Love IS Crazy!

By- SarahRulerOfDaUniverese

Chapter 8- A helpful 'voice' ends it all

Numbuh Three: o___O …why'd you make Numbuh Four the leader?

Sarah-RODU: ^__^ good question! ::pats Numbuh Three on the head:: It's quite simple, really! ^___^ I did it because Numbuh Four is an untrustworthy CRAAAAZY lil' monkey!

Numbuh Three: ^___^ OKAY!!!

Sarah-RODU: And I'm also TERRIBLY sorry for not updating the story…I wrote about half of it like about three weeks ago but I forgot to save and got kinda pissed and…well, yanno…JUST DON'T FLAME!!! ;-; It's summer, and I dun need no flames!

Numbuh Four: So ah guess I'll be tha hero in this story?

Sarah-RODU: Hmm…^__^ NAH!!! This part is just leading to more FOUR BASHING and MAYBE a LITTLE bit of heroism…

Numbuh Four: -_____-

Sarah-RODU: Now, here's the disclaimer! AND PLEASE FORGIVE ME!!! ::gets on knees and begs forgiveness::

Disclaimer: Miss Sarah L., a.k.a. SarahRulerOfDaUniverse, does not own Codename: Kids Next Door or the movie called 8 Mile. She is just a helpless writer who is begging for your forgiveness!

Sarah-RODU: Now on with the story!

Numbuh Four walked around in the tree house where his team once lived in. He was now all alone, a leader…but of what exactly? A team that hasn't a true leader? Or a spy? Or a mechanic?

          "If only ah knew what ta do…" he wondered out loud. "Ah don't even know where the team is…"

          ~Well, today's your lucky day, blondie. I can help.~

          Numbuh Four jumped at the familiar voice. "Who said 'at?!?" he asked quickly. "I ain't 'fraid o' ya!"

          ~Wow. You're a bigger idiot than I imagined. I'm here to HELP. Not to kick you're a**, though I do believe you need a good a** whooping.~

          "Well, ya ain't helpin' by sayin' that, ya b****."

          ~Go to h***, motherf*****.~

          "Okay, okay! Can ya start helpin' me now? And by tha way, who are ya?"

         

          ~Huh…? Who am I? Hmm…no one important. Now, you may not know it, but all of the girls are hypnotized. You need to make them snap out of it, so you can get Numbuh One and Numbuh Two-Seventy-Four back!~

          "How am I supposed ta get tha girls ta act normal again?"

          ~Remind them of how things used to be, stupid! When you are done, I'll get in touch with you again to see how you're doing. See ya!~

          "But how am I-" Numbuh Four paused. "Hello? Are ya still there?"

          No response.

          "Ah guess ah'd betta get goin'," said Numbuh Four to himself.

          Before the 'Tough Guy' left, he grabbed a bag and went around the tree house for a few odd-looking items. He first went into Numbuh Three's room and, though it disgusted him so, he picked up a rainbow monkey and put it in the bag.

          Secondly, he went into Numbuh Five's room and took a picture of Numbuh One, which was carefully hidden in a closet. He also took a radio and some bricks.

          'If only tha team could see me now…' he thought to himself. Numbuh Four was quite small, and very stupid for that matter, but something inside of him kept telling him that he could pull this stunt off, and finally get the attention of a certain girl…

          This certain girl was in danger, and in his mind, he belived it was mostly his fault she is suffering such a fate, though he never really showed it. Now, it was up to him and this time, he wasn't going to care what his chances were! Her name was…Numbuh Three. This was his opportunity…

          "Ya only get one shot…opportunity…lifetime…" he said to himself, mimicking the guy from one of his favorite violent movies, 8 Mile.

          He then rushed out of the tree house, carrying the sack of objects he had just collected, not knowing that someone was watching him closely…but not just anyone…an fic writer temporarily changing sides…

~WITH THE DELIGHTFUL CHILDREN~

          "The blonde Australian kid is on his way here," said the Delightful Children in their usual dull tone.

