Disclaimer: See chapter one.
I'm being really careful about the rating when it comes to this story. Everything I do can't be rated PG. I sure hope I can manage this rating. ^^;;
~*Chapter 4*~
It was a warm and sunny Thursday mid afternoon contrary to the rainy, miserable weather the day before. It was business as usual at the TND Base. Number 1 had ordered the rest of the operatives except Number 4 to study for mid-terms. Number 4 had her own problems to worry about anyway. She had to bring someone else with her to another challenge with Knightbrace that night.
"Let's see," she mumbled, "I can't bring Number 7. She came on Monday. Number 274 came with me on Wednesday. Uh, this is bad." She paced around her room trying to think up a solution. "The rest of the team would never come with me. Number 1 would yell at them to keep studying or else they'll fail eight grade, and no one wants to repeat eight grade." She stopped short. "Speaking of which, our graduation is coming up! Yes! We're going to get out of that torture facility called junior high!"
"If we ever pass these mid-terms!" Number 5 shouted from downstairs.
"Can you come down here, Number 4?" Number 3 asked.
Number 4 sighed and walked down the stairs to meet her fellow operatives once again at the table in the Study Room. For some odd reason, Number 2 looked sort of calm. It was almost scary since she was one of them that was panicking all this time.
"How do you solve this equation?" Number 3 asked, pointing to one on a page in a workbook.
"That's easy," Number 4 replied. "All you have to do is take these two numbers here represented those letters. You square them, add them together, and that's how you can tell if three numbers are Pythagorean Triples."
"Is this one?"
"Uh-huh. Three, four, and five is the most common of Triples."
"Thanks!"
"Anytime."
Number 4 smiled big at the thought that she was able to help without getting yelled at by Number 1. She actually was smiling back at her, and she looked like she was proud. It was almost scary.
"Tell 274 that I'm sorry for yelling at her," she said.
"I'll call her later."
"You mean she left?"
"Yup."
Number 1 looked hurt. She went back to a workbook with a pencil tapping against her head. Number 4 realized what she had done and went to leave.
"Hold up."
Number 4 whirled around and saw Number 2 get up from the table and join her.
"I'm taking a break," she announced. "All work and no play makes me a dull Teen Next Door!"
"I agree," Number 4 said proudly. "And since you are free, maybe you can help me with something! How would you like to go on a duo mission with me?"
"A MISSION???" Number 2 gasped. She turned towards the rest of the team. "Did you hear that? A mission! For the first time in three days!"
"Yeah, stop showing off," Number 1 ordered stubbornly. Her eyes never left the page she was staring at. Number 2 turned back to Number 4.
"If this is a mission, then I've got to dress up!"
"But you might get dirty."
"But it's a MISSION!"
"That word really sounds great to you, doesn't it?" Number 4 crossed her arms and smirked as if she was enjoying this. As a matter of fact, she was.
"So what are you going to wear?" she asked, a hint of interest in her voice.
"Um," Number 2 mumbled, "this!" She pointed to the outfit she was wearing which was her traditional purple shirt and light blue jeans with Nike sneakers. She tipped her glasses around and pointed to her braces.
"What was that for?"
"I'm getting them off!"
The tree house was silent. Number 2 was smiling big while the rest of the operatives had their jaws dropped on the floor. Some drool started coming out of Number 5's mouth. Number 3's was almost foaming.
"You didn't tell us that!" Number 1 shrieked. "That's so not fair! I need mine until the beginning of freshman year. I hate it because I can't chew gum."
"You sneak it all the time!" Number 5 snapped.
"No one else needs to know!"
"When? What time?" Number 4 asked to Number 2, eager for an answer.
Number 2 looked at her watch. "Uh today," she began, "in five minutes!"
Number 4 looked at Number 2 with wide eyes. She always knew that Number 2 was a forgetful girl that was a bit of an airhead, but this was going a little too far.
"We are so taking a flight machine," she announced, "and I know just the one!"
Computer Screen
Teens Next Door C.H.A.I.R.
Chair
Hovers
Ain't
It
Radical?
End Computer Screen
Number 2 and Number 4 hopped into the C.H.A.I.R. and strapped themselves in.
"Uh, I noticed that the 'R' in the C.H.A.I.R. has a weird meaning," Number 4 pointed out. "Whose idea was it to put 'radical' in the name?"
"Yours."
"Oh, yeah."
Number 4 pulled a lever and the piece of 2X4 Technology started to hover off the ground. It was a surprisingly fast vehicle that traveled at approximately ninety miles an hour.
"Who cares about the words that describe this thing?" Number 2 asked. "It rocks!"
"Hey!" Number 4 shouted. "That's a good one to replace 'radical' with!"
"It is!"
