Chaptuh Eleventy is up! So is Chaptuh Onety-one! Enjoy!

Morning at the tree house. Numbuh One had already issued everyone that Clover's escape was part of the plan. Off all the Delightful Children, the only ones who knew how to cook were John and Ben. Everyone else was used to the household help cooking.

John had used to have to cook all the time. He smiled under that helmet, being a Delightful Child...ever since he was adopted by 'Father' , he'd never had it so good, or so bad in his life. The abuse and missions from Father were horrible. But he was never alone, like he used to be. Without anyone looking, he felt the barely noticeable scar on his forehead. Unlike so many other scars he had on his body, this one was caused not by Father, or another gang member. He had done this to himself.

He'd just gotten word from his mother that she was putting him up for adoption. He had been living in foster homes since he was five, and services had taken him away from his mother. She'd always say that she'd one day marry someone with money and then show Child Protection services so they would let her have him back. She found a man. They fell in love, and the man had hated John. He was born out of wedlock. No father, a bastard child. It was against the man's principles to have such a son. John's mother had to make a choice. John or her new fiancé.

One week later, John got a letter. Simply put, John's mother was putting him up for adoption, she wasn't going to contact him anymore. She was going to get married in a nice, big church to a nice man, who didn't want anything to do with him.

The letter hurt, and out of emotional pain, he did third to his forehead. He slammed his head repeatedly against a tree trunk.

Ben cooked because all Kids Next Door operatives knew how to cook. The kitchen had stayed the same, much to Ben's surprise. He was fixing breakfast, as much as he hated helping the Kids Next Door, it wasn't like he had a choice. If he wanted the attacks to stop, he'd have to team up. Clover had made it painfully clear that they were in as much trouble as the Kids Next Door. As much as he hated cooking for his enemies, it brought back memories of being an operative again. Those were the days, days when he had real freedom. Molly and Mom were still alive. HE was ALIVE. Father had little say in what he did. Numbuh 274 was still more concerned about kid's rights and fighting oppressive adults then his own rank. Numbuh 271 was still an operative, and when he was around, he taught Ben everything he knew. He used to love Numbuh 272's jokes and Numbuh 273's cooking. Ben thought, Man, Numbuhs 271, 272, and 275 must all be over aged by now. That leaves only Chad left. And he's getting old, too. The thought of Numbuh 274's treachery infuriated Ben. If it wasn't for him, I'd still be an operative...not wearing a damn suit. The best years of his life were gone because of Chad.....he fucking HATED him. Hated. Hated. Hated. The KND was falling now. The golden days were over, the operatives getting soft. He wanted to tell Father exactly how to get rid of them once and for all, but why would HE listen to him? An adult taking orders from a kid? Unheard of.

Pancakes, sausages, and hash browns were breakfast.

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Angelo was sleeping off the night of partying he had before. Just because he was still a kid at heart didn't mean he couldn't have some grown up fun. His hair was long and red, like his brother's, but better kept. They looked alike. He awoke with the sound of a phone in his ear. Cursing in Italian, he answered the phone, "Ciao?" a pause, "Mikey! It's Clover!" The man yelled. When his brother didn't come to get the phone, Angelo looked down the hall. Mikey was parallel to him, concentrating on eating his Cheerios. His a mighty swing, the kid-at-heart threw the cordless phone directly at his brother.

Mikey was tired, staying up all night made you that way. He was staring at the cereal bowl, when something smashed into the back of his head. The impact and surprise made Mikey's head plunge into the milk and cereal. The phone bounced off his head and land right on the table. Mikey yelled some English and Italian obscenities at his dozing brother before picking up the phone and listen to a laughing Clover.

"Hey, Mikey! Top ov the mornin' to ya." Clover said cheerfully, "I've escaped. And nothin' happened."

Mikey was wide awake now.

"Ha Ha! Great job Clover! You did good, M'lady! If everything goes well, we'll have everyone destroyed in one fell swoop! Where are you?"

"I'm at Spyder's."

"Okay! Tell Spyder I'm coming over. Ya hear that Spy..er, um, Kazuo?! I'm coming over right now! I'll be ten minutes!"

He called Giovanni, who was amazingly up and already dressed, "Get to Spyder's." was the only thing he said.

Seven and a half minutes later, the leader of the gang rang the doorbell to Spyder's house. A Japanese woman in a morning robe answered.

"Yes?" she asked in an Asian accent.

"I'd like to talk to Kazuo, if you don't mind." The Italian said respectfully.

