Cyber said that anyone who had seen Godfather would have seen Mikey's idea right through. Well, I never saw Godfather.
"Did you honestly think that would work?" Giovanni asked Mikey's shadowy form.
"No, to be honest, I didn't."
"Hey! Gio! You're spekin' English. That's gud!" Clover said, sipping the nontoxic vanilla coke.
"Yes, I am. If you didn't think it would work, boss, then why did you try it?"
"If that would have nailed their leader, then there would have been no point to getting the crew to fight them. Killing them that easily would have deemed them unworthy, and I could have called everything off with minimal compensation. A test of sorts."
"Ah."
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The next morning, one could have been easily misled into thinking that it was snowing. Instead, the whole neighborhood was covered in toilet paper. The WHOLE neighborhood. The ruins of Delightful Manor were buried under layers of the stuff, the tree house seemed less formidable covered in many layers of bathroom tissue. The KND security had picked up nothing but a black flash, then the white of toilet paper.
People everywhere wondered what had happened, all except one lone teenager. She had cleared off enough paper to sit on a park bench. Cree spoke into the communicator with Father.
"Nothing to worry about, Father. Definitely the Tolinater's work." How did he get the tree house? "He has a son, remember? A goth geek kid at my school. He's got weirdo powers." The Tolinater's son? Is he...? "Yes, Father, that was the boy, the one who escaped. The only one to ever defy your will." The memory enraged Cree and Father alike. Phil had run away from Father after plowing through most of Father's defenses like they were....his dad.
Meanwhile, the Tolinater himself had called Giovanni, and told him that he had in fact, not rolled into a corner and died, like Fibb had hoped.
"Hey, I have a DAY JOB." Tolinater said, angrily.
"You did make a deal with the boss, though."
"I can't help it, I work long hours."
"Well, get tomorrow off, the boss has a job for you."
"Fine. Does my son play a part in this?"
"Spawn of the Tolinater? Yes, I think we can find a use for him."
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Things were not going well at the tree house, Ben and Chad butted heads on EVERYTHING. The other children merely tolerated this, but Numbuh One was wondering if they'd have to get someone else from global command to help. To make matters worse, the Interesting Twins From Under the Mountain had arrived, and made everything worse.
"You had no authorization to recruit new members from your side!"
"You have no control over us, Chad. If we feel that we would be best suited by employing help From the Interesting Twins from Under the Mountain, then that is what we'll do. They have as much to do with this as you."
Chad could find nothing illegal with this and left.
That evening, 274 found Ben in a storage facility, "Tell me, Ben.How do you remember me, anyways? It took us forever to capture you and decommission you, but we did. So how do you remember being in the Kids Next Door at all?"
"Of course. I was decommissioned, I know." The tall brunette turned to face Chad. His eyes fell to the floor, as he recalled the memory, "After I was decommissioned, I resumed life as if I had never joined the Kids Next Door. I remembered nothing, as not to come attack you. However." He paused for a moment.
"Go on...." Chad urged.
"I was painting one of the towers on the manner, as I had just failed a math test. I sat on the scaffolding, painting that tower that was right over pond. I was being reckless, " he said, putting a hand to his shoulder," Because I thought that if I fell, I'd land in the pond. I reached for the orange paint, but it was too far away. I lost balance, and the scaffolding toppled over. I missed the pons and landed on the ground. I was lucky to have lived. Luckily, I landed on my feet, then I fell on my head. My ankles were broken, but I lived. When I came to, all of my memories that the last Numbuh 86 had drained from me were back."
Ben smiled wickedly at the thought of outsmarting the KND, "After I regained my memories, I thought only of revenge, so..."
"You set out to become the complete opposite of what the Kids Next Door stand for." Numbuh One finished. The two turned to see Numbuh One in the doorway.
"How long have you been standing there?" Ben asked, "Let me guess, long enough?"
"Numbuh One peered at the noodle-like boy over his sunglasses, "You got it. You were so angry at the Kids Next Door, that you made a deal with your Father. You somehow brainwashed your siblings to join you as well, and one by one, you all started drinking coffee, and that's what makes you 'Delightful". That's what 'Father's Children' are made of, just vengeful kids." Numbuh One said, walking to one end of the storage room to mark inventory.
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Cree left the park and left for lunch, just in time to see that goth geek she hated. He was older, and had a driver's licence. She saw him sitting in the back of his father's blue truck They had to use Tolinater's prized blue truck, as the yellow car he owned was repossessed because they ran it through Wink and Fibb's yard. Well, Spawn of the Tolinater liked the truck more, anyway.
"G' afternoon, Cree." He said friendly. He knew that would severely bug her. She scoffed as they passed.
"Love you, too."
Just then, swinging from tree to tree, the mighty Tolinater landed on the roof of the cab.
