Yeah, it's here. Finally. I know I haven't been around lately with posting new chapters on my fanfics and such, but there really is no time any more. I'm really sorry about this. However, Twenty-Four Hours will be the only one as of this time that will be updated. For all you fans of THEKISS, you'll just have to wait. Again, I apologize for any inconvenience this may cause.
Oh, and KookyGirl34, that book thing...er...just a pirate kind of story my friend and I are writing. 108 pages and going strong!!
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Chapter Seven: A Surprise under the Couch
They eventually finished the kitchen to make it sparkle, and Numbuh Four was glad he was out of the room. Finally he was free of the mess that he had created – both kitchen and the girl he was trying his best to avoid contact with. Evidently his plan of evasion wasn't going to work for the next thing he knew, Numbuh Three came bouncing up to him.
"You pinky-swear promised me, though, Numbuh Four!" She shouted while standing in front of the T.V. he was attempting to watch.
"Ah know, but can't we take a rest?" He scooted to the side of the couch to get a view of the screen.
"No!" She argued, continuing to block his vision of the T.V. "I can't live without Mr. Cherrybottom Snuggles!"
Numbuh Four arched an eyebrow at her. "Ya 'ave been livin' without 'im for 'bout two or three hours now."
"Yeah, but that was hoooooooorrible! It's like he disappeared into thin air!"
He pushed the 'power' button on the remote with a sigh. "Okay, okay, you win...now let's foind the cruddy thing so ah can watch T.V. in peace."
Minutes passed by, and the stupid doll still hadn't been located. Everywhere they looked, but there was no trace of the Rainbow Monkey anywhere. Numbuh Four was starting to believe the thing had actually vanished...he wished he knew that it did, though, otherwise he probably wouldn't be wasting his time looking for it.
Numbuh Four got to his knees, beginning to make his way under the couch. "Crud...can't see under 'ere..." He squinted through the darkness, and then proceeded to cough at the dust that had suddenly sprung up his nose.
"Numbuh Four?" He heard a muffled voice ask from outside the couch.
"Ah'm in 'ere."
"Where?"
"Under the couch, lookin' for that dumb Rainbow Donkey of yers," he grumbled.
There was a scuffle of noises before he felt something else trying to get under the couch with him. "'EY! Watch it, Numbuh Three!" Numbuh Four warned as something harshly nudged him in the side.
"Oops, sorry!" her voice apologized from beside him, but Numbuh Four's eyes still couldn't locate her. "Is he under here?"
"Not that ah can see..." Numbuh Four chuckled at his own words. 'Not that ah can see'...Ha, Numbuh Four, ya can be quite the comedian sometimes!
"Oh, well, then we better move on!"
"Wait, Numbuh Three..." Numbuh Four choked on his words, not sure where they had come from. Then again, he kind of knew he had to tell her before his insides blew up or something. "There's somethin' ah gotta tell ya..."
Numbuh Three blinked. "Really?"
"Uh, yeah..."
She giggled. "There's something I have to tell you, too!"
Confused, Numbuh Four asked, "Loike w'ot?"
"Nuh-uh, you first!" She said playfully.
"No, you first," he said. "Ah won't tell ya unless ya tell me."
"Okay, okay...Um...it's just that...Well..." She struggled on her words, unsure of how to put them into a sentence.
Meanwhile Numbuh Four stared into the blackness that disguised Numbuh Three. His heart was leaping around inside him, anxious of her words. Maybe, perhaps, they were that she liked him, too?
Nah... Numbuh Four dismissed the thought. Numbuh Three's too giggly ter go 'round loikin' people loike meh.
Numbuh Three felt her insides swirl. She had to tell him. Now. With a long and deep breath, she finally shouted, "MR. CHERRYBOTTOM SNUGGLES IS IN MY ROOM!"
Numbuh Four sat there for a moment in disbelief. "No, 'e's not," he argued, not ready to accept the fact as true after all of the searching he'd been through.
"Um...yes, he is," she said slowly.
