WELL! Here's Chaptuh Four! Enjoy! Kids next Door doesn't belong to me!
Also, the fake smiles comment was a joke. Thanks to Cyber Commander,
mistressmarionette, and the mysterious James Chapman for becoming avid
readers! So you will all become my evil slaves so we can take over the
worl...whoops! You're not supposed to know that yet. Anyway, on with the
show!
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The Four operatives of the Kids Next Door approached the downed robots with caution. Both looked pretty destroyed, but one couldn't be sure. Plus, the attacking lawn ornaments might turn on them. Numbuh Three burst out of the wreaked Hippie-Hop like nothing had ever happened.
"Wee! Thank's Delightful Dorks!"
"Thanks Delightful Dorks?!" Numbuh One sputtered. "What did they do to help?!"
Numbuh Three giggled. "We landed in their yard, silly! They shoot at bad scorpion!" And with that, she skipped merrily back to the tree house.
"What was she talking about?" Numbuh Four asked.
"Never mind, Numbuh Four, let's apprehend Kazuo, maybe he can tell us something."
With weapons backing him up, Numbuh Two tore the lid of the enemy mech's cockpit open.
"Whoa." was all he said.
Spyder lay unconscious, still cocooned in wires, dangling in the cockpit. The monitors hooked up to him from the wires confirmed that he was still alive. The activity in the cockpit confirmed the beast was still alive. At least, it seemed like a living creature.
"I think I'm gonna be sick....." Numbuh Four said, turning away.
"Is this thing, alive?" Numbuh Two asked.
"How are we gonna get him outta there?" Numbuh Five asked.
They examined the cockpit carefully, looking for a switch or something, to turn the DeathStriker off, or at least get Kazuo Vincenzo untangled.
"Hmmm..." Numbuh Five mumbled. She reached down and carefully removed the wires connected to Spyder's sunglasses. Almost immediately, the wires retreated to wherever they had come from. The unconscious red pilot collapsed on the cockpit floor. The computer monitors and the camera view flickered to black.
"Numbuh Two, get the SK.Y.C.L.A.W. So we can pick up this mess before those Delightful Children get this before we do."
"Rodger!" Numbuh Two said, saluting.
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The Delightful Children came home to find that quite a battle had taken place in the area connecting the tree house with their home.
"What happened here?" They all asked in unison. The answer dawned on them almost immediately. The distraction that Mikey had dispatched had attacked the Kids Next Door, and the battle had been resolved. All participating mechs had already been carted away, but the landscaped was still deeply scarred. The gardener was going to have a fit. This left the interesting question,
Who had won?
The Delightful Children from Down the Lane entered their domain. Entering what was called "The Children's Wing" of the house they dropped their stature. Instead of going their separate ways, as they usually did, they sat together in the lobby of the wing. Comfy chairs around a coffee table in front of the fireplace. A refrigerator sat in the far corner. They got sodas from the fridge and sat down. Ben got root beer, Anne got Sprite Remix, Chelsea got raspberry soda, Andy never got normal flavors, instead, he drank soda from some foreign place, and the can was covered in some strange language nobody could identify. According to him, though, it was rainbow flavored. Andy was strange, very strange. He sat his rubber duck on the table, and poured him a portion of his 'rainbow' soda in a shallow dish in front of the bath toy. The duck was as strange as Andy. It was a black Rubber Devil Duckie, and in case you've never seen one, they're black rubber ducks with evil eyes, red devil horns, a red tail, and a red bill. According to Andy, it was a trapped demon. He called it RDD for short. John was less crazy then Andy, and had Dr. B.
"Let's talk about our current situation." Ben started.
"Fuck the Kids Next Door! Let them get killed. It's not our problem." Anne said.
"It will be if we're not the ones to get them first. Father will skin us alive if we don't kill them ourselves." Chelsea objected.
"I have a score to settle with the Kids Next Door..." Ben muttered. "If they die, it'll be by MY hand." Ben growled, clenching his fist.
"Not this division." Anne pointed out. "They weren't even out of training when....you know...."
The Delightful siblings almost never talked about Former-Numbuh 273's decommission. That earned a whomping. And anyone whomped by Ben went to great lengths never to piss him off again.
"Who cares? They'll all pay..." The tall boy growled.
Chelsea wanted to change the subject, but it was of utmost importance. Ben was horrible when he was angry. Father was worse, but still.
"Look, what's the trouble of forming an alliance with the Kids Next Door? What do we have to lose? John asked, sipping Dr. B. He was busily polishing his helmet, removing all scratches from any of today's wear and tear.
"Our pride," Ben said, "Our dignity, our self-respect, our respect, the esteem of our allies, need I go on?"
