Disclaimer: KND belongs to Mr. Warburton. Not me. If it did, why would I be writing fanfiction?

A/N: Yes, I'm still working on laying out the plot for Operation: FANFICTION, so here's chapter two. Actually, this was originally the first chapter, (which is why it's ready so quickly) but I didn't like how it was going so I wrote the other one after this one. Thank you so much for your reviews--I'm trying my best to handle the accents, but I'm actually having a harder time with the slang terms more than anything. If there's anything you don't understand, feel free to ask and I shall answer. (Or try...)

Operation: AUSTRALIA

Chapter Two:

"His Nibbs' Keen as Mustard With the Plans"

(The Boss is Enthusiastic About the Plans)

Yeah, so creative, I know...

"I'm not sure...this is rather sudden."

"Aw, don't be such a spoil-sport, Numbuh One! I think it's about time you had yo' self a vacation."

"Pleeeeese, Number One?! Please?! Please?! Pretty-prettyfull please?!"

Nigel paused and considered the option for a moment, ignoring the inquisitive stares from Number Five and the hyperactive questioning from Number Three. He furrowed his thin brow and began to pace around the large purple couch in the KND recreation room. (Is it purple? I dunno, it seems to change each episode.) True, a vacation did sound tempting, but to Australia? It didn't take a genius to realize that being an island, Australia was probably riddled with numerous beaches—beaches he'd be forced to visit and waste his precious time at. But there was one nagging question in the back of his bald cranium... "Number Four," he stopped pacing and stood with his hands behind his back. "Are you aware of any Kids Next Door stations near your uncle's location?"

"Eh? Well..." Wally looked up from Number Two's new Yipper comic in thought and sipped on his soda. "Yeah, now that ya mention it, I think there's one that's only a few miles from his ranch. Ah'm not sure exactly where though 'cos I never saw it meself, but ah'm pretty sure it's there."

"It's decided then," Number One replied as he rocked back and forth on the soles of his feet. "Number Four, I grant the approval of your trip. However, I think it would be best for us to contact the Australian Kids Next Door sector upon our arrival. In the meantime, we should focus on obtaining passports for ourselves as well as packing our essential belongings."

"Passports?" Number Two asked, reluctantly tearing his eyes away from the Yipper comic. "What do we need passports for? I could just fly us there."

"True, but it's quite a ways off and to be honest, I don't want to attract a lot of attention on this trip. You know how Moon Base Headquarters gets about transcontinental travel without a 48-hour referral beforehand." Number One answered. "Besides, I think we owe Number Four's uncle some thanks for inviting us. The least we can do is meet him at the airport in a normal plane."

"He's gotta point, ya know," Four added as he twirled the straw in his soda can. "Ah think me Uncle Skip would be pretty freaked if we flew in by ourselves. But ya gotta ask ya parents first if ya can come or me ma will flip a lid."

Number Two gave Four thumbs up. "Already taken care of. Too bad for Tommy though; he really wanted to come."

"I'll have to ask my folks about it tonight," Number Five remarked. "But don't ya worry, they're pretty lax about that kinda stuff as long as I bring 'em back a souvenir."

Number Three waved her floppy sleeves in the air, a large grin spread across her face. "Ooh! Can Mushi come?! Huh? Huh?!"

"No way! Ah'm not takin' your stupid sister halfway across the world! Are you crazy?" Number Four retorted as he turned a page of the comic, the soda can slightly denting in his grip.

Number Three's face fell and her shoulders slumped to her sides. "But...but WHY?!"

The remaining members stared in silence. "Do you really want us ta answer that?" Number Five asked, breaking the pause, the rest of them nodding in agreement.

"Aw..." Number Three sighed. "It was worth a try." She flopped onto the couch and sighed again. "Hey....Number Four..." she asked after a moment, a sly grin creeping onto her face. "Do you think there are real Rainbow Monkeys on Australia too?"

Number Four spit into his soda. "Are you insane? Why the heck would there be any of those ruddy Rainbow Dorkies in Australia?!" He paused for a moment and wiped the soda away from the edge of his mouth. "But then again, if there were, me gram would've taken care of 'em..."

"Huh?" Number Three blankly stared off. "Well, I thought there might be, since it's an island and all. But there'll be plenty of cute cuddly animals there, right?" Her face brightened at the thought.

"Yeah...sure...." Number Four grumbled as he looked back to the comic book, continuing to crush the soda can in his grip.

"He's right, there's tons of neat animals in Australia," Number Two added. "Kangaroos, dingoes, koalas, three-toed sloths; you'll love it, Number Three."

"And the Australian Kids Next Door sector, which I'm quite interested in visiting," Number One interrupted eagerly. "I hope to see you all here bright and early tomorrow morning to check off our belongings for the trip. I'll be checking to see what everyone's packing, so don't forget to bring some weaponry along with you, just in case."

Number Five groaned as she peered out from underneath the brim of her hat. "Man, is that all you think about? This is going to be a vacation, not a mission!"