For another two minutes or so, the operatives were speeding down the road trying to make Number 2's orthodontist appointment. If Number 4 knew about it earlier, she wouldn't have been able to push this piece of 2X4 stuff at its maximum point. They were really going fast, and they were loving it.
"I think the only thing wrong with this one is that it gives your eyes a good drying," Number 2 called from the backseat. "I can only imagine how your eyes feel."
"Don't rub it in!" Number 4 snapped as they began to land in the orthodontist parking lot. Number 4 rubbed her eyes (haha, bad joke) and walked inside the office followed by Number 2.
After about an hour or so of reading old magazines, Number 4 became bored, sitting there in the waiting room. She tried to amuse herself with the TV, but nothing but the mid-day news is on. Trust me, the news was not very exciting. When that failed, Number 4 stretched out her long, orange- sleeved colored arms and drifted off to sleep.
When she slept, she dreamed.
Number 4 stood out in the middle of nowhere trying to see through the thick fog and mist clouding what looked like nothingness. {This must be the world inside my head,} she thought, taking a step ahead. To her surprise, the piece she was standing on fell off into an infinite void! Now, she was freaked out.
Up ahead, there was a figure coming closer and closer to Number 4. When she could get a could look at the figure, she was shocked.
"You look like me!" she cried.
"I am you!" the figure said back. "I'm your past self. Now listen to me! Quit the Teens Next Door! Destroy it if you can."
"But I love being a TND operative,"
"It doesn't matter! Quit the organization."
Number 4 woke up with an extreme jolt to the touch of Number 2 shaking her back and forth. She violently shook her head and looked up at her friend. Number 2 was smiling, showing off her teeth.
"They're straight!" she shouted.
Later that night, Number 4 and Number 2 walked up to the candy store in order to meet Knightbrace. Number 2's brand new teeth gleamed in the streetlights and were almost like lights across the street. It actually reminded her of the time Numbah 1 told them about their battle with Knightbrace. Number 2's teeth were similar to Numbah 3's of the time.
"You can stop showing off your teeth now," Number 4 muttered. "It's getting annoying. Besides, who's going to see us out here? It's almost eleven o'clock at night. Unless some neighbor's here to take his or her dog out, I don't think anyone's looking."
"So?"
"So stop it!"
Suddenly, the lights to the candy store went on. Number 4 whirled around and saw Knightbrace watching them through the window. He motioned for the two of them to come inside. Number 2 looked at Number 4 nervously. Number 4 gave her fellow operative a stone cold stare and opened up the front door. She walked in first followed by her friend. They met up with Knightbrace in front of him at the same time.
"Today's a trivia challenge. You will both be asked a series of questions," he explained. "I'll ask you both five questions. You must get three out of five right to win. Get three wrong, and I get Beatles."
"I'm convinced," Number 4 said flatly. "We're playing 'Survivor.'"
Knightbrace gave Number 4 a willful look and turned around. He started walking towards the back room. The operatives followed. Every time Number 4 and a friend would visit, he'd always take them even farther back of the candy store. It was as if he was planning something for the last day.
Suddenly, Knightbrace stopped and looked at the girls. Number 2 and Number 4 stood there silently waiting for him to speak.
"There first question:" he said. "Oh! Before we start, I should tell you one more thing. One of you can only answer. Both of you must answer at least once. If you get it wrong, you don't have a second chance."
"Just ask the darn question!!"
"Uh, right. Um, first, let's see..."
"He doesn't even have a question!" Number 2 exclaimed, pointing and jumping up and down. "Oh! The villains at the next meeting are going to love this! Just wait 'till I tell them!" She started dancing everywhere and flailing her arms. "Knightbrace is losing his touch! He doesn't have a challenge for us!"
"Shaddup!" Knightbrace commanded, trying to calm her down. "If anyone hears, I'll lose my dignity as a villain!"
"KNIGHTBRACE DOESN'T HAVE A CHALLENGE!!!" Number 2 screamed at the top of her lungs. All three of them heard charging coming towards the store. They looked to the window to see six figures.
"He's losing it!" Cree cried. "Ooooooo! Wait 'till Father and Mother hear this!" Cree ran off to tell her masters about it. The Delightfuls were still at the window.
"We're telling all the villains at next strategy meeting," they said. "Good luck winning back your dignity!" They ran off, too. "Cree! Wait for us!"
Number 2 and Number 4 burst out laughing hysterically as Knightbrace's face turned red.
"Okay, it's true," he confessed. "I don't have a challenge. You get off easy. But, Number 4, you can't bring Number 2 tomorrow. It must be someone else."
"This is a waste of time. I've got a bottle of hair color to attend to. My green's fading. See you tomorrow, you freak."
Number 2 and Number 4 left the store with smirks as Knightbrace trashed the place.
"Hope you have a janitor!"
He grabbed a bucket and a mop while muttering something about braces on babies.
