Disclaimer: I don't own Codename: Kids Next Door and I make no profit from this fan work

Disclaimer: I don't own Codename: Kids Next Door and I make no profit from this fan work. I'm just a geek, with a tad too much spare time, having a little fun. Like playing with action figures.

I know you've been waiting awhile for this. Thank you for being patient. My life is kinda hectic and I don't always have time to do what I like (like writing). I hope you enjoy this.

Note: dialogue that is underlined (like this) is what is spoken in Wana-wanese. I tried to use brackets last time, but they didn't show up.

Chapter 3: Wana-wana Rhapsody

Numbuh 4 was hard at work cleaning up mustard. Thankfully, he didn't really have to use the soup-spoon. The people who lived there took pity on him and let him use their yard-tools and cleaning supplies to clean up the mess. In fact, he already got the living room emptied, and was using their steam-cleaner on the carpets.

'Well, at least I'll have this room done then. The place'll still smell like a deli, though' thought Wally, as he finished cleaning the living room carpet.

It was at this moment that the house's owners, Mr. and Mrs. Perkins, came in with a glass and plate.

"Ok, nice job! You can take a break for a few minutes" Mr. Perkins informed Wally.

"We made you a salami sandwich, I figured why waste all this mustard, and got you a glass of lemonade" Mrs. Perkins offered.

"Wow Thanks!" exclaimed Wally as he hungrily took the refreshments.

As he sat down, he looked at the nice people who, earlier that day, were furious at him, and whose home he practically destroyed. "Umm…Listen I'm not good at apologizin' n' stuff, but I'm really sorry about trashing this place, earlier" he timidly apologized.

"Well, we were pretty angry for awhile, but you're doing a pretty good job of cleaning it all up, now. And, it took a lot of courage to come back for that. Though, I have no idea what made you think you could fix everything with a soup-spoon" Mr. Perkins explained.

"Uh, yeah pretty silly, huh?" nervously agreed Wally (who neglected to tell them about Abigail's orders).

"And, you did kinda save our son from that weirdo in a cape!" Mrs. Perkins added.

Wally took a few bites from his sandwich and washed it down with a sip of lemonade.

"So tell us about yourself, 'Number 4', is it?" Mr. Perkins asked.

And so, Wally had a nice conversation with Mr. and Mrs. Perkins before he returned to work.

--

Back on the island, Tak, Tok, and Nigel were traveling through a dense forest on their way to Mt. Wana. While Nigel was focused on the mission, Tak and Tok were planning ways to have fun at Nigel's expense. "Messing with foreigners" was a favourite pastime of theirs.

As soon as they had made it to the foot of the volcano, Tak ran up and slapped the back of Nigel's head.

"It's for good luck" Tok explained, as Nigel shot Tak a death glare.

Nigel gave Tok a puzzled look.

"Don't you slap someone for luck in your country?" asked Tok, innocently.

"No, we don't" Nigel stated simply as he decided to give them the benefit of a doubt and focus on his mission.

As soon as Nigel's back was turned, the two brothers immediately started snickering.

"Anyway, we're here. Just remember, Father is extremely dangerous! We need to be at out utmost caution here" lectured Nigel.

Tak and Tok nodded in agreement as they led Nigel around Mt. Wana, both of their minds still on new ways to aggravate him for their own amusement.

--

Meanwhile, Rachel, Tika, and Kuki were searching the city for any leads toward Father's whereabouts. While they all took this mission seriously, there was still a general feeling of "girls hanging out together" that made the investigation rather fun.

"Where should we look, Numbuh 362?' asked Kuki

"I don't know. Father could be anywhere?" replied Rachel.

"What exactly does this 'Father' look like?" asked Tika.

"Well, he looks like a demonic silhouette of a stereotypical dad, engulfed in flame, smoking a pipe" explained Rachel.

Tika's face displayed an expression of horror and astonishment.

"Yeah, he's pretty frightening" agreed Rachel.

As Tika tried to get over the fact that the enemy they were looking for is apparently much more terrifying then she had first imagined, Rachel spied ahead looking for any sign that Father might be at any of the nearby places. Then she saw it, right in front of a small knick-knack shop across the street.

"There it is!" exclaimed Rachel to her comrades.

"What?" asked Kuki.

