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...your funeral.

Continuing Transmission

The halls leading up to an armory were lined with bodies of snoring guards. They had been knocked asleep by Numbuh 692 using an improvised tranquilizer. The guards lined the halls until they stopped at the door to the armory. Inside, Numbuh 692 was taking off his shirt and pants, his shoes already discarded.

"Okay, Thomas," Numbuh 692 thought, "get your act together. Reality warping powers? That's for kittens!" He pushed buttons on a nearby pad on the wall, revealing a hidden door that opened to display a suit of dark blue armor not too dissimilar to Numbuh 450's except it had a pair of pauldrons and a cobalt bodysuit. "The only reason they did so well against those guards was because I loosened them up for them. They'd be nothing without their elite combat specialist." He put the bodysuit on, followed by the armor itself. "I just gotta clear this base out so we can get to planting that thought." He then pushed a button on the wall, and a weapon not to dissimilar to a Merf pistol except it was silver with red and black detailing on it was revealed. "Having these weapons with me should help me do the job more efficiently then those dorks."

"Hey!" exclaimed one of the guards. "What're these guys doing asleep?"

Numbuh 692 smiled confidently. "Well…" He loaded his weapon with batteries. "At least I'll be ready for 'em this time!"

-

Numbuh 1 and Jeffery entered a restroom. "So," Jeffery inquired, "if someone's trying to invade my mind, and you're a projection, that must mean I'm in a dream."

"Isn't it obvious?" Numbuh 1 replied.

"I guess so." Jeffery snapped his fingers to conjure up a cartoon bomb, and then lit it with fire from his hands.

"Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, what do you think you're doing?"

"If you die in a dream, you're sent back to the real world. Ergo, if I die, then I keep the invaders away. It's obvious!"

"How do you know they won't just kill you for real when you return to the real world? If they want to invade your mind, they must be pretty ruthless."

Jeffery paused. "Good point." He then blew out the bomb. "I'm technically stronger here."

"Glad to see you've come to your senses. Now, let's-"

The two heard the sound of a toilet flush. A guard stepped out from one of the stalls, turned around, and noticed Numbuh 1 and Jeffery. "Hey!" the guard said. "You're not supposed to be here!"

Jeffery hurled an energy bolt into the guard's face, knocking him out.

"Careful, now," Numbuh 1 said. "Where there's one, there may be hundreds. Follow me!" Numbuh 1 left the restroom, followed by Jeffery.

-

"VIRGINIA!" Numbuh 692 called out. "YOU AROUND, VIRGINIA?!" A pair of guards came up from behind. Numbuh 692 gasped and kicked one of them in the head, then threw the body into the other one. "Obviously I gave away my position by shouting. There's an easier way to get her attention." Numbuh 692 pulled out his Contacter, a watch converted into a communications device. He pushed a button on the touch-screen that read "CALL", input the code "23" into the keypad, and held the device to his mouth. "Virginia? You around? I got my armor on, now!"

"Numbuh 692? That you?" Numbuh 23 responded. "First of all, you really should call me by my Codenumbuh, 23, and not my name."

"Force of habit."

"Right. Listen, did you encounter another weirdo?"

"Gonna have to be more specific on your definition of weirdo."

"Gal who looks like you."

"Oh, you mean Megan? No, didn't notice her at all. She's not even part of the mission. Any Megan you'd meet would have to be generated by the dream-world, therefore against you. Where are you, any-"

The Contacter beeped, and a graphic appeared reading "INCOMING CONTACT: 1".

"Oh, lovely. Nigel's calling. This'll have to wait."

"I'm gettin' a call, too. I'll see if it's important."

"Right. See ya, Virginia!" He hit the button to turn to Numbuh 1. "What."

"Meet me in the commander's office. We'll continue our plan there."

"Whatever." Numbuh 692 broke contact. He then moved away from the hall.

As he left, Numbuh 12 emerged from the opposite doorway. She saw Numbuh 692 use the door and smiled cheerfully. "Found you, Numbuh 692!" she said. "We have soooo much to catch up on." She skipped through the door after him.

