Codename Kids Next Door
Operation T.R.I.F.E.C.T.A.
Three
Really
Ingenious
Figures
Eventually
Come
To
Ascend
Disclaimer: Codename Kids Next Door is a show created by Tom Warburton and owned by Cartoon Network. I don't own any characters, settings, and other intellectual property from the show.
Chapter 1
"You are not registered in our records as an authorized vehicle. Please enter the hangar bay while a team of operatives comes down to inspect your ship," Numbuh 20,000 announced over a communicator.
An old Kids Next Door submarine surfaced in the hangar of the KND Deep Sea Lab. Motioning toward the ship, Numbuh 20,000 told three other security guards to inspect the ship for intruders.
"It looks pretty old to me," one of them said as he made his way down.
"Who's driving that piece of junk?" another guard said.
"Come on, it's not like anything's gonna happen. It's probably Numbuh 13. He's so stupid he doesn't even know how to register a ship," the third one said.
As they made their way to the hangar, they put on hazmat suits, ready to decontaminate and check any operatives intending to enter the laboratories. As they entered the area, the hatch to the submarine opened.
"Alright, name your operative number, sector, and- Hey! Why are you pointing that at-"
Suddenly, the three were shot down by a cloaked figure. It quickly exited the submarine and dashed toward the laboratories inside. Numbuh 20,000, seeing this, immediately pressed the emergency button. The blast doors to the labs slammed shut, and emergency alarms blared throughout the treehouse.
Numbuh 20,000, grabbing a M.U.S.K.E.T. from the wall, aimed to shoot at the figure, only to notice that it was gone.
Before Numbuh 20,000 could do anything, someone kicked him into the wall. Losing his weapon, Numbuh 20,000 looked in horror at the figure now standing before him.
"Unlock the doors, now!" the figure said with a deep voice.
"N- No way! I'm not letting people like you enter!"
"I wasn't asking…" the figure said as he pulled out a S.P.I.C.E.R. gun.
"No! No! Please!" Numbuh 20,000 cried.
"Then let me in, before I pull the trigger!"
The KND scientists were working on a way to rapidly decompose broccoli when the emergency alarms sounded. The scientists ran around screaming as the blast doors closed. Every scientist ran toward whatever escape pods they could find as one of the head scientists, Numbuh 74.239, tried to keep them calm.
"Stop screaming like a bunch of hyenas and stay calm! At least tie your shoelaces!" Numbuh 74.239 said.
"Numbuh 74.239, what's happening?" a scientist asked.
"I don't know, but whatever it is, stop panicking! You'll only make things worse!"
"I'm so scared! I wish the emergency stopped right now!"
"That's not how emergencies work, you single-celled moron! Now get yourself to the escape pods and-"
Suddenly, the alarms stopped ringing. The blast doors slowly opened up. Everyone stopped in silence, confused as to what happened.
"Wh- Why did the emergency alarm stop?" Numbuh 74.239 asked.
Suddenly, a security operative ran into the room.
"Everyone! Run for your lives! It's him!"
The scientists gasped in shock. They ran around again, panicking. Numbuh 74.239 grabbed one of the scientists by the sleeve.
"You! Call Moonbase command to get some reinforcements here, now!" Numbuh 74.239 said.
"I'm on it!" the scientist said as he ran away.
Numbuh 74.239 then ran from the room as the doors behind him exploded. Checking his inner lab pocket, he ran through every corridor he could find. As he went around each corner, several operatives moved to contain the intruder.
"Don't! You'll never win against him!" Numbuh 74.239 said.
"What are you talking about? Is it some stupid adult?" one of the operatives replied as he went back to fight the intruder.
Numbuh 74.239 had to keep running. As he continued, he heard the terrified screams of the operatives behind him. Knowing that he was about to come, Numbuh 74.239 figured there was only one option left: secure a briefcase that held one of the most precious and secret items the Deep Sea Lab contained. Running out of breath, he looked around, hoping the briefcase room was nearby.
Suddenly, something grabbed him by the shoulder. Numbuh 74.239 turned and screamed in horror. A figure cloaked in all black clothing, a strainer helmet, and a purple mask stood before Numbuh 74.239. He held a S.P.I.C.E.R. gun up to Numbuh 74.239's head.
"N- Numbuh 206?" Numbuh 74.239 squealed.
"Where is it, nerd?" Numbuh 206 asked.
"Wh- What are you talking about?"
"In the Deep Sea Lab, there's a secret briefcase that holds something you concocted with your snot-nosed friends. I know what's in it, and I need it now."
