If I owned anything, the universe would blow up.

"Lay off beefy, I can walk on my own." Numbuh seven shoved the hired bully's huge hands off her shoulders and marched proudly into the cell with her team.

"Well, considering the circumstances, I think that went pretty well." Numbuh six said calmly, setting up a hammock and plopping down on it. "Hey Andy, You disengaged that security camera?"

The taller boy rolled his eyes. "You're lucky Andy has, or you'd be screwed." But from the vents, a secondary camera peered down. "This plan was genius Uno," Hissed 362, who felt the natural need to whisper when spying on someone. "Let's see what they have to say well they're not being watched. Keep an eye on them, I've got to quell the panickers." Numbuh one nodded in understanding before turning back to the camera.

The five kids situated themselves around the room, each one examining the white padded cell. "Well, Andy won't call it the rits, but he could live here. It's even got it's own little bathroom." Numbuh eight, however, took a very different view on it: "ONE BATHROOM? IT'S ONLY GOT ONE BATHROOM!?! WHAT ABOUT MY PRIVACY?"

Numbuh seven rolled her eyes and attempted to distract her hysterical sister with conversation. "Hey Numbuh eight, did ya see mom and dad in there? They looked pretty 'close' if you get me." "Correction," Numbuh eight murmured, lifting her head from her knees, "Mom was there, but my dad wasn't."

Numbuh seven rolled her eyes. "Oh come on Kira, that's not fair. Are we gonna start that up again?

"I'm just saying, my dad wasn't there." The smaller girl shrugged dismissively.

"Kira, our dad raised you as his own. He cared for you, sat by your bedside and read to you, he even played rainbow monkeys with you! That's a lot more than I would have done. What else does it take to make a dad?"

Numbuh eight threw down her backpack. "It takes blood!" she said, stepping toward her sister. "And it takes love! Your dad is always arguing with Mom. That's not love! Love is being willing to concede to your someone!"

"THAT'S NOT LOVE YOU THANKLESS TWERP!"

That was the last straw, and the first punch was thrown. The smaller girl landed a heavy blow to her sister's gut. Numbuh seven was shocked. This, she thought, is my rainbow-monkey love peace butterflies little sister? Not to shocked to fight back though, as she swept Kira's feet from under her. Kira screeched with rage as she hit the ground. Soon the two were rolling, delivering cheap shot after cheap shot. "BREAK IT UP!" The huge voice shocked everyone watching, especially considering who it had come from. The smallest entity in the room, the source of the cry, was now gently pushing the girls apart. "Please," Numbuh nine whispered, "no more fighting."

The two girls stared at him for a second, before Numbuh eight ran sobbing into the bathroom. Numbuh seven growled and walked over to her backpack, pulling out a blanket and throwing it over herself. Numbuh one bit his lower lip. He wasn't sure what he expected when he resigned himself to watching the camera, but this wasn't it. He widened the camera angle and just stared at the screen for a few minutes before it hit him: "Where the heck is Numbuh ten?" As if to answer his question, a siren went off. "Security breach in motherboard room!" The hurried voice of the computer said. "Oh CRUD!" Numbuh one was out of the watch room and at the motherboard in an instant, and standing there was Numbuh ten.

"Uh…Numbuh ten can explain…" He said slowly, putting a hand behind his head. "He was trying to hack me, Numbuh one!" The computer shouted hysterically.

Numbuh one brought out his hot-sauce gun and pointed it at the chubby boy. "I'm sure I'd enjoy hearing you explain-in the lie-detector room." Two bullies marched in and Numbuh one jerked his head at Numbuh ten, signaling them to drag him back to the cell.

As soon as the room emptied Numbuh one sighed fearfully. He'd hear hell from some higher authority about this. I was looking at them from a damn camera, the humiliated operative scolded himself. Numbuh one walked out of the room, a look on his face that even made the bullies take pause. It, by no means, had that effect on Numbuh 86: "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU CALL THAT?" The enraged redhead smacked him, looking libel to erupt. She swore at him for about ten minutes before Numbuh 362 told her to get lost. "Thanks Rachel," Numbuh one said, momentarily forgeting how bad he'd screwed up. Rachel sighed, "Don't thank me Nigel, at least, not until you've gotten your official punishment."

With that, Rachel walked back to her office, obviously in a bad mood. Meanwhile, back in the cell…"YOU ASSHOLE!" as soon as Numbuh ten entered the room, Numbuh six shoved him to the ground. "What are you trying to do, get us spaced? Oh look, I'm stupid-head Andrew Lincoln-Gilligan, and I'm gonna march my ass into the central control room, JUST TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS!"

"Hey, Andy's got half a mind to-" "OBVIOUSLY!" The two's words melted into incoherent screaming until Andy was suddenly silent. "OOOOH! Andy's gotta GO!" He bolted off towards the bathroom, leaving Numbuh six screaming at thin air.

Numbuh ten charged to the door and tried to yank it open, but the lock held fast. "Hey, get outta there! Numbuh ten needs the facilities!" "Make me!" Numbuh eight's voice rang out. Numbuh ten thought for a moment before a sneer spread across his face. "Okay then, Numbuh ten'll just relieve himself on that new-lookin' rainbow monkey backpack!" A few seconds later Numbuh eight stomped out.

Before anyone could relax though, the door to their cell burst open and Numbuh four was there. "'Ey, faker!" He grabbed Numbuh six by the arm and dragged him towards the door, "Numbuh one wants a word witcha."

________________________________________I'm sorry it took me so long to update, I just had a lot of distractions. *coughtvcough* I'll update quicker next time.