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~*Chapter 5*~
Numbah 3 slowly changed out of her nightgown and into her green sweater and black pants. She put her green socks and black and white sneakers on. She tied the laces up and ran a brush through her hair. Before she left her room, she tucked Mushi under the covers of her bed. She grabbed a mustard gun from under her bed and opened up the window out of her room. She crawled out and climbed down the wall of her house. She reached the bottom and ran down the streets of the neighborhood. As she ran, something came to mind.
"I feel like I know this from somewhere," she huffed and she ran down the sidewalk. "Have I heard about this, or has someone else escaped like this before?"
Numbah 3 didn't think about that too much. Instead, she ran over to the Teens Next Door Tree House Headquarters. Even though she was a Kid Next Door, she still knew the access code to get inside the weapons base.
"Access code, please," the computer said.
"DTFDTL," Numbah 3 replied.
The computer accepted the code and allowed Numbah 3 in. Once inside, she grabbed a flashlight off a desk and shined it all over the room. There were soda pop lasers, bubblegum guns, chili pepper heat blasters, and icy crusher rifles all over the floor. The S.P.L.A.N.K.E.R. sat in a corner of the room as well as the T.H.U.M.P.E.R.
"Nothing here can help me get Number 3 back!" Numbah 3 cried. She turned and shined the light on something behind her. There stood a huge flight machine. "I take that back." Numbah 3 hopped into the machine.
-Computer Screen-
Teens Next Door: G.R.A.B.B.E.R.
Giant
Robotic
Arm
Badly
Beats
Enemies
Roughly
-End Computer Screen-
Numbah 3 typed a bunch of confusing calculations into the computer of the ship. She had never driven this flight machine before. In fact, she had never driven any of the Teens Next Door or Kids Next Door 2 X 4 Technology Flight Weapons. It couldn't be that hard, right? Numbah 2 and Number 5 had driven these machines so many times, and it looked so easy. Numbah 3 grabbed the controls of the ship and pulled them up, thinking that meant altitude.
CRASH!!!
The ship plowed itself into the ground.
"Maybe I should read the instruction manual first."
Meanwhile, all was not right with Number 3. He was still feeling sick to his stomach and hated it. He didn't understand this enemy's goal. In the past two battles, once things were explained, the reason for the enemy hatching some sort of plan was apparent. The Delightful Teens from Down the Lane wanted to get rid of the TND once and for all. Just like when the Delightful Children from Down the Lane did it, the Delightful Teens turned the leader of the TND into an adult. Later, the Common Cold had taken Number 2 in an attempt to make her his queen. Grandma Stuffums, however, didn't seem to have some sort of plan.
"She's just using me to get a cheap laugh!" Number 3 cried, pounding his fists into the floor. "I just don't understand her goal. Is this just a step in a whole process she's figured out for me?"
Number 3 stopped pounding his fists to the floor. He lay down on it and stared up to the ceiling of the white room he was in. He hugged himself as tears fell down his face.
Flashback
"Let me go! Give me back control of my life, and let me become the individual boy I once was!"
"Never! You're going to be a slave for me and like it!"
The harsh ruler flashed a hand out in front of her and used an invisible energy to twist her new slave's neck. The poor boy fell back and writhed in the hot pain. His body shook as life was taken away from him.
"One day, I shall live again," he announced.
End Flashback
Number 3 didn't have to ask himself why this all felt so familiar. This had happened before.
Back at the tree house, Numbah 3 was reading the pages of the instruction manual to the Teens Next Door G.R.A.B.B.E.R. She was about halfway through when she saw a light out of the corner of her eye. She looked towards a window and saw a figure walking around inside a room in the tree house. Numbah 3 panicked for a second and instinct took over. She hid underneath the seat of the machine.
"Hello? Is anybody out there?" Numbah 5 asked, soda pop laser in hand. She shined a flashlight across the room and nervously looked at everything all still and silent. "Numbah 5 thinks she's not alone."
"Numbah 5!" Numbah 3 exclaimed. "Is that you?"
Numbah 3 jumped up from her hiding spot, accidentally tripping over a loose wire on the floor of the machine. Numbah 5 shined the light inside the flight machine and sighed with relief when she saw her fellow operative.