-

Back in the first dream, Numbuh 78 drove along the highway as fast as she could. A couple of black and white cars were in pursuit. She tried to dodge them as best as she could, but after a certain distance, she came across a barricade of cars and soldiers, all aimed directly at her vehicle. Numbuh 78 gasped, then made a sharp left turn.

In the second layer, Numbuh 23 ran through the halls, looking for Numbuh 692. Suddenly, gravity began to shift to the left, knocking her off her feet and sending her flying into a nearby wall. It took a while for her to regain her footing, but in five seconds she was back up. "Can't let this distract me," she said. "I gotta warn the others, especially Numbuh 692!" She immediately ran to the nearest door.

-

Numbuh 35 walked through the halls of the base. "Ugh, this place is waaay too clean," he muttered. "Where's the homemade Kids Next Door feeling?" He then saw a lone guard who was looking for intruders with his rifle pointed forward.

The guard immediately turned around to face Numbuh 35. In response, Numbuh 35 magnetically pulled the rifle away from the guard and into his own hands.

"CHAAAARGE!" he shouted, following the guard through the halls. The two ran through several hallways until reaching a large gate. When the gate opened, a full squad of reinforcements was waiting for Numbuh 35. "Umm…charge?" Numbuh 35 squeaked. The guards immediately cocked their rifles.

Numbuh 35 immediately ran out screaming, trying to dodge the barrage of laser fire. He found a door with a panel on the other side, shot the panel, and the door immediately slid down. However, as the guards fired, the door dented from the impact. Knowing that the door couldn't withstand too much pressure, Numbuh 35 ran as fast as he could, finding a hiding space in a dark room.

However, something in his pocket started to vibrate. He pulled out a walky-talky and put it up to his ear. "Who is it?" he asked.

"This is Numbuh 1. Meet me in the commander's office. I have an idea."

"Roger! Numbuh 35 out!" He broke contact, and ran off to the nearest door.

Behind him was Numbuh 12, still looking for Numbuh 692. "Huh. He's not Numbuh 692," she said to herself. "Oh well!" She skipped in an alternate direction.

Numbuh 1, Numbuh 35, and Jeffery all entered the commander's office, a room with a silver desk and a wide array of monitors. "Any moment now…" Numbuh 1 said.

"What're we waiting for?" Jeffery asked.

"Just wait."

There was a pause.

The door opened to reveal Numbuh 692. "Hey guys! How's it-"

He was immediately charged at by Numbuh 1, pinned to the ground. "Got him!"

"HUH?! What are you doing?!"

"Allow me to introduce you, Jeffery, to the invader."

"Ooh boy!" Jeffery said. "I'm gonna have some fun with you!" He charged up an energy bolt with his hands. Numbuh 692 panicked loudly.

"No!" Numbuh 1 called out. "I have a better idea."

"What's that?"

"We're going to go inside his mind, and pry some information right out of him. Maybe we can find out something he knows that you don't."

"Sounds like a plan…but…how do we do it?"

"Simple." Numbuh 1 conjured up a D.R.E.A.M.M.A.C.H.I.N.E. "This is the same kind of technology he used to get in. We're gonna use it to get in his mind."

"Sounds like a plan!"

"Get to bed, before he breaks free. We'll protect you."

"Right!" Jeffery conjured up a melatonin-spiked bottle of water. He took a few sips from it, yawned, and fell fast asleep.

Numbuh 1 released Numbuh 692, only for 692 to grab hold of him. "HEY!" he shouted. "What's the big idea?! I thought we were supposed to be on the same side!"

"We are," Numbuh 1 replied. "It's just that we can't tell that to Jeffery's face. We're blaming you because you're the most obvious person around."

"But going into my mind?!"

"We're not. We're going into his."

"So…" Numbuh 35 remarked, "…we started off by going into a dream…we're in a dream now…and we're going to go into another dream?"

"Yes, that's right."

"That makes no sense! I can understand two dreams, but three?! That's overkill!"

"It'll get the idea really deep, and that should make him want to join the Kids Next Door even more."

"Fjjt…frgh…GAAAH!" Numbuh 35 yelled. "My brain hurts so much!"

"A natural feeling. Now, let's get this underway!"