"Okay...okay..." John said.
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Conscience did not return as a friend. Spyder awoke in parts. The first thing he felt was the familiar nausea after piloting the DeathStriker, or any other mech he had made. His head hurt as well, another familiar thing. The next thing he felt was his battle wounds. His chest hurt, his arms hurt, his legs hurt, he was sure there were burns where the wires had constructed, or where electricity had burned him. He didn't want to open his eyes, for fear of where he was. More then once had the battle been over, and the effects of the drug had not worn off, even after him the mech and he had separated.
........Stay down, Spyder, stay down...........He thought. He was grateful to feel sheets under his hands. That meant that someone had taken him in. He desperately tried to recall the events of the night before. He was sure it was morning, daytime at least. He felt sunlight on his face, and it was common for him to not wake for several hours after a battle.
"Wake up."
This was new. Someone was commanding, not asking, for him to wake up.
If you take that attitude, then I'll just stay asleep. A little manner goes a long way, Spyder thought.
"WAKE UP!"
He felt someone punch him hard in the chest. His eyes flew open. The sunlight hurt his eyes. He wasn't wearing his sunglasses. He had Asian eyes.
"WHO ARE YOU WORKING FOR?" The short orange guy bellowed, standing over him
Thinking of something pithy to say, Spyder could only respond, "Fuck you."
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Morning was God's flashlight to The Kids Next Door's worst enemies, The Delightful Children From Down the Lane. Staying up all right was nothing new to them, but it still taxed their systems heavily. They wouldn't feel it until sometime this afternoon. A decision was made, "call a truce at the right time."
When they were both in trouble, then they could call a truce, until then, they would only attack Mikey's henchmen. It would keep them from looking too friendly. Also, Father would be less furious if or when he found out. They were sure he'd find out, as his right hand, Cree, would snitch on them.
They sat a breakfast, right across from Cree.
"Morning guys. Did you guys stay up all night again?"
"Just like most every night, Cree, sweetie."
Cree shook her head. Those dorks. When did they sleep anyway? Every time she stayed the night here, after Abby and she had a big fight, she was sure to see them, alone or all together, wandering the halls at night. Andy, if that was his name, might have been the weirdest, but they were all freaks in her opinion. Who ate coffee creamer without coffee anyway?
The Delightful Children all took a handful of creamer each (the powder kind) and managed to eat it all in one bite. Cree looked on in disgust.
Seeing her sickened expression, they all said, "Mmmmmmmm!" together, looking her in the face.
"Ya'll gross." She said, walking away.
They had grossed out Cree on purpose, wanting her to go away. John thought she was hot, but she a sign that Father had lost faith in them, and that meant trouble. She had become a rival of sorts. And there was another thing they hated about her.
She had betrayed her sister.
Family was everything to the Delightful Children. And to Cree it seemed to mean nothing. It didn't matter that Abigail was an enemy; she was, but the fact that Cree was willing to fight her own sister. If you didn't have family, then what did you fall back on?
Jinkens arrived with a real English breakfast; Father came downstairs with a newspaper. After the usual morning salutations, they ate, and then excused themselves.
"Hold on."
The Children froze. Father's word was law.
"Yes?" They all said together. "I have a new machine for you. To destroy those pesky Kids Next Door. Meet me in the battle room."
Probably another weapon, but they don't work. They thought unanmiously, how come Cree doesn't need weapons? Ben thought, I was an operative, too. C'mon! I'm the strongest operative who ever lived! It was true. He held the current Kids Next Door Heavy Lifting belt. His record lay unbroken for five years. Father didn't think they were strong enough! With all of Cree's accomplishments, it made Father's real children feel quite useless. Well, enough of that! They were going to show Father that they were every bit as strong as his new prodigy. Ben signed that to his siblings, and they unanimously agreed. The delightful children had an unspoken language of hand gestures. This was the secret to speaking in unison; Make hand signs into each other's hands or back, and then they all knew what to say at the right moment. Also, if they weren't together, they could always talk to each other in public, where they were supposed to be one voice. The hand signs actually magnified the creepiness they all radiated. As they walked, Ben's deep, clear voice mumbled/sung the chorus of one of his favorite songs, Daisy Duke by Rooney,
"You don't know me so well, I think you know that now, I'm unbreakable, there's no need for fragile stickers, you're too young for me, but I can keep a secret, I'm in total control, of the situation...."
The song was a theme of sorts for Ben. He loved to sing.
They met their Father in the battle room. Before Father could talk, Ben stepped forward.
