CH4 20 minutes later...
Father's Mansion
Benedict Uno, more commonly known as 'Father' sat in his private study, watching a series of monitors. Each monitor showing a different angle on a group of kids sitting at computer monitors. "Hm… what are they up too?"
"Alright" a girl on a TV screen sighed "But I don't want to know about anything you do, got it Numbuh 2030." On another monitor, a dark haired boy nodded. "I really don't feel like throwing you in the Arctic after this."
"Which reminds me, after this we really need a new tribunal" said the boy Father assumed was Numbuh 2030 "I'm sure your three appointed officers won't mind, seeing as none are still apart of the KND."
"I'll think about it" the girl said "Now if you excuse me, we have much to do." The TV screen switched to static before the words 'end transmission' appeared.
Father's attention was drawn to the boy as he turned to a girl sitting at a computer console. "Numbuh 202, if you would, please exit this room." The girl nodded and headed towards the rooms exit. After the door closed behind her, the boy pulled out a yellow mustard bottle with a handle attached to it. He pointed the 2x4 weapon directly in front of Father's spy camera and pulled the trigger.
Father quickly caught on fire in anger as Numbuh 2030 continued to shoot every one of Father's hidden cameras. This continued until only one camera remained, Numbuh 2030 pulled his weapon to his side and walked up to the camera and said, "I'm not sure who you are, but I hope you're listening. Don't mess with the Kids Next Door." Numbuh 2030 raised his mustard based weapon and then the monitor cut to static.
"AAHH!" Father yelled jumping up from his chair as the floor beneath his feat burst into flames. "Kids today, they have no respect for your property!"
Sector V Tree House
"First order of business" Rachel began "We need to devise a plan to get close to Fanny and Patton. Numbuh 10-Speed's position in Patton's group only gives him so much leverage, but it's more than enough to give us an edge."
"We could probably try something that appeals to both of them" Nigel suggested.
"Oi! Wrestlin!" Numbuh 4 exclaimed only to be hit by Numbuh 5.
"Something that appeals to both of them you idiot!" Numbuh 5 shook her head.
"Well it somthin'!" Numbuh 4 yelled.
"Enough!" Rachel yelled "We have enough in fighting; we don't need any right now."
"Maybe if we talk to them, we might get results" Nigel suggested.
"That's more Numbuh Infinity's line and I'm not even sure where he is" Rachel said, narrowing her eyes.
"He is accounted for, right?" Numbuh 2 asked.
"From the census he is. But we don't know where he is."
"How about we just kidnap both of them and force them to get along" Harvey suggested.
Rachel could only shake her head at her younger sibling's misguided suggestion. "Harvey, you do realize how delicate this situation is, right?"
"I understand it perfectly; I'm just saying that it would be a lot easier" the beaver toothed boy said crossing his arms.
Rachel let out a sigh, "Harvey, we aren't doing that, period."
"Buuuuutttt why!" Harvey whined.
"Well for starters that would actually back fire on us" Nigel face palmed.
"So what makes you such an expert?"
"Numbuh 5 says this don't make a lick of sense" Numbuh 5 said, referring to herself in third person.
Moon Base
Numbuh 2030 holstered his modified M.U.S.K.E.T. and walked to an arm chair. He sat down and pulled out a headset from his pocket. "H.E.A.D.S.E.T., call Joker" he spoke into the mouth piece.
"Hello?"
"Joker, it's me" Numbuh 2030 spoke into the mouth piece "I need you to do something for me."
"What kind of something?"
"I need you to leak some info to the teens."
"What kind of info?"
"The kind that benefits me more than them."
"Consider it done."
"Good, tell your superiors that twenty KND satellites are open for an attack, one that could cripple the KND."
"That it?"
"Yes, yes it is." With that said and done, Numbuh 2030 hanged up and walked to the door. He opened it only for Numbuh 202, 20/20, and other various operatives to fall onto the floor. "I take it you guys wanted to know what I was doing."
"Kind of, we couldn't hear you that well" Numbuh 202 said sheepishly. She then noticed the mustard stains on the walls, "What's with the redecoration?"
"Oh, you know, I felt like I was being watched so I shot up the place" Numbuh 2030 said letting out a laugh.
"Right…" Numbuh 202 rolled her eyes "Now, I do believe we have a job to do."
"Yes, we do" Numbuh 2030 said before turning to Numbuh 20/20 "Numbuh 20/20…I need you to do something."
Teen Ninja HQ
"Sir!" a geeky looking teen yelled as he ran with a piece of paper in his hand. The geeky looking teen then tripped and landed face first, "Ow…paper cut."
"Oh give me that" a girl with dread locks in samurai like armor reached out and pried the piece of paper out of the teen's hands.
"Oi! More paper cuts…"
The girl held the paper to eye level and began to read. A smile slowly crept onto her face; she turned to a teenager who was surrounded by cheerleaders as he ate a taco. "Sir, we have news of great strategically value."
"Oh" the teen said as he took a bite out of another taco "Cool, Cree you can, like, totally lead as many dudes you need to get the job done!" The teen punched the air, causing the cheerleaders to jump and cheer.
"Uh…right" Cree muttered before exiting the room "When you're popular, you're popular." Cree walked into a room filled with teens who were engaged in watching a game of basketball. "Hey!" Cree yelled catching their attention "Who's up for making some kids cry for their mommies!"
All of the teens in the stadium like room exchanged glances and exclaimed, "I am!"
"Good" Cree smirked evilly "Suit up and grab your bikes, we're going to smash some twerps satellites!"
"Hey!" a cheerleader exclaimed, catching everyone's attention "Why stop at their satellites, why not attack the Moon Base as well, seeing as their practically no one up there due to their little kiddie fight."
"Good suggestion" Cree's smirk turned into a full blown evil smile "let's do it!"
All of the teens in the room cheered and began to file out of the room.