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~*Chapter 4*~
Number 2 shut her eyes tightly, not daring to even crack them open ever so slightly. She was scared to death, and she was worried that she could possibly die at any moment. She didn't remember much, but she was trying hard to find her lost memories. She remembered Tommy crying, and then Numbah 2 running, and then a villain-a villain, that was it! She remembered an attack by the Common Cold, and no one was able to stop him. Number 9 didn't appear again and the rest of the team had come too late without any of their weapons. Had the Common Cold won? If so, where was she now? Was she even alive? For all she knew, she could already be dead! There was only one way to find out. Number 2 flashed open her eyes.
"Where am I?" she whispered. She got up. She wasn't in a cage, and there were no ropes or tape involved, so she must've been okay. She took a little step forward. The room she was in was black except for a slightly luminescent crack in the door in front of her. She walked towards it without tripping over anything or losing her balance. Maybe it was just luck.
When she opened the door, she saw a straight corridor with no other doors on the sides, except for one down at the end of it. The corridor was brighter than the room she had been in, so finding her way down it wasn't a problem.
When she finally got down to the end of the corridor, she stopped. She had no clue where she was or what lied beyond the door. Opening it could change everything. She could get an answer, or it might just lead to another corridor or another door. She didn't have the time to ponder about details. She grabbed the knob to the door, and swung it open.
Back in town, the KND and the TND had gone back to the TND base. Everyone sat in the hang out room with gloomy looks on their faces, especially Numbah 2. Tommy and Lizzie had come back with them as well. Lizzie sat next to Numbah 1, resting her head on his shoulder and clinging to his arm. Tommy sat next to his big brother, shuffling his feet in front of him and staring down at an interesting floor. The room was silent except for the faint breathing of the team and an occasional sneeze.
Numbah 3 was the first to speak up.
"What are we going to do to save Number 2?" she asked. "We can't leave her wherever she is. Who knows what could happen to her!"
"We don't know where she is." Numbah 5 said, crossing her arms. "How could we find her?"
"Good point." Numbah 3 sighed.
"I miss her." Number 1 said truthfully.
"Me, too." Numbah 4 agreed. "Even if she was really annoying."
At that moment, the phone rang. Number 1 walked over to it and picked it up.
"Hello?" she asked.
"Hey, Number 1." The person on the other end said. "It's Number 9."
"Hi." Number 1 sighed quietly.
"Is something up?" Number 9 asked, curious.
"Number 2's been kidnapped." Number 1 answered. "And what's more, we don't know where she's been taken."
"Oh," Number 9 gasped. "I can't believe it. By who?"
"The Common Cold." Number 1 answered. "And we don't know why he took her out of all of us."
"I thought I got rid of him with that chicken noodle soup I threw at him." Number 9 pointed out.
"Apparently," Number 1 began. "He wasn't quite finished with us yet."
"Stupid villains." Number 9 mumbled. "Why can't we battle easy enemies?"
"That's what we all ask." Number 1 sighed.
"Yeah!" Numbah 4 agreed, almost listening in on the conversation. "Why can't battle that ice cream monster again?"
"We got a party out of that!" Numbah 3 chimed in. "I love parties!"
"Yes, Numbah 3, we know." Numbah 1 confirmed, trying his hardest to get away from Lizzie.
"Was that the rest of the team in the background?" Number 9 asked.
"Yeah." Number 1 confirmed. "The volume on the phone over here is turned up to the max. Whatever. Right now, we just need to worry about what we're going to do to get Number 2 back."
"Agreed." Number 9 said.
There was a very long moment of silence.
"Number 9?" Number 1 asked. "Are you still there?"
"Uh, can I come over to your base?" Number 9 asked back.
"Why?" Number 1 was curious.
"My team and I went out for the snow day, but when we tried to come back, the front door to our base was blocked by the snow." Number 9 explained. "The rest of the team went for help and told me to stay here. The thing is, they haven't come back yet."
"Number 9, where are you calling from?" Number 1 was getting annoyed. Number 9 was hesitant in her answer. Finally, she spoke up.
"A phone booth in your town." She answered, trying to hide her embarrassment.
Number 2 had swung the door in front of her open. She looked inside, but didn't see too much. There was a long, narrow bridge leading up to one single chair. It looked somewhat like the room of the Father of the Delightful Children from Down the Lane.
"Who are you!?" Number 2 commanded an answer.
Silence was that answer.
"I said, WHO ARE YOU???" Number 2 screamed.
