okey-doke everybody, here's my first fic. not my best work, I can tell you right now. like I said, flames are fine, so be honest. alrighty, then… deep breath here it goes!

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Wallabee Beatles was not particularly bright. In a word, he was a complete idiot at times. But things like being stupid can't stop a person from falling in love…can it? Wally sighed and brushed his blond hair out of his eyes. I need a haircut, he thought idly, although he knew that in the back of his mind, there were quite a few things (and people) that he should be thinking about. Like Kuki Sanban, his teammate, and…love? No, not love. Crush, maybe, but not love. I can't love a cruddy girl, not at this age, he decided, easing in to a sitting position. He glanced at his alarm clock. 12:03 AM. I've been sitting here for four hours…he realized. Wally kicked off his covers and jumped off of his bed and onto the floor. I wonder if Kuki's up? He wondered hopefully, she's probably in bed at this hour. He had always thought Kuki was a beautiful name, but Kid's Next Door protocol required him to call her by her codename, Numbah Three, while working. He walked quietly out of his room, turning to look at the backwards '4' painted on his door as he stepped into the hallway.

"Numbah Four? What you doin' up? If yo' looking for Numbah Three, she's sleepin'. Everybody's sleepin', 'cept you an' me."

Wally jerked his head around to see who had addressed him, and relaxed when he realized it was only Abby. His teammate was sitting on the floor, back against the wall, a magazine in her hands. She wore a knee length knight gown and fuzzy royal blue slippers. He let out a sigh of relief as he said, "Ah'm not lookin' for Kuki. Ah just couldn't sleep…"

"Numbah Five knows what cha mean. I can't sleep eitha."

The two paused in an awkward silence for a moment, before Wally managed to say, "Ah'm gonna go get me some food. Would ya loike anythin'?"

"Nah, Numbah Five's just fine," She said, returning to her magazine.

"Alrigh'. Ah'll be back soon enough…" Wally said quietly as he walked stiffly down the hall way and into the kitchen. He lazily tugged open the fridge's door and searched its contents in hoped of finding something remotely edible and free of mold. A can of sprite caught his eye, and he grabbed it and swung the fridge door shut in one smooth motion, taking care not to shake the can.

He popped open the can and stared at the bubbling soda. He didn't want a drink; just an excuse to get out of his room. He raised the can to his lips and took a few small sips, glad, for the first time, that it was "Caffeine Free."

He gently put the can of soda on the kitchen table and yawned. He was so terribly tired, but why couldn't he sleep? Wally glanced anxiously at the clock that was sitting on the counter. 12:23 AM. Wally glared angrily at it, and, without thinking, swung his leg around in a side kick, hitting the clock with deadly precision that sent it flying down to the floor. The glass shattered, and Wally dodged a piece of flying glass, but in doing so, took a step back and flung his arms out for balance; his left arm hit a chair that was next to him with enough force to send in zooming into the wall. The chair hit the wall with a deafening BANG. A framed picture of the team on their first day that was hung by a nail on the wall came crashing to the floor, covering the ground with even more broken glass. "Cruddy clock," Wally muttered to himself, looking over the damage.

Numbah Five, upon hearing the noise, dropped her magazine and sprung to her feat, racing down the hall, expecting some kind of danger. She burst into the kitchen, and anxiously looked around. When she saw Numbah Four, her dark-chocolate brown eyes (that had been wide with terror only seconds ago) narrowed as she hissed in an angry whisper, "Are you crazy! If Numbah One finds out-"

"If Numbah One finds out what?"

Wally, now covering in shards of broken glass, jerked around to see his good friend and partner, Hoagie, standing in the doorway on the other side of the kitchen.

"Hey guys! You won't believe this, but I was in my room, and I heard this crash ant then- whoa…" he said, suddenly noticing the mess.

"Numbah Five thinks Wallabee's got some 'splainin' ta do," Abby said, chuckling as Wally sent her a warning glance because she had used his full name.