"Numbah 3, what are you doing in the Teens Next Door G.R.A.B.B.E.R.?" she asked. "You know how Number 1 freaks when somebody touches her technology. Oh, well, actually, she might not be freaking for much longer."
"Why?"
"Number 4 spazzed when she found out that Number 1 betrayed a member of the Teens Next Door. Number 86 will be visiting us tomorrow."
"No! They're going to decommission Number 1? Does she know?"
"Number 1 doesn't know yet. The TND were just talking about it in their hang out room. I was listening in on their conversation when I saw you out here." Numbah 5 sighed. "It's looking like they might want to get rid of her."
"They can't do that!" Numbah 3 argued. "Number 1 isn't even fourteen, let alone old enough to be decommissioned!"
"Go figure! We don't know Number 86. For all we know, she could be worse than our Numbah 86. Actually, we know nothing about her! We don't even know if this is a girl we're talking about!"
"Wow, a mystery operative," Numbah 3 whispered. "Well, I guess I'm settled. I better get going."
"Where are you going?"
"To find Number 3."
"Alone?"
"Uh-huh."
"You're crazy!" Numbah 5 accused. "If you're going on a search and rescue mission, then I'm coming with you!"
Numbah 5 threw off her bathrobe to reveal her day clothes and hopped into the G.R.A.B.B.E.R. with Numbah 3. The two girls flew off in search of the TND tough guy.
"Do we have any leads to where Number 3 might be?" Numbah 5 asked.
"No," Numbah 3 replied nervously, "I just sort of wanted to find him, but I guess I didn't think about geographically challenged part."
Numbah 5 sighed heavily and looked out the window at the passing world. She looked to the back seat of the G.R.A.B.B.E.R., and her eyes grew wide.
"Oh, my God!" she screamed. "Who are you?"
"Calm down! It's me, Number 8 of the Teens Next Door!"
"Number 8?" Numbah 3 turned around and looked at the teenage operative. She put her hands over her mouth in surprise. "What are you doing here?"
"HOLD ONTO THE CONTROLS!!!" Number 8 shouted, grabbing hold of the steering stick. "Are you insane? If there's anything you should not do when flying a piece of 2 X 4 technology, it's let go of the controls!"
"Sorry," Numbah 3 mumbled.
"You should be," Number 8 scolded. "Now, we need to go get Number 3 back!"
"How do you know about Number 3 going missing?" Numbah 5 asked.
"Uh, it's just that, um, I sort of li-"
"Never mind. Let's just go."
An hour later, the three operatives came upon a strange building on an uncharted island in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. Numbah 5 stayed inside the G.R.A.B.B.E.R. while Numbah 3 and Number 8 slid down two ropes to the roof of the building. Number 8 used a laser to eat through the roof, and the two operatives jumped down into a single hallway.
"This is scary," Numbah 3 whispered. "I've only been on one solo mission before."
"This is sort of a trio mission," Number 8 reasoned. "Numbah 5 is making sure we're okay from the ship, and I'm with you here. We'll be okay. You have my word as captain of my school's tennis team, and as Number 8 of the Teens Next Door."
Numbah 3 smiled and the two girls continued down the hallways in an attempt to find any clues that might lead them to where Number 3 was. That didn't take long. Number 8 opened up the last door on the right side of the hall.
"Number 3!" she shouted. She and Numbah 3 ran into the room. Number 3 was on the floor scrunched up into a little ball in pain. He looked up to his fellow operatives. His face was pale green with sickness.
"You guys have to get out of here," he said, "or else Liver and Onions will capture you guys for Granny, too."
"We're not going to get captured because we're getting you out of here!" Number 8 announced. She and Numbah 3 picked Number 3 up and started running out into the halls to find where Numbah 5 was hovering overhead. No sooner had they tried to leave, none other than Liver and Onions stopped them.
"Were do you Kiddies Next Door think you're going?" Liver asked. "You're not taking Granny's grandson!"
"So that's what she wanted to do with him!" Numbah 3 announced.
"And Number 3 and I are not kids," Number 8 said matter-of-factly.