"Alright, alright, you don't have to scream." The chair turned around, and there sat the Common Cold.
"What am I doing here? Why did you bring me here?" Number 2 began talking fast, so it was sort of hard to understand her.
"Number 2," the Common Cold began. "Or should I say, Jen?"
"How did you know my real name?" Number 2 asked, absolutely horrified.
"I'd like to thank the Delightful Teens from Down the Lane for that one, too." The Common Cold replied, smirking. "Well, you see, you are here, in my place."
"This is where you live?" Number 2 asked. "It's a disgusting dump."
"Thank you!" the Common Cold replied.
"That was not a compliment!" Number 2 shrieked. "Don't you know an insult when you hear one?"
"That was an insult?" the Common Cold asked, clueless. "It seemed polite to me."
"Whatever!" Number 2 shouted.
"Okay, okay, calm down." The Common Cold continued. "This place of mine is guarded. There's no way you can get out. Besides, if you wanted to get out, you'd have to swim through a moat of snot."
"Ew!" Number 2 cringed back at the thought. "That is so gross!"
"Thank you!" the Common Cold said again.
"THAT WASN'T A COMPLIMENT EITHER YOU DOPE!!!" Number 2 screamed.
"Really?" the Common Cold asked again, clueless. "Okay. Whatever you say. Anyway, you are here, for a special purpose."
"And what would that be?" Number 2 asked, crossing her arms and looking at him stubbornly.
"To be my queen." The Common Cold answered, smiling big.
"Uh, no? I am not doing that!" Number 2 protested. "And what made you choose me anyway?"
"You're funny, you're smart, you're pretty, you're nice," the Common Cold started giving out every reason he could think of. "And, besides, you've got a cold."
"I do no-AH CHOO!" Number 2 cut herself off. "Oh darn it. I do have a cold."
"See?" the Common Cold asked. "You've got every requirement necessary to be my queen."
"Uh, this cold of mine can be cured, you know." Number 2 said matter- of-factly.
"Not as long as you stay in this place of mine." The Common Cold corrected her. "As long as you're here, my cold germs are without a cure."
"This is so stupid! My team will come here and save me!" Number 2 tried correcting him.
"Don't be so sure!" the Common Cold snapped. "This place of mine isn't on any map known to man. It'll be a long time before anybody finds us."
Later that night, Numbah 2 walked up to the room he was staying in. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him and locked it.
Numbah 1 and Number 1 heard it all the way from their room.
"He's upset." Numbah 1 pointed out. "He's going to lock himself in that room and not come out for days, just like I did when you were turned into an adult."
"You did that for me?" Number 1 asked. "You didn't have to, and I'll bet you didn't eat for days either."
"Yup." Numbah 1 confirmed. "I missed you."
Number 1 smiled down at her counterpart and got up and out of her room. She walked downstairs to the kitchen of the tree house and poured herself a glass of water. She was about to go back upstairs when she saw something on the kitchen counter. She grabbed it.
"It's a note." She announced to nobody. She read it for a minute, and gasped. She ran back upstairs as fast as her long legs would carry her. She swung her door open with a woosh.
"What is it?" Numbah 1 gasped, assuming something was wrong. Number 1 had caught him off guard.
"You have to see this!" Number 1 ordered. "It's a note Numbah 2 wrote!"
Number 1 passed the note to Numbah 1. He read it, and his eyes grew wide.
"It's a poem." He announced. "It's for Number 2. Listen, 'Dear Number 2, airplanes fly high, buses drive low, I don't care how we travel, as long as we're together so.'"
"Oh my God!" Number 1 shrieked. "Do you have any clue what this means?"
"Yeah!" Numbah 1 confirmed. "Numbah 2's getting to be a good poet!"
"No, you idiot!" Number 1 corrected him.
"Then what does it mean?" Numbah 1 asked, clueless.
"Duh!" Number 1 snapped. "Numbah 2 is so in love with Number 2!"
"Really?" Numbah 1 asked. "How do you know?"
"Oh, I don't know." Number 1 said sarcastically. "Maybe the fact that he wrote a love poem to her? You see how he always stares at her with those big eyes; then he turns all quiet and fumbles with his words. It is so obvious and this proves it."
"So what do we do?" Numbah 1 asked.
"We get Number 2 back." Number 1 announced, her tone serious. "We need to. Call up Lizzie and Tommy. Wake up Number 9 and the rest of the team. We're going to need all the help we can get."
