"Oh no," Numbuh 300 Spartans said, fear dominant in his voice.
"We need to get him back," Numbuh 4 said. "But first, get me Numbuh 65.3, we need to find out if anyone else is gone, I have a feeling that Patton wasn't the only one."
"Numbuh 65.3 to boardroom," Numbuh 1 said, using the intercom button. "I repeat Numbuh 65.3 to boardroom."
"You needed me, sir?" Numbuh 65.3 said storming into the boardroom.
"Make contact with all other worldwide KND, TND, and Teen Ninja camps," Numbuh 4 commanded. "I have a feeling more worldwide raids happened yesterday."
"Actually," Numbuh 65.3 said. "That's why I was heading up here worldwide reports of multiple operatives missing ones important to you guys such as Numbuh 2,"-Cree's face widened-" Numbuh 3,"-Numbuh 4's next- "Numbuh 362," –It was Numbuh 1's turn- "And more, we need to attack. Our leftover teen intel says that they're being taken to Delightful-ization. We may need to send in Task Force 414. Numbuh 1, your ideas on it?"
"I agree," Numbuh 1 said. "Based on our intel, we have next to no time. I'll send in the best 5 members of the team. Numbuh 007, Numbuh 5, Numbuh 4 Jr., me, and Numbuh, wait, we lost her."
"So, call up Numbuh 007, Numbuh 5, and Numbuh 4 Jr.?" Numbuh 65.3 asked.
"Yup," Numbuh 1 said.
"I got it." Numbuh 65.3 said. He then walked out.
"O.K, here's the plan," Numbuh 300 Spartans said.
The next day Numbuh 007, Numbuh 5 and Numbuh 4 Jr. –AKA Joey Beatles- showed up in camouflage suits to blend with Father's island terrain on a chopper to the island.
"O.K," Numbuh 1 said. "So everyone knows the plan by heart, right?"
"I have just one question," Numbuh 4 Jr. said, "How are we going to transport the prisoners to the island shore?"
"We are going to send in a C.O.O.L.B.U.S to transport you to the chopper," Numbuh 1 responded. "It will be equipped with a connectable walkway that will be able to transport you. The actual plan is to keep you on the C.O.O.L.B.U.S. the whole way through, so they will shoot down the wrong transport. We will connect with the chopper for about a full minute."
"Got it," Numbuh 4 Jr. said. "Let's raid!"
"You first need your weapons," Numbuh 1 said. "And we will have one more occupant on our missions. The famous Numbuh 300 Spartans." And from the cockpit, Numbuh 300 Spartans appeared in the suit and with a silenced machine gun remade to fire a magazine of M.A.R.B. and a sword handle sticking out of his left shoulder.
"What's that y'all?" Numbuh 5 asked.
"Your weapon," Numbuh 300 Spartans said. "Machine guns Numbuh 2 was working on before his kidnapping. They still have a glitch or two, but I have the knowhow to fix it."
"Not that," Numbuh 5 responded. "The sword hilt you got on your back.
"It's a personal weapon that is just mine. I'll teach you about after the raid,"
"Fine," Numbuh 5 said."But Numbuh 5's holding you to that."
"Let's move out team," Numbuh 1 said. One by one, like in those battle cartoons, they ran past the table holding 4 weapons. Numbuh 5 picked one up first, then Numbuh 4 Jr., then Numbuh 1, finally Numbuh 007. They then grabbed parachutes in the same order. They then jumped out of the open hatch in the back of the plane and pulled the ripcord on the strap halfway to the ground. The raid was now on.
The plan had gone on perfectly almost the whole way through. They had safely parachuted onto the island without being spotted. They had infiltrated the base that was formerly Bully Island. They used the cages set up separate sections of the one big base. Their plan was to stick to the brush right next to the beaten path. When they came across a guard, they would shoot him with one M.A.R.B.L.E that would go for the kill. If it didn't, it would at least knock him out, so they would flee from the spot. They then found the Delightful-ization section and looked out onto the path and it was clear, then they hopped over the fence and found a silent entrance. It went wrong because they snuck right in to where Father was. They heard a person shouting. Patton! Numbuh 300 Spartans thought. He sprinted to the metal contraption where he heard the screaming, threw his gun to the side and grabbed his sword hilt and it revealed a pitch black curved sword and he diced up the machine in nothing flat. Numbuh 60 came stumbling out with one blue eye, the color of a Delightfulized child or teenager, and one brown eye, his natural color. He didn't completely save Patton, but how much of him did he save?
"Patton?!?" Numbuh 300 Spartans demanded.
"Reporting for duty," Numbuh 60 said rubbing his forehead.
"Come on," Numbuh 300 Spartans said. "We're getting out of this rat hole. Everyone, make a run for it!" But no one moved. He actually took a look at everybody and they all had Delightfully blue eyes. Oh my God Numbuh 5 thought. We're too late. There's Kuki, Rachel, Hogan, everybody.
"We gotta go," Numbuh 4 Jr. said. "Like ASANow!!" But Numbuh 300 Spartans was way too stunned to even move a muscle; he lost 20 operatives to the adults in the blink of his 7 year old eye. There was only one chance left.
"Roll out team," Numbuh 1 said. This time they all darted out of the room and the 20 Delightful operatives chased after them. Numbuh 300 Spartans pulled out his communicator.
"Numbuh 92, get the chopper to the shore ASANow!!!"
"Copy that," Numbuh 92 said.
"Open the hatch!!" Numbuh 300 Spartans yelled.
"Gotcha," Numbuh 92 said. He ran and ran and ran. His legs were growing weary. He was starting to slow.
"I can't keep up guys!" Numbuh 300 Spartans yelled.
"We're almost there!" Numbuh 60 said. "Just a little more!" He magically started to sprint again and caught up with the team and saw the chopper platform lower to the ground. Whatever Numbuh 1 is planning, he better do it now!! Numbuh 300 Spartans thought and just like that they were on the chopper and the 20 Delightful operatives were chasing them onto the chopper.
"Close it up!!" Numbuh 1 yelled.
"Done and done!" Numbuh 92 closed the hatch and flew out of there like a pro.
"Kids Next Door," Numbuh 1 yelled. "Battle stations!!" Then everybody was ready was ready to fight. Everyone but Numbuh 300 Spartans took their machine guns and emptied rounds while Numbuh 300 Spartans took out that pitch black sword and was fighting them off 4 or 5 at a time.
"Approxiamate time to homebase 1 mnute and closing!" Numbuh 92 said after a long time of flight.
"Keep fighting team!!" Numbuh 1 said. He then took out his communicator. "Have the module ready Numbuh 4, we're almost there."
"Over and out," Numbuh 4 responded. The fight was raging on. The Delightful operatives were getting right back up after getting knocked down and they were running low on ammo.
"10 seconds and closing!" Numbuh 92 assured. "5, 4, 3, 2, 1, landing now!!"
"Open the hatch!" Numbuh 1 said.
"But we're not on the ground!" Numbuh 92 complained.
"Just do it!"
"O.K," Numbuh 92 said. And he pushed the hatch button on the controls and this time, when the delightful operatives fell, it was out of the chopper.
"Welcome home everybody," Numbuh 4 said in a not-so-good sounding way.
Author's note: I know the beginning of it sounds like Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2, but it's what came to me.