Still no guesses for Mikey? Well, look at his occupation and description for a clue. HINT:Gundam
Ben's team was desperately trying to stall fire while Numbuh Five got the control to the dragon attacking them, but they were finding this difficult, as that metal menace seemed to know what was going on. It spewed fire at the ebony operative, she could just keep from being barbecued by the monster.
"Leave her alone!" Ben raged as he leaped on the dragon's head. The result was spectacular. The live cables connected with Ben and he dropped like a stone. But soon he was on the dragon's head again, now that he had something to prove. The voltage once again hit him like a sledge and he stiffened like a pencil. Once again he was sent flying. Anyone else might have given up. Not Ben. He grabbed hold of the dragon's hair and held it there again to keep it from getting to Abby. His hair stood on end and he bellowed like mad. Everyone stared. Ben looked at his teammates.
"What....are.....you....WAITING FOR!?" he yelled. Numbuh Five scrambled to get to the top of the crow's nest.
"That voltage will surely cause him to go into cardiac arrest!" Chelsea screamed, hands on her face.
"Man! Ben's gonna be toast!" John yelled.
Once again, the voltage proved to be too much, and he was slammed back. Now he was really not going to give up, and, snarling deeper then ever, he pulled the dragon back from advancing again. The electricity really hammered him this time, he slammed back and forth with the power circulating through him, his hair becoming a stiff, brown bottle brush. Though his teammates thought the power would kill him, this time he was not going to let go. He pulled as hard he could, his hands in a death grip pit bull vice grip, slashing back and forth.
Except for Numbuh Five, his Friends ran to him, worried that the voltage would kill him. His eyes rolled back in his skull, with only the whites showing, he frothed at the mouth, but he still held fast. They got there as Numbuh Five grabbed the control and fell off the crows nest.
"Got it!" She said as she unlocked the controls and turned the thing off. The dragon's eyes went as black as the rest of it, the fiery tail had sputtered out. Ben stood there, his hands not off the now safe wires. His chest was heaving, hair still on end. He finally let go of the dragon, looking like a bottle brush, but with a great deal of dignity.
Then his demonic demeanor faded and he smiled.
"I thought I was going to die. I guess we showed it. Come, we shall take it back to headquarters. Then Numbuh Two can examine it." He looked at his now burned hands.
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Destroying artwork was proving to be difficult. The statue heads were gone, but they were replaced by a seemingly endless supply of sculptures. Andy was loosing to the angel, Numbuh One valiantly fought off a naked Greek sculpture with a disk for a weapon, and Numbuh Two battled with another Greek sculpture. Anne had finally destroyed the mobile, only to have it replaced with another, this time made of colorful metal plates.
Numbuh Three was the only one not fighting, as she was dancing on the rails. She ran into Giovanni, and insisted that they dance. Giovanni was bewildered, but he refused to let that show. She grabbed his arms and waved them around, he kept sputtering declines, but the Japanese girl refused his decline.
"Dance with me!"
"No."
"Plllease! It's fun!"
"Go away."
She started to sing the rainbow monkey song, and pulled her unwilling partner around. He wrenched his hands away, but she didn't notice, she did a twirl in midair and the motion knocked the refined Italian over the guard rail. He hit his head on the rail and he fell to the story below. The angel that attacked Andy caught him, but the control that Giovanni used fell into a fountain. The control shorted out. Soon the statues reverted to their original positions and the mobile fell limp. Giovanni lay there in the angel's arms. He was unconscious, his scarred face away from the enemy. Without the scar or the beady eyes, he lay there, seemingly innocent, looking like a sacrifice layed out on the arms of the angel.
"Good work, team." Numbuh One said. "Let's apprehend Giovanni and get out of here.
"I don't think so!" Count Spankalot said. He had finally came to. He disappeared in a puff of black smoke and reappeared on the angel. He picked up the unconscious gangster, "You won this time, but next time you won't be so lucky!" He laughed, and caring the gangster in his arms, disappeared.
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Sneaking into the tree house was no picnic for the Kid Mafia gangsters. They rushed into the house, running as fast as the could to not get shot, and rushed again to get to the tree house. Mikey grudgingly realized how little refined this was. His mood darkened when he saw Cree, in samurai attire, drinking soda over their assassin. Clover immediately assumed the worst scenario.
"What did you do to Spyder!?" she yelled.
This outburst offended Cree. She stiffened and angrily shot, "Nothin' ! We were just fighting and he just collapsed. How did you get in here without getting shot at?"
"We're special." Mikey said, his words dripping with sarcasm. He loved pissing teens and adults off. They were there for entertainment anyway, while the weak kids were for exploiting. That was why Mikey was a criminal, he couldn't afford to be weak, because then you'd be crushed in no time. Cree snorted and turned her cheek.
