Author's Notes: Hey! My fanfiction is liked!=) I'm glad to see that I still have some of that 'ol spark even after a large break from writing. Remember, if you feel that you have something that could make this story better, feel free to come right out and say it. OH! I forgot to put something here in the first chapter... *ahem* I do not own CODENAME: Kids Next Door. This is only a fanfiction, so please don't sue. I'm already broke as it is... CODENAME: Kids Next Door

"Operation: N.I.N.J.E.R.K."

Nearly Invincible Ninja Joins Enemies Rivaling Kids

Part 2: "A Change In Plans"

Night fell over the neighborhood, signifying the end of another day at K.N.D. headquarters. It had been a slow day for the tree house base, with no real disturbances anywhere. It was one of those rare days where kids and adults coexisted without any major disputes and, for 24 short hours, life was calm.

"Bah! I'm sick of this rubbish!" growled Numbah 4 in his Aussie accent as he beat the stuffing out of a punching bag in a far corner of the base's lounge. The others sat around a huge 60-inch television with channels zipping by on the screen. "Oh, hush up Numbah Fo!" Numbah 5 groaned as she sat in a red recliner, lazily staring up at the cieling. "I mean it guys! I mean, we've been stuck in this tree 'ouse doing nothing all day!" cried Numbah 4 as he gave the punching bag one last shot which sent it flying backwards. "Hey Numbah 1! Are you sure we didn't miss any mission briefings or somethin'?" Numbah 1 rubbed his forehead as he sank into a red couch, while Numbah 2 channel surfed with the remote in an almost hypnotic trance. "Ugh... yes, Numbah 4. There hasn't been any mission briefings since yesterday." replied Numbah 1. "This rots..." grumbled Numbah 4 just before the punching bag swung back and sent him sailing across the room.

Numbah 5 got up from the recliner and stretched. "Well guys, Numbah 5 thinks she oughta' take a page from Numbah 3's book and head on to bed early, since nuttin's goin' on. 'sides, a girl needs her beauty sleep..." she half-spoke, half-yawned as she walked out of the lounge. Numbah 4 got up and brushed himself off. "Yeah, Numbah 5's got a point 1. I'm goin' to bed. At least there'll be something' to do tomorrow." he muttered with a defeated tone in his voice as he trudged off to his room. Numbah 1 yawned. "Agreed. What about you, Numbah 2? ... Numbah 2?" The pilot of the K.N.D. was still flipping channels, oblivious to his teammates in his search for a decent show to pop up.

Meanwhile, outside of the K.N.D. base...

Undetected by Numbah 1's security system, Ginsu had managed to scale the side of the huge treehouse. The long ends of his green scarf flapped and fluttered in the night breeze as he approached a window. Sweat rolled off his brow as he climbed higher and higher, like a spider on the side of a house. Finally, he reached the window and peered inside to find a neatly organized room with furniture and thousands of stuffed animals resembling multi-colored monkeys, dimly lit by the light of the moon. "Peh... girls and their stupid stuffed toys..." the young ninja thought to himself as he reached into the opening of his gi. With one hand he pulled out what looked like a piece of plain white paper, which was folded into a knife-like shape in seconds with only the skillful fingers of his hand. Pressing the tip of the paper knife onto the window, Ginsu made a circle on the glass, which wobbled and fell backwards away from the rest of the window. After reaching in and undoing the latch, Ginsu carefully creeped through the opened window and entered the dark room filled with Rainbow Monkey dolls and merchandise. "Now, where am I?" Ginsu thought to himself, until he nearly smashed his knee against the side of a bed. Stifling a yelp, Ginsu looked down and was stunned to find what lay before him. Numbah 3 was fast asleep.

"This is her! This is Kuki Sanban!" the boy-ninja's mind screamed. As he took a step back, Numbah 3 shifted beneath her sheets, mumbling something about a tea party and Rainbow Monkey Island. Immediately, Ginsu's heart pounded as rage surged through his body. "You... your family will pay the price of dishonoring mine, starting with you." He murmured as he reached into his jacket again. Folding another piece of paper, he produced the likeness of a sword and raised it high above his head, ready to strike. Unfortunately for the would-be assassin, the point of his deadly creation struck a cieling lamp upon its ascent. The loud crash of shattering glass was loud enough to set off an alarm that awoke the entire base, including Numbah 3. She sat up like a toaster pastry, looking all around her as the emergency lights hummed to life and lit up the treehouse. "Wh-Who's there? What's going on?" she cried. Then, she saw him. They looked at each other for a moment, Ginsu standing next to her with his paper sword raised. Dropping the sword, Ginsu grabbed Numbah 3 as she screamed at the top of her lungs.

A minute later, Numbahs 1 through 5 kicked the door open with S.P.L.A.N.K.E.R.s and other weapons in hand. "What's going on? I don't see anyone!" said Numbah 2. They heard the scream again, coming from outside the base. It was then they noticed that Numbah 3's window had been completely smashed. "Quick! She's been taken outdoors!" cried Numbah 4. "Kids Next Door, to the emergency elevator! We must stop who ever is trying to take Numbah 3 at all costs!" commanded Numbah 1. As they all headed to the elevator, Numbah 5 thought to herself with a yawn "Man, couldn't have Numbah 3 picked a better hour to be kidnapped?" Outside the base, Ginsu was leaping from rooftop to rooftop with Numbah 3 slung over his shoulder. "Put me down put me down put me down you big meanie!" she shrieked as she kicked and thrashed at her abducter. "Be quiet! You're lucky I had to have a change in plans!" Ginsu growled. "The only plan you're going to have is stayin' in a hospital bed for a coupla' years if you don't put her down, pajama boy!" said an Australian accented voice. Ginsu glanced behind him and saw that Numbah 3's teammates were standing at the opposite end of the roof they were all on. "Yay! They came to help me!" shouted Numbah 3 with glee. Ginsu turned around and smirked. "Well well, what do we have here? It looks like a bunch of punks ready to get their butts kicked." he laughed.

"Alright, who are you and what do you want with Numbah 3?" demanded Numbah 1 as he pointed a finger at Ginsu. The ninja looked at Numbah 1 for a moment, then ignored him as he proceeded to take several sheets of paper from his gi and fold them into a long chain. The Kids Next Door simply looked on, puzzled. "What the heck is this guy doin' Numbah 2?" said Numbah 5 with a raised eyebrow under her cap. Numbah 2 squinted as he looked at the ever growing paper chain. "I dunno' Numbah 5. But it looks like something I had to do in arts and crafts that time mom made me go to summer camp. I think it's some Japanese paper-folding thing called--" "WHEE!! Origami!! Make a swan!! No no! Do a froggy!" Numbah 3 squealed as she looked intently at the now finished paper chain. Ginsu then proceeded to tie Numbah 3 from head-to-toe with the chain, tie one end of the chain to a tv reciever, and chuck Numbah 3 over the side of the roof. "Numbah 3!! Alright you pajama-wearin' creep! I'm gonna' pound your face in for that!" shouted Numbah 4. Ginsu tore several sheets of paper in half and folded them into throwing stars, one for each of the four Kids. "If you want the girl, you are going to have to get past me first. It's a shame you are all going to buy the farm long before that ever happens!" "Hey, my grandpa has a farm!" cried Numbah 3.

TO BE CONTINUED...