"No matter!" Onions said together. "We're still going to beat you!"
"We'll see about that!" Number 8 challenged as she took out a walkie- talkie. "Numbah 5, we have the operative. Grab us!"
"You got it!"
Numbah 5 flew overhead in the G.R.A.B.B.E.R. with a giant claw coming down. She picked her three fellow operatives up and dropped them safely inside.
She dropped them literally.
"Numbah 5, work on the landing of this thing," Number 8 ordered, rubbing her sore bottom.
"It's not my fault! If you should complain to anyone, it should be Numbah 2 or Number 5!"
"Whatever! Just get us out of here!"
Before Numbah 5 could get anyone away from the building, there was a giant tug on the grabbing claw. The TND and KND looked down to see Grandma Stuffums hanging onto the claw.
"Let go!" Numbah 3 shouted.
"Never! I need my grandson in order to test out my latest recipes!" Granny shouted back. She took out her giant spoon and gave it a swoop. Spinach climbed up the rope attached to the claw and into the ship.
"Where's Number 1 when you need her?" Number 3 asked. "She loves spinach!"
"Remind me to call Number 1 a freak as soon as we get home," Numbah 3 requested. She took out her mustard gun and fired at the walking vegetables. A few of them fell back, but others were able to climb into the ship.
"Numbah 5 wishes that Numbah 2 was here to eat," Numbah 5 said before a hunk of living spinach forced itself down her throat. The ship rocked back and forth in the air with uneasiness due to the load of people.
"We've got to get this mutant food off the ship before we crash!" Number 8 shouted. "That could happen, you know!"
The rest of the team agreed. Numbah 5 tried her hardest to keep the ship under control. It was a little hard with disgusting spinach trying to jump into her mouth. Number 3 was the only one that wasn't being attacked by the food. He was already sick anyway. He looked at the living food attacking the team. Liver and Onions were now in the ship. Grandma Stuffums was climbing up the ropes.
{If I can get her to stop hanging onto the ship,} he thought, {then maybe we can fly back home. We wouldn't have to worry since we could probably just chop up the spinach and bring it back for Numbah 2 and Number 1.}
Number 3 didn't have time to think about the situation. Despite the pain in his stomach, he stood up and walked over to the controls for the grabbing claw of the ship. After experimenting with a few of the buttons, he found one that finally did something he wanted. He pressed a twisted button, and the grabbing claw starting flailing in all directions.
"What are you doing to me?" Granny shouted. "You're my little grandson!"
"Lady, I'm not related to you!" Number 3 snapped. He pressed the twisted button again, and Granny flew off the rope. She fell fast along with Liver and Onions right into the Atlantic Ocean.
"And what should we do with them?" Number 8 asked, pointing towards the few remaining pieces of spinach.
"Number 1 and Numbah 2 are going to eat like kings tonight," Numbah 5 announced as she flew the ship home.
Back at the tree house, everyone was in a panic. They had finally realized that a few of their operatives were missing.
"Calm down, everyone!" Numbah 1 commanded. "I'm sure that Numbah 5 and Numbah 3 are okay!"
"But what if they've been kidnapped by Liver and Onions, too?" Number 2 shrieked. "I don't want to lose my friends!"
"Or what if the Delightful Dorks have them?" Numbah 4 suggested.
Making perfect time, the main door to the tree house swung open and there stood the missing operatives.
"Numbah 3! 5!" Number 4 shouted running towards her other team members.
"Number 3! Number 8!" Numbah 1 chimed in. The rest of the team ran over to greet their operatives. "What happened to you guys? Where have you been all night? Numbah 3, Mushi was worried sick about you!"
Suddenly, something sounded like it was landing on the property. The reunited KND and TND looked out the window to see two figures walking out of a ship.
"Where's the little troublemaker?" Numbah 86 screamed.
"Oh yeah," Numbah 5 looked towards Number 1 and sighed, "Number 1, you're getting a visit from the two 86s."
"No," Number 1 whispered. "I'm getting decommissioned???"
"Nobody calls Numbah 86 without a reason!"
"I'm afraid it's true, Number 1," Number 86 said, "but we'll be giving you a trial first."
