Operation: E.E.L.S.
Eerie Eels Like Slithering
''Get the bald freak!'' yelled James, the leader of the Badmen Bullies, who was busy stabbing his knife at anyone that came across him. Numbuh One lowered his head as three teenagers dressed in striped T-shirts and jeans sprang at him. He kicked his leg at a boy with clawed glasses and sent him flying through the hall. Numbuh Two lowered his goggles and pressed a big, strange looking button, which successfully terribly started the R.A.C.K.E.T.
*Flashback or whatever you call the gadget explaining scene*
Kids Next Door R.A.C.K.E.T.
Run At Command Kool Eggs Thrower
A hydrant, attached by a L-shaped tube, which had a hen on it, stood on top of a truck tire, and in turn on a rooster weather vane (which, of course, has no rooster on it) that had tennis rackets instead of the ESWN letters. A driller had the sharp part (no idea what's it called) right stuffed in the small metal rod of the vane, and mechanic things the shakes the whole machine.
*End of flashback or whatever you call the gadget explaining scene*
Boy, can that machine shoot. Eggs splattered at all directions - above the cupboard, inside the chandelier, under Numbuh Five's hat, and one even found it's way in Numbuh Three's sleeve. The clawed-glasses boy managed to duck under a sofa before banging into Numbuh Four's abnormally big head. He shot up angrily and received a faceful of fresh eggs. Yolk and egg white dripped from his glasses to his T-shirt, and burnt his skin - Numbuh Five has been feeding the hen bottles of green pills with a sticky paper that showed: Caution! Noxious tablets. Do not let children touch.
Numbuh Two put on his leather gloves and reached for the button. His hand moved through different buttons made of bottle caps and reached the button. Numbuh Two shrieked in delight and hit the button hard. The nightmare became worse, if not worst. Rackets rotated at the speed of light as eggs continue to attack the children. Sticky yellow mixture slowly began to fill the room, melting any thing they reached. The operatives and bullies scampered on tables, when a loud 'BANG!' stroked their ears. Nuts and bolts fall off the machine and the hydrant stumbled on a racket. The other three was sent flying through the room, causing holes wherever they hit, and bounced off the wreck another piece. The hen jumped in the mixture and screamed at the top of her voice when the feathers were melted. Numbuh Three whimpered when machines explode all around her, and bombing the entire tree house.
''Numbuh One, this is your fault,'' Numbuh Four grumbled, his face still bruised and bleeding.
''Yes, and you better give Numbuh Five a good explanation.''
''But. but. I. was. just going to. get some. some eels! And I got aome at their fishing area, so they did this!'' Protested Numbuh One, shivering at the thought that the tree house suddenly tumble and broke in a million pieces of wood.
''Eels again?'' ''We hated your plan of eel-shooting!'' ''You better stop this plan at this instant!''
''But guys! I've got 10591847263 eels already! I only need 408152737 more!''
''Anyway, I'm going back in my room!'' Numbuh Two declared, stomping with anger at the fact that Numbuh One used all his breakfast eggs at the R.A.C.K.E.T.
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In Numbuh One's POV
I stepped in the aquarium and sighed in despair. The glowing eels seemed so beautiful. I still can't understand why my stupid teammates don't accept them. Gross? The slippery feel is not disgusting. It is comfortable. Ugly? The way they move, the green bodies, the small breathing sound - they seemed so fascinating. Weak? Have you seen how they give out electricity, and the way they tie everything tightly?
I walked down the walkway and empty the contents from Dr. Ilov C. 's Aqua Pet Food. Billions of slithering animals crowded round my feet, biting the brown, soggy meat. I must convince them into believing me, I must. An idea appeared in my brain. I picked up an eel-shaped phone and dialed the number. ''Hello?'' Five familiar voices chanted. I whispered, as silent as I could. ''Good day to you. Are you free on Sunday morning? I want you at Shark Beach. Bring the R.R.I.D.M., too. 3000 bowls of Nacho cheese? Deal.''
