Andi: OK, we're back from packing for our holiday.
Emilie: *is still unconcious*
Andi: More then. But first...*stuffs bag of sugar into rubbish chute*

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Numbahs 12 and 1 were spinning round and round in their capsule. 12 was screaming involuntarily, and 1 was curled up into a ball with his hands over his ears. Finally, the spinning subsided, and they were tossed out of the capsule and onto hard, cold stone.

Numbah 12 rubbed her head and looked up at the people wearing frilly dresses and felt hats. "Sacre bleu!' cried a lady in a periwinkle dress. "They live!" "Of course we live," said Numbah 1 snappily, sitting up. "It speaks!" exclaimed several ladies and men. "We're human too," said Numbah 12, reaching for her red thing (Andi: Urgh! MUST...THINK...UP...A...NAME... Numbah 5: Hey, wanna hold a sleepover here? Andi: Uh, sure...! There's enough space!) and tossed it towards Numbah 1. But he was too quick - he had already sprinted off towards a large building with gilt gates which swung open at him. Numbah 12 cursed, and bent down to pick up her red thing. She stood up straight, and ran towards the gilded gates. By this time, several ladies had fainted.

Meanwhile, Numbah 64 was laughing hysterically at the spluttering Numbah 4. "You really like her!" she giggled, trying hard to stop laughing. Numbah 4 glared at her, and swallowed his mouthful of water. "We've decided to just plonk you in the time machine anyway." "Why?" said Numbah 4 indignantly, tossing down the bottle of water. "Because! It'll be fun," replied Numbah 5, who had taken over the mike. "Well, we'll be sending you to...let me see...aha! We'll send you to the Ancient Romans. Ought to be fun..." At that moment, the two Numbahs were hurled out of the car and zoomed down a time tunnel, which opened up, beside them.

The Numbahs 1 and 12 were chasing around the courtyard. They had both realized that they were in Versailles, the famous gilded palace. But neither cared, really. Since both were making a considerable amount of noise, the palace guards heard them and ran like mad towards the courtyard. When they got there, they hesitated at the sight of the two Numbahs chasing each other wearing 21st century clothes. "Look," said one of the guards, "They look like they are not from our time! Do you think they be from the future? (A/N: Their English wasn't very advanced then.) "Perish the thought!" said another guard, who began to run onto the yard, waving his hand at them and aiming a nearby ceremonial cannon at them too. And by luck, they both disappeared into a different time zone. "They be witches," said the guard, horrified, staring at where they had been.

4 and 64 were not having a happy time. All thoughts of the red object had gone from 64's mind as they were led to two separate rooms. They had unfortunately been zapped into a gladiator's school, and the people there had to have them trained. Now, thought Numbah 64 miserably, I'll have to wear a stupid Roman costume and fight dirty, gritty men! She was thrust into a room with a bench, and a toga with gold spangles on the sleeves and waist. Oh no, thought Numbah 4, as he was thrown into a similar room which held nothing but a stool and a white loincloth with spangles, This can't be happening. "I'm going to be wearing nothing but a pair of underwear in front of girls!" he wailed, just as the door swung shut behind him.

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Andi: And so much for now. I'll add more to this chapter later, so check back.
At that moment, Linkin Park burst through the door.
Linkin Park (in monotone like the DCFDTL): We have attacked you with our changing CD of doom! We have been taking Evil lessons from the Delightful Children!
Numbah 3: Eeep! Evil boy band people!
Numbah 5: Uh oh...maybe we should get some weapons...
Emilie: *wakes up at sound of Linkin Park entering* YAY! LINKIN PARK IS HERE!!!!!! *falls down again and froths at the mouth*