Disclaimer: See the prologue.
Okay, now I am going to start writing the real story. Please keep your arms and legs within the 2X4 Technology ship at all times and be sure to fasten your seat belts. Now hang on for the great Teens Next Door Saga finale!
Chapter 1
A fourteen-year-old Number 1 of the Teens Next Door sat at her desk at the end of the last period of the school year. The day was June 15, 2004, and after 2:30, the middle school would be free for summer. Number 1 clacked her pen against the desk as she watched the minute hand slowly move to 2:27. There were three minutes left in the year; those three measly minutes felt like three different lifetimes to the rest of the class. The teacher remained at the chalkboard babbling about what the class should do over summer vacation. She mentioned summer reading, math review, and science experiments, everything nobody wanted to do during free time. Number 2 sat behind Number 1 fanning herself from the hot weather. She watched her leader sit up straight in her usual outfit.
"Number 1," she whispered, "you're making me die over here. Why are you wearing your normal outfit in the middle of summer? Do you have any idea how hot it is right now?" Number 2 pushed some of her long, brown hair behind her and let out a scorching sigh.
"I don't know the temperature," Number 1 replied. "Everything feels normal to me. Why did the weather man say something this morning?"
"Why don't you take a hint for once?" Number 4 snapped. "Just look around you. Everyone is wearing summer clothes. You, on the other hand, are still in your winter outfit!"
Number 1 looked at her fellow operatives. She had not noticed what they were wearing that day until the moment they spoke up. Number 2 was wearing a dark purple halter-top with light blue shorts and lightweight white sneakers. Number 4 was in an orange t-shirt with black shorts and boots. She had fishnets running up and down her arms and legs, crawling all over the rest of her body. By now, the green had washed out of her hair; it was replaces with dark red highlights all over her head. A black beanie was atop her scalp to stop any excess green from showing. Number 1 wrinkled her nose and jerked her head back to the clock, pretending she did not care about what they were saying.
The clock ticked to 2:29. One minute would make the entire difference for all the eighth grade students at the town middle school. They would become ninth graders, high school freshmen. The excitement was almost too much for anyone to bear. The teacher noticed some kids were bouncing up and down in their seats.
"So, remember that you each must read at least two books this summer," she nagged. "Your high school English teachers will expect two different reports: one written, and one multimedia. You will receive the options for the multimedia project in the mail hopefully by next week." She let out a sigh of relief as she watched the second hand of the clock move towards the twelve. She smiled big and shouted, "Have a good summer!"
The clock ticked to 2:30. The bell rang. The school year was over! Kids from every classroom charged towards the doors in an excited fury of sweet screams. They resembled wildebeest in an angry stampede running towards an enemy. Number 1 was amused by all the charging and decided to kick back watch it for another minute. She gathered her books and walked out the door, the last one to leave the school grounds. The principal came up behind her just when she was exiting the building and placed his hand on her shoulder.
"So, are we getting another child from the Un Family next year?" he asked.
"My brother Kenny will be coming into sixth grade," Number 1 replied. "He's coming over from the elementary school down the street. That's the last one though. After him, it's over for my family."
"How sad," the principal sighed. "You were a very good student this year. Oh well. I'm sure your brother will be another excellent one. By the way, is he the boy with the pet chimpanzee?"
"That's Kenny."
"He should add something interesting to next year then."
"I already told him that he can't bring his pet along. That would be chaos!"
The principal laughed and let go of her. "I suppose," he chuckled. "Have a great summer, Megan."
"You, too, Sir,"
Number 1 walked out of the building very maturely and stood out on the front yard of the school. She frowned when she realized how hot it was. She pulled the collar of her sweater and let some heat escape from her body. She let out a short sigh and walked over to the bus stop to wait for her transportation home. She glanced at all the kids celebrating by going over to fast food joints and hot dog stands in town. She saw Numbers 2 through 5 sitting on the benches next picnic tables across the street.
"I'll join them later," she told to no one. "First, I'd like to go home and change out of this. Maybe I shouldn't have put tights on with combat boots. The usual sweater with the black skirt and sneakers would have done it. I just don't want to end up looking like a slut in public."
Number 1 picked at some loose hem from the stockings and rubbed her legs together. What she didn't know was that she was unintentionally attracting the attention of someone. That someone turned out to be older then she was, too.
"Hey," the high school boy said to his best friend, "who's that girl standing next to the bus stop? I don't think I've seen her before."
