Disclaimer: See chapters one and two.

No squiggly lines in chapter 4! Yes! Let's hope it stays that way for the rest of the chapters, shall we? Oh, and thanks for the reviews everyone!

~*Chapter 5*~

Number 4 ran inside the TND tree house headquarters and up into Megan's old room. She looked around for a moment. Megan had never let anyone enter her room without proper permission, and Number 4 was one of them. For a moment, she just stood there, gazing in awe at the posters and black and red stuff all around. She quietly ambled to every corner observing what Megan had kept so secret. When she finally came across the mirror and the desk it stood on, she knew why. The voo doo dolls laying there had been of the rest of TND, and that was why they sometimes felt strange pains for no reason at all. It was always because Megan was sticking needles into the dolls.

"Wait 'till I get my hands on her," Number 4 threatened, and she walked over to the giant computer. She typed in some really confusing calculations until the screen asked for a password.

"Password?" Number 4 exclaimed. "What? Does she have virtual voo doo dolls, too? Oh, whatever. Let's see, what things does Number 1 like?"

Number 4 thought for a second. Many things came to mind: red, black, disses, threats, punk and rock bands, cartoons, things like that. Number 4 moved the mouse up to a little icon that said, "Give Me a Hint." Number 4 clicked it and it said, "MWE."

"MWE?" Number 4 asked, scratching her head. "What does that mean?" She thought for a moment. "Maybe the 'E' stands for 'Enemy'. That's it! 'My Worst Enemy!'"

Number 4 typed in 'DTFDTL' which stood for 'Delightful Teens from Down the Lane.' The computer accepted the password, and Number 4 was in. She looked into the Teens Next Door Data Base and looked for Number 10. When she found it, she called her up.

"Number 10 reporting for duty." She said.

"Number 10, it's Number 4. Listen, remember those walkie-talkie headphones Number 5 gave you for your birthday last year?"

"Yeah." Number 10 said. "Why?"

"Send one of them over." Number 4 commanded. "We need it so we can communicate with you while we look for Number 1."

"It's for Number 1?" Number 10 asked. "Say no more!"

With that, Number 10 sent one of the headphones over to the TND HQ.

"Now," Number 4 began. "I need you to get a map of our area. The only way to change Number 1 back is to get the age ray from the Delightful Children and Delightful Teens. I need you to scan the area to help us find where they are. I'll be giving the headphones to Numbah 1, so don't be surprised when it's him on the other end, got it?"

"Got it." Number 10 confirmed. "You go meet up with the rest of the gang while I get this organized."

"Good work." Number 4 rewarded. "Over and out."

Number 4 ran back to meet the rest of the gang.

"Good going, Number 4." Numbah 1 rewarded.

"Yeah!" Numbah 4 agreed. "Thanks!"

"Okay," Numbah 1 began. "Hello? Number 10, are you there?"

"Roger, this is Number 10. I have scanned your neighborhood and have found where the Delightfuls have retreated to." Number 10 reported. "They are at the Delightful Teens' mansion."

"Hmmm," Numbah 1 began. "I'm not sure where that is."

"I know where!" Number 3 announced. "I snuck over there once to steal their tacos."

"Oh man," Number 5 said, mesmerized. "Tacos always taste better when you steal them from the Delightful Teens."

"I know." Number 3 confirmed. "That's why I went and stole them from there. Going down to the Mexican Restaurant would have been too easy!"

"Whatever!" Numbah 5 shouted. "Just take us to the Delightful Dorks!"

"Oh yeah," Number 3 remembered. "Follow me!" He began running down the streets, the entire gang following.

At the Delightful Teens' mansion, the ten Delightfuls sat together on the couch playing with the age ray. They kept using it on a black cat. They sighed.

"Boring." They said together. "I almost miss those annoying Teens and Kids Next Door."

"You called?" The Delightfuls turned to see Numbah 1 and his Kids Next Door and what remained of the Teens Next Door.

"So you decided to follow us here?" the Delightfuls asked. "How will you battle us and try to win without your leader?"

"We came to get that age ray and turn Number 1 back into a teen!" Numbah 4 shouted, trying to sound like a real tough guy.

"Such foolish bravery," the Delightfuls said. "We'll squish you until you have nothing left."

At that moment, Numbah 1 got a transmission from Number 10.

"Numbah 1!" she yelled. "I'm getting a reading! There seems to be some sort of unidentified being coming towards the Delightful Teens' mansion at an alarming rate."

"Can you figure out who it is?" Numbah 1 asked.

"No, I can't." Number 10 said regretfully. "I can see that something's coming, but the computer won't let me go any further."

"Try!" Numbah 1 commanded. "Over and out!" He turned to Numbah 2. "Numbah 2, when we get out of this, remind me to schedule an emergency meeting on Next Door Technologies."

"You got it, Numbah 1." Numbah 2 said, pulling out a blue notebook and writing his little note-to-self. When he finished and went to put his notebook back, his pen slipped out of his hands and knocked the age ray out of the Delightfuls'. They dove for it, but so did the KND and TND. They fought over it, accidentally pushing a few buttons along the way. Their little fight was interrupted by a blinding white light coming from outside. Before anyone knew it, a truck crashed through the windows and stopped in front of the next wall. The world was silent for a moment, until the knob on the back of the truck started to turn. The door opened, and everyone was shocked to see what they saw.

"MISS UN!!!" the TND and the KND screamed together.

"That's Number 1 to you." She corrected, and gave the Delightfuls a haunting gaze. She narrowed her steely blue eyes and put a stubborn look on her face. She was about to walk over to them until they all heard a deafening crash from upstairs.

