Disclaimer: See chapters one and two.

Woah. Something weird happened with chapter two. I don't know what, but something is seriously wrong with the quotations and contractions in that chapter. I can't even fix it! Anybody got any suggestions or a solution to it? I'm open to any and all.

~*Chapter 3*~

Number 1 had Numbah 1's team in the palm of her horrible little hands. The four members of his team sat in the middle of the floor, huddled together as if they were looking at the Grim Reaper. Number 1 smiled at the four of them. For that second, it looked as if her eyes turned flaming, and she held a pitchfork in her hand. Numbah 2 looked the most terrified out of all the kids. He looked as if he was about to burst into tears and beg the Lord to take him away. Number 1 got up off the couch in the living room, and walked over to him, almost reading his mind. She knelt down in front of him and smiled sweetly.

"Are you okay?" she asked. "You looked scared. Do you want to play a game?"

Numbah 2 smiled nervously and nodded.

"That would be fun." He barely whispered.

"Well, I've got a game we could play." Number 1 smirked. "It's called, 'Torture.' I hang a chain on the ceiling, tie it around your neck, and hang you high!"

Number 1 burst out laughing cruelly. Number 2 shot her head towards her leader gave her a stubborn look. That was the final straw. She grabbed her leader by the collar and stared her in the eyes.

"Shut up." She ordered. The rest of the TND shot their heads towards the angry Number 2, surprised and absolutely horrified.

"What did you say?" Number 1 asked, ready to choke her team member.

"You heard me." Number 2 spat in her leader's face. "Stop torturing Numbah 2 like this. If you don't stop, I'll see to it that your vision improves. I'll stuff those glasses of yours into your eyes, permanently, and I don't mean through contacts."

Number 1 stepped back. She had never heard her best friend, Number 2, talk that way to her. Number 2 was normally a bright and cheery girl that never got angry about anything. Something was totally up.

"Number 2," she began. "Don't tell me that you're standing up for this kid."

"Okay, I won't." Number 2 answered. "We'll just go play." She walked over to the terrified little boy and smiled at him. She put her arms around him and hugged him closely. "It's okay." She said soothingly. "I won't hurt you. We can go play a game or whatever you want."

"Really?" Numbah 2 asked, looking up at the sweet girl.

"Yeah." She said. "So? What do you want to do?"

"Um," Numbah 2 began. "Do you want to see some of my plans?"

"Plans?" Number 2 asked. "What kind of plans?"

Numbah 2 took his teenage counterpart upstairs explaining his latest plans for a new type of air model he was working on. Number 1 watched the two of them walk up the stairs together. She cursed at her team member loud enough for her to hear and crossed her arms towards the rest of her team.

"Anybody else want to try something like that?" she asked coldly. Her team didn't answer. "I'm surrounded." She finished, and she went to lie on the couch.

Half-an-hour later, Numbah 3 walked into the kitchen and opened the freezer. She looked up at what it contained to see five TV dinners on the top shelf. She stood on her tip-toes to try to reach it, but she could only reach to the bottom shelf. She whined and tried to jump up to get them. No luck there, but there was luck when Number 3 walked into the kitchen. He saw the frustrated Numbah 3 trying to reach something in the freezer.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I can't reach the TV dinners." Numbah 3 answered. "And I'm hungry!"

Number 3 walked over to the freezer and pulled down one of the TV dinners. Numbah 3 shuffled her feet and looked disappointed.

"Is something wrong?" Number 3 asked.

"It's just," Numbah 3 stopped. "That's not the kind of TV dinner I like. Numbah 1's mom bought a special Rainbow Monkey TV dinner just for me."

"Okay." Number 3 smiled nicely to the little girl and looked through the stack of TV dinners until he found the right one. "Is this it?" he asked. Numbah 3 nodded and took the TV dinner from him. She put it in the microwave and set the time. She stood at the counter for a minute, staring down at the tile on the floor. She then looked up at Number 3.

"That leader of yours is mean." She finally said. Number 3 shrugged.

"I know." He said. "She scares me. Yeah, you heard right. Tough-guy Dan, a.k.a. Number 3 is scared of his leader. She threatens and disses us all the time. I hate it!"

"Yeah." Numbah 3 agreed. "She was being really mean to Numbah 2."