~*End of Chapter Four*~
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~*Chapter 4*~
Number 2 shut her eyes tightly, not daring to even crack them open ever so slightly. She was scared to death, and she was worried that she could possibly die at any moment. She didn't remember much, but she was trying hard to find her lost memories. She remembered Tommy crying, and then Numbah 2 running, and then a villain-a villain, that was it! She remembered an attack by the Common Cold, and no one was able to stop him. Number 9 didn't appear again and the rest of the team had come too late without any of their weapons. Had the Common Cold won? If so, where was she now? Was she even alive? For all she knew, she could already be dead! There was only one way to find out. Number 2 flashed open her eyes.
"Where am I?" she whispered. She got up. She wasn't in a cage, and there were no ropes or tape involved, so she must've been okay. She took a little step forward. The room she was in was black except for a slightly luminescent crack in the door in front of her. She walked towards it without tripping over anything or losing her balance. Maybe it was just luck.
When she opened the door, she saw a straight corridor with no other doors on the sides, except for one down at the end of it. The corridor was brighter than the room she had been in, so finding her way down it wasn't a problem.
When she finally got down to the end of the corridor, she stopped. She had no clue where she was or what lied beyond the door. Opening it could change everything. She could get an answer, or it might just lead to another corridor or another door. She didn't have the time to ponder about details. She grabbed the knob to the door, and swung it open.
Back in town, the KND and the TND had gone back to the TND base. Everyone sat in the hang out room with gloomy looks on their faces, especially Numbah 2. Tommy and Lizzie had come back with them as well. Lizzie sat next to Numbah 1, resting her head on his shoulder and clinging to his arm. Tommy sat next to his big brother, shuffling his feet in front of him and staring down at an interesting floor. The room was silent except for the faint breathing of the team and an occasional sneeze.
Numbah 3 was the first to speak up.
"What are we going to do to save Number 2?" she asked. "We can't leave her wherever she is. Who knows what could happen to her!"
"We don't know where she is." Numbah 5 said, crossing her arms. "How could we find her?"
"Good point." Numbah 3 sighed.
"I miss her." Number 1 said truthfully.
"Me, too." Numbah 4 agreed. "Even if she was really annoying."
At that moment, the phone rang. Number 1 walked over to it and picked it up.
"Hello?" she asked.
"Hey, Number 1." The person on the other end said. "It's Number 9."
"Hi." Number 1 sighed quietly.
"Is something up?" Number 9 asked, curious.
"Number 2's been kidnapped." Number 1 answered. "And what's more, we don't know where she's been taken."
"Oh," Number 9 gasped. "I can't believe it. By who?"
"The Common Cold." Number 1 answered. "And we don't know why he took her out of all of us."
"I thought I got rid of him with that chicken noodle soup I threw at him." Number 9 pointed out.
"Apparently," Number 1 began. "He wasn't quite finished with us yet."
"Stupid villains." Number 9 mumbled. "Why can't we battle easy enemies?"
"That's what we all ask." Number 1 sighed.
"Yeah!" Numbah 4 agreed, almost listening in on the conversation. "Why can't battle that ice cream monster again?"
"We got a party out of that!" Numbah 3 chimed in. "I love parties!"
"Yes, Numbah 3, we know." Numbah 1 confirmed, trying his hardest to get away from Lizzie.
"Was that the rest of the team in the background?" Number 9 asked.
"Yeah." Number 1 confirmed. "The volume on the phone over here is turned up to the max. Whatever. Right now, we just need to worry about what we're going to do to get Number 2 back."
"Agreed." Number 9 said.
There was a very long moment of silence.
"Number 9?" Number 1 asked. "Are you still there?"
"Uh, can I come over to your base?" Number 9 asked back.
"Why?" Number 1 was curious.
"My team and I went out for the snow day, but when we tried to come back, the front door to our base was blocked by the snow." Number 9 explained. "The rest of the team went for help and told me to stay here. The thing is, they haven't come back yet."
"Number 9, where are you calling from?" Number 1 was getting annoyed. Number 9 was hesitant in her answer. Finally, she spoke up.
"A phone booth in your town." She answered, trying to hide her embarrassment.
Number 2 had swung the door in front of her open. She looked inside, but didn't see too much. There was a long, narrow bridge leading up to one single chair. It looked somewhat like the room of the Father of the Delightful Children from Down the Lane.
"Who are you!?" Number 2 commanded an answer.
Silence was that answer.
"I said, WHO ARE YOU???" Number 2 screamed.