"You think I'd give it away that easily?"
"Why not? I have you at gunpoint right now!"
"Without it, kids everywhere won't ever be happy again! Heck, it's something I can't even live without!"
"You think I care? Hand it over right now, or else."
"No way!"
Instantly, Numbuh 206 pulled out some sort of detonator.
"It's a shame, then, that I have to use this," Numbuh 206 said.
"Wh- What is that?" Numbuh 74.239 asked.
"I strapped some explosives to a certain chamber in the Deep Sea Lab."
"Which one?"
"The one that contains Patient C."
"What? NO! Don't do it!"
"Then squeal, before I press the button."
Numbuh 74.239 stayed silent, sweating nervously.
"Well then, if you're not going to give me the briefcase, then I'm gonna press the button. You can say goodbye to your health once I-"
"NO! Okay, okay, I'll give you the key to the briefcase!"
"Give it to me, now."
Numbuh 74.239 reached into his inner shirt pocket. He took out a red and black keycard and gave it to Numbuh 206.
"Good. Now why don't you take a look at this?"
"Huh?"
Before Numbuh 74.239 could say anything else, Numbuh 206 stuck a circular device on Numbuh 74.239. The device put him to sleep as he fell to the ground. Numbuh 206 then began looking around for the room that contained the briefcase. It wasn't long before he came across a door that said, "Do Not Enter," with a box on the wall containing a keycard slot.
"Finally, it'll be mine," Numbuh 206 said gleefully.
The room opened, revealing a rather small space. Tables and chairs were lined neatly, along with blueprints and formulas etched on the walls. In the center, the briefcase was raised on a pedestal, as if on display in a clothing store.
"Now, to find an escape pod."
After swiping the briefcase for himself, Numbuh 206 began looking for an escape pod room. The signs had changed since he last visited here. No matter, he thought, he'll find the place.
He dashed through every corridor and hallway, trying to recall any steps he took during his last visit. Hiding from scientists running through the halls, Numbuh 206 slowly made his way around the Deep Sea Lab.
After about ten minutes, he noticed a sign that said, "Escape Pods," pointing to a room to his right. Walking toward the door, Numbuh 206 heard an argument going on inside.
"No! I get to use it because I have seniority!"
"What? I've invented more things than you ever did!"
"Shut up! Both of you are incompetent idiots compared to me! Now let me through before Numbuh 206-"
Numbuh 206 opened the door, with all three scientists looking at Numbuh 206. All three of them screamed in horror as he fired his S.P.I.C.E.R. at them.
"This is too easy," Numbuh 206 said as he walked past the groaning scientists lying on the floor, holstering his weapon.
He took a quick look around the room. Wooden crates were scattered all around. The sides of the escape pod room were lined with entrances to escape pods. Or at least, they would have been if most of the KND scientists hadn't taken them. On the far end of the room, Numbuh 206 saw one last escape pod.
Splendid, he thought. From what he remembered, these escape pods were made so that they couldn't be detected under radar. If there was one thing that the Kids Next Door scientists did right, it was this.
Setting down the briefcase, Numbuh 206 began typing into the console of the escape pod, prepping it for launch. As the hatch door slowly opened, Numbuh 206 slipped the briefcase into the escape pod. He put his foot in, ready to board.
Then, he felt something, as though someone was watching him.
Exiting the escape pod, Numbuh 206 looked behind him. Other than the scientists groaning on the floor, all he saw were wooden crates and an open door. It seemed like no one else was in the room besides him and the scientists.
But Numbuh 206 knew better. He immediately drew his weapon, pointing it at one of the scientists.
"I know you're behind those boxes. Show yourself, or I'll splatter one of these nerds," Numbuh 206 said.
There was no response.
"You better get out on the count of three, or I'm pulling the trigger. One, two, thr-"
A figure emerged from the shadows. It was a young, blonde-haired girl, wearing a purple-brownish shirt and pants and holding a B.O.T.T.L.E.C.A.P. gun.
"So it's you, Numbuh 362."
Numbuh 362 gave no response, glaring at him and pacing around the room. Numbuh 206 did the same, holding his S.P.I.C.E.R. gun tightly.
"I've heard a lot of things about you, like how you uncovered the coordinates of one of the biggest broccoli factories on the planet. But this is the first time I've met you in person. I have to say, you've got some talent," Numbuh 206 said.
"Quit it, Numbuh 206. I'm here to stop you," Numbuh 362 replied.