"You might have heard of her though," his friend replied. "That's Megan Un. She was famous in the middle school for having somewhat of a criminal record."
"Why do people think that?" the boy questioned, curious. "Did she go to juvenile hall or something? Was she ever arrested?"
"No, she was really close once though. I heard somewhere that she threatened to hang a ten-year-old once. She's also gotten into more fights than anyone else I've ever known. You really don't want to mess with her. She looks really boney and frail, but she's the toughest girl around. I also heard that she can flip an adult twice her size over her shoulder!"
"Now that's impressive."
"What do you mean? She's a living danger to everyone. You're not thinking of talking to her, are you, Jason?"
Jason nodded. "Of course I'm going to talk to her!" he countered. "She doesn't look all that bad. To be honest, she's pretty cute."
"I'll bet you anything she'll hurt you if you say that to her face," his friend snickered, crossing his arms. Jason looked at him stubbornly and walked towards the sidewalk to speak to this "living danger."
Number 1 rocked her head back and forth, starting to feel impatient from the amount of time it was taking for the bus to come and pick her up. Jason took a deep breath and tried to start a conversation.
"Hey there," he greeted. Number 1 turned and saw the face of the high school student. "I don't think we've met before. Were you new to the middle school?"
"Not really," Number 1 replied. "I just don't hang out a lot. I'm a bit of a loner sometimes. I don't like to hang out with anyone other than my best friends."
"Well, why don't we be friends?" Jason offered. "By the way, that outfit looks amazing on you. It really looks excellent."
Number 1 blushed slightly and smiled sweetly. "Thank you very much," she said. "My name's Megan. What's yours?"
Before Jason could answer, Number 1 felt tugs on her arms. She jerked her head out in front of her to see Number 3 and Number 5 pulling her away from Jason. They dragged her over to the picnic table and set her down on the bench.
"What the hell was that for??" she exploded. "That boy was just about to tell me his name!"
"He's some high school punk," Number 3 said matter-of-factly.
"Exactly!" Number 5 agreed. "How do you know he's not some kind of evil pervert out to get girls like you?"
"What's THAT suppose to mean?" Number 1 hinted.
"It means we don't want your ex-boyfriend issue to start all over again," Number 4 announced, standing up. "Now let's get back to the tree house. We need to do something about your outfit."
"I already decided that I was going to change out of the tights."
"Oh no, we're changing the whole thing."
Number 1's team exchanged mischievous glances to one another and started running down the street to the base. Number 1 looked back at the bus stop, but her boy was gone. She frowned. She had seen that same boy outside the high school when she was taking mid-terms back in March. She had desperately wanted to know who he was.
A little elementary school kid came up next to Number 1 and watched as the TND skipped down the street, anxious to start their summer vacation. Everyone was beaming. "Those guys are nuts," he told her.
"Yes, but they're my nuts."
A really long, really awkward moment of silence came up between the two. Number 1's eyes grew wide at what she had said. The boy looked up at her innocently. Number 1 started walking home.
"Sorry you had to hear that."
Back at the Teens Next Door Tree House Base, Number 2 and Number 4 were rummaging through Number 1's closet to find something for her to wear in the hot weather. Number 1 sat on her bed and crossed her arms. She cocked an annoyed eyebrow at the girls and tapped her foot on the floor.
"Oh, my God, do you have anything that's not long-sleeved?" Number 2 asked, taking a black shirt from the back. "And it's all black! Either that or it's that dark red."
"Oh!" Number 4 gasped. "I think I see some dark purple in there!"
"This is hopeless!!" Number 2 shouted, throwing the shirt on the floor. "We are never going to find a summer outfit for Number 1. The mall closes early today, too."
"Hold on." Number 4 picked up the shirt and studied it. She walked over to Number 1's nightstand and opened up the top drawer. There, she found a needle, a crinkled up piece of paper, a dried out pen, a spool of black thread, elastic, old candy, and a grape juice stain on the bottom. "What was grape juice doing in your nightstand?"
"Shut up!" Number 1 ordered. "That was back when I was baby-sitting my cousin. She put the cup in there as a prank. I found it two weeks later."
"Okay, I'm satisfied," Number 4 continued. "Do you have a pair of scissors? Oh, they're in the back. Alright! I've got an idea!"
"What are you doing to my shirt??"
"Something you'll thank us for!!"