Number One folded his arms disapprovingly and raised his eyebrows. "Vacation or not, we need to keep on guard. Just because we're leaving the country doesn't mean there won't be any adult threats, not to mention teenagers and whatnot. There's no telling what might happen."

"Whatever," Five replied and lazily reclined onto the opposite orange sofa. "But Numbuh Five says you're packin' yo'self at least one pair o' swimin' trunks in that suitcase of yours, Numbuh One."

"Fine..." Number One grumbled and uncrossed his arms in defeat.

The time was eight p.m., Friday evening. A shadowed figure sat in front of the glowing computer monitor typing at superhuman speed, only resting for a moment to grab a few potato chips from a large orange speckled ceramic bowl atop the adjacent filing cabinet. A little ding sounded and a message popped up onto the screen in pink italic font.

RaiNBowZgUrL: So you heard the news?

The boy grimaced, remembering all too well 'the news' he had learned earlier that evening. Finally he had someone to talk to about it.

MastuhT: Yeah, of course I heard it. That's all he was talking about when he came home.

RaiNBowZgUrl: I can't believe them. This is SO not faaair. We've gotta do something.

MastuhT: What can we do? It's obvious they don't want to include us. The boy addressing himself as "MastuhT" let out a sigh and shoved a few more chips into his mouth as he waited for a reply.

RaiNBowZgUrl: ;-/

MastuhT: Aw, don't go getting all smiley-faceish on me.

RaiNBowZgUrl: Fine, mr. smartyguy. :-( How's that?

MastuhT: You know what I mean. Frowning isn't going to solve anything.

RaiNBowZgUrl: Mmhmm...suuure. I bet you're frowning right now.

The boy grinned at the comment. Even when sending messages over the computer she always seemed to know what he was thinking. Was he really that predictable?

RaiNBowZgUrl: But don't frown anymore, cuz I've got an idea.

MastuhT: All ears and no frowns. Shoot.

RaiNBowZgUrl: Lol. K. See, she's been talking about going on this trip like forever now, ever since Monday. But I think she wants me to come.

MastuhT: Really? Are you serious?

This was new. He hadn't heard anything along those lines earlier in the evening. On the contrary, it almost seemed like the news was only relayed to him to make him jealous, not to mention he had only learned about the trip that evening, when it was evidently planned on Monday.

RaiNBowZgUrl: omg totally serious. She's so psyched to go though cuz it's all she's been talking about. So here's the plan: why not stow away?

MastuhT: Okay... You've got to be kidding.

RaiNBowZgUrl: You know I'm not. Really. We can sooo pull it off.

MastuhT laughed to himself at RaiNBowZgUrl's naivety. Them? Stow away on an airplane? It wasn't possible. It would never work, never in a buhmillion years. Well, by then they wouldn't need to stow away anyways.

MastuhT: We can't stow away, that's crazy.

RaiNBowZgUrl: That's what'll make it work. No one would expect us to do something like that, would they? omg omg it's sooooo perfect!

MastuhT: Suuure it is—what will you tell your parents when they find out you're not home, huh? There, that ought to dampen her spirit. He grinned to himself and grabbed another handful of chips.

RaiNBowZgUrl: Already taken care of. My parents are planning on sending me away to Skunkie Scout Camp this summer. I'll just hookie my way outta it.

MastuhT: Skunkie Scout Camp? MastuhT let out a snort. You?

RaiNBowZgUrl: Shut up. Do you want to go on this super-humonganormous trip or not?

MastuhT: Okay, okay. I do. But where's the logic in this plan?

RaiNBowZgUrl: Don't worry, I've arranged something for you too.

MastuhT almost choked on his chips. What the heck was she trying to do?!

RaiNBowZgUrl: I heard you've got guard duty on the KND tree house while they're away. So...

MastuhT: What are you getting at? Or do I dare ask?

RaiNBowZgUrl: They'll never know if you've followed them! I mean, your parents think you're spending the summer around the tree house anyways, so it's not like they'll miss you or anything. omg isn't it so awesome?!

The boy sat for a moment. The mere thought was excruciatingly tempting, and her plan was beginning to sound a little less far-fetched than it had ten minutes ago. All that was left for him to do was to agree with it and that would be it. Instant vacation. Not to mention all the awesome top-secretish stuff he'd get to see—the very kinds of things he thrived on. Hey, when you work alone, you've gotta have some kind of a connection to the inner workings of the groups around you.

MastuhT: What are we waiting for? You've got yourself a deal.

To Be Continued

A/N: Okay, I'm trying to add some conflicty-ness in here, so stay with me. I'm pretty sure you can all guess who "MastuhT" and "RaiNBowZgUrl" are, but humor me and tell me who YOU think they are in a review, okay? So listen up: "GIVE ME REVIEWS OR I'LL TEAR OUT YOUR INTESTINES AND CHEW UPON THEM! :) :D :) :D" Actually, I'm partial vegetarian, so that's a lie. Don't worry, Stripified, I won't ask for a review count because personally I think that's tacky and to be honest, I'm grateful for any reviews I get. Thanksies!