I don't own Kids Next Door, I do own, however, several things that are not the rights to Codename: Kids Next Door. These are the Delightful Chilren's names. Sorry to all those who read this after Operation Undercover, but this was published before that episode.
Tall guy in the back = 'Big' Ben
Pigtailed girl = Anne
Numbuh Three look alike = Chelsea
Numbuh Four look alike = Andy
Helmet Dude = John "Pinball" Xaviar Little.
Hippie-Hop and DeathStrike eyed each other. One piloted by an cute Asian operative in a plush, comfortible cockpit. The other wasn't piloted, but rather merged with, the Italian boy in the cold, 360 degree view cockpit covered in wires. Hippie-Hop was at an advantage. It wasn't damaged. Spyder panted, sweat beading down his face. The DeathStrike had it's claw ripped off, and this had hurt Spyder as well. While merged with the machine, their minds became one.
He's hurt, Numbuh Three thought.
"Numbuh Three! Lead that thing out of the tree house!" Numbuh One yelled.
"Okay!" she said.
Hippie-hop charged and DeathStrike knocked it out of the air and out of the treehouse, into the pouring rain, with its remaining claw. The DeathStrike leaped out of the newly made hole and landed on the ground besides the mechanical rabbit. It beat on Hippie-Hop's cement-truck frame with its remaining claw. Hippie-hop looked the enemy right in the face. It shot a laser out of it's mouth and right in the DeathStrike's face. Spyder/DeathStrike howled in fury. They returned fire with the tail-mounted laser cannon. Numbuh Three dodged gracefully away. Spyder's glasses flashed and a targeting screen appeared in the lenses. It locked onto Hippie-Hop.
Fire
A dozen rapid-fire missiles shot out of the DeathStrike's open claw. Hippie-Hop ran and dodged all but a few of the oncoming missiles. "Stupid rain, I can't see." Numbuh Three complained.
Andy broke the silence, "I don't like that Mikey guy."
His siblings had to agree.
John's helmet sat in his lap. His dreadlocks hung down to his chin. He was unusual, as Delightful Children go. He was black, male with long hair, large diamond studs in his ears, a sapphire stud in his nose, and a silver ring peircing his eyebrow. Father had made him cover his head until he looked 'presentable', when he was adopted.
It had been five years since he had his head uncovered in public with his family. The last time was when he was seven, and he was with some foster family.
Ben, the oldest, spoke up. "Should we warn them?"
That made the rest of his siblings speak in unison, again. "Why?!"
"Father might be angry if someone else destroys the Kids Next Door. Had anyone forgotten what father is like when he is angry?"
His siblings shook their heads. Then John spoke up, "Let's just drop a hint, ya know? Not actually help them or anything, just warn them."
"Blasphemy! Help the Kids Next Door? They're the enemy!" Anne objected.
"We could...." Andy said, stroking the black rubber duck he carried everywhere. "get to them first, or we just attack Mikey's goons, I mean, they're the enemy, too. We should call a truce. You know the saying..."
"An enemy of my enemy is a friend of mine." The Delightful Children intoned together.
Chelsea warned,"But what about Father? What would he think?"
"Aw, if he don't know, then he can't care. Fuck that firey fuck!" John drawled.
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The battle wasn't going well for Hippie-Hop and Numbuh Three. The scorpion was a vastly superior mech, and it was mopping the floor with her. The DeathStrike's tail began to glow a bright green.
"IS THAT THE BEST YOU CAN DO?!" The boy/metal scorpion raged.
Numbuh Three had one last advantage. Full armor mode. The dented rabbit glowed red. The claws extended, its tail became a mace, the teeth sharpened, and guns came out of nowhere on the body.
"HOW DO YOU LIKE ME NOW?!" The mutated rabbit bellowed. And with that, It charged.
That was the worst thing the rabbit could do. The time it took to transform was enough for the DeathStrike to fire. A charged particle beam shot out of the tail, blasted Hippie-Hop's legs clean off, and the impact sent her into the clean, neat, orderly lawn next door.Examining object......Not a threat.The DeathStrike enjoyed a victory laughing. "TIME TO FINISH YOU OFF!" It gloated.
"NO YOU DON'T!" Numbuh Five yelled. The scorpion turned to the voice. "Numbuh Five gonna get the whole tree on you!"
She was perched on the main turrent command deck. All guns were turned on the devilish scorpion below her. "Fire!" She screamed.
Nothing.
"I DISABLED YOUR OFFENCES! DID YOU REALLY THINK I WAS THAT STUPID?" Spyder/DeathStrike growled.
"Aw, Man..." Numbuh Five said, dejected.
The DeathStrike advanced on the downed rabbit. "TIME TO FINISH YOU OFF." Deathstrike gloated.Examining Object.......Enemy...Terminate.......
All hell broke loose on the DeathStrike. Previously hidden turrents and missile silos blasted the scorpion to high heaven. An angel statue blasted lasers from it's eyes. Trees turned out to be fake, actually heat-seeking missiles. The scorpion went down in a beautiful spectacle of lights and sounds. The confused pilot screamed in pain.
"WHAT'S GOING ON?!"
Numbuh Three has going to eject, but after seeing the fireworks happening outside, she decided to watch in the safety of her fuzzy cockpit.
"Ooo, pretty!"
Threat terminated.
What was that? Well, you'll just have to read. Thanks to all who plastered fake smiles on their faces and told me how great the story was. You were all a big help. Really. So, far, no flames, so that must mean that only lazy people hate the story, or I'm actually good at something. So, what attacked the DeathStrike? Read the next chapter, silly! So, until next time, remember what I told you, SOUP IS GOOD FOOD!