Disclaimer: I don't own the KND, but I wish I did. I would have made the series go longer. Anyway, the only things I own are the new Numbuhs… But that would be spoiling the surprise.
Well, thanks to FrittzyCrazy, KND Operative Numbuh 227, Girliegymnast, and 101romansoldier for the reviews and advice. FrittzyCrazy said to try and keep the dialogue in new paragraphs. I type all this out before hand, as a proofread, and save it. I upload it to the site, so I apologize if the thing is all messed up. I did type it with dialogue spaced out. Now, I know you don't want to read this, so onto the story:
Operation: T.I.M.E.-T.R.A.V.E.L.
Time
Includes
Menace
Everywhere
Tiny
Reckless
Agents
Valiantly
Eradicate
Lividly
Somewhere
Sometime
Numbuh 1 opened his eyes and surveyed his surroundings. He was in a rectangular room, painted Royal Blue. The room was filled with hospital beds, giving it the look of a medical center. A door in the center of the opposite wall was the only way out. To Numbuh 1's right were his teammates, who were still unconscious. Beyond them were Numbuhs 60, 86, and 362. The room was completely silent, with the exception of the operatives' breathing. Numbuh 1scanned the room for something that might serve as a weapon, and found nothing. He realized that he would need to use his hand-to-hand combat training. Not that he was bad. He just preferred to have a weapon.
Numbuh 1 went to the door, and listened for anything coming from behind it. Hearing nothing, he opened it. There was a hallway, with 4 doors leading from it. Numbuh 1 closed the door, trying to decide whether to search the other rooms, or wait for the others to wake up. He chose to wait, as he didn't know if they would need to be defended while he was gone. He looked around the room for cameras or bugs. He didn't see any, but that didn't mean there weren't any. Numbuh 1 sat on the bed, contemplating how they had gotten here. He knew that after they had been sucked into the vortex, he had landed flat on a metal floor. There hadn't been much time to look around, as the door Numbuh 5 had been holding onto had landed on him, knocking him out.
Numbuh 1 realized that sitting on the bed was getting him nowhere. He jumped off the bed, pulling the sheets with him. He realized that it would be a good idea to use the bed sheets as a makeshift rope, and began ripping them up. He made two shorter ones for gags, and four longer ones for tying arm and legs. After making these, Numbuh 1 put the rope on the bed, and walked over to Numbuh 2. Deciding to try and wake Numbuh 2 up, Numbuh 1 shook him. Receiving no results, Numbuh 1 tried again. Nothing happened. It was the same when every operative. Numbuh 1 began to get frustrated, but calmed down. It was part of his training not to let emotions get in the way of an operative's work.
Numbuh 1 heard footsteps from the hallway. He quickly but quietly made his way to the door. He grabbed his makeshift rope and hid, crouching, behind the door. The footsteps from behind the door told him that there was only one person approaching, and that this person was relatively small. The footsteps stopped at the door he was hidden behind, and the handle began to turn. Then something else must have gotten the person's attention, as the handle reverted back to its original position, and the footsteps hurried away.
Numbuh 1 relaxed a little, and heard the beds behind him creak. He turned to see that the rest of his team was waking up. He put his finger to his lips, indicating to his team that they should keep quiet. Numbuh 2 was the first to sit up. He rubbed his eyes, then saw Numbuh 1's gesture. He nodded and joined Numbuh 1 at the door. Seeing the rope on the bed, Numbuh 2 grabbed it, indicating to Numbuh 1 that he was ready in case someone came into the room. Numbuh 3 sat up and saw Numbuh 1. She also nodded, but put her hands over her mouth. She saw Numbuh 4 get up and, seeing that he was about to speak, put a hand over his mouth as well. Numbuh 4 glared at her, but got the message. Numbuh 5 got out of the bed and went over to Numbuh 1. Numbuhs 3 and 4 followed her.
Numbuh 1, still being silent, used hand signals to tell the team that he and Numbuhs 3, 4, and 5 were to go search the rooms in the hall, while Numbuh 2 stood guard over the still sleeping Numbuhs 362, 86, and 60. They nodded and went about their work. Numbuh 1 stepped into the hall, and went to the end on his left. He opened the door and entered the room. In the room there was a desk, lamp, and blank paper. He was about to search through the desk when he heard a dull thud from the medical room. He ran back, to find that Numbuh 2 was tying up a small girl, about 10 years old. Numbuhs 1 and 2 thought that she looked remarkably similar to Numbuh 362. Indeed she did, with blonde hair, blue jumpsuit, an orange sweatshirt, and flip flops. She wore the same helmet that Numbuh 362 wore, but the number was different, being 632 rather than 362. Her face was exactly that of Numbuh 362's, with the exception of having blue eyes instead of brown. Numbuh 2 wondered why she looked so similar to Numbuh 362. Even the sweatshirt was almost the same. Numbuh 1, seeing that Numbuh 2 had successfully tied up the girl, went to get the rest of Sector V. Numbuh 3 didn't find anything useful. Numbuh 4 had found some M.U.S.K.E.T.s (Kids Next Door M.U.S.K.E.T.: Mustard Using Sidearm Kicks Enemy Tail) and S.P.L.A.N.K.E.R.s (Kids Next Door S.P.L.A.N.K.E.R.: Solid Pine Loaded Artillery Nicely Kicks Enemy Rear), which he passed out to the others. Numbuh 5 had found the L.I.A.R., as well as the blueprints. She gave those to Numbuh 2, who gladly accepted them.
