Author's Note: Well, here we are. Finally. This is the way Codename: Kids Next Door, in my opinion, should have ended. Read. Enjoy. Review.
Disclaimer: I do not own C:KND.
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Kids Next Door Mission
Operation: LEADUH
Lacking
Eventual
Ability
Due
Under
Home-job
Prologue
So, it was pretty much a normal hour in the city. Chatting chimed throughout the small, comforting home of hundreds of people. It was a beautiful day. The sun shone strong rays against public shoulders. It was cloudless clear in the bird-filled skies above. A great day for the outdoor; walking, driving, shopping, whatever it was. A man in a tuxedo, walking home from work, holding his son's hand with the suitcase-free one. Two old ladies wearing flowered dresses and hats walked in the other direction of the sidewalk, deep in conversation. A woman in her 40s with sunglasses and a pretty blue dress walked in the same direction of the business man.
Yes, everything today was a happy kind of normal. Nothing to bother them the least.
Then, through the peacefulness of the sky, a sudden soaring of a medium-sized aircraft whizzed just passed the head of the tire shop. Right after that, about ten ice cream trucks came by on the small downtown road, way over the speed limit. People yelped and rushed to the far side of the sidewalk, afraid of getting struck. The two elderly women in the flowered dresses pressed their hats to their heads, preventing them from flying off.
A red and yellow roughly-designed ship rocketed through the thin air, low to the ground and hastening past the city's outlook.
Kids Next Door: R.U.S.H.E.R.
Ready
Utmost
Speed
Hysterically
Into
Evading the
Ridiculous
Inside this marvelous piece of work, five kids managed the controls. A bald boy wearing dark sunglasses, which somewhat looked better on him than without them, sat at a large red chair at the top of a small wooden platform. His eager motivation was in progress. "Status report, Numbuh 5?" he said, sternly.
A dark-skinned girl wearing a red hat turned around in her seat to face him. "We're headin' towards Donmill Street at a hundred an' eight miles an hour, Numbuh 1," she replied.
The bald boy, known as Numbuh 1, nodded. "Excellent. That should out-run those lousy ice cream trucks." He looked over the rim of his seat. "Numbuh 4, full observations of the opponents' progress."
Another boy, rather younger looking by height, with blonde hair covering his eyes somewhat, sat at a portion of the controllers, observing a screen. "Tha farthest one's 'alf a mile away from us, but tha closest ones are right on our tail," he said, his strong Australian accent well-avoiding a lack of clarity.
Outside the R.U.S.H.E.R., two trucks began to close up on the aircraft, gaining speed every second. Sure enough, both the tops of their trucks could touch the tail of the ship if it were just a foot lower. Two men in white uniforms pulled out their own large weapon. They raised the gun so it was aiming at the metal pipe of the mechanism holding the two steering tails together.
The massive aircraft suddenly shook, causing the kids inside struggle to keep their balance. "Numbuh 2, report!" the bald boy known as Numbuh 1 commanded.
A chubby boy wearing a pilot's cap sat at the driver's place. He looked into a small screen. "Two of them are climbing onto our ship, Numbuh 1."
Numbuh 1 rapidly turned his chair around. "Numbuh 3, activate the defense saw, now!"
"Okay!" a small, raven-haired girl in a large green sweater responded to him in a high-pitched voice. She forced her green sleeve-covered fist into a red button in front of her.
Back outside, the two men were climbing the ropes attached to the tail pipe as carefully as they could. To an abrupt movement, two compartments on each side of the ship opened up, and saws attached to metal arms came out of each one. The multiple blades started up, catching sight of two startled adults. They swung down at the ropes keeping them up. Both of them screeched as they fell to the pavement. Their trucks crashed into the trees on the side of the road.
"Yay!" the raven-haired girl, identified as Numbuh 3, cheered. "No more baddies!"
The blonde boy, acknowledged as Numbuh 4, leaned his head a little closer to the screen in front of him. "Guess again. We still got eight of 'em comin' up. One of 'em's right beside us now."
Through the window next to the dark-skinned girl, recognized as Numbuh 5, a man in the same white uniform was in an ice cream truck as well, driving close to the ship's left side. Numbuh 5 looked out the window and noticed this. "'Least we know the new status screen's workin'," she stated.
Numbuh 1 also looked out the window, observing the adult just as he raised the same hooking firearm through his open window. He anxiously looked in front of him in sight of a small street just ahead. "Numbuh 2; take us to the 401 South!"
"Roger that!" the boy wearing goggles, known as Numbuh 2, responded and steered the helm to the right.
The ship made a sharp turn down a small narrow street. The right wing of the craft blew off the sign that read '401 South'. Unfortunately for the adults, the man in the truck next to the ship was a bit troubled by the sudden movement that he never got the chance to turn with it. He tried to turn around, but ended up going through the forest with much struggle not to bash into a tree.
