Authors Note: Oh, my oopsie, Purple Ghost Sausage. I accidently messed up your name. My bad. I'm so sorry! Please forgive me! I didn't mean it, but it was late at night when I wrote it, and my spell checker didn't detect anything! But, once again, my bad. I am so sorry! Just, don't hate me for it! I'm an insomniac, boo hoo. Anyways, this is chapter three. Sorry that it took a few days to update, but I was sick! Seriously, I think my doctor gave me that virus that numbuh 4 has! I'm jokin'! But, I really am sick. See, I was playing in the rain the other day, (After I played in the mud, folks.) and the morning after that, I was sick! It's kinda' creepy when you think about it. I'm writing a story that has to do with illness, and I end up getting ill as well! Isn't that a strange coincidence? But, there ain't no way I'm goin' to the doctor's, especially after what they did to me at the hospital this one time. If you wanna hear about what happened to me at the hospital, go to my profile, I put up the story. You should read it, though I should warn you, it my change your view on the emergency room permanately. So, please hope that I get better, my mom says that playing in the rain causes Nemonia.(I can't spell for crud!) Well, that's all. Oh, and there might be some fluff hidden somewhere in this chapter, see if you can find it. Seriously, people, find it! I forgot where I hid it. If you do find the fluff, just drop it off by my house. Thanks. And, here's the reviewers' recogintion:

Momoricothekittydemon: Yay! Another mud supporter, woohoo! I wish I had a sandbox... Anyways, here's more fluff for ya', hope you like it. In fact, I didn't expect to the story to turn towards that direction, but if Numbuh 4 gets sick, you can bet Numbuh 3 will be there for him. YMCA is a great song, by the way. I always try and find the song on the radio, but alas, I have yet to find it. So, thanks for reviewing, Momorico! (Hope you don't mind if I call you that.)

Sour Apple Ashy-chan: Kawaii means cute, right? Hold on, let me check. Okay, it does mean cute, you said so. Anywho, wait no more, for I have updated! Huzza- I mean, hooray! Thank you for the review!

nightie629: Poor Numbuh 4? What about me? I'm sick too! Well, anyways, brace yourself, he might get a little worse. But, I won't let anything too bad happen to our beloved Numbuh 4! Thanks for your review!

foamgreen: You love my story! That's fantastic! I love my story too! Too bad, though, it doesn't love me back. Ah, well, who cares? At least I'm a writer. Thanks for the review, foamgreen!

almostinsane: I'm almost insane myself. Too bad I'm only considered "Half way there." Anyways, thanks for your comment, and your review.

thefanwithashortashortattentionspan: You know, I would play in cheese, maybe Jello, but mud is the only thing I have enough of to cover myself in and jump in. 'Nuff said. Oh, and thanks for the review, fanwithashortattentionspan.

Genosythe: Yeah, yay mud! Boo, rain! Anyways, too bad 'Operation: F.O.O.D.-F.I.T.E. hasn't come out in 'Snoreway' (Tee hee.) yet, it's a really good episode, you'll just love it! Why I didn't put alot of 2&5 in there is because...well, just because! As for the notes/story comment, I tried to seperate the two, but the edit thing won't let me! Maybe you can help me a little. You don't have to if you don't wanna. Thanks for the review, Geno! (I hope you don't mind me calling you that. By the way, read your profile.)

Erica: If you thought chapter two was cute, just wait for the upcoming chapters, they'll be bursting at the seams with cuteness! Thanks for reviewing.

34lover: You know, I think adorable would describe chapter two better. I just hope there's a word that means 'Beyond adorable' because that's what chapter three is gonna be! And, I think that all 3/4 stories are cute, especially yours. Also, you're right, 'Operation: F.O.O.D.-F.I.T.E. rules! Thank you for your review, 34lover!

loopylea22: You still rule, Lea! Man, I love your stories. You, as well as everyone else who thinks 3/4 stories are cute, are absolutely, totally, 100 correct! YAY! And, thank you very much for the review, Lea.

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"Aaaah!" screamed Numbuh 4. It was his dream again. He woke up. His eyes darted around the room. It was dark. He didn't know where he was. It looked like a hospital room, but not the one he remembered falling asleep in. Numbuh 4 began to panic. His body tensed up, expecting some evil villain to pop out. He suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder. He slowly turned his head around, only to be met with the face of Numbuh 3. She looked worried.

"Shh, Numbuh 4. It's alright. It's just me." she whispered. She looked like she was about to cry. "Numbuh 3, what's the matter?" he asked sympathetically. Her mouth opened, but no words came out. When he was about to ask her again, she immediately pulled him into a hug, tears streaming down her face. He strained to get her to let go, but she only hugged him tighter. He let out a sigh, and hugged her back, seeing as how he was unable to do anything else. As they hugged, the door flung open, and in popped their three teammates. Numbuh 5 turned on the lights.

She nearly dropped her weapon when she saw Numbuh 3 and Numbuh 4. Numbuhs 1 and 2 let out a gasp. After recovering from the shock of what he saw, Numbuh 2 was the first to speak. "Kuki and Wally, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N- Oof!" he grunted as Numbuh 5 elbowed him in the stomach. Numbuh 3 was still hugging Numbuh 4, though he was trying his best to try and get out of her grasp. She finally let him go, still crying.