"Father? If I could make a suggestion..." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Long Chapter! Well, now we know a few things about what's behind those blue eyes. Next Chapter, we get to see the real talents of the Delightful Children. So now, my children of the corn, remember, BRUSH YOUR TEETH BEFORE YOU GO TO BED!
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The Four operatives of the Kids Next Door approached the downed robots with caution. Both looked pretty destroyed, but one couldn't be sure. Plus, the attacking lawn ornaments might turn on them. Numbuh Three burst out of the wreaked Hippie-Hop like nothing had ever happened.
"Wee! Thank's Delightful Dorks!"
"Thanks Delightful Dorks?!" Numbuh One sputtered. "What did they do to help?!"
Numbuh Three giggled. "We landed in their yard, silly! They shoot at bad scorpion!" And with that, she skipped merrily back to the tree house.
"What was she talking about?" Numbuh Four asked.
"Never mind, Numbuh Four, let's apprehend Kazuo, maybe he can tell us something."
With weapons backing him up, Numbuh Two tore the lid of the enemy mech's cockpit open.
"Whoa." was all he said.
Spyder lay unconscious, still cocooned in wires, dangling in the cockpit. The monitors hooked up to him from the wires confirmed that he was still alive. The activity in the cockpit confirmed the beast was still alive. At least, it seemed like a living creature.
"I think I'm gonna be sick....." Numbuh Four said, turning away.
"Is this thing, alive?" Numbuh Two asked.
"How are we gonna get him outta there?" Numbuh Five asked.
They examined the cockpit carefully, looking for a switch or something, to turn the DeathStriker off, or at least get Kazuo Vincenzo untangled.
"Hmmm..." Numbuh Five mumbled. She reached down and carefully removed the wires connected to Spyder's sunglasses. Almost immediately, the wires retreated to wherever they had come from. The unconscious red pilot collapsed on the cockpit floor. The computer monitors and the camera view flickered to black.
"Numbuh Two, get the SK.Y.C.L.A.W. So we can pick up this mess before those Delightful Children get this before we do."
"Rodger!" Numbuh Two said, saluting.
#########
The Delightful Children came home to find that quite a battle had taken place in the area connecting the tree house with their home.
"What happened here?" They all asked in unison. The answer dawned on them almost immediately. The distraction that Mikey had dispatched had attacked the Kids Next Door, and the battle had been resolved. All participating mechs had already been carted away, but the landscaped was still deeply scarred. The gardener was going to have a fit. This left the interesting question,
Who had won?
The Delightful Children from Down the Lane entered their domain. Entering what was called "The Children's Wing" of the house they dropped their stature. Instead of going their separate ways, as they usually did, they sat together in the lobby of the wing. Comfy chairs around a coffee table in front of the fireplace. A refrigerator sat in the far corner. They got sodas from the fridge and sat down. Ben got root beer, Anne got Sprite Remix, Chelsea got raspberry soda, Andy never got normal flavors, instead, he drank soda from some foreign place, and the can was covered in some strange language nobody could identify. According to him, though, it was rainbow flavored. Andy was strange, very strange. He sat his rubber duck on the table, and poured him a portion of his 'rainbow' soda in a shallow dish in front of the bath toy. The duck was as strange as Andy. It was a black Rubber Devil Duckie, and in case you've never seen one, they're black rubber ducks with evil eyes, red devil horns, a red tail, and a red bill. According to Andy, it was a trapped demon. He called it RDD for short. John was less crazy then Andy, and had Dr. B.
"Let's talk about our current situation." Ben started.
"Fuck the Kids Next Door! Let them get killed. It's not our problem." Anne said.
"It will be if we're not the ones to get them first. Father will skin us alive if we don't kill them ourselves." Chelsea objected.
"I have a score to settle with the Kids Next Door..." Ben muttered. "If they die, it'll be by MY hand." Ben growled, clenching his fist.
"Not this division." Anne pointed out. "They weren't even out of training when....you know...."
The Delightful siblings almost never talked about Former-Numbuh 273's decommission. That earned a whomping. And anyone whomped by Ben went to great lengths never to piss him off again.
"Who cares? They'll all pay..." The tall boy growled.
Chelsea wanted to change the subject, but it was of utmost importance. Ben was horrible when he was angry. Father was worse, but still.
"Look, what's the trouble of forming an alliance with the Kids Next Door? What do we have to lose? John asked, sipping Dr. B. He was busily polishing his helmet, removing all scratches from any of today's wear and tear.
"Our pride," Ben said, "Our dignity, our self-respect, our respect, the esteem of our allies, need I go on?"
"Okay...okay..." John said.