"Scorch marks" answered Rachel as her eyes narrowed in recognition.

It was right in front of the door to the shop. The scorch marks were too small for most people to care about, but for Rachel, they stuck out like a sore thumb. They were exactly the same size as the ones Father's feet tended to make on the ground as he walked. Rachel was sure that these scorch marks were created the same way. She had found her lead.

"Let's go!" she insisted as she drug Kuki and Tika toward her new destination, still unaware of what Rachel had just deduced.

--

Meanwhile at the volcano, Nigel, Tak, and Tok had been exploring a network of caves throughout the mountain. It seemed like the type of place where Father would love to set up a base at. It was full of creepy tunnels just barely lit by the magma bubbling off in the distance.

The three boys had navigated toward one of the more stable areas, when the two locals decided to have a little more fun with their visiting friend.

"It's looking dangerous. Now would be a good time to present you with a special talisman" offered Tok.

"Talisman?" asked Nigel.

Tok held up a special bamboo sign on a rope. "Yes, traditionally, when a group of warriors are on a dangerous mission, one of them wears this special charm to protect them from danger. We'd like you to wear this" he elaborated.

"Wow, I'm honoured! Um, so what does it say?" Nigel asked as he put on the special object.

"It's , a special incantation that wards off evil" claimed Tok as Tak was behind him trying hard not to laugh.

The "special incantation" was actually the phrase "Kick Me" written in Wana-wanese.

"Wow, cool! Now let's get back to OW!" Nigel exclaimed as Tak kicked him solidly on the rear.

"That activates the talisman" explained Tok.

"Of course" muttered Nigel as he recovered from the "ritual". He was having serious doubts about whether his new travel companions were being truthful to him, or merely having fun at his expense.

But suddenly he spied a dark corridor, where a he could see certain familiar silhouette off in the distance. His eyes narrowed, as he put his current grievances aside and shifted himself into "business mode".

"This way! I think I see him" Nigel announced at the two native boys.

Tak and Tok nodded, and silently followed him down the tunnel careful not to be spotted.

--

The girls entered the store. There didn't seem to be anything unusual. It was just a nice store designed to sell souvenirs to tourists. There were many items made from sea-shells, mugs and t-shirts with the Wana-wanese flag, even beach towels depicting Mt. Wana adorning the walls. But, one thing that was missing was any sign of Father.

The store was run by a small chubby boy, about roughly 10 or 11 years old. He welcomed them to the store in English.

"Hello, welcome to my store. We have a fine selection of island trinkets for discerning visitors like yourselves. Might I interest any of you in a seashell necklace" he offered holding up a necklace made from various types of shells.

"Ooh pretty!" reacted Kuki.

"I'm afraid were not here to shop. I'm wondering if you've seen anything suspicious around your store" Rachel inquired.

"Um…suspicious?" the boy nervously responded.

"George? Is that you?" suddenly asked Tika.

"Tika? Wow, I didn't recognize you wearing that" George replied.

"I usually don't dress like this, around here. Usually, I wear a nice business outfit in town, my uniform at school, and traditional island garments at festivals or when I greet tourists. This is probably the first time he's seen me in regular street clothes" Tika explained to Rachel.

"Hello George. I'm Numbuh 362, and this is Numbuh 3. We're from the KND, and we're investigating sightings of the villain known as Father. Judging by the scorch-marks near your store, we have reason to believe he's been here. Have you seen anything suspicious?" Rachel asked very professionally.

"Um… Scorch-marks?! There's no scorch-marks!" replied George nervously.

Rachel could tell George was hiding something.

"Numbuh 3, why don't you ask George about this" suggested Rachel.

Kuki shrugged. She didn't know why Rachel thought she'd have better luck, but she was willing to try.

"Hi Georgie!" Kuki exclaimed batting her eyelashes. "Could you pleeeease answer the question. Pretty please with sugar on top!" Kuki pleaded in her sweetest sounding voice with her best "sad cute face", her large eyes locked onto George's for maximum effect.

George was blushing excessively. His cheeks were tomato red. "Um…Ok, I'll …I'll talk" George nervously yielded.

Tika stood in amazement. She looked over at Rachel, but Rachel just had a calm smirk on her face.