Downstairs, the KND had come for a party celebrating the last day of school and the start of summer. They all sat together in the hang out room and waited for the three female operatives to come back from their little expedition. Numbuh 4 sighed and tossed a yo-yo around. He held his face in his hands and glanced at Numbuh 1.
"When are those cruddy girls getting back from playing dress-up?" he asked. "I came to have a party, not watch a fashion show."
"I know," Numbuh 1 sighed. "You know Number 1. She doesn't like to wear anything 'revealing'."
"It's just summer," Numbuh 5 snapped, very irritated. "Why doesn't the girl just chill for once? Numbuh 5's not complaining about the summer time vacation."
"I don't think she's complaining about vacation," Number 3 corrected. "I think she just hates summer. Now, winter vacation, she likes. Well, except this year's, that is. Number 2 hated that one especially."
"Duh," Numbuh 4 agreed. "It was only the sickest vacation of her life. I don't blame her for hating what the Common Cold did to her."
"Aw, that thing's dead," Numbuh 2 huffed. He fanned himself and looked up to the door leading to Number 1's room. He cocked his head and brought himself back to lying down on the couch.
Suddenly, the doors swung open. The two teams jerked their heads to see what Number 1 had changed into. It should be amusing. They saw Number 2 and Number 4 fight with her to show what happened.
"Just show everyone!" Number 2 ordered.
"You can't make me, dammit!!" Number 1 screamed. "And you can't do this to me either! I am commanding you to take me back to my room right now. Just let me put my sweater back on!"
"You're crazy!" Number 4 insisted. "Come on!" She gave her leader a powerful tug and sent her flying into the room. Everybody got up and stared at what she was wearing. Number 1 was in a strapless black top with her usual black skirt. Her feet had black sandals covering them. She picked up her head and watched as everyone stood in awe.
"HOLY CRAP!!!" Number 3 shouted. "Number 1's wearing something other than that red sweater! And she's hot!"
"TAKE THAT BACK!!!" Number 1 screamed, standing up and poising herself for battle.
"That was a compliment, you know," Number 5 pointed out. "And he's right!"
"I dare you to say that again..."
"And he's right!"
Number 1 stomped out of the room. Everyone but Numbuh 1 and Lizzie followed. They stayed in a chair side by side. Numbuh 1 sighed and rubbed his eyes underneath his sunglasses. Lizzie got up from her seat.
"Do you want something?" she asked. "I'm going to go to the kitchen to try and find a snack. Would you like something to drink, huh?"
"No thanks," Numbuh 1 replied, gently waving his hand. "I'm fine."
Lizzie walked out of the room and headed for the kitchen. She opened up the front door and walked inside. After inspecting a few cabinets, she came across the one with the cups. Smiling, she took one and filled it with water. When she turned to go back to the room, she got a big surprise. Standing in front of her was a small girl.
"Hello!" she greeted. "Are you a friend of Megan's? Or are you a cadet for the Kids Next Door?"
"I'm neither!" the girl replied. "I'm, well, I'm not from your time. I need your help! I need the help of the Kids Next Door. They're the only ones that cane help me. You and the rest of the team need to come with me!"
"Where are we going?" Lizzie asked, setting her cup of water on the counter. "Are you inviting us over for a play date?"
"No!!" the girl shouted. "I'm taking you to my house to help us save the world!" She crossed her arms and mumbled, "Hammie's mom sure is an idiot in the past."
"Who are you? What is your problem?"
"I'm Melanie Uno!" the girl snapped. "Do you have any clue where the rest of the team is?"
"Are you Nigel's cousin?"
"NO!!! Haven't you been paying attention? I'm from the future. I'm...uh...I'm Nigel Uno's future daughter."
"Then that means you're also my future girl!" Lizzie beamed. "Yay!!"
"Shut up!" Melanie ordered. "You're not my mom. You're Lizzie, right? Well, my mom's name is Abigail."
Back in the hang out room, Numbuh 1 was feeling a little depressed. He held onto his face and looked to the side. There, he saw a young boy.
"Hello," he greeted glumly. "Are you a cadet here for the party?"
"No," the boy replied. "I'm here for you and the rest of your team. You need to come with me. The future is in danger. How do I know? I'm from the future. I built a time machine."
"By yourself?" Numbuh 1 asked. "Wow, that's pretty good."
"Well, my dad helped me with some designs before he died."
"What's your name, Kid?"
"Hoagie P. Gilligan the Third, but my friends call me Hammie."
