I know that Numbuh 5 speaks in third person, but it's easier this way.

I gaze out into the universe; so remote and glorious, it's an honor to be able to experience it. Somewhere in the depths of space is GKND Cyndihkitbase, Numbuh 1 positively trying to demolish his vacation days. The cherry sphere that is Mars sits suspended in the oblivion, a large indentation visible even from here screaming at me. TND Marsbase is nestled down there. What's going on over there? A party, probably. Maybe Maurice is trying to down every pop available at once. Patton is certainly flicking through Moonbase security, probably searching for Fanny or Rachel. I am almost positive there is an intense game of dance off somewhere in the chaos.

Stop it. My sights avert to the mountain of paperwork, so tall it threatens to topple over on me. A day in the life of a Supreme Leader, I guess.

My hand cramps, and I feel dizzy from staying still far too long. The next document is due on Thursday. I have plently of time.

My footfalls echo throughout the nearly vacant base. I pass by a cluster of offices, their owners still trapped inside. Numbuh 86 is most likely drowning herself in papers simply to distract, an entire commitee probably assembled to piece together the next juicy edition of Moonbase Mythical. I continue on, my shoulders so hunched I bet I look like some Neandrethal.

I arrive in the ports, mounting my trusty S.C.A.M.P.E.R. I soar through the black to the brash splat of color. My transportation beeps as it directs me to home, but I disregard it. It continues insistently, but I grit my teeth in concentration.

I park in the little nook I've created behind the miniscule forest of shrubs. I jump out, the trees swaying in the night breeze. I ease myself inside, any resistance quickly cleared. I pad through, collapsing on the sofa I have grown to love. Fatigue wins easily, and I am plunged into sleep.

I awake to somebody shaking my shoulders. My lids are too heavy to open, so I leave them be. Something collides with my skull.

I sit up, the sudden addition of light burning my eyes a bit.

"Get up already, you're in my spot," Numbuh 4 grumbles with a bowl of Munchies in his hand.

I slip off, and he plops down. I shake my head. I work my way to the kitchen, my usual bowl already filled to the absolute brim with cereal. I smile, a small Rainbow Monkey sticky note pasted on the table beside.

Morning Numbuh 5!

I'd join you for breakfast, but Numbuh 2 kept laughing at the corny jokes in his Rainbow Monkey China Time fortune.

Typical. I pocket the note I had read in Numbuh 3's giggles. I shovel the food down my throat, and I set out for the day. In the morning cool I race for my S.C.A.M.P.E.R., the day's agenda erecting in my head. I throw myself in, pushing the trademark sunglasses onto its designated perch on my hat. Another note is taped to the wheel.

Numbuh 5-

If your seat is a little sticky, don't freak. Numbuh 3 kicked me out of the kitchen so I ate in here.

Don't worry, I reread this and erased what will land me in the Moonbase hospital wing.

P.S. don't sleep on the couch anymore. Numbuh 4 has started sitting in the spot where your head usually is, and he farts alot.

A lot.

I roll my eyes as it's tucked into my pocket and beside Numbuh 3's complaints. A day in the life of a friend, I guess.