"That's her specialty" Rachel whispered to Tika. 'Wow Nigel was right! She really is handy to have along on missions like this' Rachel thought to herself.

George sighed, and took out a large cardboard box from underneath the counter. He opened it slightly and took out a colorful rocket, which he displayed to the girls.

"I've kinda been selling these to certain costumers" he sheepishly explained.

"GEORGE! That's illegal!" chastised Tika.

Rachel looked confused so Tika decided to clarify.

"That's one of the few laws we do have here that separate kids and adults. You have to be a certain age to buy and sell fireworks. It's a safety rule, you understand" Tika elaborated.

"I know but these are just so cool! I was trying them out last night, and they were amazing!" George defended.

"Wait so those scorch-marks…?" asked Rachel.

"Caused by the fireworks" confirmed George.

"I see" responded Rachel, hanging her head in disappointment. "Well, if you see any demonic looking father-figures engulfed in flame, be sure to contact us" she added.

"I think if I see that, I'll be too busy hiding under the counter" responded a very shocked storekeeper.

As Rachel and Kuki left the store Tika gave George a very stern disapproving look.

"I'll get rid of the fireworks, Ok?" offered George.

Tika smiled and nodded her approval, then promptly followed the other two girls out the door.

"Sorry you didn't find the answers you were looking for, Rachel" apologized Tika.

Rachel sighed. "It's alright. I just hope the boys are having better luck than us" she added lackadaisically.

--

And on that note, let us return to the volcano, where Tak, Nigel, and Tok are still slowly sneaking through the tunnel. Very cautiously, they made their way to the mysterious shadow they saw in the distance. They knew they couldn't risk being seen, but if that was Father, they had to get visual confirmation. They had just made it to the entrance to what appeared to be a large cavern inside the mountain.

"This might be dangerous. I'll go on ahead, you two stay here to keep watch" Nigel ordered.

The other two boys nodded their agreement, as Nigel stealthily entered the cavern. That's when he saw it, the same familiar shadow of the thin, pipe-smoking form that belonged to his greatest nemesis. He sharply turned around, and found that this shadow was of none other than…

SOME GUY!

That's right! The owner of that shadow was certainly not Father. His shapes and proportions were the same, but his facial features (noticeable because this guy was not a flaming silhouette) were completely different from those of Benedict Uno, not that Father spent much time in his "human" form anyway. The man was busily studying the rocks ahead, and in front of him, was a canvas on an easel.

"Oh, for crying out loud!" exclaimed Nigel, startling the artist.

"Whoa, kid. You scared me! What's wrong?" the unknown man asked as he picked up his dropped paintbrush.

"Oh, um sorry sir. I thought you were someone else. Have you seen anyone who looks like a nightmare version of Ward Cleaver around here?" questioned Nigel.

"Oh goodness no. I've just been here painting these rock formations all day. I'll let you know if I see him, though" replied the friendly painter.

"Ok, thanks anyway" sighed Nigel as he returned defeated to his allies. 'I wonder how the others are doing back home' he absently thought to himself.

--

That evening, at the Perkins residence, Wally had just finished cleaning up all the mustard and was just setting back out.

"Thanks for cleaning up" bid Mr. Perkins.

"This was my fault. It was the least I could do. Oh, and thanks for the advice" replied Wally.

"So, are you going to tell her?" asked Mr. Perkins.

"Yeah, it's like you said. I'm never going to know how she feels, unless I talk to her about it. I'm going to tell her as soon as she gets back" answered Wally.

"Good for you. Well see you around" said a waving Mr. Perkins as Wally exited through the door.

"Bye. Thanks" Wally responded.

As the door closed behind Wally Mr. Perkins turned to wife and said "Nice kid. Not too bright, but nice kid".

Mrs. Perkins nodded in agreement as she cleaned up the remains on a lamp that Wally broke during his cleaning process.

--

Wally swiftly made his way back to the Sector V treehouse. For once in his life, he felt confident about telling Kuki his feelings toward her.

'As soon as she gets back, that's when I'll tell 'er!' he thought along the way.

He soon came up the entrance. At the last second, he remembered to limp around and act tired. He was, after all, supposed to be back from cleaning out a house full of mustard with naught but a soup-spoon. It was hard to act fatigued, though given his excitement about what he planned to finally reveal to Kuki.

