Hi! I wrote a nice, solid, chapter that's continuing last week's short one. Part 2. Remember to review! Thanks for reading and reviewing. I've learned quite a bit about what you guys like and don't, so keep'em coming!

Disclaimer: I don't own KND. Okay? Okay.

"Huh?" Numbuh 1 was confused. The beeping at stopped, but nothing had happened. Not that he knew of, anyways. Everything still felt the same, after all. No mind-boggling explosion, no loud kaboom, no nothing. Then he looked more carefully. A translucent, pinkish smoke was drifting out of the bomb, tendrils sweeping out into the darkness. How was that even possible? Suddenly, he heard a scream. Watching in horrid fascination, he noticed one tendril clump together in a single area, wrapping around something… a human shape? There was a sparkling burst of light and then sudden darkness once again. Not a moment later, a second burst of light somewhere farther away, followed by a yell and yet another explosion of sparkles. "What the…" Nigel sat in the darkness, pondering the situation. His eyes had adjusted slightly to the dark void, and he was able to press the right buttons on his newly upgraded watch.

"Numbuh 2 here."

"Numbuh 2, are you done with the power yet?!" asked Numbuh 1 frantically.

"In fact, I am. This place should be up in a few seconds,"

"Roger that, Numbuh 2. Over and ou- HEY!"

Suddenly, the entire base surged with electricity. Nigel clapped his hands over his sunglasses. Even despite them, the light was enough to blind him for a few moments. Around him, he heard the whir and clicks of all the systems and computers turning on. When his vision finally cleared, he glanced around uncertainly. All his surroundings looked more or less normal.

"Owwww!" Numbuh 1 heard Numbuh 2 yelling. But he was preoccupied with a very unnerving sight. A drooling, cross-eyed, dazed Numbuh 60, stumbling towards him.

"Numbuh 60! Are you alright?"

"What?" asked Numbuh 2.

"I wasn't talking to you. Over and out." Numbuh 1 hung up, and strode towards Patton. "Numbuh 60! Can you hear me?" No response. "Numbuh 60!" He shook Patton by the shoulders. Patton suddenly bared his teeth, growling furiously. He swiped at Nigel, his palm meeting his face with a loud smack. "Oww!" yelled Numbuh 1. Rubbing his face, he had just enough time to watch Numbuh 60 turning away towards one of the exits, moving faster and less clumsily. "Well," muttered Nigel to himself. "That was weird."About a second later, all the alarms started blaring noisily. "What the…" Numbuh 1 listened in confusion as the computer announced a full-total-complete-mega-undoable-for-five-hours-lockdown-ification. "What in the name of Rainbow Monkeys is going on?!"

"Heyyy Numbuh 1…" murmured a soft voice. He turned around to see a smiling, hazy eyed Numbuh 3. She glided towards him.

"Oh, thank goodness. Do you have any idea what's going on arou-"

"Byeee Numbuh 1…" she murmured, drifting away.

"Hey! Come back here, Numbuh 3!" Once again, no response. He dialed for Numbuh 2 again. "Numbuh 2! Numbuh 2, can you hear me? Come in!"

"Why hellooo there, sassy molassy. This is the king of bling here. Rowrrr," purred Numbuh 2 sultrily. Numbuh 1 gagged.

"What in the name of Numbuh 0 are you talking about?!"

"Whoops, gotta go. Looks like kitty is waiting for me," said Numbuh 2. The line went dead. Numbuh 1 cursed. He decided that it was time to take action himself. He sprinted towards the exit on the opposite side that Numbuh 60 had taken. He didn't want to be anywhere near him.

"Okay. So my teammates are acting extra weird, almost as if in a trance like state. The teenagers set off a bomb that didn't explode… instead some glow in the dark pink smoke came out and did something weird to people nearby. The smoke could've spread as well," he muttered to himself, pushing open the door. "Someone set off a full-total-complete-mega-undoable-for-five-hours-lockdown-ification, too." Numbuh 1 scowled. "It just doesn't add up!" He thought about anything he could. Where he was, the day's events, the day… the day! It was as if a light bulb literally lit up in his head. "Tomorrow is Valentine's day!" He snapped, pleased with himself. "That explains Numbuh 3's behaviour, all dreamy-like, and Numbuh 2's uh… behaviour." He frowned. "The pink smoke must have done something to mess with their brains! Just as expected from some teenagers."

He worked out the rest in his head. He must not have been affected because he'd been out of the bomb's contaminant field, since he was holding it well above him when it went off. The smoke must've been some biological chemical that was spread by physical contact with… what? The heart was the most logical answer. After all, it probably wasn't able to infect people by being breathed in. Otherwise, Numbuh 1 would probably have been infected by now. Suddenly, he skidded to a stop. He found himself in the arcade. And what a sight it was. The machines, the games… they'd been transformed! Into some yucky, soppy romance games! The gumball-battleships machine had been turned into something called cupid's arrow, the toys in the claw games were all holding hearts and covered in roses and chocolate, and worst of all, his personal favourite, 'plan a mission' had been turned into, 'plan a dance'! Numbuh 4's favourite fighting games were either hugging or slow-dancing or romantic dinner games, and… Numbuh 1 ducked behind the token machine (which was sporting a pink bow and, instead of tokens, was plunking out caramel chocolates and rose petals). He gasped quietly. It was Numbuh 83 and 84! Holding hands!

"Oh, Lee…" murmured Numbuh 83, looking dreamily into his eyes.

"Yes, Sonya, my wittle sugar pwum?" he replied, kissing her cheek. Numbuh 1 retched.

"They're too young to be in love!" he whispered to himself. Thank god Lizzie isn't here, he thought, shuddering. He hated it when she went all romance-crazy! Psychotic little… his rant was interrupted by a rather traumatizing sight, and he quickly slipped away, dashing for the door, bile climbing up to his throat. He certainly did not want to watch two little kids doing that.

"Ugh," groaned Numbuh 1, stomping towards the snack machine room. He could use some food to fuel up his energy. Unfortunately, he had a hard time navigating with his eyes closed. All around him were happy couples, being all mushy and soppy and eugh. Finally, he found himself standing in front of a vending machine. He groaned loudly. The snacks, just like the games in the arcade, had been transformed. Boxed smoothies with maraschino cherries and two straws, boxes and boxes of chocolates in all shapes and sizes (chocolate roses, raspberry filled ones, dark chocolate squares), cupcakes covered in pink and red and white icing and heart sprinkles (actually, Numbuh 1 thought to himself, those looked pretty good)…

Tired, the fight drained out of him. He stumbled towards the washrooms, wanting this entire thing to end as a bad dream. He definitely didn't want to be one of the lovey-dovey couples sitting on ornate benches murmuring sappy stuff to each other, but at the same time… he was feeling a little eentsy-weentsy bit jealous and lonely. Not that he wanted Lizzie to be up there with him. Definitely not. She would have been squealing and screaming and screeching and cooing at him the entire time, hanging onto his arm and complaining about anything he did wrong. She was occasionally cute, but still. Couldn't he do better? How many times had she done something terribly wrong, only to get lucky and save everybody's butt in the end? He remember Numbuh 362's words. Luck is like ice cream. It can't last forever. He wondered suddenly when Lizzie's luck would run out. But then he was distracted by the most annoying and irritating and aggravating sight so far.

"Oh no, not you too," he muttered, wishing that he could claw his eyes out.

Hee hee. 83/84 is cute, don't you think? It's like... woah. 3/4. 83/84. WOAHhhhh

And sorry if you like Lizzie and I am kind of dissing her... I certainly don't like her!

-happynomnom