She didn't notice that Clover had flown off on a tangent and attacked the her. She didn't have time to react before the angry Irish lass tackled her. Cree threw the lass over her head and she landed on the couch. Clover shook it off, shook her head like a dog, uttered a low growl, and charged again. She stopped before hitting Cree, as the lass got into a kick boxing stance. Mikey got a soda from the Kids Next Door kitchen and sipped quietly as the cat fight resumed.
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Stickybeard was a tad annoyed that the Irish minx hadn't shown up yet. She was supposed to approve the battle plans he had made. Right now, he was docked when he could be taking candy. That Italian brat had promised troves of candy for the pirate and the destruction of the Kids Next Door for the cooperation, but now the captain of candy was loosing patience. Besides, Knightbrace was here, and the two were ready to rip each other's throats out.
He grumbled as he unwrapped a lolly and tried to shut out Knightbrace's sermons. Stickybeard considered tyeing the crazed candy shop owner to the mast and gag him to keep him quiet. Keeping the peace were Mr. Wink and Mr. Fibb, who Stickybeard suspected as being...nah, won't say it. They both sat together on treasure chests of candy, stating the obvious to each other.
"Clover is late, Mr Wink."
"She is indeed, Mr.Fibb, if she doesn't get here soon, I fear that our comrades might kill each other."
"I agree entirely, Mr. Wink."
There was one more villain here, and it was his turn to be annoyed. The Common Cold leaned over the ship's edge, eye twitching. Today was his cold's fifteenth anniversary. He'd had the same cold for exactly fifteen years. Between Knighbrace's rants, Stickybeard's threats, Wink and Fibb's talking, and Tolinater and Clover's absence, he was feeling worse then usual.
"I'm going looking for Clober." he called over his shoulder, and flew away.
He had just left when Count Spankalot appeared in a puff of smoke on the deck of the Sweet Revenge. He was carrying second in command of the Kid Mafia, Giovanni Panzanelli, both looking like crap. The count lay down the unconscious boy on the deck. KnightBrace ran to him.
"It's okay, I'm a doctor." he said.
"No, you're not. You're a dentist." Stickybeard said, pointing his candy cane hook at the self- appointed doctor.
"He might have a chipped tooth." KnightBrace said defensively.
"Perhaps, you should explain what happened, Count Spankalot." Mr. Wink said coolly, remembering that the count had joined the Kids Next Door, with his entrance being their expense.
"Yes, tell us how this happened." Mr. Fibb said.
The count cleared his throat and sat down.
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"Uh..Clover? We'd better go. We don't want to be here when the KNDorks get here, I'm not ready." Mikey said.
"You go' lucky, mate. We need to go." Clover panted. Not a second earlier, they had been engaged in battle. Now Mikey slung Spyder over his shoulder, groaning with the weight. He started for the door, but was blocked by Cree.
"You think you can attack me and jut call it off?!" she growled with fire in her eyes. Mikey's eyes contrasted nicely, they were icy cold.
"I can do whatever I want." he growled, and threw something at the assassin. It was a contact release smoke bomb. Cree covered her mouth and eyes. She coughed violently. When the smoke cleared, all three gangsters were gone.
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The mafia gangsters were lucky. The Deathstrike could run without the help of a pilot, and they used it to cover fire. They were annoyingly late for their meeting on the Sweet Revenge. Spyder's eyes fluttered awake, still baring the mark of the Deathstrike. Mikey put his glasses on for him. The assassin sat up.
"Where's Cree?" he growled. No sooner had he said that that he passed out again. The other two gangsters shrugged. For a almost totaled weapon, the AFOF-12 was moving with surprising agility and speed. Clover knew enough about the demonic scorpion mech to program it to get to Stickybeard's.
"I hope Giovanni's there." Mikey said.
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Both teams arrived at the tree house at relatively the same time. Both had explained their near failures, and laughed at how they each earned victory. Ben's hair refused to come back down, it still stuck straight up. All ten children arrived in the main room. Cree spat out her soda the second she saw Father's children.
"Wha-where- What are you doing here? Don't tell me you've sided with my sister?! Ben, what the hell did you do to your hair?" The Delightful Children From Down the Lane straightened, fixed their ties, and Andy smoothing his tattered dress jacket.
"Cree, dear, we found this to be a necessary evil in order to apprehend and bring to justice, Father's attackers. We sided together to fight a common enemy. Tell Father that his Delightful Children are working on avenging him.
"But the Kids Next Door?! How could you? Have you no dignity?! That's my sister!" Cree objected.
"I told you..." Anne grumbled.
"Like we had a choice." Andy said.
"Since when did you all talk separately?" Cree asked. The dialog distracted Cree long enough for Numbuh Five to attack her older sister. They fought briefly, the operatives cheering Numbuh Five along, the Delightful Children saying nothing. Cree leaped for the window, and said, "Wait 'till Father finds out about this!" She laughed wickedly, and left.
"Our Father......is going to kill us when he finds out about this..." The Delightful Children faltered, they seemed on the edge of crying.
Sorry for this chapter being so late, but I've been doing other things. Now I'll get back to this.