A/n: I cannot express how sorry I am for making everyone who's reading this wait. School's been jam-packed (Thanks a lot Mrs. Sharp XP) and I've got other stuff I need to do. Now to respond to those reviews:
Gir101: I'm glad to know you think this is a cool story. And thank you for the Mission idea, it made something in my mind click and now the third mission is based off of your suggestion. Thank you for jump-starting my brain. It needed it.
tater06: Y'know, before you said it, I never noticed the friendships in here, but now I see it. Here, you can dull your curiosity by learning the 2nd task.
randomzchicka: Well, there's still more to come, but I've updated it. So it's tecnically not finished, but it's updated! Thank you for calling my story awesome
I luv reviews...now onto the story!
[Connection Reestablished][Continuing Transmission]
Pictures danced across his mind. His friend, a black van speeding down the road, two rainbow monkeys, one green and the other orange, frolicking in the field. As the last one flashed by, he sat up with a start, heart beating.
"What the crud? Why am I'm dreaming about cruddy rainbow dorkies?" He questioned disgusted. That's when he saw he was holding a green rainbow monkey in his hand. He was about to toss it across the room when it all started rushing back to him. He lowered his arm and laid back down. He tossed and turned but couldn't get back to sleep.
"I guess I'll watch some TV." He concluded. As he walked to the door, he lifted his hand to rub his eye. When his fingers made contact with his face, he was startled.
"Why is my face wet?"
~*~*~ She wandered around the treehouse, going to one room in particular. Once she reached the closed door, she walked right through it, being a ghost and all.
"Hello? Anyone here?" She asked. Over a few hundred pairs of eyes glared at her. "I-I'm so sorry." She started crying. One jumped down and chattered at her angrily. She just rubbed her eyes.
"I'm sorry I wasn't here, I kinda…" She thought for a bit, "died." She finished. The hamster rolled its eyes. He went up to her and tried to poke her, but instead his paws just met air. He backed away like a kid who was being forced to eat broccoli and looked at her sadly.
"Don't worry, I'm just here so I can teach you how to feed yourselves while I'm away." she told not only the hamster on the floor, but to all the starving hamsters in their wheels. She told her ten most trustworthy hamsters to follow her.
"Ok guys, will you promise me not to eat any food till we get it to the others?" She asked as they traveled through the treehouse. They all gave her a 'thumbs-up.'" she smiled. Once they reached the room, she instructed them how to open the door: by standing on each other's shoulders and letting the one at the top of the line to twist the knob.
"Ok, now, two of you to each seed station, you'll need both of you to drag it back to the others." She instructed them as the door opened. Their eyes grew round with amazement and their stomachs growled with agreement. She looked at them worriedly. They snapped out of their trance and went to do their jobs. There were five giant piles of different types of seeds, like sunflower seeds, in different places. Two hamsters were at each, shoveling seeds into canvas bags to take back to their hungry friends.
"Ok, lets get back before anyone wakes up." She told them as they hauled the bags that were four times their size and weight back to the powuh generator room. Once there, all the hamsters watched as the chosen ten spilled the seeds in the center of the room, mixed them up, and motioned for them to eat. Soon, there was a wiggling pile of fur on the ground. Numbuh three smiled, then motioned to something just outside the door.
A lot of half-visible blueish figures ran through the door (literally) and jumped onto the wheels, keeping the powuh to the treehouse coming. She smiled at the ghosts. The living hamsters looked either ready to faint or grab half-shaken-up pop cans and spray them.
"Don't worry, just eat." She soothed them.
~*~*~
"What's going on in there?" He questioned as he went up to the powuh room. He opened the door and saw every hamster on the ground, eating from a giant pile of seeds. In the wheels, however, there where hamster ghosts, the same ones that tried to take Numbuh 3 so that she would live with them forever. He saw her fleeting shape.
"Numbuh three!" He called. The barley visible girl turned around and looked at him.