The door to the commander's office opened to reveal a frantic Numbuh 23. "Guys! Guys!" she hurriedly spoke. "We've got another invader around, and she looks like and called herself Numbuh 12!"

Numbuh 35 reacted in shock. "N-Numbuh 12?!"

Numbuh 692 was even more shocked. "S-SUMMER?!" He immediately turned to Numbuh 23. "VIRGINIA! Stop messing up our mission with your bad memories!"

"No, no! You don't understand!" she frantically spoke. "She looked more like you, Numbuh 692!"

Numbuh 692 gasped again, face turning blue with shock.

The other operatives turned to Numbuh 692. "Uh…Numbuh 692?" Numbuh 35 asked. "Is there something you're not telling us?"

But Numbuh 692 didn't say anything. All that came out of his mouth were vocalizations of pure terror.

"Hmm…this changes everything," Numbuh 1 said. "Numbuh 3 and Numbuh 4 told me all about her. Someone should stay on guard in case she finds us. We're a bunch of sitting ducks when we're asleep."

"Me!" Numbuh 35 blurted out. "I was there when Numbuh 12 betrayed us, and I'd like nothing more than to show her how we deal with traitors!"

"But…but…if you wanted to get her out of the dream world…" Numbuh 692 stammered, "…you'd have to…have to…"

"Okay, Numbuh 692…I'm sending Numbuh 23 to keep an eye on you," Numbuh 1 instructed. "The way you're acting, and the way Numbuh 23 says Numbuh 12 looks, you're quite suspect. Now quick! We need to plant that thought as soon as we can before she finds us!" Numbuh 1 put on his headset and conjured up a glass of water.

"I'll make sure she doesn't get you," Numbuh 35 assured.

"Umm…" Numbuh 692 said, putting on his headset and picking up a glass given to him by Numbuh 23, "…alright."

The remaining operatives drank up, fell asleep, and the teleportation began once more.

The operatives had dropped into a snowy mountain range. Numbuh 1 and Jeffery climbed up a hill, wearing their snowsuits. Upon reaching the top, they saw an outpost.

"There," Numbuh 1 said. "That's where we need to go. If we can reach the central core of the base, we can find out just why he wanted to invade your mind."

"Gotcha," Jeffery replied. "Won't it be guarded?"

"Don't worry." Numbuh 1 conjured up a large cannon. "I'm sure we can find a way to deal with them."

"Oooh! Hehheh, got it!" The two rushed to the base.

-

Meanwhile, having dropped closer to the fortress, Numbuh 692 and Numbuh 23 were setting up a sniping point.

"By the way," Numbuh 23 asked, "why ya so interested in Numbuh 12?"

"I'm not interested in her," Numbuh 692 muttered.

"Don't give me that. I think I know why. She hurt you. And now you want to hurt her back."

"This isn't about revenge."

"Liar!"

"I don't wanna talk about it!"

"Well than just shoot her already when you see her!"

"NO!" Numbuh 692 smashed a nearby window. "NOOO!"

Numbuh 23 held her hands to her mouth, surprised at how hard he was taking it.

"…you want to know why I'm seeing her?" Numbuh 692 said. "It's simple. We liked each other. A lot. I mean, like-liked each other."

Numbuh 23 pointed and laughed. "692 and 12, sittin' in a tree! H-U-G-G-I-N-G!"

"Haha. Very funny. Here, let me make a suggestion for another: Thomas' got a girlfriend that he'll never see again!"

Numbuh 23 stopped. "Oh."

"We were very close to each other. She was one of the only people I really understood. That's what, even now, hurts to this day. She didn't even say goodbye. She didn't leave gracefully. If I never saw her again because she got decommissioned, I would've understood. Some of my best friends are decommissioned. But did she have to turn on us?! That explanation, that she'd have to work for them sooner or later, that's not true! She didn't have to work for them! She could've just said no! That's why I hate teenagers. When you grow up, you die and some stupid jerk takes your place!"

"So just shoot her next time you see her!"

"NO, I CANT!" Numbuh 692 tried to regain his composure. "I mean, what I meant to say was that I still like to think there's hope. Maybe she hates being a teenager. Maybe she's working against them behind their backs. What if, by chance, she's still the same old Summer I knew from before, and we can still be together?"