As he entered the HQ, however, he was greeted by an unusual sight. Hoagie and Abby were asleep together on the couch. Abby was leaning against Hoagie for support. Hoagie's arm was gently around Abby. There were two empty root beer bottles on the floor, and the sound of Miles Davis music was still playing in the background.

Wally quietly approached, and gently nudged his teammates awake.

"Am I interruptin' somethin'?" Wally asked with a smirk.

The two opened their eyes, and were immediately startled when they realized what position they were in.

"Um…Wally, you're back already?" asked a madly blushing and smiling Hoagie.

"Already? I've been gone all day" corrected Wally. "How long have you two been asleep on the couch?" he then asked.

"Never mind. Did you get the mustard cleaned up?" asked an also blushing Abby.

"Yeah yeah, I got it" replied Wally. "Are the others back yet? I really need to talk to Kuki" he asked.

"I don't think they're back yet. I'll…" Abby's answer was interrupted by her communicator ringing.

"Uh huh. Ok. I'll tell them" Abby muttered into her communicator.

"What's up?" asked Hoagie.

"It's Numbuh 1. Apparently, Father's not there. And, they're all coming back tomorrow morning" explained Abby.

--

"Alright, that's pretty much everything. Thanks for letting the others know, Numbuh 5" Nigel mumbled resignedly into his communicator.

Nigel was slumping at the edge of a bench of the city. Next to him was Rachel, half awake leaning back with her head facing upward. Her helmet was on her lap, and she was trying desperately to stay awake until Tika, Tak, and Tok returned. Next to her was Kuki, already asleep cradling her rainbow monkey gently in her arms.

After each group searched the island with a fine toothed comb, they reunited to compare notes. Neither the boys nor the girls had found anything. And, the only conclusion they all reached was that, if Father had been on the island, he left a long time ago, and did nothing of consequence while there. And, they were quite sure, at this point, that Father had never even heard of Wana-wana Island.

"I can't believe it was all a wild goose chase" Nigel whined as he put away his communicator.

"At least we know now, that this island isn't in any danger. We've done our job" mumbled Rachel.

"I know. I just wish we weren't too exhausted to fly back home" Nigel sighed.

"Well, at least Tika said she was going to pull a few strings and get us a nice hotel room for the night" Rachel reminded with a yawn.

Nigel looked over at Rachel. "Rachel you can't be comfortable like that. You're going to ruin your neck" he nagged.

Rachel rolled her eyes. "Fine 'Mom', how do you suggest I sit on this bench? I'm too exhausted to sit up straight" Rachel argued.

"Sorry, it wasn't my place to nag. Um…but, you can lean against me if you want. At least, you won't have the back of the bench digging into your neck" Nigel offered.

Rachel started to blush. "Yeah, um… OK. Thanks" she accepted as she gently started rested her head on Nigel's shoulder.

Rachel felt far more comfortable in her new position. It certainly beat a stiff neck. In fact, she was so much more comfortable that she started to drift away to sleep. She slept that way for a good few minutes before her eyes lazily opened. That's when she suddenly saw Tika, Tak, and Tok watching her and Nigel with amused looks on their faces.

"Aww, don't you look sweet together like that?" Tika commented.

"Don't start that again" Rachel yawned, a weak smile on her face.

"Well, just so you know, I got you a room at a four star hotel" Tika announced.

"Wow! You really didn't have to do all that!" responded a surprised, and now more alert Rachel.

"Relax, it's no problem. With my job, hotel managers here like to keep me very happy. So, if I casually mention that my friends need someplace to stay tonight, they tend to make some very generous offers" Tika bragged.

Rachel looked directly at Tika. She appeared quite shocked.

"Hey, it's not like I directly ask them. I don't believe in abusing power either" Tika sheepishly explained.

"That's fine. I just can't believe were going to be staying at a place like that" Rachel admitted as she gently nudged Kuki awake. "Come on let's go. Tika got us a room at a four star hotel" she told the others.

"Wow! How did she manage that?" asked an astonished Nigel.

"She has a lot of sway, here" Rachel shrugged.

"Did you see the way they were on the bench together, Tak?" whispered Tok.

"Yes, what about it?" Tak whispered back.

"It gives me an idea" Tok replied, and proceeded to whisper his plan to Tak, as Tak nodded in agreement.