"I saw." Number 3 confirmed. "It's just a good thing Number 2 is such a nice girl. In the event that Number 1 cannot be the leader of us for whatever reason, she takes over. So, often, we beg that Number 1 will get called away on a solo mission."

Numbah 3 laughed as the microwave beeped signaling that her TV dinner was defrosted. She opened the door and took the try out. She went to take the plastic off the top, but threw her hands back suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Number 3 asked.

"It's too hot!" Numbah 3 whined. Number 3 chuckled and took the plastic off the top for her. He then walked it over to the kitchen table and poured her a glass of chocolate milk. He set that down next to the tray and pulled a chair out signaling that Numbah 3 should sit down. She sat in the chair and starting eating the Rainbow Monkey-shaped chicken tenders.

"How is it?" Number 3 asked. Numbah 3 smiled and continued eating. "You want some ice cream after this?" he continued.

"Ice-cream!" Numbah 3 squealed. "Party! Ice-cream party!"

"I don't know about a party," Number 3 shuffled back. "But how about we split a pint of the of the triple chocolate fudge stuff I saw in there?"

Numbah 3 nodded happily and finished her TV dinner. She threw the tray out and skipped over to the freezer. Number 3 opened it up and took the ice-cream out. He then opened up the drawer and found two spoons. He gave one to his kid counterpart and they dug in.

From the living room couch, Number 1 was watching this.

"Darn it." She mumbled. "Number 3 fell for the flirt, and now they're sharing ice-cream! Lost another one!"

"Numbah 3 and Number 3 can share triple chocolate fudge ice-cream if they want." Numbah 1 protested.

"Shut up!" Number 1 commanded. "This night sucks enough as it is. I don't need you or any other ten-year-old brat to make it worse!"

"No one talks to my leader that way!" Numbah 4 challenged. "Come get a piece of me!"

"Let me guess." Number 1 giggled. "You're the tough-guy of the group."

"You know it!" Numbah 4 continued. "Do it again and I'll make sure you can't say it anymore! I'll rip your mouth out."

"Oh, I'm so scared." Number 1 said sarcastically. Numbah 4's face turned red with rage as Number 1 laughed harshly.

"THAT'S IT!!!" he screamed, and he lunged onto the cruel teen. He began punching her in the stomach with all his might. Surprisingly, nothing was happening. He felt a tug on his hood and turned around to see Number 4.

"Why are you trying to stop me?" he asked, ready to punch her.

"Chill, tough-guy." She ordered. "You obviously don't know Number 1. She's been in a lot worse situations than a ten-year-old punching her. The way she's been in the Teens Next Door, she's lucky she's not dead. You don't even compare."

Numbah 4 gave his teenage counterpart a stubborn look and hopped off the couch.

"Well," he began. "I can't just sit here and watch her insult us like this!"

"Then we won't." Number 4 explained.

"What are you getting at, Number 4?" Number 1 asked.

"Look," Number 4 tried to explain. "I know I don't like kids, but right now, they look like a really good stack of rock CDs compared to you."

"Number 4, that doesn't even make sense." Number 1 pointed out.

"I mean," Number 4 tried explaining again. "I mean that I like kids more than you right now."

A look of shock and disappointment crossed over Number 1's face as Number 4 face Numbah 4. Out of all the times in the past, Number 1 had never heard Tracy, Number 4, the rocking chiller of the group say that she liked kids.

"I've got a punching bag in my room." Numbah 4 said. "Want to go practice on it for awhile?"

"Sure." Number 4 agreed. "That's pretty cool, having a punching bag in your room."

The two of them walked up the stairs to the tree house. Number 1 heard them close the door to Numbah 4's bedroom behind them.

"This is stupid." She said. "Don't you think so, Number 5?"

But Number 5 wasn't there, neither was Numbah 5.

"Where are they?" Number 1 asked.

"They went upstairs to the roof of the tree house while you weren't looking." Numbah 1 answered. "They went to watch the stars. It is a pretty clear night, you know."

"Darn it!" Number 1 shouted. "I've lost all my team members to a bunch of brats! Oh, I need to hurt something."

"Get over it." Numbah 1 commanded. "You don't have real friends! You bully other people and threaten them to be your friend! And why? Because if you didn't, you'd end up all alone with nobody due to your meanness and you just don't want to admit it!"

"That's not true!" Number 1 was being defensive. "All of the people of the Teens Next Door want to be my friend by their own will!"

