Adults Next Door?
Disclaimer: I doubt I need this.
Author's note: Once again I'm "borrowing" a concept. I like to do that, since it doesn't require as much thought. Oh well, enjoy!
Remember when reviewing: Because of a really nasty review I got once, I'd like you to keep your reviews under five sentences. Please.
Chapter 1: Could it be?
It was 15 years in the future. The KND had gone all separate ways. Numbuh 5 had gone into the clothing business. Numbuh 4 was now a championship boxer.
Numbuh 3 was a weathe-rperson, and Numbuh 2 had joined the United States Air Force. Numbuh 1 was an architect. The KND had split up, apparently never to meet again, but such was not the case.
The day it happened was on a Saturday. Abagail "Abby" Lincoln was having a slow business day at the clothing store. She was sitting at the counter, watching television.
"And now for the news," an announcer said. "Nigel Uno, head of the Numero Uno Architectural Company, has just finished designing the new city hall at 182 Bristle Drive."
"We now go live to the interview of Nigel. Nigel, do you have anything to say to the millions of viewers watching TV right now? Don't be nervous, spit it out!"
Nigel sighed. "All you viewers out there, I hope one of you was one of my old childhood friends. I just can't be happy without one of you, I see it now."
Abby gasped. She opened a drawer behind the counter and took out a group picture of the KND we all know. "Could... could it be!?" Abby slowly said.
Without delay, she switched the sign at the front of the store from OPEN to CLOSED, got into the driver's seat of her delivery van, and drove off toward 182 Bristle Drive.
Abby pulled up right behind where Nigel was standing and honked her horn, almost scaring the wits out of Nigel, the camera crew, and several viewers.
Slowly Nigel turned around to face Abby. "Abagail Lincoln, from so long ago? Could it be?" he said. Abby simply nodded, and held out the picture she kept under the counter at her store.
After a few seconds, the announcer interrupted. "Uh, can we get on with this heartwarming reunion? Our new weather-person, Kuki Sanban, is supposed to announce the weather on the hour."
Hate to leave you hanging, but all good things must come to an end. I love to get reviews, so long as they aren't too rough. Bye!
Disclaimer: I doubt I need this.
Author's note: Once again I'm "borrowing" a concept. I like to do that, since it doesn't require as much thought. Oh well, enjoy!
Remember when reviewing: Because of a really nasty review I got once, I'd like you to keep your reviews under five sentences. Please.
Chapter 1: Could it be?
It was 15 years in the future. The KND had gone all separate ways. Numbuh 5 had gone into the clothing business. Numbuh 4 was now a championship boxer.
Numbuh 3 was a weathe-rperson, and Numbuh 2 had joined the United States Air Force. Numbuh 1 was an architect. The KND had split up, apparently never to meet again, but such was not the case.
The day it happened was on a Saturday. Abagail "Abby" Lincoln was having a slow business day at the clothing store. She was sitting at the counter, watching television.
"And now for the news," an announcer said. "Nigel Uno, head of the Numero Uno Architectural Company, has just finished designing the new city hall at 182 Bristle Drive."
"We now go live to the interview of Nigel. Nigel, do you have anything to say to the millions of viewers watching TV right now? Don't be nervous, spit it out!"
Nigel sighed. "All you viewers out there, I hope one of you was one of my old childhood friends. I just can't be happy without one of you, I see it now."
Abby gasped. She opened a drawer behind the counter and took out a group picture of the KND we all know. "Could... could it be!?" Abby slowly said.
Without delay, she switched the sign at the front of the store from OPEN to CLOSED, got into the driver's seat of her delivery van, and drove off toward 182 Bristle Drive.
Abby pulled up right behind where Nigel was standing and honked her horn, almost scaring the wits out of Nigel, the camera crew, and several viewers.
Slowly Nigel turned around to face Abby. "Abagail Lincoln, from so long ago? Could it be?" he said. Abby simply nodded, and held out the picture she kept under the counter at her store.
After a few seconds, the announcer interrupted. "Uh, can we get on with this heartwarming reunion? Our new weather-person, Kuki Sanban, is supposed to announce the weather on the hour."
Hate to leave you hanging, but all good things must come to an end. I love to get reviews, so long as they aren't too rough. Bye!