--

On their way to the hotel, Tika explained their accommodations while Rachel translated.

"At this time of year most of the big luxury hotels are closed for maintenance as we prepare for the big tourist season, but this one had one good room available. Now, it is just one room so we'll just have to expect Nigel here to behave himself" Tika joked.

"I'll be a perfect gentleman" Nigel firmly assured, as if somewhat insulted.

"I don't mind sharing a room. I'm too exhausted to care. Just point me to the nearest bed so I can collapse" Rachel added.

"Well get ready to collapse, because here we are!" announced Tika as they approached the hotel.

It looked simply wonderful. None of the three KND members present had ever seen a building so fancy and ornate before. When they got to their room, they were amazed (having never stayed in a four star hotel before) at how luxurious it seemed. It was full of beautiful tropical decorations, a big full fruit-basket, and three small beds.

It was that last feature that most interested Rachel as she immediately removed her helmet and shoes and, as promised, collapsed upon the bed nearest the entrance.

"Yes! Soft comfortable bed!" she mumbled with delight as she made herself comfortable.

Tika giggled at Rachel's reaction. "Glad you like it! I gotta get home now, but I'll stop in tomorrow before you leave. Have a good night" she added.

"Yes, thank you for all your help. See you tomorrow" Rachel responded, shortly before returning to her much needed rest.

After Tika left, Rachel soon fell into a deep sleep. Kuki, having taken the bed nearest the window, spent an hour getting ready for bed, politely called room service for warm milk, and finally went to sleep cuddling her Rainbow Monkey. The only one still awake was Nigel, who was lying comfortably in the middle bed completely engrossed in a book.

Eventually, Nigel found himself starting to nod off, and so he slid a bookmark onto his page and placed the volume on the end table. That was when he saw Rachel crashed out on her bed, her head not even on her pillow. She didn't even look very comfortable.

'Oh, for crying out loud. Is she determined to have a stiff neck?' Nigel silently asked himself as he quietly walked to Rachel's bed. He gently lifted her head up as he slid the pillow underneath. She looked far more comfortable. Satisfied that he had helped her, Nigel returned to his bed when he heard Rachel starting to stir behind him.

"Thank you" Rachel whispered tiredly.

"It's no problem. You know, you really need to take better care of yourself, Rachel" Nigel replied.

"I know. It's just so hard with all I have to do. Anyway, good night" Rachel yawned.

"Good night, Rachel" Nigel smiled back, as he retired to his own bed.

--

Back at the Sector V treehouse, the other three members of Sector V had also gone to bed.

In Numbuh 2's room, Hoagie Gilligan was resting nicely in his bed, a smile on his face. He had just had the best afternoon of his life, though he did not understand why, and was sleeping soundly. However he was the only one who was.

In Numbuh 5's room, Abigail Lincoln wasn't sleeping so well.

"Does he really like me, or do I just remind him of Cree?"

"Am I actually falling for Numnuh2?"

"But, what about Maurice?"

These are the questions Abby asked herself all night.

In Numbuh 4's room, Wallabee Beatles was almost too excited to sleep.

"Tomorrow morning, that's when I'm gonna tell 'er!" was the thought that made him smile as he eventually did fall asleep.

--

It was morning. The sun was rising on Wana-wana Island. At a four star luxury hotel, three KND agents had just woke up, and were getting ready to leave, when they got a knock on the door.

"Now, who could that be?" Nigel wondered.

"It's probably just Tika. She said she's stop by to wish us goodbye" Rachel explained.

Nigel answered the door. It was Tak and Tok.

"Hello, Nigel. Did you sleep well?" Tok greeted.

"Just fine, thank you. What do you need? We're getting ready to leave" Nigel replied.

"Before you leave, Tak and I would like you to be a part of a special ceremony. We're very thankful for your help" answered Tok.

"Our help? But, we didn't really do anything. Father wasn't ever even here" Rachel explained.

"Yes but, for all the trouble you went through making sure our island is safe, we'd like you and Nigel to be the honoured participants in one of our island's most sacred rites" Tok elaborated.

"What about me?" asked Kuki.

"This is a mostly two-person ritual, but we'd love for you to watch" replied Tok.

"Okie-Dokie!" answered Kuki.

