Chapter Three

Numbuhs Two, Three, Four, and Five sat in the command centre, waiting for Numbuh One to appear to detail their next mission.

He finally arrived, stepping out of the lift, looking distinctly worried.

"Today, team, I have received some most disturbing news.

My parents are going out tonight, and leaving me with a baby-sitter."

"That's funny," commented Number Five, "Numbuh Five thought your normal baby-sitter was on vacation." "I thought so too, Numbuh Five, but my mum found a replacement.

One who I know nothing about, apart from the fact that he used to baby-sit me when I was younger," said Number One.

"Yay! Baby-Sitter!" said Numbuh Three. "Numbuh Three, this is serious," scolded Numbuh One.

"An unknown baby-sitter is going to be in my house, and he could be a enemy operative."

"Oh, but my baby-sitter is fun! She brings rainbow monkey videos, and she orders pizza for me and Mushi," Numbuh Three squealed.

"Huh. I hate cruddy baby-sitters; they think they can boss me around with their 'bed time rule,' and if your baby-sitter tells me what to do, I give him a one four he'll never forget," scowled Numbuh Four.

"How bad could this baby-sitter be?" asked Numbuh Two. "It's probably a teenager looking for some extra cash or something."

"That's the problem. I can't stand by and let some teenager come in and boss us about," explained Numbuh One.

"What do you mean by 'us,' Numbuh One?" asked Numbuh Five.

"Well, you guys are staying over tonight, aren't you?" said Numbuh One. "Sorry Number One, I'm supposed to be round my house because it's family fun night," said Numbuh Four.

"Same here, Number One; Numbuh Five has to make sure my dad does not over do it with the jokes, because Aunt Mary coming over, so sorry, can't stay," said Numbuh Five.

"What about you two?" asked Numbuh One, looked at Numbuh Two and Numbuh Three. "We're sorry, Number One, but our parents are taking us on some stupid company soccer game.

" Said Numbuh Two "So this means I'll be on my own," Numbuh One summarized.

"Don't worry Numbuh One, it might not be that bad. And if it gets bad and he is an enemy operative, you'll be a match for him," said Number Two, trying to act supportive.

"Nigel, your baby-sitter is going to be here soon, so come down, please," shouted Nigel's mum. "Looks like I'm going to have to meet him," said Numbuh one sadly as he left the room.

Nigel entered the living room to find his parents sitting together, Nigel's dad was wearing his best suit and reading the newspaper.

Mr. Uno laid the newspaper down. "Son, your mother and I have not gone dancing for years," he explained. "I got tickets for police ball, so hopefully it won't be that bad."

"So what's up, son? It's not about your baby-sitter, is it? It's just that we don't want to leave you on your own – you're not ready to be left on your own.

Like the last time we left you with your little friend and found that big mess in the garden."

"That was the Delightful Children from Down the Lane's fault," muttered Numbuh One. There was a knocking at the door.

"That must be your baby-sitter," said Nigel's dad, looking towards the door. "I think you should let him in." "Okay, dad," Nigel answered resignedly, walking over to pen the door.

He found, sure enough, a teenage boy standing behind it. "You must be Nigel Uno," said the boy, walking in. "I heard so much about you."