numbuh 60 grinned. "And maybe if you're good, we'll put you in a window room, so you can watch the snow fall."
Professor Bob let out a horrified and anguished scream as he was escorted back to the S.C.A.M.P.E.R.
Numbuh 9-Tails whistled as he walked on over and plugged the machine back into the outlet and grinned. He turned back to the other KND operatives and clapped his hands together. "So... What's the lucky first town to get a snowday?"
"And that's everything that happened, Numbuh 274, sir!" Numbuh 362 saluted to the Kids Next Door's Supreme Leader at the Moonbase. Her teammates followed her example until Numbuh 274 motioned for them to be at ease.
"Good job Numbuhs 60, 362, and 9-Tails." He smiled at some of his top operatives, but his face turned sour as he looked at Sector V. "And now, for you guys." He rubbed his face. "Numbuh 1, do you know how badly you messed up today?"
"But we helped catch-!" Numbuh 4 began, only for Numbuh 5 to quickly muffle his words thanks to her hand clapping over his mouth.
"That's not the point," Numbuh 274 said. He shook his head in disapproval. "Not only did you get your target wrong in the first place-"
"But Numbuh 30-C tricked us!" Numbuh 2 told the Supreme Leader.
"Yes, Numbuh 86 is already decommissioning him as we speak," Numbuh 274 said tersely. "But still, if you had read the operation dossier you would've seen that it clearly states the target was Professor Bob. Not Professor Triple Extra-Large."
The majority of Sector V had the decency to look sheepish. Numbuhs 2 and 4 rubbing their necks while looking away as they muttered weak excuses. Numbuh 3's bottom lip warbled pitifully while Numbuh 5 rubbed her arm. Numbuh 1 remained stone-faced and sure, though inwardly he was bemoaning the coming punishment.
"I hate to do this, but Sector V's ice cream ration is barred. For a week."
"A whole week!" Numbuh 5 cried out. The rest of her sector began to complain as well to this injustice, but Numbuh 274 crossed his arms.
"Oh, so would two weeks be better?" He asked. The four rowdy members of Sector V became as stony as their leader. Numbuh 274 nodded firmly. "That's what I thought. Sector V, you're dismissed!"
The five suburban kids each snapped him a half-hearted salute and slinked out of the office in defeat.
"Sorry about that guys." Numbuh 274 told the three man cell. He had an apologetic smile on his face. "Their hearts were in the right place, but you know…"
"Yeah, we know, Chad." Numbuh 9-Tails nodded, only to get nudged in the side by Numbuh 362.
"Show some respect, you dunce." She mumbled.
"But, Rachel, he's cool with it!" The blonde boy whined. He got another, harsher nudge from Numbuh 362. "Ow!"
The Supreme Leader chuckled and waved off the byplay. "He's right, Rachel. I don't mind, honest."
"Still-!"
"Am I dismissed sir?" Numbuh 60 asked curiously. "I got a prisoner to check in at Arctic base and a new batch of recruits coming in."
Numbuh 274 nodded. "Of course, Numbuh 60, thanks for coming in on such short notice."
The mountainaire dressed operative snapped a salute. "Anything for the Kids Next Door, sir!"
"Dismissed then, soldier."
With a nod to his friends, Numbuh 60 departed from the room.
"You still owe me those Yipper misprints, Patton!" Numbuh 362 called out. The boy froze mid-step and clapped a hand over his face. His shoulders slumped in defeat.
"Aw, dang it. Yeah, I'll get 'em for you, Rachel."
"Half the kids on this base want a crack at those misprints, Rachel," Numbuh 274 said with surprise written on his face. "How'd you get them?"
"I gamble to win, sir. That's all." Rachel preened as she folded her arms behind her back while she smirked at Naruto.
Naruto squinted his eyes are her and said, "You owe me one of those."
"Ha! You wish, Naruto."
"I'm half the reason you won them in the first place!"
"Nah-uh!"
"Yeah-huh!"
"Nah-uh!"
"I'll tell your dad it was you that broke the mirror off of his car, not Harvey!"
"If you do that, I'll tell your mom that you were the one who made that mess in your garage and not Kurama!"
"You used that once already, get a new one!" Naruto growled as he and Rachel butted heads.
"I've got a whole list, you've got one thing on me, do you really want to go there, Uzumaki?" Rachel asked in turn.
"Ahem…" Chad cleared his throat and earned their attention. "Would you two like a moment?"
"No." They both answered. They took a second glance at their proximity to each other and then stepped away firmly. A good arm's length away from each other.
"Maybe you guys should head home, it's almost dinner time." The Supreme Leader said before his phone went off. He looked at the caller and grimaced. "Sorry guys, I've gotta take this." He flipped it open. "Hi Mom. Yeah, I know I've got Glee Club in ten minutes, I'll be there. I promise! Yes, yes, I'll pick up some milk, too. Okay, listen I've really gotta go, Mom. Yeah, I love you too, bye Mom." He hung up the phone and turned around. Chad blanched when he saw that his subordinates could barely hold back their snickers. "Alright, you're both dismissed."
"Last one to the pod is a rotten egg!" Naruto declared and raced out of the office.
"Hey, no fair!" Rachel shouted as she quickly gave chase.
Chad watched them run off and headed to his personal rocket bay to return to his never ending torture-er, Glee Club.
Bonesboy15: Whoo! That was a hoot!
Engineer4Ever: So, you like this little brain baby of ours? And it's all thanks to the youtube vid "107 Facts You Should Know About Codename: Kids Next Door."
Bonesboy15: At the end of a video is a link to the Greenlight Galactic KND petition. That April Fool's video wasn't just a video, folks, that was a one-hundred percent authentic bid to the fans of KND to bring the series back!
Engineer4Ever: We want to see more space battles and what Numbuh 4 has to say to Toiletnator!
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