Disclaimer: KND is not mine. Nope.

A/N: Okay, taking a momentarily break from Operation: FANFICTION while waiting for some suggestions for the next chappie, I had an interesting idea so bear with me. It all started at the kitchen table when my sister asked me " If 'I Can't Believe It's Not Butter' isn't butter, then what is it?" Well, being the evil elder sister, I decided to pull her leg and told her it was made of dingo. This launched her idea of "I Can't Believe It's Not Dingo", an "original" title for Australian barbeque sauce....Like I said, bear with me.

Well, don't worry because this doesn't have anything to do with that. But I did give a shot at writing in accents (with which I failed miserably at) and incorporating Australian slang, so catch my mistakes aplenty. Enjoy!

Operation: AUSTRALIA

Aussie's

Uncle

Suddenly

Takes

Really

Annoyed

Larrikin

Into

Australia

"Aw, ma! It's summer vacation! Just foive more minutes!"

"Sorry, but no cahn do, Wallabee. Summer or not, you've got ya chores ta do. So stop wasting time an' get to 'em, ye hear meh?" The tall woman declared as she rapped on the closed wooden door while running her hand through her messy blonde hair. "Ah don' have all day ye know!"

Silence. Then, as if on cue a loud 'thud' sounded from behind the door. The woman shook her head. "There ya go again, fallin' outta that bed 'o yours. I told ya that it's too big for ya. Buying a bigger bed won't make you taller, ya know. One of these days you're going to 'urt yourself." She leaned up against the wall and studied the tattered wrestling poster taped up on the back of the door with mild interest. After a moment the door opened to reveal a short bedraggled boy in orange pajamas.

"Wot's the big deal anyways? It's just a bunch of stupid chores!" He griped as he tried to flatten his messy pudding bowl hair.

His mother raised a slender eyebrow. "Just a bunch of stupid chores, eh? Well, ah'll 'ave you know that if you don't get those 'stupid chores' done within the 'owa, Ah'm not goin' ta let you do anything this summa'. You understand?" She paused and crossed her arms, a sly grin creeping across her face. "'An if you don' do those chores, Ah might not let you go out an' see your friends either. They came by earliah looking for ya. Ya know, the chubby one? Cute little bloke."

"Did they say what they wanted?" Wally asked curiously. It wasn't often Number Two personally paid him a visit to his house, especially on a weekend. His mother answered with an impish shrug. "Well, don't just stand there! Ah've got me some chores ta do!" He declared and ran over to the broom closet across the hall. With a hasty whip of the door handle, he began to rummage through the cleaning supplies until he came up with a bottle of spray solvent and a dust cloth.

"Yeah, that's great 'an all, but don't ya think ya should change first?" His mother asked as she began to walk down the hall. "Don't want ta be in your jammies when ya go to see ya friends, do ya?" She sighed in amusement and rolled up her sleeves. "Well, jus' be sure to eat your brekkie before ya leave, okay? I'm making bacon; your favorite."

Wally looked down at his footsie pajamas in embarrassment. "Ah, yeah. Sure'm." He shuffled back into his room only to reappear moments later in the doorway, fully dressed and fully prepared to do some major cleaning. "Ah hate cleaning the stupid house," he grumbled as he reluctantly shuffled into the dining room. "But if Numbah Two's lookin' for me, it must be sumthin' important." With newfound resolve he began to vigorously dust the curio cabinet. He moved on to dust the windowsill when suddenly he found himself staring not at his own reflection, but someone else's face!

"Number Four! Open up! I've got great news!" It was Number Two; standing atop a loose flowerpot in the garden. He impatiently rapped on the windowpane and waved his arms wildly as he lost his balance and toppled into the begonia bush.

"Numbah Two? Wot ah you doin' here?" Number Four asked as he unlatched the window and pushed up the screen. "Is it a message from Numbah One?"

Number Two climbed back on the flowerpot and brushed off the soil and fertilizer from his goggles. "Even better! You'll never guess what I just got!"

Just then a phone rang from the kitchen, abruptly interrupting their conversation, followed by, "Wally! Telephone!"

Number Four shrugged in reply. "You'll 'ave ta hold on a minute, me mom's callin'." Number Two began to answer, but fell off the flowerpot again. Number Four shook his head and sauntered into the kitchen. "Yeah mom?"