          "Shall I take care of him?" asked the hypnotized Numbuh Eight with a slight interest.

          "No, leave it up to me! I expect he'll be quite easy to defeat," volunteered Numbuh Five.

          "No," declared the Delightful Children. "Let him come. He can't-"

          The Delightful Children got cut off by Numbuh Four, who just burst in through the door.

          "NO ONE CAN BRAIN WASH NUMBUH THREE AND NOT HAFTA GO THROUGH ME!!!" he screamed, charging at the unbelievably dull kids, grabbing what had been inside the bag he'd been carrying. He ran up to Numbuh Three and held up the bright, happy rainbow monkey and began to explain nervously.

          "NUMBUH THREE!!! THIS IS A RAINBOW MONKEY!!! YA LIKE TA PLAY WITH 'EM!!! REMEMBER!!!!"

          He then took out the radio and turned it to a familiar song…

          '…Guess who's back, back again. Shady's back, tell a friend. Guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back…'

          As soon as he heard the music, he grabbed the picture of Numbuh One and pushed it into Numbuh Five's face and yelled, "THIS IS NUMBUH ONE!!! YA LIKE 'IM!!! AND 'E LIKES YA BACK!!!"

          Numbuh Four must have done this very quickly, because most of the hypnotized KND members were dazed at the sight of items Numbuh Four had brought with him, with the exception of Numbuh Seven, who was about to jump atop Numbuh Four, but he striked first, with a brick.

          "YEAH!!! HEH, YOU'RE WEAK!!! I BET YA CAN'T EVEN DESTROY ME, AND AH'M SHORTER THAN YA!!! HAHAHAHA!!!!"

          Numbuh Seven's eyebrows twitched. "Wha…what did you say?"

          Numbuh Four hurled another brick at her, which nearly hit her head. "YA MUST BE TOO STUPID TA UNDASTAND!!! HEH, YA WANT ME TA SPELL IT OUT FER YA! Y-O-U S-U-C-K!!!!!"

          "GO TO H***, NUMBUH FOUR!!"

          "MAKE MEH!!!"

          At that word, Numbuh Seven started chasing the crazy little blonde monkey. When all of the girls snapped out of it and noticed their surroundings, they started to panic.

          "Where's Numbuh Two-Seventy-Four?"

          "Numbuh One ain't here!"

          "WAHHH!!! I WANT MY NACHOS!!!"

          "WHAT HAPPENED TO MY TREE HOUSE?"

          Instead of trying to answer these questions, Numbuh Four put on a goofy grin, expressing his triumph and how much of an idiot he was.

          "You didn't defeat us yet, Kids Next Door," mumbled a dull, boring voice that belonged to the Delightful Children.

          ~Numbuh Four, you IDIOT! You were supposed to get rid of them first!~

          "Huh? Oh it's YOU again!"

          Numbuh Four argued with the mysterious voice for about a few seconds until Numbuh Three came running at him, tears forming in eyes.

          "We…we are going t-to die…"

          ~See, blondie, you made your girlfriend cry. Man, you must suck!~

          "Wha' are ya talkin'-" Numbuh Four got cut off as soon as a huge cage dropped on top of Numbuh Three, Numbuh Four, Numbuh Five, Numbuh Seven, and Numbuh Eight, who are now supposedly doomed.

          "Wait a minute…This is mah cage! People keep stealin' it!" squealed Numbuh Four.

          "You see, Kids Next Door," said the Delightful Children. "You can't possibly win…"

          After this comment, Numbuh One and Numbuh Two-Seventy-Four burst in through the door to prove the Delightful Children wrong, or maybe not…

          "Numbuh Eight! What have they done to you?" asked Numbuh Two-Seventy-Four, rushing to the curly-haired girl in the cage.

          "THE DELIGHTFUL CHILDREN!"