End of Chapter One
Okay, now I am going to start writing the real story. Please keep your arms and legs within the 2X4 Technology ship at all times and be sure to fasten your seat belts. Now hang on for the great Teens Next Door Saga finale!
Chapter 1
A fourteen-year-old Number 1 of the Teens Next Door sat at her desk at the end of the last period of the school year. The day was June 15, 2004, and after 2:30, the middle school would be free for summer. Number 1 clacked her pen against the desk as she watched the minute hand slowly move to 2:27. There were three minutes left in the year; those three measly minutes felt like three different lifetimes to the rest of the class. The teacher remained at the chalkboard babbling about what the class should do over summer vacation. She mentioned summer reading, math review, and science experiments, everything nobody wanted to do during free time. Number 2 sat behind Number 1 fanning herself from the hot weather. She watched her leader sit up straight in her usual outfit.
"Number 1," she whispered, "you're making me die over here. Why are you wearing your normal outfit in the middle of summer? Do you have any idea how hot it is right now?" Number 2 pushed some of her long, brown hair behind her and let out a scorching sigh.
"I don't know the temperature," Number 1 replied. "Everything feels normal to me. Why did the weather man say something this morning?"
"Why don't you take a hint for once?" Number 4 snapped. "Just look around you. Everyone is wearing summer clothes. You, on the other hand, are still in your winter outfit!"
Number 1 looked at her fellow operatives. She had not noticed what they were wearing that day until the moment they spoke up. Number 2 was wearing a dark purple halter-top with light blue shorts and lightweight white sneakers. Number 4 was in an orange t-shirt with black shorts and boots. She had fishnets running up and down her arms and legs, crawling all over the rest of her body. By now, the green had washed out of her hair; it was replaces with dark red highlights all over her head. A black beanie was atop her scalp to stop any excess green from showing. Number 1 wrinkled her nose and jerked her head back to the clock, pretending she did not care about what they were saying.
The clock ticked to 2:29. One minute would make the entire difference for all the eighth grade students at the town middle school. They would become ninth graders, high school freshmen. The excitement was almost too much for anyone to bear. The teacher noticed some kids were bouncing up and down in their seats.
"So, remember that you each must read at least two books this summer," she nagged. "Your high school English teachers will expect two different reports: one written, and one multimedia. You will receive the options for the multimedia project in the mail hopefully by next week." She let out a sigh of relief as she watched the second hand of the clock move towards the twelve. She smiled big and shouted, "Have a good summer!"
The clock ticked to 2:30. The bell rang. The school year was over! Kids from every classroom charged towards the doors in an excited fury of sweet screams. They resembled wildebeest in an angry stampede running towards an enemy. Number 1 was amused by all the charging and decided to kick back watch it for another minute. She gathered her books and walked out the door, the last one to leave the school grounds. The principal came up behind her just when she was exiting the building and placed his hand on her shoulder.
"So, are we getting another child from the Un Family next year?" he asked.
"My brother Kenny will be coming into sixth grade," Number 1 replied. "He's coming over from the elementary school down the street. That's the last one though. After him, it's over for my family."
"How sad," the principal sighed. "You were a very good student this year. Oh well. I'm sure your brother will be another excellent one. By the way, is he the boy with the pet chimpanzee?"
"That's Kenny."
"He should add something interesting to next year then."
"I already told him that he can't bring his pet along. That would be chaos!"
The principal laughed and let go of her. "I suppose," he chuckled. "Have a great summer, Megan."
"You, too, Sir,"
Number 1 walked out of the building very maturely and stood out on the front yard of the school. She frowned when she realized how hot it was. She pulled the collar of her sweater and let some heat escape from her body. She let out a short sigh and walked over to the bus stop to wait for her transportation home. She glanced at all the kids celebrating by going over to fast food joints and hot dog stands in town. She saw Numbers 2 through 5 sitting on the benches next picnic tables across the street.
"I'll join them later," she told to no one. "First, I'd like to go home and change out of this. Maybe I shouldn't have put tights on with combat boots. The usual sweater with the black skirt and sneakers would have done it. I just don't want to end up looking like a slut in public."
Number 1 picked at some loose hem from the stockings and rubbed her legs together. What she didn't know was that she was unintentionally attracting the attention of someone. That someone turned out to be older then she was, too.
"Hey," the high school boy said to his best friend, "who's that girl standing next to the bus stop? I don't think I've seen her before."
