It was a cold winter's day when it all started. All robot monkeys lazed on the couch, tired after a long day of fighting evil doers. The only one up and active was Chiro, he was cooking the food.

"C'mon guys! Food's done!" he called from the kitchen. Everyone trundled happily into the kitchen…except Nova. Nova trudged behind everyone else, feet dragging, eyes drooping.

"Nova, you k?" Otto asked, scarfing down a gigantic fork-full of macaroni.

"I-I'll be f-fi-" Nova's cheeks turned a pale shade of green mid-sentence.

"Nova? Are you okay? Answer me!" Chiro said, seriously. Nova moaned, then slightly looked up.

"D-D-Dizzy…" She stuttered, just before running of toward the bathroom. "What's wrong with Nova?" Chiro now asked Gibson and Antauri at once.

"I'm not completely sure, but I'm nearly positive that she either has food-poisoning or she is nervous about something." Gibson said.

"EEWW!" Otto cringed in his seat as the team heard Nova being sick again in the other room. "When I hear her throwin'-up, it makes me wanna be sick!"

"Me too." Chiro said, sticking his tongue out. "But Nova's the only one who has food-poisoning or nerves, so we can't get sick until she's better, which should be in a couple of hours or so." Nova was heard being sick again. "Gibson or Antauri, one of you check on Nova."

Antauri, knowing that Gibson was deep in his studies at that moment, walked out of the kitchen and into the bathroom with Nova. The rest of the team only heard Nova get sick only once more, then saw Antauri walk across the hall with his arm wrapped around Nova. Poor Nova was leaning on Antauri's shoulder, shivering and looking rather tired and sickly. Chiro walked over to where they were standing.

"No Chiro." Antauri warned. "Stay away. Nova has a contagious illness. I am not positive on what it is yet, I will need Gibson's help with that. He is more scientific in that matter, and he is the only one of us that has medical supplies. Come with me." Nova's face turned that funny shade of green as she moaned again and looked up at Antauri. "NOW." Gibson came with the medical supplies as instructed…and a bucket. About an hour later, Gibson emerged from the other room.

"Bad news." He announced. "Nova doesn't have food-poisoning, or an over active nervous system. Nova has come down with a case of the Flu. None of us can catch it, though. We have all had mild cases of the Flu this year, so we are immune. Nova hasn't caught it until now, and now she has a very severe case. We all must help take care of her, working in shifts will probably work best. Antauri is taking his shift first. We will make a chart to keep track of who's turn it is until Nova is feeling better again."

"I'll take the second turn." Chiro volunteered. Just then, the alarm went off. "MONKEYS,MOBILIZE!" Chiro screeched.

"Oh, fizzle sticks with melted butter. We have no one to drive Foot Crusher Cruiser Six! Nova's sick, we can't make her do it!"

All of a sudden, Antauri waltzed out of the other room.

"Chiro, stay with Nova. The threat seems small, so I will see what it is." He said. Chiro walked over and moved Nova onto the couch to lie down as Antauri walked to the door.

He opened it to reveal a robot monkey, a bit taller than himself, running into the Super Robot continuously. Her eyes were light purple, and her face and body were sky blue.

"Hault." Antauri said calmly. "You are disturbing an ill one. What is your name?" The sky blue monkey hesitated to answer at first,then...

"MAH NAME BE MIZU!" she cried.