"Alright, alright, you don't have to scream." The chair turned around, and there sat the Common Cold.
"What am I doing here? Why did you bring me here?" Number 2 began talking fast, so it was sort of hard to understand her.
"Number 2," the Common Cold began. "Or should I say, Jen?"
"How did you know my real name?" Number 2 asked, absolutely horrified.
"I'd like to thank the Delightful Teens from Down the Lane for that one, too." The Common Cold replied, smirking. "Well, you see, you are here, in my place."
"This is where you live?" Number 2 asked. "It's a disgusting dump."
"Thank you!" the Common Cold replied.
"That was not a compliment!" Number 2 shrieked. "Don't you know an insult when you hear one?"
"That was an insult?" the Common Cold asked, clueless. "It seemed polite to me."
"Whatever!" Number 2 shouted.
"Okay, okay, calm down." The Common Cold continued. "This place of mine is guarded. There's no way you can get out. Besides, if you wanted to get out, you'd have to swim through a moat of snot."
"Ew!" Number 2 cringed back at the thought. "That is so gross!"
"Thank you!" the Common Cold said again.
"THAT WASN'T A COMPLIMENT EITHER YOU DOPE!!!" Number 2 screamed.
"Really?" the Common Cold asked again, clueless. "Okay. Whatever you say. Anyway, you are here, for a special purpose."
"And what would that be?" Number 2 asked, crossing her arms and looking at him stubbornly.
"To be my queen." The Common Cold answered, smiling big.
"Uh, no? I am not doing that!" Number 2 protested. "And what made you choose me anyway?"
"You're funny, you're smart, you're pretty, you're nice," the Common Cold started giving out every reason he could think of. "And, besides, you've got a cold."
"I do no-AH CHOO!" Number 2 cut herself off. "Oh darn it. I do have a cold."
"See?" the Common Cold asked. "You've got every requirement necessary to be my queen."
"Uh, this cold of mine can be cured, you know." Number 2 said matter- of-factly.
"Not as long as you stay in this place of mine." The Common Cold corrected her. "As long as you're here, my cold germs are without a cure."
"This is so stupid! My team will come here and save me!" Number 2 tried correcting him.
"Don't be so sure!" the Common Cold snapped. "This place of mine isn't on any map known to man. It'll be a long time before anybody finds us."
Later that night, Numbah 2 walked up to the room he was staying in. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him and locked it.
Numbah 1 and Number 1 heard it all the way from their room.
"He's upset." Numbah 1 pointed out. "He's going to lock himself in that room and not come out for days, just like I did when you were turned into an adult."
"You did that for me?" Number 1 asked. "You didn't have to, and I'll bet you didn't eat for days either."
"Yup." Numbah 1 confirmed. "I missed you."
Number 1 smiled down at her counterpart and got up and out of her room. She walked downstairs to the kitchen of the tree house and poured herself a glass of water. She was about to go back upstairs when she saw something on the kitchen counter. She grabbed it.
"It's a note." She announced to nobody. She read it for a minute, and gasped. She ran back upstairs as fast as her long legs would carry her. She swung her door open with a woosh.
"What is it?" Numbah 1 gasped, assuming something was wrong. Number 1 had caught him off guard.
"You have to see this!" Number 1 ordered. "It's a note Numbah 2 wrote!"
Number 1 passed the note to Numbah 1. He read it, and his eyes grew wide.
"It's a poem." He announced. "It's for Number 2. Listen, 'Dear Number 2, airplanes fly high, buses drive low, I don't care how we travel, as long as we're together so.'"
"Oh my God!" Number 1 shrieked. "Do you have any clue what this means?"
"Yeah!" Numbah 1 confirmed. "Numbah 2's getting to be a good poet!"
"No, you idiot!" Number 1 corrected him.
"Then what does it mean?" Numbah 1 asked, clueless.
"Duh!" Number 1 snapped. "Numbah 2 is so in love with Number 2!"
"Really?" Numbah 1 asked. "How do you know?"
"Oh, I don't know." Number 1 said sarcastically. "Maybe the fact that he wrote a love poem to her? You see how he always stares at her with those big eyes; then he turns all quiet and fumbles with his words. It is so obvious and this proves it."
"So what do we do?" Numbah 1 asked.
"We get Number 2 back." Number 1 announced, her tone serious. "We need to. Call up Lizzie and Tommy. Wake up Number 9 and the rest of the team. We're going to need all the help we can get."
~*End of Chapter Four*~
