Operation:
E.P.I.D.E.M.I.C.
-E.: Evil
-P.: Pediatrician
-I.: Invents
-D.: Diabolically
-E.: Extreme
-M.: Microscopic
-I.: Infectious
C.: Cells
Summery: When numbuh four get's sick after receiving a shot at the doctor's, it's up to him and the team to stop the doctor before this "epidemic" spreads. R&R, flames okay. 3-4 hints.
Hello. My name is Anonymous D, and this is my story. In fact, it's my first one ever! And, hopefully, it won't be my last. Any ways, if you send reviews, I don't care if you send flames. You are, after all, entitled to your own opinion.
Well, that should be all. Oh, and by the way, if you haven't read the whole summery, though that's highly unlikely, there will be some 3-4 fluffiness. What do you expect? So, keep an eye out! Later!
-Anonymous D
Disclaimer: I, the great Anonymous D, do not own any Codename: Kids Next Door operatives appearing in this story. They belong to the almighty Tom Warburton. The only character I do own is "Dr. Payne."
"No! Please! I don't wanna go! No!" howled numbuh four as his mother tried to pry his fingers off the backseat. "I'm sorry, dear. But you have to go! Doctor's orders." she said, still struggling with the stubborn Aussie. They were in the parking lot of the doctor's office, and it was time for numbuh 4's immunization check-up. Unfortunately for his mother, he hated the doctor's office, and wasn't going down without a fight.
"Come on, sweety. It's just a little prick." said Mrs. Beatles, still tugging at the boy, but he wouldn't budge. "Nuh-uh, I ain't goin'! There's no way you're gonna get me to let go!" he shouted with confidence. "Oh yes I am!" and she immediately tickled numbuh 4's sides.
"What?-no!" and in an instant, Mrs. Beatles had numbuh 4 in her grasp, carrying him into the doctor's office. They went to the elevator and arrived at the seventh floor. While his mother checked in, numbuh 4 began to look for possible escape routes.
He had already tried the door, but it only opened from the outside. Meanwhile, his mom sat down and began to read a magazine. The window looked like a possible exit, but numbuh 4 had no equipment with him. Only a mustard gun.
As the minutes ticked away, numbuh began to grow more desperate. 'I could blast open the door with my mustard gun and escape!' he thought, but that idea was too outrageous. As he sat there trying to come up with an idea, he never noticed the nurse that came out, clipboard in hand.
"Wallabee Beatles, the doctor will see you now." she said. Numbuh 4's heart sank at these words, his face going pale. "Come on dear, time for your check-up." and Mrs. Beatles had to carry the squirming boy once more.
They had a hard time getting his height and weight, but managed. The nurse then led them to room number 12, and told them the doctor would be there to administer the shot. Numbuh 4 cringed at these words.
He couldn't help but fidget as he heard footsteps approach their room. The door opened, and the doctor entered the room, closing it behind him. "Hello, Wallabee. My name is Dr. Hugh Payne. So, how are you feeling today?" the doctor asked.
He was a tall man with brown hair and a goatee. He wore a white lab coat and a tie, and wore glasses as well (Think 'Bob' from Operation: A.R.C.T.I.C.). "I feel cruddy." said numbuh 4 gruffly, arms folded. "Cruddy? Why?" Dr. Payne asked inquisitively. Numbuh 4 didn't answer.
"Well, never mind. Any ways, I'm sorry to say this Wallabee, but according to your records, your due for a shot." the doctor said, going to the sink to sterilize his hands. Once again, nimbuh 4 couldn't help but squirm, as the doctor reached for sterilization pad and a loaded syringe.
"No, please, no!" he yelled as the doctor began to clean the area in which the shot would go. Mrs. Beatles and a nurse had to hold numbuh 4 down while Dr. Payne gave him the actual shot. "No!" he yelled, as the needle was driven into his flesh. He couldn't help but shed a tear since it was so painful.
"There, all done." said the doctor, taking out the needle. Another tear trickled down his face as numbuh 4 rubbed the area. The nurse put a band-aid with smiley faces on the wound, and he and his mother were free to go.
As they drove home, numbuh 4 began to feel a little sick in the stomach. He had his mother drop him off at the tree house so he wouldn't have to walk. Once he entered the living room of the tree house, he was greeted with a hug from numbuh 3.
"Yay! You're back!" she said happily, squeezing him. He blushed as she did this, slightly embarrassed. "Numbuh 4, you feel hot!" said numbuh 3 once she let him go. "I do?" he asked. "Yeah, like burning hot! Wally, you should be in bed. You don't look so good." she said, feeling his forehead.
She then led him to the Med Lab to check his temperature. "What could be wrong with numbuh 4? He was fine yesterday." asked numbuh 1, a puzzled look on his face. "Didn't he go to the doctor's today?" said numbuh 2. "The doctors, eh?" and numbuh 1 began to rub his chin as he went to the Med Lab, numbuhs 2 and 5 following behind.
"Well, according to this, you have a temperature of 101.03 degrees, a fever!" she said, taking out the thermometer. "Ohhh." groaned numbuh 4. He was starting to feel weak and the sickness in his stomach got worse. "Oh, poor, poor numbuh 4." numbuh 3 cooed as she rubbed his arm. Numbuh 4 was thankful to have her by his side.
"Numbuh 4, can I ask you some questions?" said numbuh 1 from the door way. "Uh, sure." numbuh 4 said. So numbuh 1 grabbed a chair and sat down. "So tell me, when did you start feeling sick?" asked numbuh 1. "On my way home." replied numbuh 4. "And this was after you went to the doctors?" numbuh 1 asked. "Yeah, why?" numbuh 4 asked. "Well, you're obviously sick, and I suspect a certain doctor has something to do with it."
Transmission Interrupted
Well, how do you like it so far? Good? Bad? Okay? Your entitled to your own opinion, but I'm a critic, and I'll even criticize my own work: I thought it was a little longer than it should be, but, ah, who cares? Next chapter will be up within a day or two. Read and review! Flames okay! And more 3-4 scenes! Yay!