~*End of Chapter Four*~
I'm being really careful about the rating when it comes to this story. Everything I do can't be rated PG. I sure hope I can manage this rating. ^^;;
~*Chapter 4*~
It was a warm and sunny Thursday mid afternoon contrary to the rainy, miserable weather the day before. It was business as usual at the TND Base. Number 1 had ordered the rest of the operatives except Number 4 to study for mid-terms. Number 4 had her own problems to worry about anyway. She had to bring someone else with her to another challenge with Knightbrace that night.
"Let's see," she mumbled, "I can't bring Number 7. She came on Monday. Number 274 came with me on Wednesday. Uh, this is bad." She paced around her room trying to think up a solution. "The rest of the team would never come with me. Number 1 would yell at them to keep studying or else they'll fail eight grade, and no one wants to repeat eight grade." She stopped short. "Speaking of which, our graduation is coming up! Yes! We're going to get out of that torture facility called junior high!"
"If we ever pass these mid-terms!" Number 5 shouted from downstairs.
"Can you come down here, Number 4?" Number 3 asked.
Number 4 sighed and walked down the stairs to meet her fellow operatives once again at the table in the Study Room. For some odd reason, Number 2 looked sort of calm. It was almost scary since she was one of them that was panicking all this time.
"How do you solve this equation?" Number 3 asked, pointing to one on a page in a workbook.
"That's easy," Number 4 replied. "All you have to do is take these two numbers here represented those letters. You square them, add them together, and that's how you can tell if three numbers are Pythagorean Triples."
"Is this one?"
"Uh-huh. Three, four, and five is the most common of Triples."
"Thanks!"
"Anytime."
Number 4 smiled big at the thought that she was able to help without getting yelled at by Number 1. She actually was smiling back at her, and she looked like she was proud. It was almost scary.
"Tell 274 that I'm sorry for yelling at her," she said.
"I'll call her later."
"You mean she left?"
"Yup."
Number 1 looked hurt. She went back to a workbook with a pencil tapping against her head. Number 4 realized what she had done and went to leave.
"Hold up."
Number 4 whirled around and saw Number 2 get up from the table and join her.
"I'm taking a break," she announced. "All work and no play makes me a dull Teen Next Door!"
"I agree," Number 4 said proudly. "And since you are free, maybe you can help me with something! How would you like to go on a duo mission with me?"
"A MISSION???" Number 2 gasped. She turned towards the rest of the team. "Did you hear that? A mission! For the first time in three days!"
"Yeah, stop showing off," Number 1 ordered stubbornly. Her eyes never left the page she was staring at. Number 2 turned back to Number 4.
"If this is a mission, then I've got to dress up!"
"But you might get dirty."
"But it's a MISSION!"
"That word really sounds great to you, doesn't it?" Number 4 crossed her arms and smirked as if she was enjoying this. As a matter of fact, she was.
"So what are you going to wear?" she asked, a hint of interest in her voice.
"Um," Number 2 mumbled, "this!" She pointed to the outfit she was wearing which was her traditional purple shirt and light blue jeans with Nike sneakers. She tipped her glasses around and pointed to her braces.
"What was that for?"
"I'm getting them off!"
The tree house was silent. Number 2 was smiling big while the rest of the operatives had their jaws dropped on the floor. Some drool started coming out of Number 5's mouth. Number 3's was almost foaming.
"You didn't tell us that!" Number 1 shrieked. "That's so not fair! I need mine until the beginning of freshman year. I hate it because I can't chew gum."
"You sneak it all the time!" Number 5 snapped.
"No one else needs to know!"
"When? What time?" Number 4 asked to Number 2, eager for an answer.
Number 2 looked at her watch. "Uh today," she began, "in five minutes!"
Number 4 looked at Number 2 with wide eyes. She always knew that Number 2 was a forgetful girl that was a bit of an airhead, but this was going a little too far.
"We are so taking a flight machine," she announced, "and I know just the one!"
Computer Screen
Teens Next Door C.H.A.I.R.
Chair
Hovers
Ain't
It
Radical?
End Computer Screen
Number 2 and Number 4 hopped into the C.H.A.I.R. and strapped themselves in.
"Uh, I noticed that the 'R' in the C.H.A.I.R. has a weird meaning," Number 4 pointed out. "Whose idea was it to put 'radical' in the name?"
"Yours."
"Oh, yeah."
Number 4 pulled a lever and the piece of 2X4 Technology started to hover off the ground. It was a surprisingly fast vehicle that traveled at approximately ninety miles an hour.
"Who cares about the words that describe this thing?" Number 2 asked. "It rocks!"
"Hey!" Number 4 shouted. "That's a good one to replace 'radical' with!"
"It is!"
