Chapter One: The Beginning
Operation S.M.A.L.L.
Some
Mall
Accident
Leads to
Lots of Problems
It's one thing being a boy and also the smallest of the whole team at Sector V, but THIS? This was just absolute CRUD.
Numbuh One woke the whole team up extra early that day. Sirens began to go off throughout the entire tree house; filling each and every hallway and all of Sector V's bedrooms. I myself didn't sleep all that well that night, had nightmares and junk. No real biggie. My room had flashed red with the revolving light thingy that was on the side of the wall. I groaned, though a bit happy to be woken up from the horrible dream, I was still terribly tired and threw my pillow at the light. It somehow broke with the force of the pillow. 'Crud', I said under my breath. I would have to ask Numbuh Two to fix that later.
It was usually then that something was serious; when we were all woken up like this I mean. I quickly changed out of my jammies and into my usual clothes. I had figured it would take Numbuh Three her usual long time to get up, so that would give me enough time to get changed. We would probably be waiting for the cruddy girl anyhow.
When I left my room I had noticed that Numbuh Five was outside in her night clothes. She had her hand lifted right to my face; ready to knock on my door if I hadn't just left my room seconds ago. She instead put her arm back to her side.
"What's going on," she asked me.
"How should I know," I screamed over the still sounding alarm, "You have any ideas?"
"Numbuh Five has no clue," she replied. She sounded kinda angry.
We noticed Numbuh Two running down the hallway from his room not long after just standing there. We had decided, after shrugging to one another in silent agreement, that we would just follow him. He was heading to the main room to see what was up, which actually seemed like best choice of action.
I sat down on the couch when I had seen Numbuh One standing at the podium with a little bit more serious than normal expression on his face.
"Do you KNOW how early it is," I asked loudly after the alarm was finally turned off. My arms were crossed.
"Yes, I do," Numbuh One replied calmly, "But there is an important mission that just can't wait until morning."
I sighed, "Alright, whatever."
Now we were only fighting the urge to just sleep on the couch and waiting for Numbuh Three. It took a while but when she had entered the room and finally sat down Numbuh One began to tell us about the mission. Numbuh One had cleared his throat.
"What's going on," she had whispered rather loudly to me. She was still in her pyjamas; they had cruddy Rainbow Monkeys splattered all over them.
"I'm not sure," I whispered back, too tired to say much else.
"There is a red alert in coordinates 86,13. Apparently, Father and those creepy Delightful Children From Down the Lane have gotten their hands on a rather dangerous weapon," Numbuh One began.
"What kind of weapon," Numbuh Two asked, following with a yawn.
"We're not quite sure yet, but rest assured: it's dangerous", he replied, "They plan on using it in a test drive at the department store in less than an hour's time."
"Why the department store", Numbuh Five asked.
"We don't know that either," Numbuh One simply said.
"So let me get this straight...the Delightful Dorks are planning a plan we don't know, with a weapon we don't know anything about, on a cruddy department store that we don't even go to," I asked in frustration.
"Yes," Numbuh One replied, "And were going to stop it."
"I've never been to the department store before," Numbuh Three said loudly," This will be fun!"
Oh, how FUN it was.