Chapter 4
"Okay.I do not like dark allies.dark allies-" Numbuh Four spoke to himself as he nervously scanned the ally way around him.
"Numbuh Four? Will you please shut up?" Numbuh Five fused in annoyance.
"You don't understand! This is more than I can take!" he stared into her eyes. She, however was not amused. ".Boys." she muttered. "Hey!" Hoagie Gillian screeched (***Quick Note: this is somewhat from Operation: L.I.Z.Z.I.E. when Numbuh Four says "Women" and Numbuhs Five and Three keep kicking him***)
"He said she was here.where is she?" Numbuh Five cut the subject off, wondering what this was all about.
"I tol'ga! You can't trust 'em!" Numbuh Four spewed, jumping to a conclusion.
"Do you know where my brother is?" a voice asked from behind. The sun had barely begun to arise. It was still dark and bitter cold. Frost iced the path.
It was the blond girl of the Delightful Children. She was feasibly speaking of the blond boy back at the tree house. The Quiet One spoke. "Yes. He is back at the treehouse. You have to trust us. He is hurt badly, but we don't know how-" the blond girl cut her off. "Father.he is the only one that would hurt for no reason. Where is he?" "The treehouse," Numbuh Four said simply and added, "or what's left of it anyway." He glared at them mincingly hinting that they weren't forgiven.
After a ways of walking the eight arrived at the treehouse (or what was left of it). No one was there. "John!" Ginny called desperately. Father was gone too. "Was Father here?" She asked (most likely the burning wood). "Yes," Numbuh Five confessed. ".He took him." she said longingly.
Several disasters arose: Numbuh One was still missing, John was still gone, the Delightful Children were homeless, and the treehouse was no longer. What would they do?
***Authors Note: The bitter cold means winter ^.^ just so you know this takes place in the winter-mid winter. Snow time! I might use my awesome powers to make it snow, sleet, or ice :P. The point of making John vanish was to get everyone
"Okay.I do not like dark allies.dark allies-" Numbuh Four spoke to himself as he nervously scanned the ally way around him.
"Numbuh Four? Will you please shut up?" Numbuh Five fused in annoyance.
"You don't understand! This is more than I can take!" he stared into her eyes. She, however was not amused. ".Boys." she muttered. "Hey!" Hoagie Gillian screeched (***Quick Note: this is somewhat from Operation: L.I.Z.Z.I.E. when Numbuh Four says "Women" and Numbuhs Five and Three keep kicking him***)
"He said she was here.where is she?" Numbuh Five cut the subject off, wondering what this was all about.
"I tol'ga! You can't trust 'em!" Numbuh Four spewed, jumping to a conclusion.
"Do you know where my brother is?" a voice asked from behind. The sun had barely begun to arise. It was still dark and bitter cold. Frost iced the path.
It was the blond girl of the Delightful Children. She was feasibly speaking of the blond boy back at the tree house. The Quiet One spoke. "Yes. He is back at the treehouse. You have to trust us. He is hurt badly, but we don't know how-" the blond girl cut her off. "Father.he is the only one that would hurt for no reason. Where is he?" "The treehouse," Numbuh Four said simply and added, "or what's left of it anyway." He glared at them mincingly hinting that they weren't forgiven.
After a ways of walking the eight arrived at the treehouse (or what was left of it). No one was there. "John!" Ginny called desperately. Father was gone too. "Was Father here?" She asked (most likely the burning wood). "Yes," Numbuh Five confessed. ".He took him." she said longingly.
Several disasters arose: Numbuh One was still missing, John was still gone, the Delightful Children were homeless, and the treehouse was no longer. What would they do?
***Authors Note: The bitter cold means winter ^.^ just so you know this takes place in the winter-mid winter. Snow time! I might use my awesome powers to make it snow, sleet, or ice :P. The point of making John vanish was to get everyone