"Very well. What do you think, Rachel?" asked Nigel.

"Might be fun" Rachel shrugged.

"Excellent! The Shaman is waiting right outside the hotel" exclaimed Tok.

And so, the three KND members exited their room as Tok and Tak waited for them to get out of earshot. Then the two boys burst into hysterics.

"This is going to be so funny!" Tak chuckled.

"I know this is going to be awesome! Now let's go watch" agreed Tok as they both ran outside.

--

On her way to wish her new friends farewell, Tika saw a surprising sight. It was Rachel and Nigel awkwardly joining hands underneath a big umbrella-like leaf-canopy. In front of them, was one of the islands most respected shamans.

'Wow! I thought she said there wasn't anything like that between them. Why that sly dog!' Tika thought. 'I'd better go congratulate them' she decided. So, she took off faster then before, to her destination.

When she got there, however, she found the ceremony to be a little off. It was as if Nigel and Rachel had no idea what they were actually doing. But, she just shrugged and watched.

It was after the shaman said something in Wana-wanese that Rachel's face took on an expression of complete shock. "Oh my god" she said.

"What? What did he say?" whispered Nigel.

"He… he just pronounced us husband and wife" Rachel whispered back.

Nigel's face took on the same look of shock. Tak and Tok started to giggle.

"Oh, so that's why you asked about the marriage laws here. You know, you could have invited me. Anyway, congratulations!" said Tika as she extended her hand.

Tak and Tok immediately started laughing their butts off, which started to confuse Tika.

"Tika you don't understand. We didn't know this was a wedding. We were tricked!" Rachel frantically explained.

"Now why would someone…" before she finished, she noticed Tak and Tok's constant laughter, and knew immediately who was to blame. She shot the two a very angry glare.

"Sorry, Tika. We couldn't resist. Messing with foreigners is too much fun!" admitted Tak.

"What can we do? We need to get a divorce or something" panicked Rachel.

Tika shook her head. "I'm afraid there's no way to do that here. Remember how I said that we never got around to modernizing the marriage laws?" she asked.

Rachel nodded her head, in response.

"Well, because we never heard of divorce until modern times, we don't have any divorce laws here. Sorry" Tika explained.

"Isn't there anything we can do?" asked Rachel.

"Um… maybe you can stay a few more days, and I can talk to the hotel manager about moving you two to the Honeymoon Suite" Tika meekly suggested.

Rachel's only response was a rather annoyed glare.

"Sorry, just a suggestion. I guess you'll have to sort it out in your own country" Tika relented.

"I guess we need to get going then. Thank you for all your help. You've really been nice to us" said Rachel as she extended her hands.

"You're very welcome. That was actually the most fun I've had in awhile. I really hope things work out for you" responded Tika.

The two girls shared a hug. Then Rachel gathered her still speechless "husband", and their excited teammate, and headed toward their shuttlecraft.

Tika then turned to the two laughing pranksters still carrying on around her.

"This is funnier than when we spit in his hand, and told him it was a greeting!" chuckled Tak.

"Or when we put a 'Kick Me' sign on his back and told him it was a special talisman" added Tok.

"Wow! You guys are jerks!" condemned Tika as she shook her head in disgust.

--

Back in the shuttlecraft, Rachel was preparing to take off as Kuki was busy on the ship's computer for some reason. Nigel, on the other hand was still speechless, unmoving, and bore the same shocked expression he had since he found out he was now married to his supreme commander.

"What are you doing, Kuki?" Rachel asked as she started the engine.

"I'm e-mailing everyone I know. I can't believe one of my friends just got married! This is so exciting" Kuki replied.

Rachel rolled her eyes, then turned her attention to her new husband, Nigel. "Nigel, relax! They're not going to recognize a marriage between two 10 year olds. We'll just get an annulment or something. Now please, say something!" she pleaded.

"Li...Lizzie" Nigel started to babble.

"Lizzie? What about her?" Rachel asked.

"L…Lizzie… is going to KILL us!" Nigel blurted out.

Rachel took on an expression of fear as well, and they continued the trip home in silence.

To Be Continued!

Next Chapter: How will Nigel and Rachel deal with married life? And, what about Lizzie? Will Wally really get to tell Kuki how he feels? Find out the answers to these questions and more, in the next thrilling chapter!