Disclaimer: KND not mine!

A/N: Hello everyone, I'm back and with my third FanFic! Woo! It took me awhile to gather my ideas for this one, but hopefully you all will enjoy it! I already have the 2nd chapter under way; I just have to make a few adjustments and so-forth. This particular chapter may seem kind of dull, but by the next chapter it will... all fall in from there (I guess?) Enjoy!

Thoughts in Italics

Operation: L.E.M.O.N.A.D.E - S.T.A.N.D.

Leader

Executive

Makes

Other

Numbers

Account

Drinks

Exactly

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Selling

Them

And

Needing

Deniro

Chapter 1: Tangy Disaster!

"Sooo," the Delightful Children from Down the Lane said in their eerie monotone accent. "What shall we do with you, Nigel Uno?"

Nigel narrowed his eyes up at the Delightful Children, who were safe behind a protective case, inside their giant robot. They had #'s 2 through 5 tangled up in metal claws that were violently twisting around in the air.

"I'll take whatever you throw at me Delightful Dorks!"

"Excellent answer Nigel, how about we serve up a heaping pile of fiber!"

A free claw whipped up and crashed against the roof of the tree-house. #1 crouched down and covered his head as the roof fell upon him burying him in a pile of wood and metal. The Delightfuls chuckled in their low nerdy tone when an alarm in the robot went off.

"Awh," pouted the Delightful Child. "Look's like our play time is over KND. Sadly our curfew is at 7o'clock, so we'll come back and kick your rear... some other time."

The metal claws released the KND operatives and retracted back into the robot. The Delightful Children turned their machine around and stomped off with the eerie laugh echoing in the air.

#2-5 moaned in unison as they slowly sat up. #1 surfaced from the pile of debris and looked around. Abigail walked over and extended a helping hand to him which he gratefully accepted.

"Woooow, look at this place," gawked #3.

#1 examined the main room of the tree-house.

"Damage looks pretty bad, status report #2!"

"Everything is pretty much 99.9 destroyed."

Nigel thought for a moment. "KND, I want this place cleaned up by tomorrow evening, and we need to get some sort of roof up... looks like storm clouds are forming. #2, go fetch us some wood from the supplies room."

"Uhh #1, y'know how I said that 99.9 of the base is destroyed well, I meant 99.9 and that means the supply room is gone!"

#1 frowned and shifted his glasses. "Well, looks like we're going to have to go down and buy some things at '2x4 Depot'. #5 gather some money and well make a quick trip down there."

#5's eyes darted around what was left of the room and a nervous smile spread across her face. #1 let out a sigh of frustration.

"Don't tell me... all of our money is gone too?" he yelled slightly.

"Actually, we have a total of $13 and 5 cents," she frowned.

A light 'pitter-patter' of rain sprinkled down on the tree-house. The group exchanged sorrowful glances at each other and sighed.

"Well, I guess we sleep under this sky tonight."

"The Sky?" thought #4 as he gazed up and saw stars peeking out one by one with a few small grey clouds here and there.

His attention wavered over to #3 as she bent over and picked up a dusty rainbow monkey and held it gently against her. #4 caught himself in a dazed stare but it was cut short when #1 asked him to come over and help him and #2 help pitch something of a tent capable of sheltering all five kids. #3 and 5 searched around for pillows and blankets, at least enough so that they could last through the night.

They all gathered in the main room and huddled together under the tent. #'s 1, 2, 3 and 5 were already sound asleep with the exception of #4, who laid wide awake due to #3's shivering. He pulled at his hair and grunted with annoyance of the girl. #4 was about to yell at her when the #3 turned in her sleep and wrapped an arm around his.

Wally flinched in surprise but gazed down at her with a sympathetic look. He rolled his eyes and gave a little smile at how innocent she was. He took his blanket and laid it over her. #3's shivering ceased and she let go of #4's arm and went back to a peaceful sleep.

#4's angsty thoughts vanished as if she was a healer just by touch and he, himself soon drifted off to sleep.

Wally woke up and found himself alone under the tent. He pulled on his hoodie and scurried out to meet his teammates huddled together. #1 turned around and ushered #4 to join them.

"Hey guys, what's goin' on?" he asked tiredly.

"Well #4, as we all know our tree-house is practically destroyed and we have little money and supplies."

#'s 2, 3 and 5 nodded in agreement.

"So, I came up with a plan for us to regain control again. #'s 2 and 5 will stay here in the tree-house with me. #2, I need you to work on some of the tree-house and other various 2x4 technology while #5 and I will start cleaning up this place and also keep an eye out for those Delightful Nerds."

"Hold up, what about me?" cried #4.

"Yeah, and what about me #1?" asked #3.

Nigel glanced over to the two operatives. "You two will have the job of making money and-"

#4 sucked his teeth and gave a single half-hearted laugh. "And how do you suppose we do that?"

#5 stepped beside #1 and smirked, "by selling lemonade."

"WHAT?"

A/N: Heehee, you like so far, yes? Hope you do! Like I said this is just sort of the main chapter of how and why poor #4 was forced into labor by making lemonade. I promise it'll get good next chapter which I will most likely put up tomorrow. Depends. Until then, please review on weather I should continue. And I'm open for any ideas, because I might put in a little 1/5 action (didn't I promise you 1/5ness! I did, didn't I? And I'll keep my word!) Keyword: I might do some 1/5 in this story, since this particular story is mainly focused on ¾. If I don't get to any 1/5ness this time around, I swear I'll do a fanficcy dedicated to them. A-men.