"A scout is trustworthy, loyal, helpful, courteous..."
The eagle scout interrupted Numbuh 2. "You forgot 'friendly'."
Numbuh 2 sighed, moaning, "I'll never get that right."
"Sure, you will," the eagle scout assured him.
At that moment, the three noticed that the scouts were grouping up. They went up with their patrols and held up the signs. A man, in a dark-green uniform, stepped up to speak. At this moment, everyone had their signs back down, and the man began, "Hello, everyone. For those who are new here, I'm Mr. Jones, the camp official. I'd like to announce that, since we have new scouts, I figured we could prepare for a campout at Camp Conestoga."
An excited murmur fell across the old Boy Scouts, but the new ones just looked a little curious.
"You may go back to your lessons," Mr. Jones announced.
Numbuhs 3, 4, and 5 were sitting around the tree house main room, when Numbuhs 1 and 2 enter.
"Well, look who's back," said Numbuh 5. "How was the meeting?"
Numbuh 1 shrugged, and muttered, "Ok, I guess."
"They said something about a campout at Camp Conestoga," Numbuh 2 said.
"I'll look it up," Numbuh 5 said quickly, beginning to type at the tree house computer. She read the results: "Camp Conestoga is a campsite, usually, used by Boy Scouts for the earning of merit badges on outdoor activities." She, then, stopped reading. "Numbuh 5 would say that's all we need to know."
"Well, that, actually, sound, kinda, fun," stated Numbuh 2.
"We'll just see what we think about it, on our next couple of meetings, when the others will be 'preparing' us for it.
The next week, Numbuhs 1 and 2 sat at another meeting, when Numbuh 2, quickly, sat up.
"I gotta go to the bathroom!" he cried.
"Down the hall to the right," a Boy Scout informed him.
Numbuh 2 raced off.
Upon returning, he walked past a door and stopped, hearing the familiar voice of the camp official, Mr. Jones.
Mr. Jones let out a low cackle. "Those foolish Boy Scouts," he said. "I have waited years for this moment. Little do those boys realize, that, as soon as everything is complete, at the campout, I will be able to, dare I say it, rule the childhood population!"
With a worried look on his face, Numbuh 2 ran back to the meeting, to report his finding to Numbuh 1.
Numbuhs 3, 4, and 5 ran into the main room of the tree house, after hearing the alarm, and seated themselves to watch Numbuh 1, at his podium.
"Good evening, friends," Numbuh 1 began.
"How was boy scouts?" Numbuh 3 interrupted.
"It was fine," Numbuh 1 murmured through clenched teeth. "Now please let me finish."
"Oh, sorry."
"Now, anyway, Numbuh 2 has come by a hideous plot concerning our troop. Numbuh 2?"
Numbuh 2 stood up and began to speak. "Well, I was coming back from the bathroom when I heard our camp official, Mr. Jones, saying something about foolish boy scouts, waiting years for something, and ruling the childhood population!"
A murmur flooded across the three other KND. This sounded serious.
With that, Numbuh 1 spoke up, again, saying, "I plan for Numbuh 2 and I to go on this little 'outing' and find out anything we can. You will have to remain in the main room, where you will receive reports, every once and a while. If something happens that will require you to help us, by all means, do so."
Numbuh 5 gave him a thumbs- up. "You got it, Numbuh 1," she said.
Numbuhs 3 and 4 murmured in agreement.
Numbuh 1 smiled and replied, "Very well, then. Kids Next Door, dismissed."