"Ya mean ah've been lookin' fer a cruddy, dumb, stupid, baby Rainbow Donkey thing all day long fer NOTHIN'?" Numbuh Four felt angry, but wasn't entirely sure if it was at himself or Numbuh Three.
Numbuh Three gulped. "Um...yes..."
He couldn't believe this. He really couldn't believe this. "Did ya KNOW 'e was in yer room the 'ole time?"
A beat of silence. Then, "Yes..."
"'Ow come ya screamed then?" He asked her, demanding to know the facts.
"I saw a spider."
"Why did ya make up this 'ole lost Rainbow Monkey business then? Just ter mess with mah 'ead or somethin'?"
She sighed. "No, I just wanted someone to play with...I knew you wouldn't want to, so I thought of something that would get you to play with me. And you did, so I'm happy now."
Numbuh Four could feel his heart melt into a puddle inside him. He felt awful... just awful because her explanation was 100 true. He knew that he probably wouldn't have had that much, er, fun, if you called it that, if she hadn't made that stupid Rainbow Monkey story up.
"Ah'm sorry, Numbuh Three," he whispered.
"It's okay," she said. "I'm sorry, too, for making you do something that you didn't have to do in the first place."
He managed a small smile. "Oh well, can't change the past now, can we?"
"Nope!"
"So...now w'ot?"
Numbuh Three took a moment to consider this. "How abooooouuuut," she began, "we get out from under the couch?"
Numbuh Four laughed, something he didn't exactly do when Numbuh Three made a joke. But who cared? There was no one to point and make fun of him this time.
"Good idea."
The two pushed themselves out and stood up, immediately beginning to dust off their clothes that were now covered in filth. "Crud," Numbuh Four muttered. "An' ah thought the food foight got meh dirty."
Numbuh Three looked around. "What do you want to do now?"
He had no clue really. He kind of wished she hadn't broke the surprise to him otherwise he'd at least be doing something...The only logical thing to do now was sit back and relax and watch some television, which wasn't the most thrilling and exciting thing to do even if he had been looking forward to doing it all day.
"Wait a second...you never told me what you were going to say!"
Numbuh Four froze in his path to the T.V. remote. He had hoped she would've forgotten about that because he realized seconds after her explanation that there was no way he would ever be able to tell her unless the world was about to end, which wouldn't happen anytime soon, he thought.
"Oh, th-that..." he managed to sputter out. "It was jus'...um...that ah wanted ter thank ya fer 'elping meh clean up the kitchen."
Whoo, close one, Numbuh Four, he thought whilst breathing a sigh of relief.
"Oh, well, you're welcome, Numbuh Four!" she smiled.
He got a smile to crack out across his face when on the inside it was practically impossible to do so. He had not enjoyed the sweat that had just been running down the sides of his face a few second ago.
"Well, ah'm gonna watch some T.V. fer awhile or something...w'ot time is it anyways?"
She glanced at the clock on the wall. "Um, about 3:20."
"Thanks," he said, plopping himself down on the couch and flicking the T.V. in front of him on. "Now, let's see..."
Numbuh Three could only watch him do this. She knew this was what he had been waiting to do all day, so there was no point in stopping him to go play tea party or something. "Um, I'm going to go to my room now."
"Mm-hmm," Numbuh Four responded, his eyes already in a heavy gaze at the motorcyclists on the screen.
She turned around, feeling slightly sad that she'd told him about the fake Rainbow Monkey story. If only it really happened, then maybe he would still be playing with her...but like he cared about playing with her anyway. All he ever liked to do was yell and make fun of her. Sighing, she retreated out of the room.
Numbuh Four heard her footsteps exit and slouched down into the couch's comfy cushions. "If only ah could jus' tell 'er..."
Poor Numbuh Four! He should just tell her already, Dangit! XD
Sorry for my lack of fluffiness in this chapter, the next few chapters shall make up for it, let me assure you!
Next Chapter info: An unexpected visit from the Delightful Children from down the Lane can cause a few problems. However, is Numbuh Four about ready to let them be beaten? Heck no!