"Someone's in denial." Numbuh 23 moved closer to Numbuh 692. "Look, I miss her too. But I've moved on from the whole thing. If I see her, I'll give her a piece of my mind. Because I looked at her eyes, and I can tell she's not the same anymore. Don't let yer crush get in the way of the mission."

"I…I guess. But don't hurt her too hard."

-

Back in the real world. Numbuh 202 watched the others carefully, making sure they didn't wake up prematurely. Just then, the driver made an announcement. "Next stop, Trevor Road 123rd Avenue Southwest."

Numbuh 202 perked up. "Oh crud!" she blurted. "That's where Jeffery lives!" She plugged a stereo speaker into the D.R.E.A.M.M.A.C.H.I.N.E. and pushed the play button. The sound of a school bell emitted from the speaker.

Back in the third layer, a noise could be heard in the background. A slow, deep clanging noise. "Uh oh," Numbuh 1 blurted.

An avalanche erupted from the field, causing the two children to fall screaming, swept up from the snowstorm. The cannon Numbuh 1 had conjured was lost in the blizzard. When the wave of snow reached the bottom, the two came up out of the snow. "Anyone get the number of that phone?" Jeffery said wearily.

"This is bad."

"Bad? Why?"

"Because we've been spotted! The invader knows we're here and will stop at nothing to make sure we come back empty-handed. That noise is an attempt to thrust us out. We've got only a few moments, let's hurry!"

-

The effects of the speaker were not only heard in the third layer. As Numbuh 78 drove the go-van through the road, she heard that same noise, except much louder. The road began to crumble underneath her, revealing a large body of water below. Numbuh 78 yelped and tried to direct herself away from the breakaway road, driving the van in an erratic pattern. She turned constantly, trying to avoid the fractures. Eventually, however, the road broke away in front of her, causing her to tumble into the abyss below.

In the second layer, Numbuh 35 was carefully guarding the others. "I don't get it," he said to himself. "Where's Numbuh 12? She's gotta have been here by now. What gives?"

Suddenly, the floor began to fall beneath him, almost as if gravity had lost its effectiveness. To make a bad situation worse, a squad of three guards arrived in the room, each wearing heavy armor and carrying advanced weaponry.

"No way am I letting you get to them!" Numbuh 35 said. However, he found it hard trying to move around in the zero-g room. Meanwhile, the guards had no impediment in their aim, landing a well-placed shot on him, which sent him flying into a wall. Numbuh 35 pushed himself off the wall, and tried doggy paddling through the air. He reached a guard and gave him a swift kick, then tried moving to another guard and prepared to deliver a punch. However, he wasn't using his arms to move, so he tumbled around aimlessly. The guard, meanwhile, charged at him.

-

Back in the third layer, Numbuh 1 and Jeffery reached the edge of the fortress. Numbuh 1 held up a fishing rod with a magnet attached to the hook, and cast a line at the wall. "Grab on!" he ordered Jeffery, who climbed onto Numbuh 1's back. Numbuh 1 pulled the two up with the rod, grabbed the magnet, and began a climb.

After a while, the two reached a window. Numbuh 1 conjured up a rock and threw it at the window, sounding the alarm. Guards in snow gear piled through the room and took aim at the two. Numbuh 1 and Jeffery charged at the guards, Numbuh 1 delivering an uppercut to one, then kicking it away. Jeffery played it safe and delivered a flurry of energy bolts from his hands. Numbuh 1 took hold of a guard and threw him out the open window, then turned around and punched another guard in the stomach. Jeffery held his hands together, building up energy, then fired a larger bolt at a trio of guards.

However, no matter what they did, the guards kept piling in. "There's too many of them!" Jeffery exclaimed.

"They're just distractions! We need to find the central core!"

"But how are we supposed to do that when there are so many of them?"

Suddenly, a barrage of long, pink beams fired upon the guards, making them disappear. Those beams came from Numbuh 23 and Numbuh 692 at the sniping point, Numbuh 692 making his usual battle cries. The beams continued to pick off the guards, giving Numbuh 1 and Jeffery ample time to escape.