~*End of Chapter Five*~
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~*Chapter 5*~
Numbah 3 slowly changed out of her nightgown and into her green sweater and black pants. She put her green socks and black and white sneakers on. She tied the laces up and ran a brush through her hair. Before she left her room, she tucked Mushi under the covers of her bed. She grabbed a mustard gun from under her bed and opened up the window out of her room. She crawled out and climbed down the wall of her house. She reached the bottom and ran down the streets of the neighborhood. As she ran, something came to mind.
"I feel like I know this from somewhere," she huffed and she ran down the sidewalk. "Have I heard about this, or has someone else escaped like this before?"
Numbah 3 didn't think about that too much. Instead, she ran over to the Teens Next Door Tree House Headquarters. Even though she was a Kid Next Door, she still knew the access code to get inside the weapons base.
"Access code, please," the computer said.
"DTFDTL," Numbah 3 replied.
The computer accepted the code and allowed Numbah 3 in. Once inside, she grabbed a flashlight off a desk and shined it all over the room. There were soda pop lasers, bubblegum guns, chili pepper heat blasters, and icy crusher rifles all over the floor. The S.P.L.A.N.K.E.R. sat in a corner of the room as well as the T.H.U.M.P.E.R.
"Nothing here can help me get Number 3 back!" Numbah 3 cried. She turned and shined the light on something behind her. There stood a huge flight machine. "I take that back." Numbah 3 hopped into the machine.
-Computer Screen-
Teens Next Door: G.R.A.B.B.E.R.
Giant
Robotic
Arm
Badly
Beats
Enemies
Roughly
-End Computer Screen-
Numbah 3 typed a bunch of confusing calculations into the computer of the ship. She had never driven this flight machine before. In fact, she had never driven any of the Teens Next Door or Kids Next Door 2 X 4 Technology Flight Weapons. It couldn't be that hard, right? Numbah 2 and Number 5 had driven these machines so many times, and it looked so easy. Numbah 3 grabbed the controls of the ship and pulled them up, thinking that meant altitude.
CRASH!!!
The ship plowed itself into the ground.
"Maybe I should read the instruction manual first."
Meanwhile, all was not right with Number 3. He was still feeling sick to his stomach and hated it. He didn't understand this enemy's goal. In the past two battles, once things were explained, the reason for the enemy hatching some sort of plan was apparent. The Delightful Teens from Down the Lane wanted to get rid of the TND once and for all. Just like when the Delightful Children from Down the Lane did it, the Delightful Teens turned the leader of the TND into an adult. Later, the Common Cold had taken Number 2 in an attempt to make her his queen. Grandma Stuffums, however, didn't seem to have some sort of plan.
"She's just using me to get a cheap laugh!" Number 3 cried, pounding his fists into the floor. "I just don't understand her goal. Is this just a step in a whole process she's figured out for me?"
Number 3 stopped pounding his fists to the floor. He lay down on it and stared up to the ceiling of the white room he was in. He hugged himself as tears fell down his face.
Flashback
"Let me go! Give me back control of my life, and let me become the individual boy I once was!"
"Never! You're going to be a slave for me and like it!"
The harsh ruler flashed a hand out in front of her and used an invisible energy to twist her new slave's neck. The poor boy fell back and writhed in the hot pain. His body shook as life was taken away from him.
"One day, I shall live again," he announced.
End Flashback
Number 3 didn't have to ask himself why this all felt so familiar. This had happened before.
Back at the tree house, Numbah 3 was reading the pages of the instruction manual to the Teens Next Door G.R.A.B.B.E.R. She was about halfway through when she saw a light out of the corner of her eye. She looked towards a window and saw a figure walking around inside a room in the tree house. Numbah 3 panicked for a second and instinct took over. She hid underneath the seat of the machine.
"Hello? Is anybody out there?" Numbah 5 asked, soda pop laser in hand. She shined a flashlight across the room and nervously looked at everything all still and silent. "Numbah 5 thinks she's not alone."
"Numbah 5!" Numbah 3 exclaimed. "Is that you?"
Numbah 3 jumped up from her hiding spot, accidentally tripping over a loose wire on the floor of the machine. Numbah 5 shined the light inside the flight machine and sighed with relief when she saw her fellow operative.
