Bob the Builder (Yes we can)
Scoot, Muck and Dizzy
And Roly too
Lofty and Wendy
Join the crew
Bob and the gang
have so much fun
Working together
They get the job done
Bob the Builder
Jolteon: Can we fix him?
Bob th-- what?!
Umbreon: Yes you can.
As the rest of Team Eeveeon gladly charges towards the fleeing Bob, Umbreon heaves a sigh.
Umbreon: That's the last time I get those dorks to fix the clubhouse -- they simply insist on singing their theme song before working. *turns to audience once again* I don't own anything here. Except for Team Eeveeon, their clubhouse, the T.A.K.E.O.F.F. (Oh please you really don't need me to go through what it stands for again do you?), this control room -- and I definitely DO NOT want to own Bob the Builder. Ick.
Chapter 4: The Biosphere Battlefield Bashup (Part III)
Fast Food Feud Finish
As Umbreon fiddles with the main computer in the T.A.K.E.O.F.F. control room, the rest of the gang enters.
Umbreon: I assume you four got rid of Dork the Builder?
Team Eeveeon: Affirmative, captain.
Umbreon: Brilliant. Maybe they'll think twice before going through their theme song again. Anyway, we'll just see how Jessie A is doing...
Meanwhile, a beam of light shatters the desperate situation in the Biosphere Battlefield...
Numbuh 4: Great. Just great. Here comes another enemy to beat the tomato juice out of us.
Numbuh 1: No, wait, Numbuh 4! It looks like...
The five kids (including Numbuh 3, who seems to have come out from her state of delirium) begin to recognise the 14-year-old Mexican girl that just appeared right in front of their eyes.
Kids Next Door: JESSIE A!
Numbuh 2: *cowering* Oh no! Please, don't call Grandma Stuffum to give me a feast, please don't--
Numbuh 5: Eh, Numbuh 2 -- Grandma Stuffum already gave us a feast.
Numbuh 2: What? Oh no!
Numbuh 5: *mutters* Doofus.
Numbuh 1: What brings you here, Jessie? You're not going to turn us into babies again, are you?
Jessie A: Nah, I haven't time for that. By the way, Umbreon told me to give you this. *flings the bag at Numbuh 1, who catches it*
Numbuh 1: ?
Jessie A: Now if you excuse me, it's time for me to kick some butt!
Numbuh 1 peers into the bag curiously.
Numbuh 1: Holy cow!
Numbuh 5: What's in the bag, Numbuh 1?
Numbuh 4 grabs the bag over. Numbuh 3 takes a peek and yelps happily.
Numbuh 3: Hamburgers! *grabs one and begins to eat*
Pretty soon enough, each of the KND begin consuming the life-saving morsels of fast food, slowly regaining their energy.
Numbuh 2: Ah... Tomato, onions and beef patty never meant so much.
Numbuh 1: Wait, there's still something else in the bag... *picks out a piece of paper* Dear KND, within this bag we have included several pieces of specially engineered weaponry which you might find useful in defeating your enemies, Grandma Stuffum and Stickybeard. Love, Team Eeveeon.
Numbuh 5: Numbuh 1, what's wrong?
Numbuh 1: Nothing, Numbuh 5. And I can safely say that we're in for a fun time after all.
Meanwhile, as Jessie A is advances towards the duo, Umbreon gets a pile of candy and popcorn.
Vaporeon: What's up, Umbreon?
Umbreon: We're in for a good show.
Jolteon: How do you know?
Umbreon: Oh, you'll see. Jessie A's expert when it comes to using a baseball bat. Care to join me?
Flareon: Sure.
Jessie: Prepare to meet your doom, ya fatsos!
Grandma Stuffum: Oooh, skinny child. You need to eat! Load the Garlic and Gravy Meatball Surprises!
Chewy and Gooey get up, and begin filling up Stuffum's C.A.N.N.O.N. with stinky garlic-meat cannonballs.
Grandma Stuffum: FIRE!
A barrage of the disgusting cannonballs start zooming towards Jessie A, who cleanly knocks it all over the horizon with a few swings of her baseball bat.
Jessie A: Just as well as those things were as hard as cannonballs, or things would have been REALLY messy!
Back in the control room...
Team Eeveeon: Whoopee! Home run!
Stickybeard rears up for the attack.
Stickybeard: Take this, lassie!
From Stickybeard's sleeves shoot out a stream of candy canes right out at Jessie A -- except that these candy canes are pointed at the ends.
Jessie A: Take that! Hiya!
A few swings of her staff, and Jessie soon shatters the candy cane blades into mere fragments.
Jessie A: Hya! Good thing I took some lessons from Donatello!
Stickybeard: We're not done with you yet, lassie!
With apparent skill, Stickybeard flings a pair of lollipops forward, knocking her weapons from her hands!
Jessie A: OW! Hey, that hurt!