"You might have heard of her though," his friend replied. "That's Megan Un. She was famous in the middle school for having somewhat of a criminal record."
"Why do people think that?" the boy questioned, curious. "Did she go to juvenile hall or something? Was she ever arrested?"
"No, she was really close once though. I heard somewhere that she threatened to hang a ten-year-old once. She's also gotten into more fights than anyone else I've ever known. You really don't want to mess with her. She looks really boney and frail, but she's the toughest girl around. I also heard that she can flip an adult twice her size over her shoulder!"
"Now that's impressive."
"What do you mean? She's a living danger to everyone. You're not thinking of talking to her, are you, Jason?"
Jason nodded. "Of course I'm going to talk to her!" he countered. "She doesn't look all that bad. To be honest, she's pretty cute."
"I'll bet you anything she'll hurt you if you say that to her face," his friend snickered, crossing his arms. Jason looked at him stubbornly and walked towards the sidewalk to speak to this "living danger."
Number 1 rocked her head back and forth, starting to feel impatient from the amount of time it was taking for the bus to come and pick her up. Jason took a deep breath and tried to start a conversation.
"Hey there," he greeted. Number 1 turned and saw the face of the high school student. "I don't think we've met before. Were you new to the middle school?"
"Not really," Number 1 replied. "I just don't hang out a lot. I'm a bit of a loner sometimes. I don't like to hang out with anyone other than my best friends."
"Well, why don't we be friends?" Jason offered. "By the way, that outfit looks amazing on you. It really looks excellent."
Number 1 blushed slightly and smiled sweetly. "Thank you very much," she said. "My name's Megan. What's yours?"
Before Jason could answer, Number 1 felt tugs on her arms. She jerked her head out in front of her to see Number 3 and Number 5 pulling her away from Jason. They dragged her over to the picnic table and set her down on the bench.
"What the hell was that for??" she exploded. "That boy was just about to tell me his name!"
"He's some high school punk," Number 3 said matter-of-factly.
"Exactly!" Number 5 agreed. "How do you know he's not some kind of evil pervert out to get girls like you?"
"What's THAT suppose to mean?" Number 1 hinted.
"It means we don't want your ex-boyfriend issue to start all over again," Number 4 announced, standing up. "Now let's get back to the tree house. We need to do something about your outfit."
"I already decided that I was going to change out of the tights."
"Oh no, we're changing the whole thing."
Number 1's team exchanged mischievous glances to one another and started running down the street to the base. Number 1 looked back at the bus stop, but her boy was gone. She frowned. She had seen that same boy outside the high school when she was taking mid-terms back in March. She had desperately wanted to know who he was.
A little elementary school kid came up next to Number 1 and watched as the TND skipped down the street, anxious to start their summer vacation. Everyone was beaming. "Those guys are nuts," he told her.
"Yes, but they're my nuts."
A really long, really awkward moment of silence came up between the two. Number 1's eyes grew wide at what she had said. The boy looked up at her innocently. Number 1 started walking home.
"Sorry you had to hear that."
Back at the Teens Next Door Tree House Base, Number 2 and Number 4 were rummaging through Number 1's closet to find something for her to wear in the hot weather. Number 1 sat on her bed and crossed her arms. She cocked an annoyed eyebrow at the girls and tapped her foot on the floor.
"Oh, my God, do you have anything that's not long-sleeved?" Number 2 asked, taking a black shirt from the back. "And it's all black! Either that or it's that dark red."
"Oh!" Number 4 gasped. "I think I see some dark purple in there!"
"This is hopeless!!" Number 2 shouted, throwing the shirt on the floor. "We are never going to find a summer outfit for Number 1. The mall closes early today, too."
"Hold on." Number 4 picked up the shirt and studied it. She walked over to Number 1's nightstand and opened up the top drawer. There, she found a needle, a crinkled up piece of paper, a dried out pen, a spool of black thread, elastic, old candy, and a grape juice stain on the bottom. "What was grape juice doing in your nightstand?"
"Shut up!" Number 1 ordered. "That was back when I was baby-sitting my cousin. She put the cup in there as a prank. I found it two weeks later."
"Okay, I'm satisfied," Number 4 continued. "Do you have a pair of scissors? Oh, they're in the back. Alright! I've got an idea!"
"What are you doing to my shirt??"
"Something you'll thank us for!!"