Numbuh 1 closed the door and dragged the girl over to the corner of the room. He took of the gag and spoke.
"Alright, who are you, and where are we?"
"M-m-my n-n-name i-i-is-"
Numbuh 1 rolled his eyes. What did you expect from 5 highly trained operatives who found themselves in a strange place, with people who might intend to harm them, kids though they be.
"It's alright. You can say it."
Numbuh 5 tried to comfort the girl. The girl took a deep breath to calm herself somewhat.
"My name is Courtney, and you are somewhere I can't tell you about."
"Well you better cruddy tell us!"
Numbuh 4 looked like he was about to hurt the girl. The others noticed this and held him back, so he couldn't try it.
"Who are you guys anyway?"
Asked Courtney. She was a little scared-okay, a lot scared-about these strangers who had appeared. She thought that they looked familiar, but she couldn't place where she had seen them before. All she knew was that they had appeared in the break room with some junk, and a door even. She thought that was kind of funny. People she didn't know just appearing out of nowhere, but they had to bring a door. Why not a TV, or game console? But no, it had to be a door.
Numbuh 1 ignored Courtney's question.
"Well, if you're not going to tell us where we are, then we'll have to go find out ourselves."
"No! You can't do that! You aren't supposed to know what this is!"
Courtney looked panicked.
"Look, Courtney, if that is your real name, we already know that you look like a Kids Next Door Member. You are wearing the same helmet that Numbuh 362 wears since she is Soopreme Leaduh, so I can guess that you are trying to replace her. I can also guess that we are at a Kids Next Door Moonbase lookalike. I can tell that it is a lookalike because I have never seen this room in Moonbase before. You, Courtney, are part of some evil organization that is trying to replace the best In the Kids Next Door, to try and bring it down from the inside. You also act as a spy, giving information to the KND's enemies. As you are masquerading as Numbuh 362, who has the highest clearance, you are able to have access to any and all information that does not require a DNA entry, because you cannot copy Numbuh 362's DNA. With us in this lookalike KND Moonbase, we would be out of commission, but no one would be the wiser, as you have replaced everyone with lookalikes. After you have taken the KND down, you will go to live with the teens and adults, who will have kids as their personal slaves. You were probably approached by the Delightful Children from Down the Lane, who promised you a place with the teens and adults, after helping them get rid of the KND. I say this because they are the only ones sick and twisted enough to promise harmony with the adults. You are misled by them, but don't know it yet."
Numbuh 1 finished his speech. Everyone looked at him.
"Numbuh 5 thinks that's just crazy." She muttered under her breath. She didn't think that the girl was lying, but there was no proof she was telling the truth, either.
"It may sound crazy, but I know it's right. Isn't it, Courtney!" He stabbed his finger in her face to emphasize the accusation. He really didn't trust the girl.
"No! That's not it at all! I am the actual Soopreme Leaduh, and this is the actual Kids Next Door Moonbase! I don't know who you are, but you can be sure that I am telling the truth! I would never do anything to harm a kid, ever! You have to believe me!" Courtney was angry, and yet, there was something about the group that made their accusation okay to give, even if it wasn't true in the least.
Numbuh 86 stirred. Numbuh 1's shouting had woken her.
"What are you on about, boy?"
"I'm just letting this spy know that her façade didn't work on us." Numbuh 1 said as he replaced the gag on Courtney.
This woke Numbuh 86 up completely. She rolled out of the bed, grabbed Numbuh 4's M.U.S.K.E.T., and set her sights on the girl.
"Stay where you are, spy!" She said, activating the laser sights on the weapon.
"Uhm, Numbuh 86, she's tied up. She can't go anywhere." Numbuh 2 tried to explain.
"I know that, boy, but she might escape!" Numbuh 86 didn't take her eyes off the girl. Numbuh 2 rolled his eyes. He knew his knots well enough. There was no way she could escape.
"What's going on, you guys? I don't like shouting early in the morning." A voice groaned from the bed. Numbuh 362 sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
"Don't you know it's rude to wake people up?"
"We're sorry, sir. But this spy was trying to replace you as Soopreme Leader!" Numbuh 1 explained.
"What?!"
I hope you guys like this next installment of Operation: T.I.M.E.-T.R.A.V.E.L. It was fun to write, and I hope it was fun to read. As I type these out on Microsoft Word, I don't know if FanFiction will accept the format. I'm just repeating myself, so… Thanks once again to FrittzyCrazzy, KND Operative Numbuh 227, Girliegymnast, and 101romansoldier for their support. I don't know how Chapter 2 will be taken, but we'll see what happens. Thanks to you all, whoever you all are.
-Portertrain9