Grandma Stuffum: Come here, child, you need to eat!
Jessie A: Fat chance! Umbreon, I could use a little assistance, here!
In the control room...
Umbreon: Right, Jessie! I'll just activate the ChronoClimate Controls...
Umbreon flips open a little flap on the main control panel and briefly types a few details before hitting the Enter key:
THE CHRONOCLIMATE CONTROLS
Time Status: Midnight
Weather Status: Clear
Status of Sun/Moon: Full moon
Temperature Status: N/A
Umbreon: And let the transformation begin!
Back in the Biosphere Battlefield, as day gives way to night, Stuffum and Stickybeard stare on in utmost horror as Jessie begins to change into her werewolf form. The Kids Next Door, meanwhile, observe on as they lie in wait for further action.
Jessie A: Wroar! CANNON BLASTER ATTACK!
From Jessie A's hands shoots out a huge, flashing orb that charges itself at S&S.
FWABOOM!
Numbuh 2: Ouch.
Stickybeard: Whew, that was a close one, eh, Missu-?!
Unlike Stickybeard, Grandma Stuffum fast enough to duck the energy ball, and got her hair frazzled. And as for Liver & Onions... well, we don't want to comment.
Kids Next Door/Jessie A/Team Eeveeon: AH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Grandma Stuffum: Get. The. Secret. Weapon.
Stickybeard: At once, missus. *tries not to laugh at Stuffum's painful hairstyle* Arr, this T.R.A.N.N.Y.'ll (Transistor Radio Achieves Never-ending Noise, Yes?) put that scurvy swab back in her place.
Umbreon: What? Oh, no.
As Stickybeard presses the Play button on the T.R.A.N.N.Y., out blares an earsplittingly loud sound:
I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
all you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
so wont the real Slim Shady please stand up,
please stand up, please stand up
Vaporeon: Hey, what the heck's going on?
Umbreon: *sigh* Jessie's got a weakness for music.
Flareon: And Eminem?
Umbreon: Particularly Eminem.
Everybody watches as Jessie A collapses and reverts back to her human form.
Jolteon: Yourrrrrrrrrr'e OUT! *receives silencing stare from the others*
Numbuh 1: You know what this means, team?
Kids Next Door: Yeah!
Numbuh 1: Kids Next Door. Battle stations!
The Kids Next Door leap from their dugout, wielding their new weapons, charging towards the enemy.
Numbuh 1: F.R.I.E.S. (Fries Release Impact on Enemy Suckers)
Numbuh 2: H.A.M.B.U.R.G.E.R. (Hyper Assimilation Meat Blasters Usually Rapidly Grosses Enemy Repellers)
Numbuh 3: P.E.P.S.I.C.O.L.A. (Parries Enemy Pushovers, Soda Infusion Can Omit Loser Adults)
Numbuh 4: M.A.R.I.N.A.T.E. (Mustard Arsenal Relishes Impact Negating All Terrible Enemies)
Numbuh 5: V.A.N.I.L.L.A. (Vanquishes Affliction, Never-ending Ice-cream Leaves Lethargic Adults)
As the kids thunder on, Jessie A wakes up and sees the Kids Next Door charging for the onslaught.
Jessie A: Hey, wait for me!
Team Eeveeon cheers as Stickybeard and Stuffum are doused with mustard, coca-cola and ice-cream. Their henchmen try to avoid being splattered by the fries and beef patties.
Umbreon: Ha ha ha! You don't get this much entertainment on the television, do you guys?
Espeon: No kidding, man! I never knew watching the Kids Next Door could be so much fun!
Jolteon: You said it, sister!
As the team sprawls all over the control room in laughter, Umbreon accidentally activates the "Headquarters" button. Suddenly, the kids, villains, and Jessie A are beamed back into the Control Room.
Umbreon: What the-? What happened?
Vaporeon: I think you activated the homing button by accident, Umbreon.
Umbreon: What?!? Oh, darn it.
Team Eeveeon stares as the jumbled mass of people try to untangle themselves from the bulging teleportation tubes of the T.A.K.E.O.F.F.
Umbreon: Well, I suppose that concludes this experiment. Now who's going to do the end theme guitar solo?
Umbreon then wishes he kept his big mouth shut as everyone else in the room prepares to bash him to a pulp.
Umbreon: Oops. Ah heh heh heh...
Chicken: END!
For the next experiment, the Kids Next Door are on their own... no companions, no weapons; it's time for them to pit their wits against... ah, you'll have to stay tuned to Operation W.A.R.P.E.D. to find that out... and in the meantime I'm looking for five applicants to take part in an all-new experiment... where all I can say is that the Kids Next Door will be getting their own back after being continuously abused by so many authors. Reserve your places and your respective Numbuhs now! (And that means you, Dynasty San... Mwahahahahaha... Jessie A may also apply.)