"Stop me? Ha! You'll never stop me. I'm one of the best combat operatives in this entire organization, and you know it! You're nothing compared to me."
"We'll see about that, traitor."
Numbuh 206 fired at Numbuh 362. Dodging the shots, Numbuh 362 fired several more shots toward Numbuh 206. He ran toward cover as Numbuh 362 continued to shoot at him. From his pockets, Numbuh 206 took out two M.A.R.B.L.E.S., throwing them toward Numbuh 362. She quickly jumped to the side as the two objects exploded behind her, scattering wooden planks around the room.
Numbuh 362 tried to shoot the escape pod console, hoping to disable it, but Numbuh 206 emerged from cover and shot the B.O.T.T.L.E.C.A.P. out of her hands. Numbuh 362 quickly grabbed one of the wooden planks from the ground and protected herself from some of the incoming blasts.
"Give up, Numbuh 362. You won't win!" Numbuh 206 shouted.
"Never!" Numbuh 362 said as she threw the plank at Numbuh 206. It knocked the S.P.I.C.E.R. out of his hands. Before he could pick it back up, Numbuh 206 saw Numbuh 362 charging toward him.
Raising his fists, he effortlessly parried every blow Numbuh 362 tried to land. She gave it her all, throwing every punch and kick she could at him, but he was too quick.
"My turn," he said.
Numbuh 206 quickly ducked and swiped at Numbuh 362's leg. She immediately lost balance and fell on her back. Numbuh 206 tried to stomp on her, but she immediately rolled to the side, narrowly escaping his foot. Small cracks in the ground appeared as his foot made contact with the ground.
Getting back up, Numbuh 362 raised her guard as he threw precise punches and kicks toward her. Although she could block some of the blows, others landed on her, each one more painful than the last. She couldn't keep this up for long.
In a last-ditch effort to counterattack him, Numbuh 362 threw a hard right toward Numbuh 206. However, he quickly grabbed her fist and sent a powerful kick to her stomach, sending her flying toward the wall. Numbuh 362 grunted in pain when her back hit the wall behind her. She fell to the ground, clutching her stomach as her body writhed in pain.
Numbuh 206 then dashed to the escape pod.
"Not bad, Numbuh 362, you managed to give me some trouble. But next time, I'll be ready to kick your butt faster! Oh and by the way, good luck trying to track me down in this pod," he said laughing.
Grabbing the B.O.T.T.L.E.C.A.P gun on the floor, she tried to shoot at Numbuh 206, but it was too late. Numbuh 206 closed the door to the escape pod, launching him far, far away from the Deep Sea Lab. Numbuh 362 laid her head down in defeat.
A pair of voices echoed throughout the corridors as the sound of footsteps came closer toward the room.
"Where did she go?"
"I think she went this way. Try checking this door, Numbuh 60."
A black-haired boy with a green shirt, brown pants, and combat boots entered the room, wielding two small M.U.S.K.E.T.s. He carefully walked around the room.
"Where could she be?" he asked. He then saw Numbuh 362 and some scientists lying on the ground.
"What happened? 86, get in here, now!"
A red-haired girl wearing a green shirt, orange skirt and a nurse cap came into the room. Seeing Numbuh 362 lying on the ground, she gasped in horror. She quickly ran toward her.
"Are you okay, Numbuh 362?" Numbuh 86 asked as she helped her up.
"I could be worse," Numbuh 362 replied weakly.
"Darn that traitor. If I were here, I could kick his butt all the way back to the Arctic Base Prison!" Numbuh 60 said. "He really did a number on you, didn't he?"
"Yup," Numbuh 362 replied.
"86, get some more help for the scientists. I'll make sure 362's okay," Numbuh 60 said.
"Fanny, do you have any more ice packs?" Numbuh 362 asked.
"We don't have any more right now, but I'll get you some more," Numbuh 86 replied as she left the room.
"Darn. I could really use one of those right now."
Numerous KND nurses entered the room, transporting the scientists away. Along with the nurses was Numbuh 86, who returned with an ice pack as requested.
"Finally. Thanks, Fanny," Numbuh 362 said.
Taking the ice pack, Numbuh 362 immediately applied it to her bruises. She sighed in relief as the cold helped numb the pain.
"You're really brave, Numbuh 362, for taking him on alone," Numbuh 86 said. The three operatives began making their way back to the main laboratory area, with Numbuh 362 leaning on Numbuh 86 along the way.
"About that," Numbuh 60 asked, "why did you go without us?"
"I wanted to try to catch him before he escaped," Numbuh 362 replied.
