There are some contradictions between Numbuhs to Delightful Children.
TV Tome gives each KND a different counterpart. Here's my list.
1. Ben (Tall guy, the leader. in GROWUP, he grabbed the keys.)
2. Anne (Brown hair, glasses, and fat like Numbuh Two)
3. Chelsea (She looks like Numbuh Three)
4. Andy (Looks like Numbuh Four)
5. John 'Pinball' Little (black, wears a red helmet while Numbuh Five wears a red hat.)
Thanks to all who have given me input. Owning Kids Next Door would make me cry with tears of joy, but I am a dry-eyed writer who doesn't own KND. I haven't been updating, as I was watching my brother die at the hands of KH Sephroph.
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Ben loomed menacingly over the short, blond fighter. He actually looked like he was going to honor the threat he had made.
Numbuh Four hid any terror. His hardened eyes gave nothing away. He held his coke bottle laser close. Ben's face was slightly singed, but other then that, he looked more angry then hurt. He was bruised all over, and he looked bloodthirsty.
"You shot me....in the face.......you'll sorely regret that." Ben growled.
With a mighty grunt he punched the floor, sending planks into the air. Wood splinters filled the air. A nice new hole was formed on the tree house floor. The impact sent Numbuh Four flying. He landed some four feet away. Ben jumped to crush the orange operative, only to hit the hardwood floor, as Numbuh Four rolled out of the way. He shot the tall boy in the chest.
Ben grunted in pain. As he grabbed, and missed, for the short fighter. Wallabe grappled Ben's outstretched hand and used it to pull him over himself and land a high kick to Ben's stomach. He shot him in the stomach with the laser, which caused Ben to howl in pain. Ben wrenched his hand free of Numbuh Four's grip. Then he grabbed the operative's wrists, lifted in the air and slammed him hard on his back. Ben lifted and dropped his foot down on the operative to crush him, but Numbuh Four's foot raised up to meet his. He smiled as he kicked up to trip the taller boy by sending his leg into the air. It almost worked as Ben was still holding on to Numbuh Four. Ben lost his balance, which was enough for Numbuh Four to land sufficient blows to the larger boy.
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Spyder could carry relatively little, but he downloaded troves worth of information onto a small disk. His glasses scanned enough of the tree house to give almost a complete detailed blue print. His boss would be very pleased indeed. Now for an escape. He needed a distraction. He considered feigning an attack so the Punks Next Door would be sufficiently distracted for his escape, but luckily, feigning an attack wouldn't be necessary, as one was approaching.
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So far, the two boys seemed evenly matched. Ben was incredibly powerful, but Numbuh Four was more agile, and faster. The two were so engrossed in their match that they failed to notice when Numbuhs Three and Five had made a recovery.
"You...little...punk." Ben panted. Beating the tar out of Five operatives was hard, especially ones that wouldn't go down, like this one.
"Freaking...Dork..." Numbuh Four was equally tired. "Big" Ben was proving to be just about invincible. Sure, he was winding down, but Numbuh Four didn't have much fight left. Luckily for him, though, Calvary was here.
Numbuh Five fired a shot to her enemy's back. With his endurance winding down, Ben was far more vulnerable to attacks. She hit right at a wound. Ben screamed in pain. He turned around to face the ebony operative. With the look on his face, Numbuh Five was sure judgment day had come for her at last.
Ben had no time do dish out more punishment, as something blasted it's way through a wall in the tree house. It was the four remaining Delightful Children in large drill-like machine.
The cockpit opened, and Andy moved his arms franticly in some non- verbal language. Ben answered back in the same, silent sign language. It didn't look like American Sign Language.
'What are you doing here?!' Ben signed frantically.
'Father is most furious! He told us to come get you! Taking off on your own like that a resorting to barbaric violence is going to give us a bad reputation!' Andy signed
'I'm trying to prove a point!' Ben signed back. 'And don't sign so close!'
Numbuh Three watched this all with innocent interest. What were the Delightful Dorks doing? It looked like fun! Why not try it?
The Delightful Children looked on in fear of what Numbuh Three signed. This made them speak in unison again.
