Yay! Another Chapter, its a bit short but i didn't want to drag this out.
I don't own KND, that sadly belongs to Mr. Warburton.
Chapter 12: Still Got It
Staring at him where five set of eyes…. And a vile smirk "It's been a long time Nigel Uno…Far too long…" The Delightful Children from down the Lane chorused…
Nigel sat there in disbelief, pondering how they survived the long fall down the humongous industrial toilet bowl. A collective series of gasps rang out behind him… his friends were equally as surprised as he was. Looking at the tablet there was no mistaking who was staring back at him with wild excitement. The Delightfuls were noticeably older, though it was assumed they would be stuck in their ten year old forms, due to the delightfulization of Sector Z. There they stood, dressed in more mature clothing that matched their youthful attire. Instead of boarding school uniforms they wore dark, business suits, male and female appropriate. They were immaculate, clean cut and shaven for the men, and the women wore their hair in tight little buns. Lenny no longer had his football helmet, but in its place he wore a bowler hat, minus the braces.
"Well, this is unexpected" stated Hoagie "I thought you guys got flushed? Never thought I'd see anything that's been flushed return to the surface."
"I'm with Hoagie, baby. We thought you guys might have died down there."
"What happened? Even the toilet gods couldn't stand ya and you flushed ya out? Hoagie snickered
"Enough! I'll have you know Gilligan, that everyone finds us marvelous company. I doubt a humorless jokester as you would be able to comprehend the sense of poise and dignity one needs to make a decent impression on ones colleagues." Hoagie frowned "Although, I relish in making jests at Mr. Gilligan's expense, to answer your inquiry, it was fairly simple for us to escape. Though, it was not our preferred method, we had to make our way through the sewer systems. However dreadful as it was, it was the only means of surviving the cesspool that you left us to rot in." The DCFDTL sneered
"So that explains that, but how come you ninnies are looking for me? I doubt you want another ride down the ol commode again?" Nigel smirked.
Glaring at the screen they replied "For your information Mr. Uno we aren't after you per-se… just information on the whereabouts of our poor Father. Last we knew he was pursuing you looking for his beloved smoking pipe, all those years ago. Sadly dear Father hasn't been seen since, so we took up his position as supreme evil doer of the League of Adults! Aren't you proud of us...cousin…" They smiled
"I am not your blasted cousin, you deranged psychopaths! I don't know where my uncle is and I couldn't give two shits if he is missing or queen of bloody England! He was nothing, but a pain in my arse, I haven't even been on Earth for more than three…three freaking weeks and all because of him, my friends and family are in danger. He can rot his royal posterior in hell for all I care." Nigel was beyond upset.
"Well… I never… Mr. Uno heed our words, you will rue the day that you cursed Father's name… rue I tell you. We will track you down and…."
They were cut off by Nigel throwing down the tablet and shattering it. His anger was at an all-time high, everything he had been trying to protect was on the verge of being destroyed because of a group of un-consoled children who missed there poor little daddy. Enough was enough, he already had one potential catastrophe looming on the horizon, and he didn't really want nor need another. Nigel wanted to put an end to this as quickly as possible; he had a vague idea of how he would go about it.
Rubbing his hand over his bald head, he sighed turning to his friends. "Looks like you guys were right… it's all because of me, everything… I shouldn't have come back… all I've done is ruin your lives."
"Stop!" Rachel came over lifting his head by cuffing his chin "Look… don't you ever say this was your fault. They were looking for you long before you came. It would only have been a matter of time. Nigel, we are glad you're here… trouble and all." She smiled
"Rach's right honey, no matta what we will always be glad you're here with us. No spoiled children or space aliens will keep us away from ya sugah, at least not if Abby can help it." She assured patting him on his shoulder.
"So what are we waiting for, let's go kick some delightful butt!" Hoagie exclaimed
Nigel laughed deeply "Thanks guys, I appreciate that. But Hoagie, before we do so, I need to retrieve my luggage and I still need to go see my parents. Then we'll confront those delightful brats!"
"Which one do you want to do first sugah? I mean we are literally five hundred meters from your house… Abby is surprised you haven't seen em already." She raises an eyebrow
Nigel stutters "Eh, well you see… I… I was kinda… scared. I mean I know they knew I was leaving, but that was their recommissioned selves. I don't think my re-decommissioned parents will be all too accepting of my long departure."
