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Okay I admit it, I don't own KND, but all the wonderful characters belong to Tom Warburton. YOU WILL PRASIE HIM OR THE WORLD WILL SPLIT IN TWO. (men in white coats arrive to take me away)

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"Yeah," Numbuh Three shouted happily throwing an armful of clothes to Numbuh Five who silently packed them in a suitcase, "Were going to camp!"

"Uh," Numbuh Five said slowly, "You better calm down before you go nuts."

"Speaking of nuts," came a male voice walking into the room holding a can of pecans, "Do you guys want any."

Numbuh Five and Numbuh Three walked over to Numbuh Two and silently got a handful of pecans, then Numbuh Two threw the empty can onto the floor and the three of them plopped down in Numbuh Three's pile of Rainbow Monkey dolls and talked silently among themselves.

"Are you guys all packed," Numbuh Two asked them, shifting in the pile of colorful monkeys.

"Numbuh Five was packed days ago," Numbuh Five said quickly stealing a pecan out of the pile that Numbuh Three had set on the floor in order to hug a rainbow monkey, "But Numbuh Three is forcing me to help her, why are we going to this camp anyway?"

"Because silly," Numbuh Three said in a bright voice, "Numbuh One says that the Delightful Children are planning an attack on certain members of the team, so by sending those certain members to camp there out of danger."

Numbuh Three then reached down to eat her pecans but discovered there were none there, with a sad and confused face she began to move her dolls around looking for them frantically, little did she know that Numbuh Two and Numbuh Five had already eaten and digested them.

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Hours later the KND were loading on the bus, Numbuh Five plopped into a seat and Numbuh Two sat next to her, Numbuh Four nervously sat down next to Numbuh Three who gave him a sweet happy smile, he blushed. At last Numbuh Nine sat next to Numbuh One and the bus driver closed the doors and prepared (after buckling his seat belt) to pull out of the bus stop. That's when an Irish voice broke the air. (Guess who)

"Wait," The voice screamed as she ran up next to the bus, climbing on she gave the bus driver a curt nod and headed down the isle, It was Numbuh Eighty-Six, what a surprise.

Nigel let out a low groan and sunk down deeper in his seat hoping she didn't see him, too bad she did.

"Nigel Uno," She screamed loud enough to wake the dead, "What are you doing here."

"Protecting myself from the delightful Children," He replied in a haughty voice, "What are you doing here."

All of a sudden her voice got quieter and filled with embarrassment.

"Me mum says I have no friends," She said sadly, "I need to go to camp in order to make some."

"Well kids," The bus driver said in a loud booming voice, "Lets get going then."

He slammed on the gas and the bus flew forward causing Numbuh 86 to topple off her feet and hit the ground hard, the laughter started, at first in low snickers but rising until the whole bus echoed with the children's cruel laughing.

Numbuh 86 managed to pull herself off the floor in time to see Numbuh One pointing at her and whispering to Numbuh Nine who was sitting next to him.

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Numbuh 86's POV

How could they laugh so cruelly, it wasn't enough to get abused at home, now I have to go through it all at camp. And him, I though he was so different so perfect, almost like a god, Mum always said I would find myself a victim and have to open up and feel something for a man one day. I just didn't realize it would be so soon. Numbuh Nine was so pretty, her prefect crimped blonde hair, curvy figure, and round full lips made her a "must have" for every guy, and now it seemed Nigel as well. The tears came as she picked herself up and liberally dusted herself off before looking around for a seat. Then it occurred to her that every child had somehow occupied all the seats with their backpacks or feet, making it clear to her that no one wanted her. Silently she walked to the front of the bus in her usual proud arrogant way and sat in the one available seat, and now she knew why it was, the bus driver reeked.

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Upon arriving at the camp they all filed out to be greeted by a burly man, he had on a red jogging suit and sunglasses, a silver whistle hung out of the corner of his mouth and his hands were crossed over his chest.

"WELCOME TO CAMP MARGRETE," The man yelled, "I AM YOUR CAMP DIRECTOR MR. SIR AND YOU ARE TO CALL ME BY MY NAME IS THAT CLEAR."

"Yes," A small meek boy answered from the back.

"NO TALKING," Mr. Sir yelled at the boy, "NOW DROP AND GIVE ME TWENTY."

"Stupid boy," Numbuh 86 said in an arrogant voice, "Serves you right."

"YOU TOO LITTLE MISSY," Mr. Sir yelled at Numbuh 86, "NOW."

She immediately dropped down and started doing pushups, everyone else remained silent.

"I WILL NOW READ OUT YOUR BUNK ASSIGNMENTS," He shouted, "ABIGAIL LINCOLN, FANNY MC'FAY, JENNA FORESST, KUKI SANBAN, CHELSEA ROLLINS, MELISSA KELSON, AND SANDRA LITTLE WILL ALL BE IN BUNK 1. WALLABEE BEATLES, KEEF LEDGER, NIGEL UNO, HOAGIE GILLIGAN, OTTO HARRINGTON, PARKER DOUGAL, AND ROBERT MAHONEY ARE ALL IN BUNK 2. GOT IT, GOOD NOW MOVE OUT.

As if on cue the whole groups of kids started filing off of the lawn to their bunks, but if they were smart they would have turned around and jumped back on the bus before it filed out of the parking lot in a cloud of dust, for the horror had yet to begin.

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Authors Note:

Just so you know this chapter was horrible, but for those of you who have read my stories, they generally do get better. In the next chapter you'll meet the rest of the charecters and learn of the curse of camp Margrete.