TS: *smiles*
#1: Don't start
TS: *pouts*
Author's Note: I note some people have been baying for a 1/5 fic. Well, this is my first fic and I've been writing it for a while. It will stay 1/666. I'll write you a separate 1/5 fic, I promise.
About this chapter: Bit of trivia for you. The house that the treehouse grows out of is actually the Uno household. Bet Nigel's mom was ecstatic when that tree grew out of her floor, huh? Oh, and this is an awkward "between" chapter. The next chapter will be longer, I promise.
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The doorbell of the Uno household rang. Even the occupants of the treehouse, who were about 40 storeys higher, heard its peal. Numbuh One hauled himself out of the couch to go and answer it, but was overtaken by an enthusiastic Numbuh Three.
"My turn!" She yelled happily, streaking down the stairs leaving a disgruntled Numbuh One in her wake.
"But it's my damn house down there, I should be answering the door!" He complained, much to the amusement of Numbuh Two, who was sitting nearby.
"You just try and stop her." He commented with a mischievous smirk. Numbuh One tried a death-stare to try and force him into submission, but only caused his friend to smirk wider.
Numbuh Three walked back into the room, beaming.
"Gee, that was quick." Numbuh Two commented as he and his leader glanced at the Japanese girl. "Who was at the door?"
"Oh, they're just coming up." Numbuh Three indicated the staircase. There were already muffled noises of complaint issuing from the direction.
"Stupid idiot girl. Can't she walk maybe a fraction slower?"
"Oh, shut up, Numbuh Six. Your problem is that you ate too many of those cakes Quicksilver nicked the other day!"
"Whatever, I saw you eat at least six of them! How many were there again? Oh, I remember... six. If anyone's fat round here, Numbuh Ten, it's you."
"Oh, put a sock in it, both of you. As far as I'm concerned, you're both fat!"
"Look who's talking, Miss Dunkin' Donut 2001!"
"Be quiet, for god's sake! I've got a call coming in!"
"Well, sorry. Having a bad day, are we?"
"Not half as bad as yours will be if you don't shut up."
Numbuh Three giggled into her sleeves. Numbuh One cocked an eyebrow at Numbuh Two, who shrugged back. A heavy air of expectation hung over the two boys as their guests rounded the final corner of the stairs.
"Hi, guys." Triple Six said. "Sorry I wasn't around at brekky, business called. Um... I hope you don't mind I brought some lodgers? Numbuhs Six, Eight and Ten."
Numbuh One nodded curtly and shook hands with the three new operatives.
"Numbuh Eight of the Ground Patrol, correct? It is a pleasure to meet you," he said, his face blank "And Numbuhs Six and Ten. I hope we can throw some light into your case."
"There is no need to bother yourself with that, Numbuh One," Numbuh Six said, breaking away from the Brit's vicelike grip and rubbing his hand. "We already have Triple Six on the case, and we're sure she will prove more than capable."
Both Numbuh One and Triple Six blushed.
"It may be wise, Numbuh Six, to have a backup team in case the infiltration does not go ahead as planned." Numbuh Ten said in his flat, emotionless voice. Numbuh Two looked at him quizzically.
"Infiltration?" He asked.
"The Delightful's Mansion." Triple Six explained. "I'll be setting off early tomorrow to infiltrate and look for any possible clues to the whereabouts of the missing kids."
"So you think the Delightful Children are involved?" Numbuh One asked. Numbuh Eight nodded.
"We can see no alternative – damn, damn, damn... excuse me a moment..." She broke off as a voice came through her headset. "Ground Patrol receiving, awaiting statement..."
"Well, we just finished lunch..." Numbuh Two began. "wanna come eat?" He pointed towards the kitchen where Numbuhs Four and Five were already helping themselves to the home cooked food.
Numbuh Six ran towards the kitchen so fast that poor Numbuh Two was almost knocked over. Numbuh Three giggled and followed at a similar speed. Numbuh Ten prowled after them.
Both remaining boys turned to Numbuh Eight. The Ground Patrol operative finished her transmission and lifted the mouthpiece of her headset a fraction, giving them a rare smile. She too made her way to the kitchen, walking in a slow, dignified manner. Numbuh Two followed her, not wanting to miss the food.
Numbuh One and Triple Six were left standing alone. There was a long awkward silence, with both sides looking firmly at the floor. Numbuh One opened his mouth to speak to the Irish girl, but just as he plucked up the courage she brushed past him, hurrying to the kitchen for the company of the others.
Numbuh One was left staring at the empty space in front of him for a while as he metaphorically collected the pieces of his shattered ego. He snapped suddenly out of his reverie of thoughts before making his way to his own quarters, already preparing for the daring mission to be undertaken on the morrow.
After all, it was not every day someone infiltrated the enemy headquarters, and they had to be properly prepared.