Hoagie smirked "Oh our ever so confident leader, afraid? Huh, are you sure you're the real Numbuh one? Don't worry I'm sure you'll be alright and that they will understand." He smiled smugly
Nigel shot him a wary glance "Oh thanks Hoags… I'll just waltz right in there and say...'Hey Mum… Dad… I've been in space for the past twelve years, hope you don't mind." He replied sarcastically.
The girls laughed "Before you go, what'd you want us to do with these two?" Rachel thumbed behind her to Mr. Fizz and Cuppa Joe
Having completely forgotten about them, Nigel just shrugged
"Girl, we could always slingshot em across town. We still have that giant slingshot, we used as mode of transportation."
"Oh, oh… can I do it?" Hoagie grinned evilly "It's been a while and this should be epic!" he shouted
"Oh alright, just don't hurt yourself baby. Meet us downstairs when you're done." The trio headed downstairs as he began prepping the slingshot.
Going behind the podium in the briefing room, Hoagie pressed a button concealed underneath the microphone. Near him he heard gears shifting and the floor opened up revealing a lever. In the middle of the room, the conference table had been replaced with an enormous slingshot. Having risen up from an opening beneath the floor, a similar opening appeared along the side wall. The wall rose in the same manner as a garage door, leaving a gaping hole viewing the entire city. Hoagie walked over to the gigantic rubber band, grabbing hold and stretching it toward a metal hook. Having readied the sling, he drug over his two 'passengers'. Quickly he went back to his lever.
Laughing manically "Hope you enjoy your flight, I'll be quiet a …snap!"
The trio heard as loud whipping sound, just as they reached the front door. Looking up they could see a bundle whooshing through the sky.
They laughed "Abby still don't prefer travel by sling, too much whiplash."
"Jeeennnkiiiin!" The DCFDTL shouted.
Materializing, beside their overly giant reclining chair he replies "Yes…Sir?"
"We need everyone on the roster here as soon as possible. Mr. Uno needs to be disposed of… time now. Don't keep us waiting Jenkins, hop to it!" Jenkins bowed low, about faced and headed out as quickly as he could. "Yes… Mr. Uno, you will rue the day…" They laughed evilly
Nigel took a deep breath, now standing in front of his door. He rang the doorbell waiting for someone to come to the door. Glancing behind him, he received reassuring looks from the two women behind him. After a few minutes he knocks this time, and again he waits. Before deciding to call it a lost trip he tries the door, which slowing opens. He raises a brow, pushing the door open all the way. With a quick scan, he signals to his friends to stay quiet. They follow his lead, securing the door behind them, each on either side quietly surveying the living room. One look at the room shows that it was still being used, but nobody seemed to be here currently. Nigel gestures to check the other rooms, splitting off into three separate directions. Abby went right up the stairs, Rachel Left toward the kitchen and Nigel went straight toward the den which was near his parents' room. Slinking along the hall, crouching he reaches the Den. Looking over to his father's desk he notices his reading lamp is on, with a book laying open on the desk next to a cup of tea.
'Odd… father was never one to not finish his tea, let a long leave a plate of biscuits unfinished.' He thought
Instantly his vision went dark, he spends around toward where he believed the light switch was located. Stumbling his way across the room, he reaches the light, flipping it on; he noted that the door had closed. Again he scans the room… he walks toward the desk, as he does he is grabbed from behind…
"What the bloody…"
"Think you can rob me eh? I'll show you wot, I'll defend this house until the day I die!"
Nigel Drops down, raising his arms and slipping through his assailants grasp. "I'm not robbing this house, I'm…"
He scrambles back, barely missing a punch aimed at his face, he ducks slipping behind the man.
"Wait… wait! I'm not… I'm…"
Dodging another attack he pushes the man aside"Will you bloody let me talk old man!"
"Not on your life young whippersnapper! Long live the queen!"He charges
Sighing Nigel decides he had enough, landing two quick blows to his midsection, not enough to hurt but to knock the wind out of a person. He doubles over, gasping for breath. Nigel wraps his arm around his neck, cutting off his airflow.
"As I was saying… I am not here to rob you… understand?"The older gentleman nods
"Now I'm going to let you go, so I can explain to why I'm here… sir… Okay?"He nods again.
Slowly he releases him, as soon as he lets go the old man jerks, but Nigel grabs his wrists, wrenching his arms behind his back. Nigel sighs…
"Dad… stop being so stubborn… I'm trying to talk to you…" He again releases him
"Wot… wot did you call me?"
"Uh… Dad… it's me… Nigel."
