DanMat6288: Hello, and welcome back to Operation: B. O. Y. - S. C. O. U. T. S. (Boy Operatives Yanked Scouting; Crazy Official Uses Troop Seriously)!

Numbuh 1: It's about time you continued this fic!

DanMat6388: Hey! I have a very busy computer schedule!

Numbuh 2: DanMat6388?

DanMat6288: Oops. Typo.

Numbuh 1: Are you going to continue, or not? It seems like months since the last chapter!

DanMat6288: You're really eager to crack down on that guy, aren't you.

Numbuh 1: We have to stop him.

DanMat6288: Fine. I do not own anything in my fics, besides Audrey Sternwell, and she isn't even in this show! (She's in Time Squad)

It was dark, peaceful, and quiet throughout the troop campsite, that night. Suddenly, there was a scurrying sound outside. Numbuh 1 opened his eyes and saw a shadow form outside the tent, then, quickly vanish. He turned to his tent/teammate and shook him awake. "Numbuh 2... Numbuh 2..."

Numbuh 2 yawned, stretched, and asked, "Is it morning already? What's for breakfast?"

"We're on a mission. Remember?"

At this point, the 'Doofus' was fully at his senses. "Oh."

Apart from the moonlight, it was pretty dark outside. A dark figure darted along the trees, at the edge of the forest, near the camp. Numbuhs 1 and 2 (still clad in their pajamas, but it's not like we haven't seen those before) sneaked along behind, careful that he didn't see them. No doubt, this was Mr. Jones.

What is Mr. Jones up to? Numbuh 1 wondered. What sort of hideous plot does he have to rule the kid population?

There was only one way to figure that out. And, that was exactly what they were doing: following him.

Mr. Jones (unwittingly, of course) led the two to a small clearing, a yard or so from the campsite. Inside it, were many objects the two operatives remembered, constructed together in some odd tower.

"Numbuh 1," whispered Numbuh 2, "aren't those the camp projects?"

His friend nodded. "The radio design project and the display stand design projects. What would he be doing with those?" His eyes grew wide. "Of course!"

Numbuh 1's suspicions were confirmed, when Mr. Jones, convinced he was alone, blabbed out his plan, with a cackle. "Heh, heh, heh, heh, heh... combining the radios those stupid Boy Scouts made, and putting my creation as high as possible, with the wooden stands, I now have a method of sending out a hypnotizing wavelength to every kid in the state! And, with their work, making an even bigger, stronger radio creation, I'll be able to send my wavelength to every kid in IN THE WORLD!!!"

"Man," Numbuh 2 muttered. "This guy is nuts."

"They usually are," Numbuh 1 reminded him.

Mr. Jones connected a small computer console to the radio creation, then slipped a CD-ROM into it. Silence.

"'4 percent'..." he read aloud on the screen. A few more moments of silence. Apparently, nothing was happening. "COME ON! LOAD, ALREADY!"

Numbuhs 1 and 2 snuck around to a hiding place closer to the tower. Numbuh 1 turned to his friend and said, with a whisper, "Numbuh 2, we have to disconnect that kid-mind control device. The fate of every kid in the world depends on it."

Numbuh 2 nodded. The two leaned over and started searching for wires. When they'd find one, they'd disconnect it.

Unfortunately, they got caught. "Ah-ha!" Mr. Jones cried. The two boys gasped.

In moments, the evil grownup had the two Kids Next Door tied up.

"Heh, heh. It pays to know your knots," he chuckled.

"Enough funny business," Numbuh 1 snapped. "We know all about your plans to use a hypnotism program and all the Boy Scout projects to brainwash all the kids of the world, taking them over!"

"Clever little scout," he said. "But, since you're all tied up, at the moment, there's no way you can stop me!

Mr. Jones cackled evilly.

Don't you just love cliffhangers?

Numbuh 1: [rolls eyes] Um... NO!

Rufus: [shakes his head in agreement with Nu. 1] Review.

Listen to the naked mole-rap!