I don't own, I'll never own, I never have owned.

Numbuh one awoke just in time to see the kids beginning to recompose themselves. The boy on the top of the heap picked himself up, obviously trying to salvage what little pride he had left. He was medium hight and lanky, with messy blonde hair and eyes covered by dark sunglasses. Before anyone could draw their guns on him, he grabbed one of his teammates and started shaking him! "YOU DOPE! 'Nothing can go wrong,' you said; 'it's foolproof,' you said! Well I don't think it's too much to ask that we…oh I don't know-LAND ON EARTH!" Numbuh one instantly recognized the deep voice from the transmission.

The boy he was yelling at was much taller and quite stocky. His skin was mocha colored and his brown hair stuck up in every imaginable direction, but was kept out of his eyes by a pair of goggles put to his forhead. "Yeah," the boy responded (his voice also familiar), knocking the blonde one's hands off his scruff, "'cause whenever somethin' goes wrong, it's always Numbuh ten's fault! 'Numbuh ten, you let those adults get away!' 'Numbuh ten, you screwed up my splanker!' 'Numbuh ten, I tripped on my shoelace and it's all your fault!' PHOOEY! Well Numbuh ten is done bein' the butt of your jokes! The next time you need a gizmo that can rip the time-space continuum, jump through the rip without getting' turned into spaghetti dinner, and close thhe rip behind 'em with no ill effect, you can take care of it YOURSELF!"

The two began screaming at eachother simultaneously, turning their words into a blob of incoherent sounds. Numbuh one looked down at Numbuh's three and four, the later was pointing a mustard gun at the girl on the bottom of the pile. The girl was slim and muscular, with a fuzzy yellow sweatshirt tied around her waist. She had her waist-length blonde hair braided tightly enough that she could give a rhino a concussion with a flick of her head. Her eyes were violet with some blue specks in them, and her bushy eyebrows set at a dark glare. She said in a calm voice, putting her finger to the gun's muzzle, "point that thing someplace else, will ya?" Her voice was the low gravely one from the recording.

The two other kids picked themselves up from the heap, revealing they were smaller from the rest, about seven. The boy, who had fiery red hair mostly covered by a worn out cap, was hiding behind the blonde girl. The other was a girl with black hair and a sand colored highlight who was hugging a yellow rainbow monkey and shaking everybody's hand. "Hi, I'm Kira, and this is my monkey, Topaz!" Her voice was the high girly one. Numbuh one was just barely able to hear the tiny voice of the red-haired boy whisper to the blonde girl, "Stop them from fighting…please?"

Without a word, the blonde girl marched over to the arguing boys, and bonked their heads together! "OW! What th-?" The kid with the sunglasses looked out at the KND, all of whom were staring at them. "Ooooh…this probably looks bad doesn't it…?"

Numbuh one shook his head and mustered up as respectable a voice he could with Rachel just beginning to wake up in his arms. "Who are you, who sent you, and why are you here?"

Numbuh one looked down, just as Numbuh 362 looked up, and they lept away from each other like a gunshot! The boy who had called himself "Numbuh ten" Let out a wolf-whistle, that was sharply broken off by the blonde boy's elbow in his gut. "I am called Numbuh six-now before you say anything, hear me out. My team and I are Sector V of the kids next door."

Numbuh one scoffed, "Sector V is standing in front of you, faker!"

Numbuh six smirked, "You guys think you're so damn important. We may not be in your records here, but in our life, we are the last surviving members of the kids next door."

362 flinched. "Wh…what? In your…" The boy smiled grimly. "Yes. My name is Anthony, and I'm the leader of the Sector V of 2032. I can assume you don't know why we're here, so Numbuh Ten, show the clip."

The goggled boy sat down, and typed a few things on what appeared to be a large cell phone, then laid it down before a wall. A beam of light, not unlike a projector, came out. On the wall, familiar yellow eyes appeared, followed soon by the form of father! Something was different about him though. As the picture zoomed out more though, it revealed he was the size of a 10 year old, and joined by three other father-oids. "These," Began Numbuh six, "Are the Horid four. The boy in the middle is Son, their leader. He's a strategic genius and his fire is white hot."

The picture then Zoomed in on a beautiful female fatheroid. Every boy in the room couldn't help but stare. "The girl next to him is Daughter, not all that strong, but she can manipulate any situation without a hitch…and…she's sooooo HAWT!!!"

Numbuh six started drooling and staring intently at the picture. Kira "HMPF!"-ed grumpily, and kicked him in the pivot! Numbuh six toppled to the ground and popped back up, yelping "I'm up! I'm up!"

He shook his head and continued with the slideshow, which then zoomed in on a small fatheroid girl with spikey hair. "This is Sister. Put Numbuh three and Numbuh eight together," he paused to gesture towards Kira, revealing her numbuh, "And then put it on sugar high. That's Sister in a nutshell."

"Finaly," as the thing zoomed in on the smallest, a little boy with a samurai style hairdo, "Brother. Pound for pound, the most dangerous of them all. He's usually off in his own little world, but if you draw blood from him, he creates an explosion, hotter than a supernova! So, to sum it up, These four are each twice as bad as the father you struggle so hard against. Needless to say, you need our help."

Bear with me here, it gets good in the next chappie. If you like, review. If you don't, review anyway. I could use the criticism.