#########
Conscience did not return as a friend. Spyder awoke in parts. The first thing he felt was the familiar nausea after piloting the DeathStriker, or any other mech he had made. His head hurt as well, another familiar thing. The next thing he felt was his battle wounds. His chest hurt, his arms hurt, his legs hurt, he was sure there were burns where the wires had constructed, or where electricity had burned him. He didn't want to open his eyes, for fear of where he was. More then once had the battle been over, and the effects of the drug had not worn off, even after him the mech and he had separated.
........Stay down, Spyder, stay down...........He thought. He was grateful to feel sheets under his hands. That meant that someone had taken him in. He desperately tried to recall the events of the night before. He was sure it was morning, daytime at least. He felt sunlight on his face, and it was common for him to not wake for several hours after a battle.
"Wake up."
This was new. Someone was commanding, not asking, for him to wake up.
If you take that attitude, then I'll just stay asleep. A little manner goes a long way, Spyder thought.
"WAKE UP!"
He felt someone punch him hard in the chest. His eyes flew open. The sunlight hurt his eyes. He wasn't wearing his sunglasses. He had Asian eyes.
"WHO ARE YOU WORKING FOR?" The short orange guy bellowed, standing over him
Thinking of something pithy to say, Spyder could only respond, "Fuck you."
###################
Morning was God's flashlight to The Kids Next Door's worst enemies, The Delightful Children From Down the Lane. Staying up all right was nothing new to them, but it still taxed their systems heavily. They wouldn't feel it until sometime this afternoon. A decision was made, "call a truce at the right time."
When they were both in trouble, then they could call a truce, until then, they would only attack Mikey's henchmen. It would keep them from looking too friendly. Also, Father would be less furious if or when he found out. They were sure he'd find out, as his right hand, Cree, would snitch on them.
They sat a breakfast, right across from Cree.
"Morning guys. Did you guys stay up all night again?"
"Just like most every night, Cree, sweetie."
Cree shook her head. Those dorks. When did they sleep anyway? Every time she stayed the night here, after Abby and she had a big fight, she was sure to see them, alone or all together, wandering the halls at night. Andy, if that was his name, might have been the weirdest, but they were all freaks in her opinion. Who ate coffee creamer without coffee anyway?
The Delightful Children all took a handful of creamer each (the powder kind) and managed to eat it all in one bite. Cree looked on in disgust.
Seeing her sickened expression, they all said, "Mmmmmmmm!" together, looking her in the face.
"Ya'll gross." She said, walking away.
They had grossed out Cree on purpose, wanting her to go away. John thought she was hot, but she a sign that Father had lost faith in them, and that meant trouble. She had become a rival of sorts. And there was another thing they hated about her.
She had betrayed her sister.
Family was everything to the Delightful Children. And to Cree it seemed to mean nothing. It didn't matter that Abigail was an enemy; she was, but the fact that Cree was willing to fight her own sister. If you didn't have family, then what did you fall back on?
Jinkens arrived with a real English breakfast; Father came downstairs with a newspaper. After the usual morning salutations, they ate, and then excused themselves.
"Hold on."
The Children froze. Father's word was law.
"Yes?" They all said together. "I have a new machine for you. To destroy those pesky Kids Next Door. Meet me in the battle room."
Probably another weapon, but they don't work. They thought unanmiously, how come Cree doesn't need weapons? Ben thought, I was an operative, too. C'mon! I'm the strongest operative who ever lived! It was true. He held the current Kids Next Door Heavy Lifting belt. His record lay unbroken for five years. Father didn't think they were strong enough! With all of Cree's accomplishments, it made Father's real children feel quite useless. Well, enough of that! They were going to show Father that they were every bit as strong as his new prodigy. Ben signed that to his siblings, and they unanimously agreed. The delightful children had an unspoken language of hand gestures. This was the secret to speaking in unison; Make hand signs into each other's hands or back, and then they all knew what to say at the right moment. Also, if they weren't together, they could always talk to each other in public, where they were supposed to be one voice. The hand signs actually magnified the creepiness they all radiated. As they walked, Ben's deep, clear voice mumbled/sung the chorus of one of his favorite songs, Daisy Duke by Rooney,
"You don't know me so well, I think you know that now, I'm unbreakable, there's no need for fragile stickers, you're too young for me, but I can keep a secret, I'm in total control, of the situation...."
The song was a theme of sorts for Ben. He loved to sing.
They met their Father in the battle room. Before Father could talk, Ben stepped forward.
"Father? If I could make a suggestion..." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Long Chapter! Well, now we know a few things about what's behind those blue eyes. Next Chapter, we get to see the real talents of the Delightful Children. So now, my children of the corn, remember, BRUSH YOUR TEETH BEFORE YOU GO TO BED!