          "…Huh..?"

          Before Numbuh One and Numbuh Two-Seventy-Four could move, a giant robot arm came, grabbed them, and hurled them into the cage with their teammates.

          Numbuh Eight glared at Numbuh Two-Seventy-Four.

          "You idiot!"

          ~Yeah, Numbuh Eight, you're right, your teammates ARE idiots…I guess I'll have to do this myself…~

          With a small pop, someone appeared outside the cage, but not just anyone, it was none other than…

          "D-San?" called Numbuh Seven. "What are you doing here?"

          "Well, I know I usually torture you kids in my fics, but since you broke up, it wouldn't be any fun doing that if you were not together, don't you think?"

          D-San immediately got out a big f*****g hammer and with one mighty blow, the Delightful Children were gone, and the cage trapping the Kids Next Door magically disappeared.

          "'Ey! 'Ow come ya got rid of 'em so easily?"

          "Well, unlike you, Numbuh Four, I have brains. Well, I guess I'll see ya later!"

          And with another small pop, D-San was gone.

          "Well, um, I guess that's over…" said Numbuh One.

          "Well, of course it's not!" cried Numbuh Seven, pushing Numbuh Five closer to Numbuh One. They pair blushed, and didn't look at each other directly. "I've still gotta play match maker! Now, Numbuh One, tell Numbuh Five what she wants to hear, Numbuh Five, same thing!"

          "Uh…Well, Numbuh Five…" started Numbuh One. "I well…I sort of…like you…er…a lot…"

          Numbuh Five smiled. "I like ya too, Numbuh One."

          Numbuh Five leaned toward Numbuh One, and soon, their lips met, which left Numbuh One a shade of scarlet.

          "Now it's Numbuh Five's turn to play match maker!" declared Numbuh Five, walking towards Numbuh Eight and Numbuh Two-Seventy-Four.

          Numbuh Seven was slightly surprised and mumbled, "I thought I was the only one that could play match maker around here…"

          Numbuh Five gave a small push, but it wasn't needed, for Numbuh Eight and Numbuh Two-Seventy-Four were edging closer to each other and it resulted in another kiss.

          Numbuh Seven started gagging. "Ugh…who can stand any more mush?"

          "I can!" cried Numbuh Three as she pecked Numbuh Four on the cheek, who was now a bright shade of red.

          Numbuh Seven looked rather surprised. She didn't say anything for a moment, but after about a minute or so, she grinned and yelled, "Four and Three, sittin' in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G! And what's up with you, Numbuh Five, what kind of weirdo likes a BALD GUY!?!" After these comments, she broke into a run, soon followed by Numbuh Four, Numbuh Three, Numbuh One, and Numbuh Five, who looked all pretty pissed.

          Numbuh Eight smiled at Numbuh Two-Seventy-Four, who put his arm around her, and together, they walked off, slowly following their idiot teammates who proved that Love IS Crazy, that the element of jealousy can make even the strongest kid seem weak.

-THE END-

Numbuh Five: Whatever happened to Numbuh Two?

Sarah-RODU: ^___^ He enjoyed a long, queer, life working as a stripper in a gay strip club!

All of the KND: O___O;

Numbuh Three: Why did ya put D-San in this story? O___o;

Sarah-RODU: ^___^ 'Cause D-San is cool!

Numbuh Four: And we aren't?

Sarah-RODU: ^___^ NOPE!!!

Numbuh One: So the story is over?

Sarah-RODU: ;___; sadly, yes.

All of the KND: YAY!!! ::celebrate::

Sarah-RODU: ^__^ But…If the reviewers give me an idea for a sequel…You'd better watch out!

All of the KND: ;_____; WAHHH!!

Sarah-RODU: ^____^ Please Review! Also, if ya got time, check out some of D-San's fics! They are REALLY COOL!!! I hope ya liked this little fic o' mine…

Numbuh Four: -____- I bet they didn't…