"Wally! Make sure they can get their food everyday and that the ghosties are here to powuh up the treehouse when they are eating." She commanded him as she faded away. She tried to walk up to him, but she was gone before she was even halfway there. All the hamsters looked over to the boy who stood in the door way and shot him a saddened look. Even the hamsters knew. Numbuh 3 did come to them and spoke to them everyday, and her favorite topic was him, other than rainbow monkeys.
"Ok Kuki." He agreed and left. Sitting at the TV, he flipped through the different stations, but when he reached a certain one, he couldn't help but to choke on air. Even though this channel disgusted him, he couldn't come to change it. That's how the boy who had just walked into the room knew that the realization had come to Numbuh Four. He knew Numbuh four couldn't stand the rainbow monkey channel.
"Wow, that must've messed you up, huh?" He spoke sympathetically as he sat down to the Australian. Numbuh four glanced up at his pudgy friend and put the sleeve of his hoody to his face to try to eliminate the tears sitting there. Numbuh two just patted his shoulder to try to comfort the smaller boy, who just shrugged off the hand. Numbuh two just kept the worried expression on his face.
"I could've saved her, Numbuh two, but I wasn't there in time." Numbuh two was not expecting him to say anything, but after he had processed what Numbuh four was saying, he just hung his head and sighed.
"It's ok, Numbuh four. She'd understand." Numbuh two tried to make his saddened teammate feel better, but it failed. All it did to Numbuh four was made him throw the remote across the room in frustration. The next thing they heard startled them.
"I notice you two are awake." Their Leaduh seeming came out of nowhere and sat down in a recliner not to far away. Adjusting his sunglasses on his nose, he continued. "We need to be at Moonbase in an hour. We'd better get ready. Numbuh two, go wake up Numbuh five." he got up and went back to his room. Numbuh two looked over to Numbuh four.
"I'll walk with you to your room." Numbuh two said as he got off the couch and stretched, soon followed by the other boy.
~*~*~
"Come on! Just let me go so I can become un-dead!" She yelled at blank walls of the room.
"I've told you, for the last one, you'll have to wait, or you will not succeed." The voice tried explaining for the eleventy-seventh time. Numbuh three just crossed her arms and sat back down in the corner, and started to pout.
"So, explain again what I need to do? I wanna make sure I can get it done as fast as possible." She commanded.
"Ok, you must go to the Moonbase and get everyone to believe that you will come back, but yet you cannot be seen by any operative."
"Any operative?" She asked.
"Yes, I guess I can send you now, remember: get everyone to believe, but don't get caught."
"Don't worry, I won't let any of my teammates see me." She smiled, a plan forming in her mind.
Real A/n: Yay! She's got the second task done. I cannot really comment moar, because I wrote most of this last week, and therefore I cannot remember much about it, even though I read over it not over a few moments ago. But there is one thing that scared me, and it's not in the story. I came up with the main idea for this little chappie here in church. The main plot for the story was thought up in church. Am I crazy or do my ideas come only when I'm bored to tears in church?!? Ugh, that made my brain expload.
Ok, that was...weird? anyway, I have all challenges planned out *cough*last part*cough* so I'm happy. Plus this is somewhat of a filler chapter, hence why it's shorter. I hope it's ok, I don't feel like editing it now...Ugh, school work, i hate it when a teacher makes you read 48 pages of a small print book in two days, especially when the type is all like, messed up. If you've ever read 'Treasure Island' you'd understand.
I think I might end this here...Oh wait, I just have to post this here, it's too random not to post. Ok, I drew a picture of Kuki in my notebook, and it was a 2 panel comic of her begging me to learn how o draw Wally, in the first panel, she was kinda shy looking and she was saying, 'Hey, can you learn how to draw Wally? Please draw him...' and the second picture she said '...or else' and She was totaly threatening to punch me! So I learned how to draw him so I wouldn't feel the wrath of Kuki Sanban!
...If you understood or even cared what the paragraph above this one said, kudos to you...I'm just gonna leave now...before I cause any more harm to anyone's brains...