He turns, grabbing Nigel by the shoulders looking him up and down. His bushy eyebrows scrunched up in thought. Realization slowly spread across his features, a small tear falls from his bushy brow.
"Nigel… Nigel my boy!" He grabs him pulling him into a big bear hug
"Da…Dad… can't…breathe…" He gasps for air
"Oh… right, right." Releasing him, he pats him on the back
"So son, when did you get back? I've been here defending this place with your mother, since you left. Those Delightful bozos have been harassing us for a tick, I'll tell you wot."
"Well, I've been back for three weeks. I've been somewhat… Hey! You remembered that I left!"
"Wot, of course I do son! When a fellow operative has the highest honor to serve the KND, and that kid happens to be my son, how could I forget! Your mother and I couldn't be more ecstatic!"
A crash is heard down the hall. "Speaking of which…" She rubs his mustache "We should go help your friends." He chuckles nervously.
Entering the living room, Nigel is surprised to see Abby and Rachel tied up in curtain drapes, with a familiar looking woman holding a frying pan at the two.
"Mom!" He exclaims rushing over he envelops her in hug similar to the one his father gave him. Setting her down, she looks at him stunned, then her she smiles
"Oh Nigel, you're home!" she hugs him again "I guess these two are with you then?" She point behind using her pan
"Yes, yes!" He laughs deeply "I'm surprised you were able to best them. Dad scared the bullocks out of me, but I gave him the ol one two." He raises his hands mimicking fist-a-cups
"Well Nigel my boy, when your mum was in the KND she was a far better fighter then your old man. Best female operative out there, why'd you think I married her" Mr. Uno winked
"Oh stop Monty, you're embarrassing me! These lassies gave me a good amount of trouble; I just had more advantage, since it is my home after all." She started untying the two
"Ain't that the truth, Abby didn't know what hit her. Ma'am Abby's gotta say that it's been awhile since anyone got the best of her." She grins
"Yes, Mrs. Uno we did have a tough time, I'm sure Abigail gave you more of a fight then I did. I haven't done this whole fighting thing in quiet some time." Rachel admitted.
"Oh Darlings call me Shirley, Mrs. Uno makes me feel so old…" she drawled "Since everyone is alright, please come into the kitchen for some milk and biscuits. I'll make a fresh batch and some more tea."
Gathering in the kitchen around a small table, the group took up seats. Nigel stood in the doorway looking at his parents. He father had changed very little, still top heavy with is deep mustache that was greying along with his hair. Though now Nigel towered over both his parents, his mother too had greying hair and now sported small gold reading glasses.
Nigel interrupted his father making a batch of tea "So dad, tell me why do you still know about the KND? I thought they would re-decommission you for sure." He questioned
"Aww what bullock that turned out to be, those children were bound to decommissioned us, I tell you wot. Tho that man in black kid… who was it… Numbuh Infinity decided there was no harm in letting us keep our memories. Wot trouble could two old operatives do? The only one with some sense I'd say, eh." Crossing his arms he scoffed
"He figured it'd be too hard on us, if we didn't know where you'd gone, if we had no memories of it that is. Figured he was quiet right, tho it was still hard, Nigel ol boy. We were doused with worry, whether you'd be alright out there, but our faith was strong dear boy! The Numbuh One… son of Numbuh Zero and Numbuh 999, would come back without a hair out of place!" He looked over at Nigel's bald head "Well alive at least." He chuckled
A knock from the front catches their attention; Mr. Uno walks over and opens the door. Hoagie enters.
"How's it going Mr. Uno?"
He looks over to Nigel "A friend of yours son?"
"Yeah dad, that Hoagie… Remember my best friend since grammar school?"
Looking him over thinking "The little round boy, with those god awful puns, love of flying? Yes, yes… I can see it now. Well put it there boy!"
Hoagie frowned, shaking his hand, while Nigel laughed
"Head to the kitchen, the missus is rustling up some biscuits." Hoagie obliges "Hey Nigel ol boy, how about we go listen to some sousaphone while you fill me in on your adventures in space, eh? Indulge your ol man, I say." Asks Monty
Nigel smile "Sure dad… I would love to." He ushers him back as he begins his tales.
Though he still hated the sousaphone music, he was just happy to see his father again. However he could not say the same for other family members… Hopefully he wouldn't have to see him anytime soon.
Hope you enjoy! Like i said before, reunions are hard, but i enjoyed it. See ya Soon!