After years of nonstop perfect service, Moon Base has finally decided that Numbahs 1,2,3,4 and 5 of Sector V deserved a reward. So, as thanks for all of their generous service toward KND and kiddom, they were receiving an all expenses paid vacation to the place of their choice.
While ecstatic and overjoyed, Numbah 1 was concerned over who would take care of their missions and watch their base while they were away. He didn't need to worry; Moon Base already took care of it. The next day, a replacement team appeared on their treehouse doorstep. Sector AA, made up of Numbahs 88,89,90,91, and 92, would be watching over while they were gone. Though reassured multiple times by Sector AA, his teammates, and Numbah 362, he was still worried that something might happen while they were gone, and would have continued to run battle tactics and strategies by them if Numbahs 2 and 5 hadn't forcibly dragged him away. Within just a few short hours, they were gone, leaving Sector AA alone in the treehouse.
Sector AA was composed of five kids, each with their own talents. Numbah 88 was the leader, Numbah 89 was the technician and weapon's expert, Numbah 90 was the self defense expert, Numbah 91 was the spy and expert at surveillance, and Numbah 92 was the nurse/doctor. They were much like the members of Sector V, only with one key difference.
They completely hated each other.
Because they could barely stand each other, they weren't much of a team. They spent most missions arguing, fighting, pranking one another, or making a bad situation even worse. They were hands down the worst sector in the history of the KND, and would have probably been demoted to clean up duty if it wasn't for Sector BB, who have been covering for them since they first became a sector. Absolutely no one knew how bad they were, not even Moon Base. Which, of course, led to their current situation.
Numbah 89 was known to be the one to start most of their fights in their sector. A thief and coward at heart, he was often the one to steal from his teammates. So it came to no surprise, when Numbah 90 started chasing 89 around the base, yelling how he ate his last chocolate bar. He couldn't catch him, so he retaliated by placing a stink bomb in the room Numbah 89 was sleeping in (Numbah 2's room). Infuriated, 89 counter struck, and pretty soon they were in an all out prank war, sucking the other three sector members into their battle. It didn't take long before they were all pranking each other, totally trashing the treehouse.
After being pranked by all four of his teammates at once before they turned on one another, Numbah 89 decided he needed to end this once and for all. He thought about it and thought about it, until it hit him while he was hiding from Numbah 92 and her mechanical guard dogs. He managed to get away undetected and crept through the hallways, stepping over trash and jumping over broken floorboards. He stepped through the hole in the wall through Numbah 1's room and searched through some of the storage boxes for what he needed, hightailing it out of there when he heard the sound of barking coming his way.
And that was how Numbah 89 spent two hours holed up in the crevice underneath the treehouse, working on his newest smoke bomb. It wasn't anything dangerous really, if you got hit with it, it would only leave a slight bruise, nothing major. It was supposed to function as a nerve agent. It releases a gas that would slow down a person's brain and muscle function, making them slow, unathletic, and lazy. Anyone who inhaled the gas would feel the immediate need to take a nap and would be unwilling to move or do anything that took effort. It was perfect for Numbah 89's purposes. Now he could do whatever he wanted and not get pranked for it!
Giving a rather evil snicker, Numbah 89 crawled from underneath the treehouse like the rat he was and headed for the Sector V C.L.O.U.D.C.O.V.E.R. He had absolutely no idea that he got the formula for the chemical agent wrong. Instead of making a person generally lazy, it did the exact opposite. The bomb would have the overall effect of a three day nonstop sugar eating marathon coupled with about five gallons of black coffee and three bottles of vodka. Overall the ultimate sugar rush with absolutely no inhibitions getting in the way.
Numbah 89 loaded the C.L.O.U.D.C.O.V.E.R. with the chemical agent and flew into the air, invisible to the naked eye. Using the screen controls, he managed to locate a group of figures huddled together and walking down an empty street towards a mansion. Unfortunately, the jet was still a little messed up due to the battle with Cree, so the image was blurry. Numbah 89 was impatient so, he launched the bomb, assuming that they were his teammates, and flew away, snickering with glee. He couldn't wait to eat all of his teammate's candy.
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The Delightful Children From Down The Lane were having a good day.
Though their father would be on vacation for the next few weeks and would miss their birthday, they've just received word from their contacts that Sector V of the Kids Next Door would also be on vacation for a few days, leaving a bunch of incompetent buffoons in their place. Which meant that thy could enjoy their birthday without having a bunch of disobedient brats disrupting their fun.
The DCFDTL were three feet away from the front gates of their mansion when, out of nowhere, it hit them.
Literally.
They were knocked off their feet when the bomb exploded in front of them. They cried out in unison as they hit the concrete and began coughing, inhaling the fumes of the bomb and reaching their lungs within seconds. They didn't have time to think before the nerve agent took affect.
Something in their minds seemed to click. The part of their personalities that kept them proper and obedient shut down, their pupils dilated beneath their closed eye lids, and they began to shake, almost convulsing. Their eyes snapped open and they began to giggle, their voices losing their ususal monotone.
And so it began.