In the first layer, Numbuh 78 continued to plummet, drawing ever closer to the water below. In the second layer, Numbuh 35 was thrust to the ceiling. He couldn't seem to get back down despite his efforts. The guard who did the job floated up to him, ready to shoot at point blank range. Numbuh 35 smiled and bounced right off the guard, leaving the guard prone in the air.

In the third layer, Numbuh 692 continued to watch as Numbuh 1 and Jeffery made their way to the central core. "One at the top floor!" Numbuh 23 instructed. Numbuh 692 fired. "One at the edge of the wall!" Another shot. "Two near the gate!" Two shots, each directed at a specific guard.

Numbuh 1 and Jeffery trudged on through, before coming across a room with a large steel door. "Could it be?" Jeffery asked.

"Yes," Numbuh 1 replied. "The central core room."

"There's a keypad over there. What do we do?"

Numbuh 1 moved up to the door and rapidly hit the buttons.

"What're you doing?"

"Trying every possible combination. Something has to turn up at some point."

"Yeah!" Numbuh 692 cheered. "They made it! We're gonna get a new member!"

"Uh oh!" Numbuh 23 panicked. "Heads up at the door!"

Numbuh 692 turned. When he saw it, his pupils shrank. "No…it can't be….It's…SUMMER!"

True enough, it was the strange Numbuh 12, wearing a winter coat and holding a pistol. She walked up calmly to the two, the others not noticing her.

"What're ya waitin' for!?" Numbuh 23 hurriedly said. "Shoot her!"

"I…can't!" Numbuh 692 meeped.

Numbuh 12 inched closer.

"What? Why not?"

"She's…she's my friend!"

Numbuh 12 took aim.

"She's not your friend anymore! She's a traitor!"

"But…what if she's…"

Jeffery turned around, and finally noticed her.

"Hello, boys," Numbuh 12 said, firing a dart at Jeffery, thus causing him to fall over.

"NOOOOOOO!" Numbuh 692 screamed.

"Oh, for crying out loud!" Numbuh 23 took aim and fired at Numbuh 12, knocking her down and causing her to disappear.

"JEFFEREY!" Numbuh 692 jumped out the window, activated his Jet Thrusters, and descended to the ground below. Numbuh 23 teleported to his position. "Is he…is he?"

"No," Numbuh 1 replied. "He hasn't disappeared, so he's not dead. He's probably asleep."

"Do-o-oh!" Numbuh 692 began shaking Jeffery. "Jeffery, wake up! Jeffery!"

"Tranquilizer. He's out like a light."

"…get me and Virginia a D.R.E.A.M.M.A.C.H.I.N.E.! Now!"

"What for?"

"If I go into his mind and free him, we can still recruit him. You stay here."

"Roger." Numbuh 1 conjured a D.R.E.A.M.M.A.C.H.I.N.E. and hooked up Numbuh 692, Jeffery and Numbuh 23. Numbuh 23 conjured up a pair of melatonin-filled water glasses, the two drank up, and fell asleep, beginning another journey.

The area they landed in was a neighborhood in ruin, houses in rows demolished. The sky was lined up with grey clouds that looked like they could rain at any minute. Numbuh 23 was taken aback at what she saw. "What…" she asked, "…is this?"

"This?" Numbuh 692 responded. "It's my neighborhood."

"Your…neighborhood? How'd it get this way?"

"I don't wanna talk about it. There's a good reason I left it to come to where I am now. But if you're looking for clues, know that Father isn't the only ruthless dictator around."

Numbuh 23 shivered. Someone who was just like, if not worse than Father?

"Well, here's my house." The two arrived at a two-story building which had faded brown paint, a roof with a hole in it, and a window that was smashed. "It used to look a lot better in my dreams. Losing your girlfriend can do that to you."

Numbuh 692 pulled the doorknob, but when he did, the door fell to the ground, eliciting a yelp from Numbuh 23. The two walked in slowly, witnessing the walls with holes in them, the shattered windows, and the dead flowers.

At last, the two came across the living room, a roomy area with a carpet filled with stains, bookcases fallen to the floor, and ripped couches. Sitting on one of the couches were two people, one was Jeffery, tied up by purple energy ropes, and as for the other?