"Numbah 3, what are you doing in the Teens Next Door G.R.A.B.B.E.R.?" she asked. "You know how Number 1 freaks when somebody touches her technology. Oh, well, actually, she might not be freaking for much longer."
"Why?"
"Number 4 spazzed when she found out that Number 1 betrayed a member of the Teens Next Door. Number 86 will be visiting us tomorrow."
"No! They're going to decommission Number 1? Does she know?"
"Number 1 doesn't know yet. The TND were just talking about it in their hang out room. I was listening in on their conversation when I saw you out here." Numbah 5 sighed. "It's looking like they might want to get rid of her."
"They can't do that!" Numbah 3 argued. "Number 1 isn't even fourteen, let alone old enough to be decommissioned!"
"Go figure! We don't know Number 86. For all we know, she could be worse than our Numbah 86. Actually, we know nothing about her! We don't even know if this is a girl we're talking about!"
"Wow, a mystery operative," Numbah 3 whispered. "Well, I guess I'm settled. I better get going."
"Where are you going?"
"To find Number 3."
"Alone?"
"Uh-huh."
"You're crazy!" Numbah 5 accused. "If you're going on a search and rescue mission, then I'm coming with you!"
Numbah 5 threw off her bathrobe to reveal her day clothes and hopped into the G.R.A.B.B.E.R. with Numbah 3. The two girls flew off in search of the TND tough guy.
"Do we have any leads to where Number 3 might be?" Numbah 5 asked.
"No," Numbah 3 replied nervously, "I just sort of wanted to find him, but I guess I didn't think about geographically challenged part."
Numbah 5 sighed heavily and looked out the window at the passing world. She looked to the back seat of the G.R.A.B.B.E.R., and her eyes grew wide.
"Oh, my God!" she screamed. "Who are you?"
"Calm down! It's me, Number 8 of the Teens Next Door!"
"Number 8?" Numbah 3 turned around and looked at the teenage operative. She put her hands over her mouth in surprise. "What are you doing here?"
"HOLD ONTO THE CONTROLS!!!" Number 8 shouted, grabbing hold of the steering stick. "Are you insane? If there's anything you should not do when flying a piece of 2 X 4 technology, it's let go of the controls!"
"Sorry," Numbah 3 mumbled.
"You should be," Number 8 scolded. "Now, we need to go get Number 3 back!"
"How do you know about Number 3 going missing?" Numbah 5 asked.
"Uh, it's just that, um, I sort of li-"
"Never mind. Let's just go."
An hour later, the three operatives came upon a strange building on an uncharted island in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. Numbah 5 stayed inside the G.R.A.B.B.E.R. while Numbah 3 and Number 8 slid down two ropes to the roof of the building. Number 8 used a laser to eat through the roof, and the two operatives jumped down into a single hallway.
"This is scary," Numbah 3 whispered. "I've only been on one solo mission before."
"This is sort of a trio mission," Number 8 reasoned. "Numbah 5 is making sure we're okay from the ship, and I'm with you here. We'll be okay. You have my word as captain of my school's tennis team, and as Number 8 of the Teens Next Door."
Numbah 3 smiled and the two girls continued down the hallways in an attempt to find any clues that might lead them to where Number 3 was. That didn't take long. Number 8 opened up the last door on the right side of the hall.
"Number 3!" she shouted. She and Numbah 3 ran into the room. Number 3 was on the floor scrunched up into a little ball in pain. He looked up to his fellow operatives. His face was pale green with sickness.
"You guys have to get out of here," he said, "or else Liver and Onions will capture you guys for Granny, too."
"We're not going to get captured because we're getting you out of here!" Number 8 announced. She and Numbah 3 picked Number 3 up and started running out into the halls to find where Numbah 5 was hovering overhead. No sooner had they tried to leave, none other than Liver and Onions stopped them.
"Were do you Kiddies Next Door think you're going?" Liver asked. "You're not taking Granny's grandson!"
"So that's what she wanted to do with him!" Numbah 3 announced.
"And Number 3 and I are not kids," Number 8 said matter-of-factly.