"Ah had a bit of an argument with the uh…alarm clock…" Wally admitted, his face turning a light shade of pick with embarrassment.

"It looks like the alarm clock had an argument with you!" Hoagie said, laughing as Abby plucked a piece of broken glass off of Wally's orange hoodie with a smirk.

"'Ey! Whatchit!" Wally yelled, a little too loudly. The three friends froze as loud, dominant footsteps made their way down the hallway. They traded nervous glances as they awaited their punishment. The footsteps undoubtedly belonged to their leader, Numbah One.

"Why hello, team." Numbah One (better known as 'Nigel') said coolly. Hoagie shied away from the door, giving his leader clear passage. Disregarding the mess, Nigel continued, his voice slow and calm, "Good to see you all up early." He glanced over to the spot where the clock had once been, and noticed it wasn't there. "That's odd," he said, glancing down to the floor to observe the mess, "It seems someone- or something- has broken my clock, my picture, and my chair."

Wally shot a glance at the chair, only to see that Nigel had been correct to call in 'broken'; one of the legs had come off, and the back board was slanted at an odd angle.

"Now, who could have done something like that?" He mused, already well aware of who had done it, and well aware of what was about to happen. He had little time to ready his ears for Wally's quick yet annoying apology, which he said in one breath:

"Ah'msosorryNumbahOneAhdidn'meantabreakanythin'Ahwasjustmad'causeAhcouldn'sleepand-"

Abby's hand flew over Numbah Four's mouth. "Alrigh', alrigh'. Yo' sorry, we get it. Now Numbah Five is goin' back ta read her magazine, if ya'll don' mind."

Nigel smiled at Abby as she walked out of the room, and then glanced at Wally. He smirked at him, as if to say, 'I'm not mad, just amused.'

Wally grinned at him, and cocked his head in confusion as Nigel's gaze moved from Wally's face to his arm.

Hoagie followed Nigel's gaze, and immediately whispered, "Oh my…"

Wally stared at the two of them for a moment, raising a questioning eyebrow (although it couldn't be seen under his hair). When they continued to look at his arm, he grew curious, and decided to take a look for himself. He gaped at what he saw and swore quite loudly. There was a large, blotch of blood on his hoodie where a shard of glass had ripped the cloth and made a very deep gash on his fore arm.

"Well, we had best go patch you up," Nigel sighed. Hoagie shuddered, tearing his eyes away from the gory sight that was Wally's arm. Nigel remembered how squeamish Hoagie was, and told him quietly, "Why don't I take care of Numbah Four, while you go wake up Numbah Three? We're all up anyway. May as well have an early breakfast."

Hoagie nodded, grateful that he didn't have to deal with the blood. He set off down the hallway at a trot, going by Abby, who simply glanced up at him before returning to her magazine. He jogged up to Numbah Three's curtain-door and called, "Numbah Three! We're all up and we were gonna have an early breakfast!" He paused, waiting for a response. When none came, he added, "I'll race ya to the kitchen!" He smiled wickedly, waiting for Kuki to come and meet his challenge. "That's funny," He said to Abby, who sitting a little farther up the hall, "That usually gets her up. She always races with me."

"And she always wins," Abby said, slowly getting up and sauntering over to Numbah Three's curtain. "Kuki, c'mon. Numbah Five is serious. Get out here." When there was no answer, Abby scowled. Without hesitation, the pulled the curtain out of the way with her arm and walked briskly in to the room. After a quick surveillance of the room, Abby's jaw dropped and her eyes widened. She then stuttered (which was very unusual for Abby), "She-she's not-she isn't here…"

Hoagie stepped in after her, and soon realized she was right. "Guys!" He called for Nigel and Wally, "There's something I think you should see, like, right now!"

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Well, that's chapter one. . wOOt! sorry it's kinda short. I'm just getting started. R&R pweease! And uh…flames are okay. just dont go crazy flamin' me just cuz I said ya could. rock on, guys!

cracker jack, OUT