Operation: A.C.T.I.O.N.
All
Children
Try
Intimidating
Oblivious
Nerds
Let me warn you, I have had serious writers block and this chapter may totally suck. By the way, REVIEW! If I don't get at least two reviews, I will quit this fanfic.
"Delightful Children. Come at once." Father leaned back in his chair.
"Yes Father, we are coming." The DCFDTL slowly crept up the stairs and into the office, meeting face to face with Father.
"What is it that you request?" Lenny impulsively scratched his helmet. Of course, it did no good, but he had a strong itch on his head. Father glared at him for being out of uniform for that moment in time.
"Yes, I wanted to talk to you about my new plan to take the Kids Next Door down from the inside." He shifted his pipe in his mouth. That pipe had always bugged the children. Doesn't he know the dangers of tobacco? He is so moronic! This was Allison thinking. She was against all drugs and alcohol. Before she was captured by Father, she did a protest against the sale of tobacco. It didn't get anywhere, but it made her feel good.
"So, what is the big plan anyways?" Allison's long blonde hair had made its way to in front of her face while she was daydreaming.
"You show up at the KND's doorstep. Simple, but effective. You act like you want to help them defeat me, but you sabotage the whole operation to backfire on them!" Father laughed maniacally.
"Sounds good, but what about when Lenny tried to do it before?" Nathan, the Blonde boy, spoke with little fear of how Father may react.
"Oh trust me, it will work. It will work just fine. You are dismissed to your mission." Father turned to his desk and began recording his plans as the DCFDTL set off on their new assignment.
"No, I want to talk to you." Numbuh 7 was failing miserably to get Numbuh 43 to answer her questions.
"I have to do homework." Numbuh 43 was balancing the phone, a candy bar, soda, a pencil, and paper.
"I can't believe you are actually going to stoop to that level!" She was now yelling into the phone.
"My mom says if I don't start doing my homework, she'll send me to private school." He took a bite of his Yipper Crunch bar and poured his soda into a glass with ice.
"Joe, I understand, but can you call me back?" Now Numbuh 7 was trying a different approach. Pleading in alternative to shouting. The short pause from the other line lacked security for the answer she wanted to hear. After about ten seconds, he finally answered.
"I suppose I could. I have a lot to do. Ms. Helmer loaded me up today. I also promised Numbuh 99 a call today." Numbuh 43 cradled the phone between his shoulder and his neck and opened his book to the homework page.
Numbuh 7 liked him, no, loved him. She loved him more than Numbuh 4 loves Numbuh 3. Numbuhs 43, 7, 99, and 1113 all went to the same middle school. They were young for 8th grade, but Numbuh 43 and 99 were smarter than the regulars were. Too bad we can't say the same for dear Erika and Angel. The sad thing was that the two girls shared no classes with the two (very handsome) boys. Numbuh 1113 hates Numbuh 43 because he took her best friend away from her. Both she and Numbuh 7 had feelings for Numbuh 99, though.
Numbuh 99, or Corey as they called him, came from St. Louis to the not so big city of Andover, Kansas. He was very good looking. Numbuh 7's greatest enemy, Allison Parr, also has feelings for him. God for him that he doesn't like her. Numbuh 7 warned him of her tricks and he paid good heed.