"Mother is angry." The Delightful Teens said, and they inched back, motioning for the Delightful Children to do the same. Sure enough, standing at the top of the staircase, was a black shadow that seemed to look like a person, yet there was something about it that made it seem inhuman.

"So," it began. "If it isn't Number 1 of the Teens Next Door." The Being chuckled. "You've tortured me this entire time, so much, as far back as I can remember, even when you five teens were Kids Next Door."

"You guys were once Kids Next Door?" Numbah 3 asked in disbelief.

"I'll explain later." Number 1 said, holding her gaze on the Being.

"But now," the Being continued. "It's time to settle the score." It began walking towards Number 1. She shoved her feet down almost into the ground and stared. "You've been playing with the little kids for such a long time, but are you ready to play with the big girls?"

With that, the Being floated into the air. The KND and TND gasped in disbelief and began running in all directions. Numbah 4 grabbed a little laser her kept in his pocket and began shooting the Being. It bounced right off of her and almost landed back on Numbah 4. He jumped back in just the nick of time as his counterpart caught him.

"Number 10!" Numbah 1 called into his headphones. "Are you there, Number 10?"

"Number 10 here." She said. "What's going down?"

"Do a quick scan of our surroundings in the Delightful Teens' mansion!" Numbah 1 commanded. "Hurry!"

Number 10 quickly typed in everything she could and a reading came up.

"Woah!" she gasped. "That being you're fighting has a shield around it!"

"A shield?" Numbah 1 asked in disbelief. "Oh great, first, I get a baby-sitter, then I lose my counterpart, and now, this."

"What are you saying?" Number 2 called.

"That Being has a shield around it!" Numbah 1 answered. "We can't harm her!"

"Oh, that's just stupid!" Number 1 announced. The Being shot a giant energy ball at her. She fell backwards from the attack. The Delightful Teens ran over to the curtain, tug the cord off, and wrapped Number 1 in it.

"Let me go you Delightful Dorks!" she commanded. The rest of the team ran over to assist Number 1 but were blasted away by another one of the Being's attacks. The force from the attack launched Number 1 into her mail truck along with Numbah 3 and Number 2.

"This is so not good." Number 2 announced, untying her leader. The two teens heard Numbah 3 yelp from the front of the truck where she landed.

"I'll say!" she chimed in. "This stupid letter just gave me a paper cut!"

"Paper cut?" Number 1 asked. "That's it! Numbah 3, hand me a pile of mail!"

Numbah 3 tossed a sack of letters to Number just in time as the Being walked over. Without hesitation, Number 1 began throwing the letters at a special angle. They sliced through the shield like a hot knife through butter.

"What are you doing to me?" the Being asked, wincing back in pain. The rest of the team soon realized what Number 1 did and ran to her side throwing mail and letters at the Being with all their might. The letters continued to slice through her shield. Soon though, she created a giant energy blast knocking all of the KND and TND aside, except Number 1, who was forced into her truck as the back doors closed on her.

"It looks like you'll be having an early funeral." The Being said, walking closer to the truck. The KND and TND laid on the floor and furniture, totally out of breath and power. The Being grabbed the knob on the back of the truck. "It's too bad you never got to," she stopped short. Inside the truck, stood Number 1, with what she liked to call her secret weapon: Her ultimate machine, and her famous death-stare.

"You were able to handle the day-to-day load," she began. "But no one survives the special deliveries! Say 'good-night.'" With that, Number 1 attacked the Being with all the sharp-as-blades packages. The shield was cut to smithereens, leaving the Being defenseless. Number 1 jumped up with a letter opener in her hands and brought it smack down on top of the Being. Number 1 then jumped to the side as she watched the Being fall to its knees.

"Mother!" the Delightful Teens cried, and they ran over to assist their "mother" in pain. Number 1 stopped them short.

"Give me the age ray." She said.

"Why should we?" the Delightful Teens asked back.

"Because goody-two-shoes teens like you need to obey adults." Number 1 smirked harshly.

"No fair." The Delightfuls said, handing over the age ray. Number 1 studied it in her hand. She looked at it, to the Delightful Teens, then back to it. Suddenly, there was a black flash, and before the Delightful Teens stood a teenage Number 1.

The Delightful Children, watching all this, inched backward in an attempt to escape. Number 1 shot her famous death-stare to them as they stopped. She walked over to them and smiled sweetly.

"You guys look scared." She said. "How about we play a game?"

The Delightful Children looked up at her, terrified.

"It's called, 'Torture.'" Number 1 continued. "I hang a chain to the ceiling, tie it around your necks, and hang you high!" Number 1 burst out into a fury of harsh laughs as the rest of her team joined her.

"You tell 'em, Number 1!" Numbah 2 called.

"If you ever want to play that game," Number 1 continued. "Just give me a call. The team and I would love to come play! Oh, and Delightful Teens, don't feel left out. You can always come play, too!" Number 1 burst out laughing again as she got up and joined the rest of her team.

"Let's go home." She said. From that day forward, the Delightful Children and Delightful Teens never left their mansion to bother the Teens Next Door or the Kids Next Door ever again.

Back at the spot where the KND tree house base once stood, the KND and the TND looked at it from the front yard.

"Numbah 1," Number 1 began. "You're base, it's gone."

"This will take forever to rebuild." Number 5 complained.

"Well," Numbah 1 began. "The kids and I have three years before we have to quit, and you guys have five before you have to quit, and we're not growing up for a very long time, now are we?" Number 1 smiled to her counterpart. She bent down and hugged him close.

"Thank you." She said. "You taught me a very important lesson."

Just by that, the entire gang knew Number 1 had changed for the better.

~*End of Chapter 5*~