Downstairs, the KND had come for a party celebrating the last day of school and the start of summer. They all sat together in the hang out room and waited for the three female operatives to come back from their little expedition. Numbuh 4 sighed and tossed a yo-yo around. He held his face in his hands and glanced at Numbuh 1.
"When are those cruddy girls getting back from playing dress-up?" he asked. "I came to have a party, not watch a fashion show."
"I know," Numbuh 1 sighed. "You know Number 1. She doesn't like to wear anything 'revealing'."
"It's just summer," Numbuh 5 snapped, very irritated. "Why doesn't the girl just chill for once? Numbuh 5's not complaining about the summer time vacation."
"I don't think she's complaining about vacation," Number 3 corrected. "I think she just hates summer. Now, winter vacation, she likes. Well, except this year's, that is. Number 2 hated that one especially."
"Duh," Numbuh 4 agreed. "It was only the sickest vacation of her life. I don't blame her for hating what the Common Cold did to her."
"Aw, that thing's dead," Numbuh 2 huffed. He fanned himself and looked up to the door leading to Number 1's room. He cocked his head and brought himself back to lying down on the couch.
Suddenly, the doors swung open. The two teams jerked their heads to see what Number 1 had changed into. It should be amusing. They saw Number 2 and Number 4 fight with her to show what happened.
"Just show everyone!" Number 2 ordered.
"You can't make me, dammit!!" Number 1 screamed. "And you can't do this to me either! I am commanding you to take me back to my room right now. Just let me put my sweater back on!"
"You're crazy!" Number 4 insisted. "Come on!" She gave her leader a powerful tug and sent her flying into the room. Everybody got up and stared at what she was wearing. Number 1 was in a strapless black top with her usual black skirt. Her feet had black sandals covering them. She picked up her head and watched as everyone stood in awe.
"HOLY CRAP!!!" Number 3 shouted. "Number 1's wearing something other than that red sweater! And she's hot!"
"TAKE THAT BACK!!!" Number 1 screamed, standing up and poising herself for battle.
"That was a compliment, you know," Number 5 pointed out. "And he's right!"
"I dare you to say that again..."
"And he's right!"
Number 1 stomped out of the room. Everyone but Numbuh 1 and Lizzie followed. They stayed in a chair side by side. Numbuh 1 sighed and rubbed his eyes underneath his sunglasses. Lizzie got up from her seat.
"Do you want something?" she asked. "I'm going to go to the kitchen to try and find a snack. Would you like something to drink, huh?"
"No thanks," Numbuh 1 replied, gently waving his hand. "I'm fine."
Lizzie walked out of the room and headed for the kitchen. She opened up the front door and walked inside. After inspecting a few cabinets, she came across the one with the cups. Smiling, she took one and filled it with water. When she turned to go back to the room, she got a big surprise. Standing in front of her was a small girl.
"Hello!" she greeted. "Are you a friend of Megan's? Or are you a cadet for the Kids Next Door?"
"I'm neither!" the girl replied. "I'm, well, I'm not from your time. I need your help! I need the help of the Kids Next Door. They're the only ones that cane help me. You and the rest of the team need to come with me!"
"Where are we going?" Lizzie asked, setting her cup of water on the counter. "Are you inviting us over for a play date?"
"No!!" the girl shouted. "I'm taking you to my house to help us save the world!" She crossed her arms and mumbled, "Hammie's mom sure is an idiot in the past."
"Who are you? What is your problem?"
"I'm Melanie Uno!" the girl snapped. "Do you have any clue where the rest of the team is?"
"Are you Nigel's cousin?"
"NO!!! Haven't you been paying attention? I'm from the future. I'm...uh...I'm Nigel Uno's future daughter."
"Then that means you're also my future girl!" Lizzie beamed. "Yay!!"
"Shut up!" Melanie ordered. "You're not my mom. You're Lizzie, right? Well, my mom's name is Abigail."
Back in the hang out room, Numbuh 1 was feeling a little depressed. He held onto his face and looked to the side. There, he saw a young boy.
"Hello," he greeted glumly. "Are you a cadet here for the party?"
"No," the boy replied. "I'm here for you and the rest of your team. You need to come with me. The future is in danger. How do I know? I'm from the future. I built a time machine."
"By yourself?" Numbuh 1 asked. "Wow, that's pretty good."
"Well, my dad helped me with some designs before he died."
"What's your name, Kid?"
"Hoagie P. Gilligan the Third, but my friends call me Hammie."
End of Chapter One