"Kids Next Dream"
Writing Operative: Kelly Min
[ kmoule@poetic.com ]
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Author's Note: Okay, so there's no confusion here… this is a story pursued by a dream I had. My likeness, or rather… my "Numbuh" and the KND are being chased. It's going to be a short one, and I don't really know if I'm going to do anymore of these (meaning with my "Numbuh" in them). However, if you feel I've got something, please leave a review. :D Enjoy.
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A heavy chase was being held in the mall's parking lot, as the KND tried to dodge the oncoming assault of their newest enemies, Mister Meet and Misses Greet, aka The Meet & Greets. They were in a car robot, and laughing as they chased the kids. "Fire all!" Numbuh One shouted, pointing to the large car robot that was about to smash them. Each kid had the soda bottle thing that suppose to tie up anyone it's used on (sorry, I don't know the "technical" terms). Just as they were about to fire, suddenly, they heard the revving of wheels.
Into view came a white sedan, with a KID behind the wheel?! With a wicked smirk on this kid's face, she plowed right into one of the legs of the car robot, sending it falling to the ground… as her car spun, she pounded on the brakes and stopped. Cautiously, the KND approached. "That was amazing." Numbuh One admitted, while the others agreed. "You're a very good driver…" Numbuh Three said. "Hop in, no time for… "meet and greets" just yet." The girl said. They all piled in as they noticed the other car robot was on its feet.
"Darn kid, stop being so rude… and introduce yourself!" Chuckling, the new girl laid back. "You get what you deserve." She looked down to the console. "Switch to robotic combat mode." The kids all watched as her car turned into the same kind of robot that the other car was. She grinned. "Prepare DT cannon." 'Preparing.' The computer replied, as she took hold of what seemed to be a microphone of sorts. "My name is Arin, but you can call me Numbuh Six. I'd like you to meet Blancó, my car." Arin had shoulder-length chestnut brown hair and blue-green eyes. She was a peachy colored skin, and she was wearing jeans and a blue shirt.
"At least she's not so rude…" The Meet and Greets muttered. "Sit back and relax, Numbuh One… I've got this one in the bag. Fire!" She shouted, ribbons of rainbow-colored duct-tape flew at the car robot, ensnaring and binding it into a ball of tape. "Killer!" Numbuh Four exclaimed. "What else does this thing do?" Numbuh Two asked. "Watch. Blancó, ready SG missiles." 'SG missiles ready to be lauched.' Came the reply.
"I'm rubber…" She started… as the others watched on. "FIRE!" She cried, missile sized straws full of sticky glue launched at the ball of tape, the glue oozing out and sticking the Meet & Greets to the ground, grumbling and muttering, all the kids cheered as Blancó returned back to car mode and landed safely on the ground. "…and you're glued." Smirking, Arin got out as did the others.
"That was some impressive work there, Arin… the KND would have been MIA had you not stepped in." Numbuh One said matter-of-factly. "Yeah, you and Blancó kicked some serious tail!" Numbuh Five agreed. 'Thank you, Abigail.' Blancó said in reply. "Say, I've got an idea… why don't you come back to the clubhouse with us?" Numbuh Four offered. "Thanks… me and Blancó would love to come. Hop back in. Oh and I'm not driving, Blancó is… as always." "Ah…" They all said in unison as they climbed back in.
"Blancó, chopper mode." Blancó then turned into a helicopter and flew back to the clubhouse, the sun setting, and the day was done.