"Come, my child! We must go to the Sweet Revenge!!" Tolinater said loudly enough to attract the attention of everyone in a fifty feet radius of the truck.
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The Interesting Twins were located under the truck of the Tolinater, their job was to spy on Mikey and his henchmen. This was very easy of course, though holding on under a truck as a reckless driver swerved through the roads was quite frightening.
"Fortune has smiled upon us this day, sister."
"It has indeed, brother."
The Tolinater got onto the ship by picking up enough speed to drive up th side of the ship for a few seconds, then
When they saw Mikey for the first time, they couldn't believe their eyes. Mikey was a kid! And this child put Father in the hospital.
"This is the leader? A mere child?" Kane asked herself. They were disguised as the old cat lady, whom they had knocked out. They recognized Kazuo, they had played together when they were five and he was six; a year later, he left for America. Now he had grown into a sword wielding maniac, according to the Delightful Children. All villains were on the deck of the modified Sweet Revenge, now a metal plated battleship. Sitting in the Captain's chair was Mikey, in his best suit, a pinstriped business suit with a black dress shirt and white tie. He wore shiny black dress shoes and black socks. On his head was a black bowler. He waited for it to get quiet.
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Giovanni patrolled the area for anything suspicious, expecting the Kids Next Door or the Delightful Children to try something. It wasn't long before he saw the unconscious body of the Old Cat Lady. He left immediately to see the boss.
Getting to the deck of the ship, he saw the Old Cat Lady again, though he had left her where she was. She couldn't have gotten up and beat him here, he'd know. And these spys thought they could fool him...
"Ladies!" Mikey said, standing, "The day is finally at hand! The day we destroy the Kids Next Door!"
There was loud cheering from the staggering amount of villains that had shown up.
"Unfortunately, not everyone has our vision (Or our insanity), to participate."
The crowd booed and hissed.
"But they will serve our cause....as examples!"
More cheering from the crowd.
Just then, Giovanni stormed over to the Cat Lady, and pulled her dress off. Everyone gasped, seeing the Interesting Twins. They laughed shakily.
Mikey's eyes blazed, "Giovanni, Spyder, Clover....show our audience here a REAL example as to why they joined me in the first place!"
The Interesting Twins gulped as Mikey walked over, grabbed Kane's communicator, and smashed it under heel. He kicked the scraps away. Kane could only stare at the smashed technology, her hopes with it. Yasashiku stared into the eyes of Mikey....they looked like Father's.
Author's comment: I am sleepy.
"Did you honestly think that would work?" Giovanni asked Mikey's shadowy form.
"No, to be honest, I didn't."
"Hey! Gio! You're spekin' English. That's gud!" Clover said, sipping the nontoxic vanilla coke.
"Yes, I am. If you didn't think it would work, boss, then why did you try it?"
"If that would have nailed their leader, then there would have been no point to getting the crew to fight them. Killing them that easily would have deemed them unworthy, and I could have called everything off with minimal compensation. A test of sorts."
"Ah."
############
The next morning, one could have been easily misled into thinking that it was snowing. Instead, the whole neighborhood was covered in toilet paper. The WHOLE neighborhood. The ruins of Delightful Manor were buried under layers of the stuff, the tree house seemed less formidable covered in many layers of bathroom tissue. The KND security had picked up nothing but a black flash, then the white of toilet paper.
People everywhere wondered what had happened, all except one lone teenager. She had cleared off enough paper to sit on a park bench. Cree spoke into the communicator with Father.
"Nothing to worry about, Father. Definitely the Tolinater's work." How did he get the tree house? "He has a son, remember? A goth geek kid at my school. He's got weirdo powers." The Tolinater's son? Is he...? "Yes, Father, that was the boy, the one who escaped. The only one to ever defy your will." The memory enraged Cree and Father alike. Phil had run away from Father after plowing through most of Father's defenses like they were....his dad.
Meanwhile, the Tolinater himself had called Giovanni, and told him that he had in fact, not rolled into a corner and died, like Fibb had hoped.
"Hey, I have a DAY JOB." Tolinater said, angrily.
"You did make a deal with the boss, though."
"I can't help it, I work long hours."
"Well, get tomorrow off, the boss has a job for you."
"Fine. Does my son play a part in this?"
"Spawn of the Tolinater? Yes, I think we can find a use for him."
######################
Things were not going well at the tree house, Ben and Chad butted heads on EVERYTHING. The other children merely tolerated this, but Numbuh One was wondering if they'd have to get someone else from global command to help. To make matters worse, the Interesting Twins From Under the Mountain had arrived, and made everything worse.
"You had no authorization to recruit new members from your side!"
"You have no control over us, Chad. If we feel that we would be best suited by employing help From the Interesting Twins from Under the Mountain, then that is what we'll do. They have as much to do with this as you."
Chad could find nothing illegal with this and left.
