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The guests had all arrived at the Uno home for the cook-out. Nigel had convinced his mother to let his friends stay with some story about how much they all love burgers, and that they'd be super disappointed not to have any. So now the members of Sector V stood in Numbuh One's back yard silently facing off against the DCFDTL. They stared each other down while the Uno brothers rambled on about the newspaper's latest article on charcoal grills and how to use them. Suddenly Benedict had had enough of Monty's bumbling and shoving him aside, he declared.
"There! That's how you FIRE up a grill!", he grinned cruelly at the results of his outburst. The look of shock on the faces of his stupid brother and the rest of them was priceless. The black soot all over Monty's face and shirt-front along with the singed remnants of hair left on his head almost made him look pitiful – Almost. If Ben had a sympathetic bone left in his body.
Monty himself didn't quite register the threat or the insult in his brother's tone. He simply wandered over to the sideboard and picking up a platter began to arrange the meat on the grill's rack to cook. At the request of Number's Two and Four he put slices of Cheddar and Swiss cheese on two of them. The kids of course were not at all surprised at Father's behavior, being used to him and they just watched calmly as the two adults continued to spar about the right methods of preparing the meat.
Nigel's mother had been lining plates and trays of chips, and salads and other complimentary dishes up on the sideboard and she hummed softly to herself as she did so, completely oblivious to the tension between the group of children standing a few feet away, with polar differences separating them.
"Alright Delightful Brats, what are you and you 'father' up to this time?", Nigel challenged.
"Us? Up to something? Oh no, Kids Next Done-for. We aren't up to anything at all. We just came to watch the fun while our robot serves you your utter destruction instead of a burger!", they replied with their usual monotonous tone followed by evil laughter.
At the word 'burger' David had pulled a remote control from behind them and pressed it's green button. When he did so a towering mechanical man stomped into the yard crushing and obliterating anything in his path. The robot had a chef's hat on it's head and an apron with the letters K.N.D. In a slashed red circle. His hands were filled with cooking utensil weapons and he seemed already to have spotted and locked onto Sector V, his flashing light bulb eyes going from yellow to red when he sighted them. Nigel responded quickly and shouted to his team.
"Kids Next Door, battle stations!"
Each of the five operatives sprang into action and using their various weapons managed to deflect the robot's laser blasts and spatula shaped assault. The DCFDTL pressed an orange button and the robot's weapons changed suddenly. Now instead of a laser and a giant spatula he wielded a massive meat tenderizing mallet and in the other hand a huge carving fork. Numbuh One watched in horror as the robot's mallet came crashing down on Number Three. Before he could warn her, the robot smashed the lawn furniture she was using for cover and the impact sent her flying. Numbuh Four dashed off after her to make sure she was alright and he yelled a snarling threat at the DCFDTL and their robot.
Numbuh Five chose this moment of distraction to pounce on the DCFDTL and try to get the controller out of their collective grasp. She leaped into the air and doing a complicated flip-kick maneuver, she did manage to knock the remote out of David's hand. However Lenny recovered quickly from the surprise and grabbed her ankle mid flight throwing her to the ground. The remote landed just out of her reach, and looking up in dismay, she saw that the robot had now cornered Numbuhs One and Two who were trying valiantly to stop it's advance toward the house and Nigel's unsuspecting parents.
Numbuh Three had been thrown up against the stucco wall of the house when the robot tried to crush her and she was winded and dizzy but remarkably uninjured. Once Numbuh Four was certain of that, he decided to attack the robot again and took off toward it from behind. Numbuh Three could see that he'd need back up and she followed quickly behind him shaking off the lingering dizziness she felt. Numbuh Five had recovered from her meeting with the turf as well and she had been closing in on the robot too, flanking Number Two and Numbuh who continued to fire at it with their weapons.
Amazingly, in spite of the sparks and parts flying from the thing as they hit it, the robot continued to advance on the house and had now raised both it's metal arms over it's head. Gizmos of all kinds whirred and buzzed as the two arms merged into one gargantuan battering ram/club that would surely demolish the Uno home, the tree-house above, and all the people near by if it made contact. Suddenly five voices rose about the din, and in turn shouted springing into coordinated action as they did.
"Five!"
"Four!"
"Three!"
"Two!"
"One!"
Each teammate had in turn managed to pass the recovered remote to the others until when it reached Nigel, he pressed the red button on it and as if to punctuate his number the robot froze, the light bulb eyes dimmed and went out and the whole thing shot up into the air like a roman candle and exploded. Cheers echoed as the neighbors looked up to see the blast thinking it was a fireworks display.
The DCFDTL hung their heads in defeat and skulked off through the hole in the fence headed back to the mansion. They were of course never interested in the meal now being served behind Sector V at the Uno Family's picnic table. Wally yelled after them, just as Nigel's mother called to the kids to come and eat.
"Remember this you delightful creeps, no one comes between the Kids Next Door and a cheeseburger!"
"Yeah, you cheddar try harder to beat us next time!", Hoagie added with a laugh. Abby took after him swinging her hat and mumbling something about beating those corny lines out of him.
The five friends made their way back to the house just in time to see Father slip out the gate and slink off after his 'children'. Nigel watched him go with satisfaction, glad that his parents seemed unfazed by the events of the battle. They all took their seats around the table and dug hungrily into their big, juicy, 'summer has officially started' burgers and of course no meal for Sector V would be complete without lot and lots of nachos.
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