The Kids Next Door had gone back to the treehouse to decide what to do about Numbuh Three. After a long argument, they had all settled on a plan. Numbuh One announced, "So it's decided. If she's not back within an hour-"

The Aussie leapt up and slammed his fist into his other hand. "We got to the Delightful Dorks' mansion, beat the crap out of 'em, and get Numbuh Three back!"

Numbuh Five looked up, "Yeh know, Numbuh Three might just be off pickin' flowers or somethin', like she always is."

Numbuh One nodded. He replied sternly, "I know, but-"

"It'll be fun to beat the livin' daylights out o' those prissy brats either way!" interrupted Numbuh Four excitedly.

Numbuh One rolled his eyes. "As I was saying, she usually comes back unless something's happened to her. We can't take any chances. Kids Next Door, meet back here in an hour." He walked through a large door with a 1 painted on it and to his room.

Numbuh Four, who was leaping up and down in the hope that he'd get to kill the Delightful Children, bounced off to his room, and Numbuh Two heard a metal robot slam against the wall a minute or two after he went in.

Numbuh Five had picked up a magazine. Numbuh Two got up, and he was about to go up to his room to work on new improvements for his FLY wings, when the boy spotted a leather book on the low set table near the couch where Numbuh Five was reading. He turned to her and asked, "Hey, Numbuh Five, what's that?"

She looked up. "It's jus an ol' photo book I found."

Not having anything better to do, Numbuh Two picked it up and settled into a chair. He padded through the pages. Two smiled as he saw a picture of Numbuh One and Numbuh Four wacking a volley ball across a net at the beach. On the page next to it, Numbuh Three was pouring tea for a stuffed cat in her room.

As he turned the page, a photo caught his eye. He scanned it and burst out laughing. In the picture, Numbuh Four was in a lacy green dress and lipstick, struggled vainly as he was being held up by a grinning Numbuh Five. They looked like they were about 5 or 6 years old.

"What's so funny, Numbuh Two?" At his outburst of laughter, the stealth agent had looked up and came over to him. The pilot was still laughing as he pointed worldlessly to the picture. Numbuh Five let out a bark of laughter, then still grinning, she told him, "We was in kindergarten that day. Yo're right over there." She pointed to a pudgy boy with brown hair in one corner of the photo.

He stopped laughing and peered at it. "Yeah, that's me," He frowned. "Who are those other people?"

"Prob'ly just some other people in the class." Numbuh Five looked more closely. She saw Numbuh Three on the floor, rolling in laughter with another girl, this one with long blond hair. Numbuh One and Numbuh Two were with an African-American boy that somehow seemed familar, and a boy with blond hair, all four bent over their knees and laughing at Numbuh Four's plight. A red haired boy was leaning against the wall and grinning.

As Numbuh Five was about to go back to her magazine, Numbuh Two said cautiously, "But look closer. Don't they look familar?"

Numbuh Five squinted. "Now that ya mention it, they do. I know I've seen 'em before, I just can't remember where." The two pondered this for a few seconds.

Numbuh Two glanced down at the two boys that were with himself and Numbuh One. The blond was bent over, and his bangs hid his eyes, but Numbuh Two saw that the black boy had bright blue eyes. And so did the boy with short red hair. Numbuh Two jerked in surprise as he suddenly remembered a flash of something he'd forgotten for years:

He was playing soccer, and he approached the goal. A blond boy was in between the posts. Numbuh Two smashed the soccer ball with his foot, and was sure it would go in. But the boy, short though he was, leapt up and whacked the ball back to him with one hand. "Come on, you can do better then that!" the boy laughed.

Numbuh Two jumped as his mind returned to the present. But it spun, as he realized who they were. Numbuh Five was staring at the picture with a mix of disbelief and horror. Their eyes met. Numbuh Two said, "No way."

"It can't be."

The two looked at the picture again. They said together, "The Delightful Children?"

Author's Note/Disclaimer: Am I saying that I own Kids Next Door? Are you saying that the Statue of Liberty is 2 inches tall? Hi guys! Yup, that's why you needed to read Chapter 5. Um, there's nothing else to say, except that I always think of goalies as short people (dunno why, but I hate being goalie, and I'm tall, and short people are good at it). See ya!