Eerie Eels Like Slithering
''Get the bald freak!'' yelled James, the leader of the Badmen Bullies, who was busy stabbing his knife at anyone that came across him. Numbuh One lowered his head as three teenagers dressed in striped T-shirts and jeans sprang at him. He kicked his leg at a boy with clawed glasses and sent him flying through the hall. Numbuh Two lowered his goggles and pressed a big, strange looking button, which successfully terribly started the R.A.C.K.E.T.
*Flashback or whatever you call the gadget explaining scene*
Kids Next Door R.A.C.K.E.T.
Run At Command Kool Eggs Thrower
A hydrant, attached by a L-shaped tube, which had a hen on it, stood on top of a truck tire, and in turn on a rooster weather vane (which, of course, has no rooster on it) that had tennis rackets instead of the ESWN letters. A driller had the sharp part (no idea what's it called) right stuffed in the small metal rod of the vane, and mechanic things the shakes the whole machine.
*End of flashback or whatever you call the gadget explaining scene*
Boy, can that machine shoot. Eggs splattered at all directions - above the cupboard, inside the chandelier, under Numbuh Five's hat, and one even found it's way in Numbuh Three's sleeve. The clawed-glasses boy managed to duck under a sofa before banging into Numbuh Four's abnormally big head. He shot up angrily and received a faceful of fresh eggs. Yolk and egg white dripped from his glasses to his T-shirt, and burnt his skin - Numbuh Five has been feeding the hen bottles of green pills with a sticky paper that showed: Caution! Noxious tablets. Do not let children touch.
Numbuh Two put on his leather gloves and reached for the button. His hand moved through different buttons made of bottle caps and reached the button. Numbuh Two shrieked in delight and hit the button hard. The nightmare became worse, if not worst. Rackets rotated at the speed of light as eggs continue to attack the children. Sticky yellow mixture slowly began to fill the room, melting any thing they reached. The operatives and bullies scampered on tables, when a loud 'BANG!' stroked their ears. Nuts and bolts fall off the machine and the hydrant stumbled on a racket. The other three was sent flying through the room, causing holes wherever they hit, and bounced off the wreck another piece. The hen jumped in the mixture and screamed at the top of her voice when the feathers were melted. Numbuh Three whimpered when machines explode all around her, and bombing the entire tree house.
''Numbuh One, this is your fault,'' Numbuh Four grumbled, his face still bruised and bleeding.
''Yes, and you better give Numbuh Five a good explanation.''
''But. but. I. was. just going to. get some. some eels! And I got aome at their fishing area, so they did this!'' Protested Numbuh One, shivering at the thought that the tree house suddenly tumble and broke in a million pieces of wood.
''Eels again?'' ''We hated your plan of eel-shooting!'' ''You better stop this plan at this instant!''
''But guys! I've got 10591847263 eels already! I only need 408152737 more!''
''Anyway, I'm going back in my room!'' Numbuh Two declared, stomping with anger at the fact that Numbuh One used all his breakfast eggs at the R.A.C.K.E.T.
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In Numbuh One's POV
I stepped in the aquarium and sighed in despair. The glowing eels seemed so beautiful. I still can't understand why my stupid teammates don't accept them. Gross? The slippery feel is not disgusting. It is comfortable. Ugly? The way they move, the green bodies, the small breathing sound - they seemed so fascinating. Weak? Have you seen how they give out electricity, and the way they tie everything tightly?
I walked down the walkway and empty the contents from Dr. Ilov C. 's Aqua Pet Food. Billions of slithering animals crowded round my feet, biting the brown, soggy meat. I must convince them into believing me, I must. An idea appeared in my brain. I picked up an eel-shaped phone and dialed the number. ''Hello?'' Five familiar voices chanted. I whispered, as silent as I could. ''Good day to you. Are you free on Sunday morning? I want you at Shark Beach. Bring the R.R.I.D.M., too. 3000 bowls of Nacho cheese? Deal.''