"All right. Please, come in." The woman, Spyder's mother, answered, opening the door to let Mikey in. With all due respect of Spyder's mother's culture, Mikey removed his shoes stepping in, and put on the red house shoes Spyder's mom had given him years ago. He noticed that the green ones Clover and the black ones Giovanni wore were gone. He walked past Renaissance style paintings, sculptures, and Japaneses scrolls and artwork. Mikey was used to this cultural convergence.

Spyder's furniture was traditional Japanese style. However, you could see Italian pop star posters adorning his walls and 80's music played from Spyder's impressive entertainment center. High tech equipment was everywhere. Technical print outs for many of Spyder's inventions were everywhere, written in Japan's three alphabets and Italian. Amazingly enough, Giovanni, who lived a lot farther then Mikey, was here- according to Giovanni- exactly two minutes and forty five seconds earlier then him. Giovanni was kind of freaky. Mikey removed his house shoes to step on the mats on the floor. He sat next to Clover.

"Okay. Giovanni, remove any bugs the KND might have put on her."

Giovanni swept a magnet over the green haired lass. A very small device attached itself to the magnet. Looking at it, it looked like Delightful technology. Giovanni removed it.

Spyder said, "Well, with the magnet, it's useless now." Giovanni shrugged, and dropped the little black device in a glass of water. The trio watched it short out. Giovanni finally spoke up.

"Boss, might I suggest we leave immediately, out the door facing away from the enemy base and head for our own base?"

"Hell yeah." Mikey said.

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Numbuh One was monitors the camera recordings of last night. If everything went well, Clover would lead them right to their base. There was a kink in their plans, however, as her teammates learned about the defective Delightful tracking device and promptly destroyed it. Even if it was waterproof, it would be ruined by the magnet. Their 2x4 technology would have been a better choice, but John, as the helmeted boy was called, was the one who tagged her when he bound her hands and feet. While she was tagged, however, Chelsea had proved to be right, she had led them to Spyder's house, and he had noticed the Italian Delightful Child going there, as well as a new stranger. The boy looked familiar, he was the obvious leader, as the recording device planted on Clover had revealed him as the 'boss'. Mikey, was his name, and the others took orders from him.

So the Delightful Children were telling the truth...Mikey was behind this. But where else had he heard of that name? From what else he gathered, he was organizing a group assault on the Kids Next Door, with the help of all of the villains. So far, the only ones not participating were Cree, Father, and his Delightful Children from Down the Lane. Cree was the first to be offered, but declined because she was too independent. Besides, she hated kids, and working with three was too much. When asked for their cooperation,The Delightful Children refused because of its undelightful nature, if Father had seen them act in such a manor as he was suggesting! Father hadn't even heard of the offer, his children were supposed to tell him. And now he was in the hospital. Mikey was probably thinking that The Delightful Children would attack him, so he made sure to cripple their forces as much as possible. So far, he'd surceased.

Numbuh Five walked in on her leader, "Numbuh Five's got you some munchies. Ben made some sausage and pancakes and hash browns." she said, placing the plate of food right next to Numbuh One on the desk.

"Thanks, Numbuh Five." He said," Sorry, for last night. Teaming up the the Delightful Children was the best option." Numbuh Five smiled.

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Former Tony's Italian Restaurant. This was the main base of one of the more feared children organizations. Running strong for twenty years, they always seemed to be able to escape every kids organization, most without even hearing about them. The Cowboy Kids Club, The Kids Next Door, The Delightful Children From Down the Lane. None had even come close to crushing them all. They can catch a few of us, but they can't get us all. Mikey thought. The reigns of leader had been passed down to him from the former leader; his brother, Angelo Ragazzi. The fact that Angelo was also Numbuh Twenty at the same time as leader, showed the weakness of the Kids Next Door. It was funny how easily the Kid Mafia moved among them. Sitting down on the soft leather chair he sighed. He hoped that the Kids Next Door or at least the Delightful Children would follow. Because when they did, they could find that it wasn't so easy to take down the most powerful organization children had ever seen. Spyder was gone, he had to help Stickybeard make the modifications to the "Sweet Revenge". Cool name for a ship. Mikey thought. Clover was off, informing his new minions. He had sorely wished The Delightful Children, Father, and Cree were in with him. Things would have gone much easier that way. But, the had served a purpose anyway. Just like Lime Ricky, they would be marked as sacrifice to the glorification to the mafia. He smiled at the thought of the money and candy would be flooding into his hands out of fear. Kids would pay anything for protection.

All he had to do now was iron out a few details, and his reign of terror would begin.

That was short! Well, I haven't Ben updating, as I have other papers due. The end of the year's coming up for all the little Texan kids. We get out in May, then come back in August. I was thinkin...If I moved to another state during summer vacation, where they get out in June and come back in September...then I'd get an extra month of summer! Cool.......