"We lost anotha' one," Numbuh 4 stated.
"Well done, Numbuh 2," Numbuh 1 said over Numbuh 3's solo applaud. Numbuh 2 swiftly raised his hand half-way without looking back, in honor of himself.
The R.U.S.H.E.R. continued zooming over the highway below them. People in cars looked up through their sun roofs to catch sight of this awkward looking bird. Cars beeped as many ice cream trucks cut them off continuously. Some people even stuck their heads out their windows and yelled at them, while the large aircraft just above their heads received shocked stares and gasps.
Numbuh 2 leaned in closer to the window in front of him. He quickly caught the scene of automobiles all stopping or going slowly. "Heads up, guys; traffic jam at twelve o'clock!"
Numbuh 3 chuckled as she looked at her digital watch decorated with multi-colored monkeys. "Silly, it's four-eighteen."
"Bring her up, but not too far. There's too much altitude already," Numbuh 1 ordered.
Numbuh 2 pulled the rudder towards him, and the ship lifted, barely missing the milk exporting truck.
The men in ice cream trucks gasped and tried their best to avoid hitting the vehicles. Three of them ended up flying off the small bridge for exiting the highway. One of them turned on the street which led onto the highway, causing him to have to also avoid cars entering. Another one chose to come to a complete stop, flew out his front window by the sudden change of speed, and landed right into the back of a dirt bike bully with a brown frizzy beard and mustache and a bandana. The two remaining ones both hit a sign side by side telling people that 'Fred's Burger Barn' was at the next exit.
Numbuh 3, who watched through the back window, giggled. "One guy's getting strangled," she said through her laugh and observed one of the ice cream men grabbed at the neck by the dirt biker.
Just as the trees turned to flat planes of grass, Numbuh 2 steered the ship so they would fly above the vacant land instead of the jammed highway.
Numbuh 4 looked through his side window as they passed huddled, trapped cars beeping for people in front of them to move. "What's tha point of highways if ya can't even get anywhere? Ah mean, honestly, they could've just taken tha streets with a gazillion traffic lights an' still get there fasta'."
"Well, that's what happens when you become an adult; you lose brain cells," Numbuh 1 affirmed, grinning towards the Aussie. Numbuh 4 just shrugged and turned back to the screen. That's when he noticed.
"Numbuh 1, somethin's not right," he suddenly said.
"What is it?"
"Tha screen says that there's still one guy left, an' he's right on top of us."
Numbuh 3 suddenly felt something under her feet. She looked down through the small glass window on the floor next to her black and white running shoes. She saw an ice cream truck just below her, and a scrawny ice cream man with white hair and gray mustache was reaching through his open window for the metal bar holding the R.U.S.H.E.R's wheels in place. She raised an eyebrow. "Hm, you sure Numbuh 4? 'Cause I see someone under us," she stated, giggling at her choice of words.
The others, however, turned to her with a look of stun, and then looked down at the window she was staring through. From how high Numbuh 1 was sitting, he saw the man successfully attaching his working truck to the two bars, and climbing up himself.
"Numbuh 2, lower the ship," he said to the pilot. "That ought to work."
Numbuh 2 nodded, then slowly pushed the helm in, and the ship began to go lower. The truck's wheels began to struggle to keep solid. In fact, it began to dig into the ground. The man on the bar quickly glanced down, then back up to the floor window of the aircraft. He saw a small girl in green waving at him with a grin.
She looked down at the man looking at her and laughing nervously at the same time, shyly waving back. "Yuck," she shuddered. "That guy should seriously try some moisturizer."
"Numbuh 5, initiate the Electric Firearm," Numbuh 1 instructed.
Numbuh 5 pushed a light blue button, and then placed her hand over a lever. "E.L. Firearm, operatin'," she affirmed just as she pulled the lever.
From the outside, the ice cream man was pulling out a little something that looked like a pen when, all of a sudden, two weapons popped out of two compartments. They aimed at him and began to glow blue and white. The man looked at the glass window and whimpered. Electricity shot at him and he fell to the grass grounds. The electic coils then shot at the truck still attached to the machine, causing it to explode and also get left behind.
Numbuh 3 and 4 both watched this happen through the window and laughed.
"Yay!" Numbuh 3 shrieked, "Now no more baddies!"
"That's right, Numbuh 3. No more baddies," Numbuh 1 agreed, grinning ahead, then frowned awkwardly when he realized the term he'd used describing the ice cream men. He then turned to the chubby pilot. "Numbuh 2, set course for home." He tilted back in his chair, leaning his head on his raised hands and crossed his leg over the other.
The R.U.S.H.E.R. was steered left and pretty soon, the clearest vision ahead was a large Treehouse.
…Transmission Interrupted…
The reward of a job well done is to have done it.