"Summer," Numbuh 692 said.

"Hi, Thomas." Numbuh 12 said. "I missed you."

"Not sure if the feeling's quite mutual. Let him go."

"Why would I want to do that?"

"As a favor to a friend."

"You mean the one who abandoned me?"

"Me? Abandon you?! You're the one who abandoned me!"

"Tell you what?" Numbuh 12 moved closer to Numbuh 692 and hugged him. "I'll let him go, if you do me a favor."

"And what would that be?"

"Stay with me. I miss you, and I know you miss me. We're four layers in. I know you don't like the other people, especially not Nigel. So if you promise to be with me forever and ever, you don't have to be with them anymore, and we can forget about this silly argument between kids and adults. Please?"

Numbuh 692 contemplated it for a moment, then let Numbuh 12's grip go. "You're right. I do miss you. You're probably one of the few people who understands me that's not like me, so to speak. But…"

"But?"

"I have a duty. A duty to my friends. I'm not saying I'm replacing you or anything, but I can't let them down."

Numbuh 12 clenched her fist.

"They need me. And I…I need them. You will always be my first non-normal friend, but there are good reasons as to why I can't see you anymore. So I'm gonna have to say…no thanks."

Numbuh 12 grabbed Numbuh 692 and threw him into a wall. She rushed up close to him and started beating on him repeatedly, delivering hit after hit, screaming "Stay with me! Stay with me!" mindlessly.

However, a bolt of energy hit her, causing her to fall over and disappear. When she did, Numbuh 692 got a clear view of the assailant: Numbuh 23. "Yer girlfriend's really scary!" she retorted.

Numbuh 692 snarked. "She's not the only one to fall for me then go evil. I think I'm some kinda doom magnet."

Numbuh 23 broke the energy ropes, freeing Jeffery. "Thanks, guys!" he said.

"No prob! Now…how do we get outta here?"

"I know how, but you're not gonna like it."

"What's the worst it could be?"

Jeffery smirked evilly. Numbuh 692 smiled sweetly.

His terrified screams could be heard as the three plummeted from high above, having teleported up there. When the three hit the pavement, they woke up back in the third layer.

"Good! You're awake," Numbuh 1 observed. "Listen, I think that keypad isn't really a keypad. It's really a fingerprint scanner. I've tried every single combination, and I still can't get it."

"Well," Numbuh 692 said as he walked up to the scanner, "time for the princess to put on her glass slipper!" He punched the keypad with the numbers 4-1-1-2.

"ACCESS DENIED" the keypad read.

"Aww…come on! There's no way, that's ridiculous, you got to be joking!"

"Well, in that thing's defense, you did say 'princess'," Numbuh 23 said, inputting the numbers 1-1-3-8.

"ACCESS DENIED"

"Well, I'm gonna try it," Jeffery said. "If this doesn't work, we're getting a guard." He input the numbers 4-2-2-2.

"ACCESS APPROVED"

The door opened up to reveal a familiar sight to Jeffery: his father. "D…Dad?"

"Hello, son," Mr. Millstone said to Jeffery. "How are you?"

"Umm…I'm…kinda…"

"No, go on, let it out."

"Well…I met these people, and I…kinda want to spend more time with them, but…if I do, you…"

"Listen, son." Mr. Millstone put his hand on Jeffery's shoulder. "It doesn't matter what you end up doing in life, or who you meet. I'm sure you're doing something great. Whatever it is you want to do, I'll support you all the way."

"Really?"

"Absolutely. You're my son, after all. We have to stick together."

"O...okay. Okay!"

Numbuh 23 shed a few tears. Numbuh 692 let out waterfalls of tears.

Back in the first layer, the go-van continued to plummet, reaching ever the closer to the pool. In the second layer, Numbuh 35 was pinned to another wall. "Now what'dya hafta say for yourself, Kiddy?" the guard said.

Numbuh 35 smirked. "Self-destruct in ten…" He started to glow. "..nine…"

In the third layer, a group of guards spotted the group.

"…eight…"

Those guards then pulled their triggers…

"…seven…"

…and fired upon the children…

"…six…"

…each shot hitting successfully…

"…five…"

…which caused them all to wake up.