For another two minutes or so, the operatives were speeding down the road trying to make Number 2's orthodontist appointment. If Number 4 knew about it earlier, she wouldn't have been able to push this piece of 2X4 stuff at its maximum point. They were really going fast, and they were loving it.
"I think the only thing wrong with this one is that it gives your eyes a good drying," Number 2 called from the backseat. "I can only imagine how your eyes feel."
"Don't rub it in!" Number 4 snapped as they began to land in the orthodontist parking lot. Number 4 rubbed her eyes (haha, bad joke) and walked inside the office followed by Number 2.
After about an hour or so of reading old magazines, Number 4 became bored, sitting there in the waiting room. She tried to amuse herself with the TV, but nothing but the mid-day news is on. Trust me, the news was not very exciting. When that failed, Number 4 stretched out her long, orange- sleeved colored arms and drifted off to sleep.
When she slept, she dreamed.
Number 4 stood out in the middle of nowhere trying to see through the thick fog and mist clouding what looked like nothingness. {This must be the world inside my head,} she thought, taking a step ahead. To her surprise, the piece she was standing on fell off into an infinite void! Now, she was freaked out.
Up ahead, there was a figure coming closer and closer to Number 4. When she could get a could look at the figure, she was shocked.
"You look like me!" she cried.
"I am you!" the figure said back. "I'm your past self. Now listen to me! Quit the Teens Next Door! Destroy it if you can."
"But I love being a TND operative,"
"It doesn't matter! Quit the organization."
Number 4 woke up with an extreme jolt to the touch of Number 2 shaking her back and forth. She violently shook her head and looked up at her friend. Number 2 was smiling, showing off her teeth.
"They're straight!" she shouted.
Later that night, Number 4 and Number 2 walked up to the candy store in order to meet Knightbrace. Number 2's brand new teeth gleamed in the streetlights and were almost like lights across the street. It actually reminded her of the time Numbah 1 told them about their battle with Knightbrace. Number 2's teeth were similar to Numbah 3's of the time.
"You can stop showing off your teeth now," Number 4 muttered. "It's getting annoying. Besides, who's going to see us out here? It's almost eleven o'clock at night. Unless some neighbor's here to take his or her dog out, I don't think anyone's looking."
"So?"
"So stop it!"
Suddenly, the lights to the candy store went on. Number 4 whirled around and saw Knightbrace watching them through the window. He motioned for the two of them to come inside. Number 2 looked at Number 4 nervously. Number 4 gave her fellow operative a stone cold stare and opened up the front door. She walked in first followed by her friend. They met up with Knightbrace in front of him at the same time.
"Today's a trivia challenge. You will both be asked a series of questions," he explained. "I'll ask you both five questions. You must get three out of five right to win. Get three wrong, and I get Beatles."
"I'm convinced," Number 4 said flatly. "We're playing 'Survivor.'"
Knightbrace gave Number 4 a willful look and turned around. He started walking towards the back room. The operatives followed. Every time Number 4 and a friend would visit, he'd always take them even farther back of the candy store. It was as if he was planning something for the last day.
Suddenly, Knightbrace stopped and looked at the girls. Number 2 and Number 4 stood there silently waiting for him to speak.
"There first question:" he said. "Oh! Before we start, I should tell you one more thing. One of you can only answer. Both of you must answer at least once. If you get it wrong, you don't have a second chance."
"Just ask the darn question!!"
"Uh, right. Um, first, let's see..."
"He doesn't even have a question!" Number 2 exclaimed, pointing and jumping up and down. "Oh! The villains at the next meeting are going to love this! Just wait 'till I tell them!" She started dancing everywhere and flailing her arms. "Knightbrace is losing his touch! He doesn't have a challenge for us!"
"Shaddup!" Knightbrace commanded, trying to calm her down. "If anyone hears, I'll lose my dignity as a villain!"
"KNIGHTBRACE DOESN'T HAVE A CHALLENGE!!!" Number 2 screamed at the top of her lungs. All three of them heard charging coming towards the store. They looked to the window to see six figures.
"He's losing it!" Cree cried. "Ooooooo! Wait 'till Father and Mother hear this!" Cree ran off to tell her masters about it. The Delightfuls were still at the window.
"We're telling all the villains at next strategy meeting," they said. "Good luck winning back your dignity!" They ran off, too. "Cree! Wait for us!"
Number 2 and Number 4 burst out laughing hysterically as Knightbrace's face turned red.
"Okay, it's true," he confessed. "I don't have a challenge. You get off easy. But, Number 4, you can't bring Number 2 tomorrow. It must be someone else."
"This is a waste of time. I've got a bottle of hair color to attend to. My green's fading. See you tomorrow, you freak."
Number 2 and Number 4 left the store with smirks as Knightbrace trashed the place.
"Hope you have a janitor!"
He grabbed a bucket and a mop while muttering something about braces on babies.
~*End of Chapter Four*~