His mother held out a tasteless red telephone away from her ear. "It's your uncle. He wants to talk to ya," she replied with a smile and returned to the bacon over the stove.

A large grin broke across his face. "Uncle Skip?! I wonder wot he wants," he remarked to himself as he accepted the phone from his mother and held it up to his ear. "'Ello?' Uncle Skip?"

"'Ey, there, buggerlugs! How's it goin'?" came a jovially tinny voice heavily dripping with an Australian accent from the other end of the receiver. Number Four flinched--he'd forgotten how strong his uncle's accent was.

Wally groaned. "How many toimes do ah have to tell ya not ta call me 'buggerlugs', Uncle Skip?!

Uncle Skip didn't seem to notice Wally's obvious dislike of the bizarre pet name and continued. "Ah was wondering, how's about you come an' visit me for the summa'? Ah neva get ta see you anymore since you've moved to America."

Wally froze. The last time he traveled to Australia to visit his uncle over the summer was back when he had been only living in the states for a while. All he did was sit on the front porch and watch his uncle's cattle; hardly what he considered to be an enjoyable summer vacation. "But Uncle Skip, Ah can't just come visit ya! The summa's barely started and...well, ya know I'm just comfortable here," he protested, grasping at straws for any plausible reason to avoid the trip.

"Comfortable? You've been spending too much time with those Yank mates 'o yours. You need to get out more." The voice paused for a moment. "'Ey, ah know! How's about you invite all 'o your other mates here with you? Ah'm sure they'd love to see Australia first-hand. Besides, mah ranch is big enough."

Wally was about to protest again when the reality of his Uncle's offer began to sink in. Invite his friends? To Australia? That in itself was a big enough suggestion. But it was a thought....

Uncle Skip continued, oblivious to Wally's contemplative pause. "I just got your last letter about a month ago, they sound loike a great bunch a kids. You still friends with that Rainbow Monkey-loving Sheila? I bet she'd enjoy seein' some of the critters around here, from what you wrote."

Wally felt something unpleasant lurch in his stomach. Writing about Kuki was one thing, but hearing his uncle talk about the topic didn't seem right. "Yeah, I bet she'd really love seeing the animals," he found himself saying absentmindedly as he raked through his brain for a more convincing form of protest.

An uncomfortable pause followed, almost as though Uncle Skip was nodding in agreement on the other line. "So, it's decided? Great, Ah'll pick you up at the airport on Saturday, the 10th, how's 'at sound?"

"Huh?" Wally blinked, regaining his focus. "Wait a sec, you can't just—"

"Hey, she'll be apples, okay?"

"Apples? But—"

"I knew you'd understand, Wally, you old buggerlugs. See ya then, mate," Uncle Skip replied and hung up with a click.

"Man, these begonias are a real pain," Number Two mused to himself as he plucked a couple of the wilted flowers off his hat after falling off the flowerpot for the umpteenth time. He impatiently drummed his fingers on the windowsill while waiting for Number Four to finish with his phone call.

"Hey, Hoagie," Wally called as he walked back into the dining room.

Number Two flicked a pink begonia petal off his shoulder. "What took you?"

"Ah just had ta talk with me uncle. Ya know, family stuff."

Number Two nodded understandingly. "You're never going to believe this—guess what I found today at the thrift shop? They were selling the first edition Yipper Holiday Special comic book issue! So naturally I bought it! Dude, what a steal!" Hoagie exclaimed enthusiastically. "Did you want to come over to the tree house? I can show you, and besides, I think we all need a break after the school year, especially Number One. The poor guy's been working himself to death."

"I've got something even better," Number Four grinned as he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his orange hoodie. "How'd ya loike to take a trip to Australia?"

To be Continued...

A/N: Hey, I warned you, I'm terrible with accents. However, I'm planning on turning this into a fluffy-pairings sorta story, but since I've never written one before it might not turn out too well. I've also never written in accents before, so you'll have to pardon that as well. I felt it was appropriate to maintain the Australian accent for Wally and Uncle Skip, considering they're going to be the main focal point of the story. Please, oh PLEASE leave me a review with comments, advice, etc. I'm really hoping that this story is successful, but it's just so pathetic. I've put the people of Australia to shame. (sniffle)