That evening, 274 found Ben in a storage facility, "Tell me, Ben.How do you remember me, anyways? It took us forever to capture you and decommission you, but we did. So how do you remember being in the Kids Next Door at all?"
"Of course. I was decommissioned, I know." The tall brunette turned to face Chad. His eyes fell to the floor, as he recalled the memory, "After I was decommissioned, I resumed life as if I had never joined the Kids Next Door. I remembered nothing, as not to come attack you. However." He paused for a moment.
"Go on...." Chad urged.
"I was painting one of the towers on the manner, as I had just failed a math test. I sat on the scaffolding, painting that tower that was right over pond. I was being reckless, " he said, putting a hand to his shoulder," Because I thought that if I fell, I'd land in the pond. I reached for the orange paint, but it was too far away. I lost balance, and the scaffolding toppled over. I missed the pons and landed on the ground. I was lucky to have lived. Luckily, I landed on my feet, then I fell on my head. My ankles were broken, but I lived. When I came to, all of my memories that the last Numbuh 86 had drained from me were back."
Ben smiled wickedly at the thought of outsmarting the KND, "After I regained my memories, I thought only of revenge, so..."
"You set out to become the complete opposite of what the Kids Next Door stand for." Numbuh One finished. The two turned to see Numbuh One in the doorway.
"How long have you been standing there?" Ben asked, "Let me guess, long enough?"
"Numbuh One peered at the noodle-like boy over his sunglasses, "You got it. You were so angry at the Kids Next Door, that you made a deal with your Father. You somehow brainwashed your siblings to join you as well, and one by one, you all started drinking coffee, and that's what makes you 'Delightful". That's what 'Father's Children' are made of, just vengeful kids." Numbuh One said, walking to one end of the storage room to mark inventory.
#####################
Cree left the park and left for lunch, just in time to see that goth geek she hated. He was older, and had a driver's licence. She saw him sitting in the back of his father's blue truck They had to use Tolinater's prized blue truck, as the yellow car he owned was repossessed because they ran it through Wink and Fibb's yard. Well, Spawn of the Tolinater liked the truck more, anyway.
"G' afternoon, Cree." He said friendly. He knew that would severely bug her. She scoffed as they passed.
"Love you, too."
Just then, swinging from tree to tree, the mighty Tolinater landed on the roof of the cab.
"Come, my child! We must go to the Sweet Revenge!!" Tolinater said loudly enough to attract the attention of everyone in a fifty feet radius of the truck.
################
The Interesting Twins were located under the truck of the Tolinater, their job was to spy on Mikey and his henchmen. This was very easy of course, though holding on under a truck as a reckless driver swerved through the roads was quite frightening.
"Fortune has smiled upon us this day, sister."
"It has indeed, brother."
The Tolinater got onto the ship by picking up enough speed to drive up th side of the ship for a few seconds, then
When they saw Mikey for the first time, they couldn't believe their eyes. Mikey was a kid! And this child put Father in the hospital.
"This is the leader? A mere child?" Kane asked herself. They were disguised as the old cat lady, whom they had knocked out. They recognized Kazuo, they had played together when they were five and he was six; a year later, he left for America. Now he had grown into a sword wielding maniac, according to the Delightful Children. All villains were on the deck of the modified Sweet Revenge, now a metal plated battleship. Sitting in the Captain's chair was Mikey, in his best suit, a pinstriped business suit with a black dress shirt and white tie. He wore shiny black dress shoes and black socks. On his head was a black bowler. He waited for it to get quiet.
######################
Giovanni patrolled the area for anything suspicious, expecting the Kids Next Door or the Delightful Children to try something. It wasn't long before he saw the unconscious body of the Old Cat Lady. He left immediately to see the boss.
Getting to the deck of the ship, he saw the Old Cat Lady again, though he had left her where she was. She couldn't have gotten up and beat him here, he'd know. And these spys thought they could fool him...
"Ladies!" Mikey said, standing, "The day is finally at hand! The day we destroy the Kids Next Door!"
There was loud cheering from the staggering amount of villains that had shown up.
"Unfortunately, not everyone has our vision (Or our insanity), to participate."
The crowd booed and hissed.
"But they will serve our cause....as examples!"
More cheering from the crowd.
Just then, Giovanni stormed over to the Cat Lady, and pulled her dress off. Everyone gasped, seeing the Interesting Twins. They laughed shakily.
Mikey's eyes blazed, "Giovanni, Spyder, Clover....show our audience here a REAL example as to why they joined me in the first place!"
The Interesting Twins gulped as Mikey walked over, grabbed Kane's communicator, and smashed it under heel. He kicked the scraps away. Kane could only stare at the smashed technology, her hopes with it. Yasashiku stared into the eyes of Mikey....they looked like Father's.
Author's comment: I am sleepy.