"Don't give me that." Numbah 1 ordered. "Just admit! You're a selfish, harsh, unfair, spoiled little bully brat that expects everything right away, never gives things a chance, and threatens people with serious offenses to get what she wants!" Numbah 1 was screaming right now, and it made Number 1 back up. She looked down at the insulting kid.

"Well," she began. "What about Number 2, huh? She threatened me to get what she wanted!"

"She did it for a good reason." Numbah 1 corrected. "You were threatening to kill Numbah 2, and she stood up for him. Why can't you be like that?"

"Nice girls finish last." Number 1 remarked. "And I should know."

"Why is that?" Numbah 1 asked, now curious.

"Because one of those stupid Delightful Teens from Down the Lane stole my boyfriend a few years ago!" Number 1 shouted. "I was a nice girl and tried to get him back the nice way, but he went and chose the stupid Delightful Teen over me. And why? Because she was a bad girl!"

"Well then," Numbah 1 started to fight back. "You had a cruddy boyfriend!"

"I can't believe I'm listening to a ten-year-old that's never even gone on a date." Number 1 said.

"Who says I've never gone on a date?" Numbah 1 asked. "For your information, I happen to have a girlfriend named Lizzie, okay? We've been to the carnival together, out to restaurant, the whole nine yards!"

"SHUT UP!!!" Number 1 screamed, and she threw herself on the couch and began sobbing. "I can't listen to you anymore. Just, go away!"

"Have you ever thought that maybe the reason you're so mean is that you've never really had anyone to talk to?" Numbah 1 suggested.

"Don't rub it in!" Number 1 ordered. "I can't take that from someone like you!" Number 1 continued to cry in the couch cushions. Suddenly, Numbah 1 wasn't so angry at her anymore. He actually felt sorry for her. He slowly walked over and brushed her dirty blonde hair out of her face. He turned her over and began gently stroking her head.

"What are you doing?" she asked in between sniffs.

"This always calms me down." Numbah 1 explained. "Just relax." Number 1's tears stopped falling. She took her glasses of and cleaned them with her sweater. She then placed them back on her face and watched the little English boy try to comfort her. She smiled. It was true that she never had anyone to talk to. She didn't trust adults and other teens gave bad advice. It was about time she let out some teenage angst.

Before Number 1 could say anything, she and Numbah 1 heard screams from upstairs.

"We're being attacked!" Numbah 2 shouted, falling down the stairs. "It's the Delightful Children!"

"Kids Next Door!" Numbah 1 commanded. "Battle stations!"

"Teens Next Door!" Number 1 ordered. "Get to your counterpart's station and help them!"

Teens and kids began running in all different directions. Suddenly, a burst came through the ceiling, and there, inside a giant torture device, stood ten bodies.

"Well, well, well," five of them said together. "If it isn't Number 1 of the famous Teens Next Door. It's been awhile, don't you think?"

{No way!} Number 1 thought. {This can't be happening! The Delight Children and the Delightful Teens have joined forces to come and destroy us all!} A British accent broke her thoughts.

"Number 1!" Numbah 1 shouted. "Who are they?"

"Those are the Delightful Teens from Down the Lane I told you about." Number 1 explained. "They've joined forces with the Delightful Children to come and destroy us all!"

"Oh my God!" Numbah 1 shouted. He and Number 1 ran off to get away from their arch enemies. The team of Delightfuls pressed a button and a giant metal arm came out of their machine and latched onto Numbah 1's ankle. It brought him up high.

"No!" Number 1 screamed. She jumped up and climbed her way over to Numbah 1 and pulled on the metal arm with all her might to set him free.

"You think your pathetic strength is going to free Numbah 1 from our trap?" all ten asked. As Number 4 had said, Number 1 had been in many life- and-death situations in the past. She gave the metal arm the most powerful tug she possibly could and Numbah 1 flew out of its grasp. "Uh-oh." The Delightfuls said together, and they latched onto Number 1 instead.

"Let go of me you Delightful Dorks!" she commanded.

"Oh, I don't think so." The Delightfuls said together. "Try to escape this." The Delightful pressed another button and Number 1 was wrapped in an unbreakable cord. She struggled with all her might to escape it, but it was no use.

"Number 1!" Numbah 1 called, tears rolling down his face.

"Let's see if you can stand this." The Delightfuls said. They pressed one final button, and Number 1's world went black.

~*End of Chapter Three*~