Two days later...
They were at it again. Of course, you must know who I mean by now. The DCFDTL were trying to invent a machine that turns all sugar into brussel sprouts. And the KND were stopping them. Duh. Now, on with the story.
The Kids Next Door were at a grocery store, where the DC were trying out their invention. As soon as they saw the KND, the DC leapt into one of their various machines. This one looked like a giant greyhound standing on it's back paws, except for the fact that it's paw could shoot fireballs, and flares went up from it's metal fur each time the KND shot at it. They had designed it after Father's own power.
Numbuh Four wasn't daunted. As the DC shot another fireball at him, he leapt out of the way and with his favorite metal punching arm and a cry of, "Take this, you Delightful Dorks!" blew holes in the greyhound machine's ribs. Of course, this earned him a flare reaction, and he flew against the wall.
"We took it, and we returned it. Thank you very much all the same, though." the Delightful Children chorused in the creepy monotone that Father told them to. Only four of them said this, though. The blond boy was working frantically behind them at the controls.
A sky voice yelled, "Hey, y'all Delightful Dorks, nobody picks on Numbuh Four but me!" As she said this, Numbuh Five raised an smoothie blaster and froze a fireball in it's tracks.
John murmured to himself, "We'll see about that. Ginny, give me the veg ray, quickly!" His sister turned and understanding his meaning, plunged the their weapon into a key hole in the control panel. Just then, Numbuh Two shot candy missiles at the machine. The blond boy ran his fingers over the keyboard, typing in a code.
The dog's ears suddenly twisted towards the Kids Next Door missiles and fired green light at them. The missiles exploded, but instead of candy, the missiles were now full of something very disgusting that fell onto the KND.
"Bleah! Spinach, yuck! Cruddy Delightful Dorks!" Numbuh Four cursed as he shook the spinach leaves off, blasting at the machine with his puncher.
"Numbuh Five hates spinach!"
"Ewww!"
As Numbuh Three called the last word, Numbuh One fired his rocket boots and the spinach fell away. Raising his SPLANKER and cutting off a large section of the dog machine, he yelled, "Numbuh Five, get the cheese gun!"
"You got it, Numbuh One!" Numbuh Five scrambled up and reached into Numbuh Two's backpack, which he had abandoned during his frantic attempts to get the spinach off his shirt. She pulled out a small yellow gun and punched a red button on it's handle, at the same time rolling out of a flare's range, which had been set off by Numbuh Four's various attempts to destroy the machine with his punchers.
The DCFDTL were occupied, so they didn't notice Numbuh Five loading the weapon. The blond boy was busily trying to shoot Numbuh Three, who was hopping around the machine and singing. The greyhound whirled in an attempt to follow the girl's antics. Though Ginny said nothing, her eyes twinkled with amusement at her friend's ways.
"Yay, this is fun!" cried Numbuh Three. She hopped onto the greyhound's nose and laughed merrily.
Just as John was pointing the greyhound's ears at Numbuh Three, Numbuh Five called, "See ya later, Delightful suckahs!" She fired a missile of nacho cheese, which collided with the greyhound's head and knocked it far away, to the other side of town. Another victory for KND!
Or so it seemed.
Numbuh Two stood up. "Nice job, Numbuh Five!" he told her appreciatively.
"Yeah, you kicked those prissy dorks' butt!" called Numbuh Four, picking himself up.
Numbuh Five looked away. She said modestly, "Aww, Numbuh Five was jus' doin' her job."
"Yeah, you did..." started Numbuh One. He faltered, then looked around the ruined grocery store. "Guys...Where's Numbuh Three?"
Author's Note/Disclaimer:Still don't own KND. The greyhound machine is my own invention, and it's one of my favorites! You'll be seeing the greyhound in future stories. Yeah, turning candy into veggies does seem like something the DC would do, doesn't it? See ya!
They were at it again. Of course, you must know who I mean by now. The DCFDTL were trying to invent a machine that turns all sugar into brussel sprouts. And the KND were stopping them. Duh. Now, on with the story.
The Kids Next Door were at a grocery store, where the DC were trying out their invention. As soon as they saw the KND, the DC leapt into one of their various machines. This one looked like a giant greyhound standing on it's back paws, except for the fact that it's paw could shoot fireballs, and flares went up from it's metal fur each time the KND shot at it. They had designed it after Father's own power.
Numbuh Four wasn't daunted. As the DC shot another fireball at him, he leapt out of the way and with his favorite metal punching arm and a cry of, "Take this, you Delightful Dorks!" blew holes in the greyhound machine's ribs. Of course, this earned him a flare reaction, and he flew against the wall.
"We took it, and we returned it. Thank you very much all the same, though." the Delightful Children chorused in the creepy monotone that Father told them to. Only four of them said this, though. The blond boy was working frantically behind them at the controls.
A sky voice yelled, "Hey, y'all Delightful Dorks, nobody picks on Numbuh Four but me!" As she said this, Numbuh Five raised an smoothie blaster and froze a fireball in it's tracks.
John murmured to himself, "We'll see about that. Ginny, give me the veg ray, quickly!" His sister turned and understanding his meaning, plunged the their weapon into a key hole in the control panel. Just then, Numbuh Two shot candy missiles at the machine. The blond boy ran his fingers over the keyboard, typing in a code.
The dog's ears suddenly twisted towards the Kids Next Door missiles and fired green light at them. The missiles exploded, but instead of candy, the missiles were now full of something very disgusting that fell onto the KND.
"Bleah! Spinach, yuck! Cruddy Delightful Dorks!" Numbuh Four cursed as he shook the spinach leaves off, blasting at the machine with his puncher.
"Numbuh Five hates spinach!"
"Ewww!"
As Numbuh Three called the last word, Numbuh One fired his rocket boots and the spinach fell away. Raising his SPLANKER and cutting off a large section of the dog machine, he yelled, "Numbuh Five, get the cheese gun!"
"You got it, Numbuh One!" Numbuh Five scrambled up and reached into Numbuh Two's backpack, which he had abandoned during his frantic attempts to get the spinach off his shirt. She pulled out a small yellow gun and punched a red button on it's handle, at the same time rolling out of a flare's range, which had been set off by Numbuh Four's various attempts to destroy the machine with his punchers.
The DCFDTL were occupied, so they didn't notice Numbuh Five loading the weapon. The blond boy was busily trying to shoot Numbuh Three, who was hopping around the machine and singing. The greyhound whirled in an attempt to follow the girl's antics. Though Ginny said nothing, her eyes twinkled with amusement at her friend's ways.
"Yay, this is fun!" cried Numbuh Three. She hopped onto the greyhound's nose and laughed merrily.
Just as John was pointing the greyhound's ears at Numbuh Three, Numbuh Five called, "See ya later, Delightful suckahs!" She fired a missile of nacho cheese, which collided with the greyhound's head and knocked it far away, to the other side of town. Another victory for KND!
Or so it seemed.
Numbuh Two stood up. "Nice job, Numbuh Five!" he told her appreciatively.
"Yeah, you kicked those prissy dorks' butt!" called Numbuh Four, picking himself up.
Numbuh Five looked away. She said modestly, "Aww, Numbuh Five was jus' doin' her job."
"Yeah, you did..." started Numbuh One. He faltered, then looked around the ruined grocery store. "Guys...Where's Numbuh Three?"
Author's Note/Disclaimer:Still don't own KND. The greyhound machine is my own invention, and it's one of my favorites! You'll be seeing the greyhound in future stories. Yeah, turning candy into veggies does seem like something the DC would do, doesn't it? See ya!
