Disclaimer: I own none of the characters...really I don't...
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Nigel stood in front of an aboanded, empty treehouse, full of memories.
It was the KND treehouse.
He tiptoed to the door, giving it a light shove. It opened with a creaking sound. He went in and turned on the light. Suprisingly, that still worked. Nigel plopped on one of the two seater sofa sets, and dust sprang up and flew in every direction, tickling his nose and making him sneeze.
He closed his eyes and thought. And thought. Memories filled his head and traveled through him. He still heard laughter, and the battling sounds when they fought. He could even hear himself say in a child's voice, "Kids Next Door...Battlestations!"
He laughed a soft laugh and then got up and toured the rest of the treehouse, for the second time.
He peeked in his room first. His bed was still made (Thanks to Numbah 5) and the shelves were still filled all the gagets he had used when he was still apart of the KND. The age changing cigar. The Juice-o-matic. The cheese sprayer. He picked up that, pressed a random button, forgetting what everything did. A blast of cheese sprayed onto the wall, dripping on the top of the shelves.
Next was Numbah 2's room. The plane he slept in that had crushed into the treehouse was still there. His flying device that could print out info on flies and make people fly stood neatly in the cornor. And his usual outfit was still hung in his closet: A blue shirt, brown suspenders, white shoes, and a brown flying hat. How he loved airplanes.
After that was Numbah 3's room. When she left, she had not taken any of her toys. Nigel pushed aside a few stuffed animals and peered around. Stuffed animals cluttered the room. Her bed was still there and so was her little wooden table and chairs, with her teaset gently laid out. Her vanity stood in one cornor, filled with acessiories. In her cloest were her bunny slippers and party dresses.
Nigel went to Numbah 4's room. His giant wrestling bed was still there, and all his devices. The dented hole in the vent was still there, never fixed, from when he was chasing an annoying fly.
Numbah 5's room. The spotlights still shown on her milkshake bar, and the sofa and a few old magazines lay on the table, along with an empty milkshake glass. The hole was still there where Numbah 4 darted through, not giving up on catching on that fly.
Numbah 7's room was decorated all white with a lavender wall and everything was purple. (AN: To the reviewer who asked who Numbah 7 was: Numbah 7 is this author...Emily...meeee!)
Nigel smiled. So many memories.
Then he thought.
Thought about his friends. Thought about all the times they had together.
Then he knew what he had to do. He had to get in touch with his long lost firends.
Nigel walked downstairs and picked up the phone. With shaking fingers and sweat dripping down his head, he dialed the numbers.
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Sorry that chappy was so short! More soon! I promise!
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Nigel stood in front of an aboanded, empty treehouse, full of memories.
It was the KND treehouse.
He tiptoed to the door, giving it a light shove. It opened with a creaking sound. He went in and turned on the light. Suprisingly, that still worked. Nigel plopped on one of the two seater sofa sets, and dust sprang up and flew in every direction, tickling his nose and making him sneeze.
He closed his eyes and thought. And thought. Memories filled his head and traveled through him. He still heard laughter, and the battling sounds when they fought. He could even hear himself say in a child's voice, "Kids Next Door...Battlestations!"
He laughed a soft laugh and then got up and toured the rest of the treehouse, for the second time.
He peeked in his room first. His bed was still made (Thanks to Numbah 5) and the shelves were still filled all the gagets he had used when he was still apart of the KND. The age changing cigar. The Juice-o-matic. The cheese sprayer. He picked up that, pressed a random button, forgetting what everything did. A blast of cheese sprayed onto the wall, dripping on the top of the shelves.
Next was Numbah 2's room. The plane he slept in that had crushed into the treehouse was still there. His flying device that could print out info on flies and make people fly stood neatly in the cornor. And his usual outfit was still hung in his closet: A blue shirt, brown suspenders, white shoes, and a brown flying hat. How he loved airplanes.
After that was Numbah 3's room. When she left, she had not taken any of her toys. Nigel pushed aside a few stuffed animals and peered around. Stuffed animals cluttered the room. Her bed was still there and so was her little wooden table and chairs, with her teaset gently laid out. Her vanity stood in one cornor, filled with acessiories. In her cloest were her bunny slippers and party dresses.
Nigel went to Numbah 4's room. His giant wrestling bed was still there, and all his devices. The dented hole in the vent was still there, never fixed, from when he was chasing an annoying fly.
Numbah 5's room. The spotlights still shown on her milkshake bar, and the sofa and a few old magazines lay on the table, along with an empty milkshake glass. The hole was still there where Numbah 4 darted through, not giving up on catching on that fly.
Numbah 7's room was decorated all white with a lavender wall and everything was purple. (AN: To the reviewer who asked who Numbah 7 was: Numbah 7 is this author...Emily...meeee!)
Nigel smiled. So many memories.
Then he thought.
Thought about his friends. Thought about all the times they had together.
Then he knew what he had to do. He had to get in touch with his long lost firends.
Nigel walked downstairs and picked up the phone. With shaking fingers and sweat dripping down his head, he dialed the numbers.
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Sorry that chappy was so short! More soon! I promise!