"…four…"

They quickly noticed a brilliant light…

"…three…"

…which was emanating from Numbuh 35…

"…two…"

…so they plugged their fingers into their ears.

"…ONE…"

Numbuh 35 exploded, taking everyone within the blast radius with him. This woke the operatives up in the first layer, just in time for them to fall into the pool.

At this point, all the operatives and Jeffery were awake, the sound of a school bell ringing in their ears. Numbuh 202 turned off the speaker, letting them wake up normally.

"Report!" Numbuh 1 interjected.

"Numbuh 202 reporting!"

"Numbuh 78 reporting!"

"Numbuh 35 reporting!"

"Numbuh 23 reporting!"

"Captain 692 reporting for duty!"

"I'm here, too," said Jeffery, "although I'm not a member of your group."

"Well, that can change," Numbuh 1 replied. "Do you want to help us fight adult tyranny in all its forms?"

"Yeah…yeah I kinda do! I'm gonna make my father proud!"

"Splendid!" He pulled out a walky-talky and spoke into it. "Attention, Antarctic Base crew? We've got another one. Requesting dustoff."

Meanwhile, Numbuh 692 was talking on his wrist-communicator. "Hello, Megan?"

"Oh! You should've been there!" Numbuh 450 said excitedly. "I went to Japan and I got to see all the sights, and, and, I got to fight off Tiger Mom's forces, oh gosh that was so fun, and I got to meet the Japanese Kids Next Door and they were really nice and-"

"Okay, okay, I'll hear about it when you pick me up. Basically, requesting dustoff."

"Oka-a-ay! I'll be right there!" She broke contact.

Numbuh 692 turned around, noticing Numbuh 23 talking to Numbuh 35. 692 walked up to them. "Oh, Virginia?"

"'Sup?" She replied.

"My real name is Thomas."

"I remember; I heard it from that weirdo Numbuh 12. Why are you tellin' me that?"

"Oh, just thought it'd come in handy one day."

"Whatever." Numbuh 23 paused. "So…tell me more about your neighborhood."

"Why do you wanna know?"

"Might come in handy one day." Numbuh 23 winked.

"Oh, it's a long story. Don't worry…I'll tell you everything."

End Transmission

I WARNED YOU ABOUT THE DERIVATIVENESS. I TOLD YOU, DOG.

Now that that's out of the way...

""Okay, Thomas," Numbuh 692 thought, "get your act together. Reality warping powers? That's for kittens!"" Captain Thomas is in control throughout the entire scene. The scene is too similar to DBZ Abridged Vegeta... suiting up. This really isn't my best work.

"Numbuh 692 was even more shocked. "S-SUMMER?!"" I don't think we ever got an official full name from her. In my series, it's Summer Greenfield. If there's a more canon name for her, I'll correct it. I doubt there is, she's basically one step up from a background character.

"NO!" Numbuh 692 smashed a nearby window. "NOOO!" Star Trek First Contact. I don't even like the movie.

""…you want to know why I'm seeing her?" Numbuh 692 said." Two things here. For one, Captain Thomas is speaking throughout most of this scene. For another, a Jazz song plays that will become the theme when the two are together. I imagine the song being similar to Fragrance of Dark Coffee from Phoenix Wright because I don't have a composer. In particular, the arrangement here is based off the first verse from the Gyakuten Meets Orchestra version.

"But don't hurt her too hard."" Numbuh 692 says the last line. From now on, I will refer to 692's personality as "Silly Thomas", while I refer to Captain Thomas as "Serious Thomas."

""NOOOOOOO!" Numbuh 692 screamed." This specific NOOOOO was based off 1999 Dub Trunks' NOOOOO when Android 18 breaks Vegeta's arm.

""…get me and Virginia a D.R.E.A.M.M.A.C.H.I.N.E.! Now!"" Serious Thomas speaking. He stays serious for most of the rest of this scene.

""No prob! Now…how do we get outta here?"" Silly Thomas is back.

" 4-1-1-2" April 1st 2012. The day Toonami was revived. It'd be a good day for an anime guy like Thomas.

"1-1-3-8." THX-1138.

""Oh, Virginia?"" Serious Thomas is serious to the end.