"Kids Next Door...Battle Stations!? I thought only we knew these signs?" The yelled frantically.
Numbuh Three wondered what the Delightful Children were so worried about. He moved her hands in nonsense, yet they got so worked up over what she was doing.
"Anyway," The four Delightful Children said. "Come Ben," They said, offering their hands, "You did a good job weakening them, now let's finish them off. The Delightful way." They finished with one of their monotonous cackles.
"Fine..." Ben said indifferently.
"All right, then!" His siblings said, raising the drill claw to attack.
"Hold On!" Ben yelled, "Let me get inside first, Dorkasses!"
He mumbled incoherent, dirty things as he climbed the drill monster. He placed himself rightfully behind everyone else, next to John.
"Kids Next Door... Any last requests?" They intoned mockingly. When no replay came, All but Ben said,
"Wow, Ben, you really beat the tar out of them. They can barely stand, let alone fight."
Numbuh One had already drifted into unconsciousness, Numbuh Two hadn't gotten up yet, Numbuhs Four and Five looked on their last legs. Numbuh Three looked tired, but not beaten. But they were sure she wouldn't pose much of a problem.
The Drilled machine looked almost humanoid. There was a central cockpit as the chest, with drills as hands, and clawed crusher feet. The cockpit had another large drill on top of it.
"So, it was YOU who sent that Spyder guy to destroy us is that it?!" Numbuh Four yelled to the monster above him.
"Who's Spyder?" they asked as the monster's drill hand came in the crush him. He jumped out of the way, just in time. If things went the right way, they wouldn't even have to deal with Mikey and his goons. Mikey wouldn't get his revenge, and they would finally be free of the Kids Next Door.
Numbuh Four rolled away, this wasn't good. The team was still weak from Ben's assault. If things went as they always did, The Kids Next Door would be done for. Numbuh Four fired his laser, but it didn't seem to have much affect. The enemy continued to cackle menacingly as they aimed for him again.
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Holy Christwagons! The whole family is now cracking down on the poor kids next door. How will they get out of this one? And what about Spyder?
1. Ben (Tall guy, the leader. in GROWUP, he grabbed the keys.)
2. Anne (Brown hair, glasses, and fat like Numbuh Two)
3. Chelsea (She looks like Numbuh Three)
4. Andy (Looks like Numbuh Four)
5. John 'Pinball' Little (black, wears a red helmet while Numbuh Five wears a red hat.)
Thanks to all who have given me input. Owning Kids Next Door would make me cry with tears of joy, but I am a dry-eyed writer who doesn't own KND. I haven't been updating, as I was watching my brother die at the hands of KH Sephroph.
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Ben loomed menacingly over the short, blond fighter. He actually looked like he was going to honor the threat he had made.
Numbuh Four hid any terror. His hardened eyes gave nothing away. He held his coke bottle laser close. Ben's face was slightly singed, but other then that, he looked more angry then hurt. He was bruised all over, and he looked bloodthirsty.
"You shot me....in the face.......you'll sorely regret that." Ben growled.
With a mighty grunt he punched the floor, sending planks into the air. Wood splinters filled the air. A nice new hole was formed on the tree house floor. The impact sent Numbuh Four flying. He landed some four feet away. Ben jumped to crush the orange operative, only to hit the hardwood floor, as Numbuh Four rolled out of the way. He shot the tall boy in the chest.
Ben grunted in pain. As he grabbed, and missed, for the short fighter. Wallabe grappled Ben's outstretched hand and used it to pull him over himself and land a high kick to Ben's stomach. He shot him in the stomach with the laser, which caused Ben to howl in pain. Ben wrenched his hand free of Numbuh Four's grip. Then he grabbed the operative's wrists, lifted in the air and slammed him hard on his back. Ben lifted and dropped his foot down on the operative to crush him, but Numbuh Four's foot raised up to meet his. He smiled as he kicked up to trip the taller boy by sending his leg into the air. It almost worked as Ben was still holding on to Numbuh Four. Ben lost his balance, which was enough for Numbuh Four to land sufficient blows to the larger boy.