"But if you went with both of us, we could've taken him on," Numbuh 60 said.
"Even then, I don't think we could've won, and anyway he was about to escape."
"Alright then. Just be careful next time."
Soon, the three operatives entered the main laboratory area, where dozens of scientists and mechanics were fixing the equipment. In the center of the room, Numbuh 274 was supervising the rescue operation. Turning his head, Numbuh 274 saw the three operatives move toward him. They stopped and saluted him.
"Numbuh 274, sir!" the three said in unison.
"At ease."
The three stopped saluting.
"Status report, Numbuh 60, 86, and 362."
"Other than Numbuh 206, no signs of other traitors have been found, sir," Numbuh 60 said.
"All the scientists are being cared for by several medical teams, sir," Numbuh 86 said.
"But unfortunately, Numbuh 206 managed to escape with the super secret briefcase, sir," Numbuh 362 said.
"Drats," Numbuh 274 said as he hid the palm of his hand with his fist. He then noticed the ice pack in Numbuh 362's hand.
"What happened, Numbuh 362? Did you fight him?"
"Yes sir."
"Well, thank goodness you made it out. Most operatives don't even stand a chance against him."
"Maybe if we have another chance, we could get him, sir."
"You mean you're going at him again? No way, Numbuh 362, I'm not letting you go that quickly. You're covered in bruises. Besides, based on what we know, he's probably getting more goons on his side, and then he'll beat-"
"The briefcase!"
Suddenly, Numbuh 74.239 ran into the room, screaming.
"My briefcase! My super secret briefcase! Now I'm ruined!" he screamed.
"Since you're here, Numbuh 74.239, what was even in the briefcase anyway?" Numbuh 274 asked.
"It- It was the most precious thing I had in my time at Earth, and now I'm never going to get it back!"
"Spit it out, 74.239. What was it?"
"MY NACHO CHEESE!"
The room went completely quiet as a look of confusion appeared on Numbuh 274's face.
"...Nacho cheese?"
"What do you mean, 'NaChO cHeEsE?' It's the most important thing since sliced-"
"You're telling me you spent valuable Kids Next Door resources and personnel and called down the Moonbase rescue team, just for some nacho cheese?"
"It's not just any nacho cheese, Numbuh 274 sir," a nearby scientist explained. "For months, we concocted something that will benefit kids everywhere: a supply of nacho cheese that can self-replicate at the user's will. The formula, as well as samples, were all in the briefcase, and now Numbuh 206 took it all!"
"Infinite nacho cheese? Wait a minute, when did I ever approve this project?" Numbuh 274 asked.
"You approved it three months ago, sir, when you visited our Deep Sea Lab."
"That's what the project was about? I thought it was about finding a way to permanently decompose broccoli sources in a matter of seconds. I never approved a nacho cheese project!"
"Well, technically you did, sir," Numbuh 74.239 said. "We had fine print at the end of the approval form saying that funds could be used towards other projects, such as infinite nacho cheese and-"
"Enough! Just go to the other room! I'll talk to you both later."
"Yes sir!" the two scientists whimpered as they scampered away.
"Ugh," Numbuh 274 sighed as he squeezed the bridge of his nose. "I can't even trust him."
Suddenly, an idea came to Numbuh 362.
"Numbuh 274, sir, can I offer a suggestion?" Numbuh 362 asked.
"Sure, why not?"
"Numbuh 206 knew that he was coming for nacho cheese, right?"
"Yeah."
"And we can guess he's been gathering allies for something big, right?"
"True, but what does that have to do with anything?"
"Sir, what if Numbuh 206 is planning to use the infinite nacho cheese as payment to someone else, in exchange for loyalty?"
"But who would accept nacho cheese as payment? And also, does Numbuh 206 know someone who has an entire army at their disposal and really loves cheesy-"
Numbuh 274 stopped.
"Permission to pursue our target, Numbuh 274 sir? I know where to look," Numbuh 362 asked.
"Not yet, Numbuh 362. We've got to have a plan ready. Who knows how many ninjas are in the temple," Numbuh 274 replied.
"Ninjas? Temples?" Numbuh 86 asked.
"Who are we talking about?" Numbuh 60 asked.
Turning to the other two operatives, Numbuh 274 looked them squarely in the eyes and said:
"Shogun Roquefort."
END TRANSMISSION
A/N: Thanks for reading this chapter! I hope that you enjoyed it. If possible, please leave some reviews and constructive criticism for this story. It would be really appreciated!
Also, stay safe and be healthy! It's a crazy world out there right now.