#1: Don't start
TS: *pouts*
Author's Note: I note some people have been baying for a 1/5 fic. Well, this is my first fic and I've been writing it for a while. It will stay 1/666. I'll write you a separate 1/5 fic, I promise.
About this chapter: Bit of trivia for you. The house that the treehouse grows out of is actually the Uno household. Bet Nigel's mom was ecstatic when that tree grew out of her floor, huh? Oh, and this is an awkward "between" chapter. The next chapter will be longer, I promise.
~
The doorbell of the Uno household rang. Even the occupants of the treehouse, who were about 40 storeys higher, heard its peal. Numbuh One hauled himself out of the couch to go and answer it, but was overtaken by an enthusiastic Numbuh Three.
"My turn!" She yelled happily, streaking down the stairs leaving a disgruntled Numbuh One in her wake.
"But it's my damn house down there, I should be answering the door!" He complained, much to the amusement of Numbuh Two, who was sitting nearby.
"You just try and stop her." He commented with a mischievous smirk. Numbuh One tried a death-stare to try and force him into submission, but only caused his friend to smirk wider.
Numbuh Three walked back into the room, beaming.
"Gee, that was quick." Numbuh Two commented as he and his leader glanced at the Japanese girl. "Who was at the door?"
"Oh, they're just coming up." Numbuh Three indicated the staircase. There were already muffled noises of complaint issuing from the direction.
"Stupid idiot girl. Can't she walk maybe a fraction slower?"
"Oh, shut up, Numbuh Six. Your problem is that you ate too many of those cakes Quicksilver nicked the other day!"
"Whatever, I saw you eat at least six of them! How many were there again? Oh, I remember... six. If anyone's fat round here, Numbuh Ten, it's you."
"Oh, put a sock in it, both of you. As far as I'm concerned, you're both fat!"
"Look who's talking, Miss Dunkin' Donut 2001!"
"Be quiet, for god's sake! I've got a call coming in!"
"Well, sorry. Having a bad day, are we?"
"Not half as bad as yours will be if you don't shut up."
Numbuh Three giggled into her sleeves. Numbuh One cocked an eyebrow at Numbuh Two, who shrugged back. A heavy air of expectation hung over the two boys as their guests rounded the final corner of the stairs.
"Hi, guys." Triple Six said. "Sorry I wasn't around at brekky, business called. Um... I hope you don't mind I brought some lodgers? Numbuhs Six, Eight and Ten."
Numbuh One nodded curtly and shook hands with the three new operatives.
"Numbuh Eight of the Ground Patrol, correct? It is a pleasure to meet you," he said, his face blank "And Numbuhs Six and Ten. I hope we can throw some light into your case."
"There is no need to bother yourself with that, Numbuh One," Numbuh Six said, breaking away from the Brit's vicelike grip and rubbing his hand. "We already have Triple Six on the case, and we're sure she will prove more than capable."
Both Numbuh One and Triple Six blushed.
"It may be wise, Numbuh Six, to have a backup team in case the infiltration does not go ahead as planned." Numbuh Ten said in his flat, emotionless voice. Numbuh Two looked at him quizzically.
"Infiltration?" He asked.
"The Delightful's Mansion." Triple Six explained. "I'll be setting off early tomorrow to infiltrate and look for any possible clues to the whereabouts of the missing kids."
"So you think the Delightful Children are involved?" Numbuh One asked. Numbuh Eight nodded.
"We can see no alternative – damn, damn, damn... excuse me a moment..." She broke off as a voice came through her headset. "Ground Patrol receiving, awaiting statement..."
"Well, we just finished lunch..." Numbuh Two began. "wanna come eat?" He pointed towards the kitchen where Numbuhs Four and Five were already helping themselves to the home cooked food.
Numbuh Six ran towards the kitchen so fast that poor Numbuh Two was almost knocked over. Numbuh Three giggled and followed at a similar speed. Numbuh Ten prowled after them.
Both remaining boys turned to Numbuh Eight. The Ground Patrol operative finished her transmission and lifted the mouthpiece of her headset a fraction, giving them a rare smile. She too made her way to the kitchen, walking in a slow, dignified manner. Numbuh Two followed her, not wanting to miss the food.
Numbuh One and Triple Six were left standing alone. There was a long awkward silence, with both sides looking firmly at the floor. Numbuh One opened his mouth to speak to the Irish girl, but just as he plucked up the courage she brushed past him, hurrying to the kitchen for the company of the others.
Numbuh One was left staring at the empty space in front of him for a while as he metaphorically collected the pieces of his shattered ego. He snapped suddenly out of his reverie of thoughts before making his way to his own quarters, already preparing for the daring mission to be undertaken on the morrow.
After all, it was not every day someone infiltrated the enemy headquarters, and they had to be properly prepared.