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Spyder could carry relatively little, but he downloaded troves worth of information onto a small disk. His glasses scanned enough of the tree house to give almost a complete detailed blue print. His boss would be very pleased indeed. Now for an escape. He needed a distraction. He considered feigning an attack so the Punks Next Door would be sufficiently distracted for his escape, but luckily, feigning an attack wouldn't be necessary, as one was approaching.
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So far, the two boys seemed evenly matched. Ben was incredibly powerful, but Numbuh Four was more agile, and faster. The two were so engrossed in their match that they failed to notice when Numbuhs Three and Five had made a recovery.
"You...little...punk." Ben panted. Beating the tar out of Five operatives was hard, especially ones that wouldn't go down, like this one.
"Freaking...Dork..." Numbuh Four was equally tired. "Big" Ben was proving to be just about invincible. Sure, he was winding down, but Numbuh Four didn't have much fight left. Luckily for him, though, Calvary was here.
Numbuh Five fired a shot to her enemy's back. With his endurance winding down, Ben was far more vulnerable to attacks. She hit right at a wound. Ben screamed in pain. He turned around to face the ebony operative. With the look on his face, Numbuh Five was sure judgment day had come for her at last.
Ben had no time do dish out more punishment, as something blasted it's way through a wall in the tree house. It was the four remaining Delightful Children in large drill-like machine.
The cockpit opened, and Andy moved his arms franticly in some non- verbal language. Ben answered back in the same, silent sign language. It didn't look like American Sign Language.
'What are you doing here?!' Ben signed frantically.
'Father is most furious! He told us to come get you! Taking off on your own like that a resorting to barbaric violence is going to give us a bad reputation!' Andy signed
'I'm trying to prove a point!' Ben signed back. 'And don't sign so close!'
Numbuh Three watched this all with innocent interest. What were the Delightful Dorks doing? It looked like fun! Why not try it?
The Delightful Children looked on in fear of what Numbuh Three signed. This made them speak in unison again.
"Kids Next Door...Battle Stations!? I thought only we knew these signs?" The yelled frantically.
Numbuh Three wondered what the Delightful Children were so worried about. He moved her hands in nonsense, yet they got so worked up over what she was doing.
"Anyway," The four Delightful Children said. "Come Ben," They said, offering their hands, "You did a good job weakening them, now let's finish them off. The Delightful way." They finished with one of their monotonous cackles.
"Fine..." Ben said indifferently.
"All right, then!" His siblings said, raising the drill claw to attack.
"Hold On!" Ben yelled, "Let me get inside first, Dorkasses!"
He mumbled incoherent, dirty things as he climbed the drill monster. He placed himself rightfully behind everyone else, next to John.
"Kids Next Door... Any last requests?" They intoned mockingly. When no replay came, All but Ben said,
"Wow, Ben, you really beat the tar out of them. They can barely stand, let alone fight."
Numbuh One had already drifted into unconsciousness, Numbuh Two hadn't gotten up yet, Numbuhs Four and Five looked on their last legs. Numbuh Three looked tired, but not beaten. But they were sure she wouldn't pose much of a problem.
The Drilled machine looked almost humanoid. There was a central cockpit as the chest, with drills as hands, and clawed crusher feet. The cockpit had another large drill on top of it.
"So, it was YOU who sent that Spyder guy to destroy us is that it?!" Numbuh Four yelled to the monster above him.
"Who's Spyder?" they asked as the monster's drill hand came in the crush him. He jumped out of the way, just in time. If things went the right way, they wouldn't even have to deal with Mikey and his goons. Mikey wouldn't get his revenge, and they would finally be free of the Kids Next Door.
Numbuh Four rolled away, this wasn't good. The team was still weak from Ben's assault. If things went as they always did, The Kids Next Door would be done for. Numbuh Four fired his laser, but it didn't seem to have much affect. The enemy continued to cackle menacingly as they aimed for him again.
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Holy Christwagons! The whole family is now cracking down on the poor kids next door. How will they get out of this one? And what about Spyder?