"No matter!" Onions said together. "We're still going to beat you!"
"We'll see about that!" Number 8 challenged as she took out a walkie- talkie. "Numbah 5, we have the operative. Grab us!"
"You got it!"
Numbah 5 flew overhead in the G.R.A.B.B.E.R. with a giant claw coming down. She picked her three fellow operatives up and dropped them safely inside.
She dropped them literally.
"Numbah 5, work on the landing of this thing," Number 8 ordered, rubbing her sore bottom.
"It's not my fault! If you should complain to anyone, it should be Numbah 2 or Number 5!"
"Whatever! Just get us out of here!"
Before Numbah 5 could get anyone away from the building, there was a giant tug on the grabbing claw. The TND and KND looked down to see Grandma Stuffums hanging onto the claw.
"Let go!" Numbah 3 shouted.
"Never! I need my grandson in order to test out my latest recipes!" Granny shouted back. She took out her giant spoon and gave it a swoop. Spinach climbed up the rope attached to the claw and into the ship.
"Where's Number 1 when you need her?" Number 3 asked. "She loves spinach!"
"Remind me to call Number 1 a freak as soon as we get home," Numbah 3 requested. She took out her mustard gun and fired at the walking vegetables. A few of them fell back, but others were able to climb into the ship.
"Numbah 5 wishes that Numbah 2 was here to eat," Numbah 5 said before a hunk of living spinach forced itself down her throat. The ship rocked back and forth in the air with uneasiness due to the load of people.
"We've got to get this mutant food off the ship before we crash!" Number 8 shouted. "That could happen, you know!"
The rest of the team agreed. Numbah 5 tried her hardest to keep the ship under control. It was a little hard with disgusting spinach trying to jump into her mouth. Number 3 was the only one that wasn't being attacked by the food. He was already sick anyway. He looked at the living food attacking the team. Liver and Onions were now in the ship. Grandma Stuffums was climbing up the ropes.
{If I can get her to stop hanging onto the ship,} he thought, {then maybe we can fly back home. We wouldn't have to worry since we could probably just chop up the spinach and bring it back for Numbah 2 and Number 1.}
Number 3 didn't have time to think about the situation. Despite the pain in his stomach, he stood up and walked over to the controls for the grabbing claw of the ship. After experimenting with a few of the buttons, he found one that finally did something he wanted. He pressed a twisted button, and the grabbing claw starting flailing in all directions.
"What are you doing to me?" Granny shouted. "You're my little grandson!"
"Lady, I'm not related to you!" Number 3 snapped. He pressed the twisted button again, and Granny flew off the rope. She fell fast along with Liver and Onions right into the Atlantic Ocean.
"And what should we do with them?" Number 8 asked, pointing towards the few remaining pieces of spinach.
"Number 1 and Numbah 2 are going to eat like kings tonight," Numbah 5 announced as she flew the ship home.
Back at the tree house, everyone was in a panic. They had finally realized that a few of their operatives were missing.
"Calm down, everyone!" Numbah 1 commanded. "I'm sure that Numbah 5 and Numbah 3 are okay!"
"But what if they've been kidnapped by Liver and Onions, too?" Number 2 shrieked. "I don't want to lose my friends!"
"Or what if the Delightful Dorks have them?" Numbah 4 suggested.
Making perfect time, the main door to the tree house swung open and there stood the missing operatives.
"Numbah 3! 5!" Number 4 shouted running towards her other team members.
"Number 3! Number 8!" Numbah 1 chimed in. The rest of the team ran over to greet their operatives. "What happened to you guys? Where have you been all night? Numbah 3, Mushi was worried sick about you!"
Suddenly, something sounded like it was landing on the property. The reunited KND and TND looked out the window to see two figures walking out of a ship.
"Where's the little troublemaker?" Numbah 86 screamed.
"Oh yeah," Numbah 5 looked towards Number 1 and sighed, "Number 1, you're getting a visit from the two 86s."
"No," Number 1 whispered. "I'm getting decommissioned???"
"Nobody calls Numbah 86 without a reason!"
"I'm afraid it's true, Number 1," Number 86 said, "but we'll be giving you a trial first."
~*End of Chapter Five*~