Chapter Four

"Oh," said the boy, "my is name's Edward Venn. I'll be your
baby-sitter for
tonight, until your parent come back from their night out."

"Is that you, Edward?" called Mrs. Uno, coming down the stairs in her
ball
gown.

"Honey, Edward is here," she called to her husband.
"Mrs. Uno, you do look fetching tonight," Edward complemented silkily.

"Yes mum, you look very nice," added Number One, not to be outdone by
a
baby-sitter. "Oh, thank you Edward, you were always good with words," laughed Mrs.
Uno. "and you too, son, it's nice of you to notice.
"Honey, we're going to be late! Read your newspaper later, it will
there
when we get back," she called into the living room.
"Okay I'm, here – oh, hello Edward, haven't seen you around for a
while. How you been?" greeted Mr. Uno.
"Well, I've been at boarding school in the UK," replied Edward. "I'm
fine,
thanks, Mr. Uno. I've been away for a while." He shot Nigel a standard
baby-sitter's
I'm-going-to-enjoy-giving-you-a-hard-time-tonight-you-little-brat look. "Well, we better be going," said Mrs. Uno, walking out the door,
headed for
the car, husband in tow. "Come on dear, let's be off to the ball." Numbuh One watched his parent drive off and turned to Edward, who was
looking at him. "Any of your friends still here?" asked Edward.
"No, none of my friends are here, but I'm keeping close eye on you,
Edward," Nigel snarled. "Nigel, don't be like that. We're going to try and have some fun
tonight. If you want, I could invite my siblings round here. You might know
them." "And who are they?" asked Number One.
"Oh, you know, the Delightful Children from Down the Lane"
"You're kidding," Number One sputtered disbelievingly.
"No, I'm not. I'm their older brother actually. I returned just last
night,
and they didn't believe me either, until I showed them the pictures of
them
and I when we were little." "So you're here to destroy the Kids Next Door, are you?" asked Number
One. "I'm just here to watch you, Number One," said Edward. "Though it been
years since I did any fieldwork." Number One and Venn moved into the
living
room. "So where have you been? Up to no good, I bet. Probably training
somewhere
in one of your father's bases," snapped Number One. "I don't trust you,
Edward, if that is your real name, not only because you're a teenager,
but
you're related to my worst enemies." "The truth is, as I said to your parents, I've been in the UK for four
years." "I still don't believe you, Edward. I think you're trying to win my
trust
and when I'm not looking, you'll knock me out and steal the Kids Next
Door
worldwide information network, accused Numbuh One.
"No," Edward retorted, "I think you're just being paranoid.

So what do
you
want to eat, pizza? I could order out, if you like."

"And stop acting that way. I've never known a Delightful to talk
normally,"
said Numbuh One. "I must be out of habit," Edward joked. "Oh, how little you really
know
about my family.

They're really nice people, once you get to know them
beyond the roles they play.

But my siblings really don't like you much,
what
with your ruining their plans and all."

Venn moved to the phone and dialler a number. "Oh, hello, can I order
a 9
inch pizza please, and–" Venn put his hand over the phone, "what do you
want
on your pizza, Nigel?" Numbuh One was stumped, "Ah, just spicy chicken and red onions,
please." Venn turned back to the phone. "Spicy chicken and red onions on one
side
please, and ham and pineapple on the other side, yes, and fires, yes
65,
Fortade Avenue, okay, in 45 minutes, great. Thank you."
"Nigel, the pizza will be here in a little more than half an hour."

Venn
put the phone down and set down on the sofa, flicking the TV on, "So,
do you
want to watch this movie? It's on about nine thirty."

"No, I'll be in the tree house making sure you don't try anything,"
replied
Nigel, storming off up stairs. "Okay, I'll call you when the pizza's here," Edward shouted after him.
'Good, everything was going to plan,' thought Agent Venn.

'Hopefully
Toilenator would do as he was told and keep Nigel busy.'