"Numbuh 3, why are ya' crying?" he asked, blushing from the hug. "It's just that-" but before she could finish her sentence, a new wave of tears swept over her. "Come on, Numbuh 3, just spit it out." he said. She only cried louder. Numbuh 4 looked to his teammates for help. Numbuh 2 let out a snicker, but was silenced once again by Numbuh 5.

"Listen, the reason why Numbuh 3 is cryin', is because you've been unconscious for three whole days." said Numbuh 5. "What!" shouted Numbuh 4, a stunned look on his face. "It's true. Your fever spiked to 104 degrees. You began to have convulsions as well. It was so bad, they had to treat you at the adult hospital, which is why Numbuh 3 and the rest of us are here. We all took turns guarding over you. Anyways, while Numbuh 3 was watching you, we heard you scream and thought an adult had attacked..." Numbuh 1 trailed off. Numbuh 4 was still having a hard time digesting the fact that he had been asleep for three days.

"Alright, let me get this straight. I've been sleeping for three days? How can that be?" asked Numbuh 4. "Have you been listening to what I've been saying? You got really sick, and we had to take you here because their technology is better than ours. Please pay better attention next time." said Numbuh 1. "Oh." Numbuh 4 said. "Well, I suppose we should let you get your sleep. Cummon, gang, let's go see if they have anything edible in the cafeteria." said their leader. Numbuhs 2 and 5 left ahead of Numbuh 1, who stayed behind for a moment.

"Are you coming, Numbuh 3?" asked the British boy. "No, thanks. You guys go ahead. I want to stay here with Numbuh 4." she replied. "Do you want me to bring you anything?" Numbuh 1 asked. She shook her head as if to say no. "What about you, Numbuh 4? Do you want something." he asked. "Nah, I'm good." Numbuh 4 replied. Numbuh 1 left after that, following Numbuh 2 and Numbuh 5.

"I was so worried about you." said Numbuh 3 in a low voice. Her eyes were still red from crying. "It's alright, Numbuh 3. I'm fine now. You don't have to worry anymore." he said. "But you were fine the other day, and now this. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you." she said. Numbuh 4 braced himself as Numbuh 3 hugged him again. He felt bad for her.

"It's okay, Numbuh 3. Everything's gonna be alright." he whispered. But, even he wasn't sure about that. What if sometheing bad did happen? What if he got worse? What if he...died? He didn't know if Numbuh 3 could handle losing her best friend, and neither could the rest of the team.

'I've got to find out what's wrong with me, and soon.' he thought. He felt Numbuh 3 squeeze him tighter, clinging to him like he was her last life line. "Numbuh 3, why don't you get something to eat? I'll be fine." he said. She let him go. "But, Numbuh 4-" "No buts! Numbuh 3, you've been by my side for three whole days. If you don't gop and get something to eat, you'll end up as sick as me." Numbuh 4 did have a point.

"Okay. But, are you sure?" she asked, wiping away a tear. "I'm sure. I can handle any adult attack." he reassured. "I'm not worried about that, I'm worried about your condition." she stated simply, getting up. "I'm in a hospital! What's the worst that could happen when I'm surrounded by a bunch of doctors?" he asked. Numbuh 3 could think of plenty that could happen, but ignored it. After giving Numbuh 4 another hug, she left, skipping and humming as usual.

'I wonder what's on T.V.' thought Numbuh 4, grabbing the remote he spotted on the table. He flipped through the channels, and, luckily, found a Yipper cartoon on. As he sat back, he heard footsteps approaching his room. He looked up in time to see that it was just his parents and baby brother. (A/N: Okay, this might be a bit of a spoiler for those of you who don't live in the U.S. I'm not sure if Operation: S.P.R.O.U.T. came out in other coutries. Could one of you possibly let me know? Anyways, Numbuh 4 does indeed have a baby brother. His name is Joey, Mr. Warburton said so! Numbuh 4 has no other siblings. Thank you.)

"Hey there, sport!" said Mr. Beatles, walking up to Numbuh 4's bed and sitting on the edge of it. "Hey dad. Hey, mom." Numbuh 4 muttered. "How are you doing, sweety? Are you feeling better?" asked his mother, sitting in a chair near the bed.

"Yeah, mom, I'm fine." he said. "You know, you gave us quite a scare there, tiger. We were contacted three days ago by the hospital. They said you were terribly ill. We were relieved to find out that you woke up today." Mr. Beatles ruffled Numbuh 4's hair.

"Dad! You know I hate it when you do that!" Numbuh 4 shouted, straightening his hair. "I'm just playing around. Well, I guess we should give you some time to rest. We'll come by later. Bye!" said Numbuh 4's dad. Mrs. Beatles came up and gave Numbuh 4 a kiss on the cheek, while his brother just cooed happily. Then, they left.

"Finally! Some time to relax!" and, Numbuh 4 sank back down onto the pillows, only to be once again disturbed by yet another visitor. "What!" he yelled, sitting up. Dr. Payne entered the room.

"Well, if it isn't Mr. Beatles! You remember me, don't you?" the doctor asked. "How could I not? Numbuh 4 muttered under his breath. "Heheh. Anyways, I came here to see how you were feeling. I heard about what happened. Are you feeling okay?" Dr. Payne asked. (A/N: Isn't that just a lovely name for a doctor? Not! Stupid doctors...)

"Yeah, I'm fine! Now, will you just leave already!" Numbuh 4 shouted in frustration. "But, I did not only come here to see how you were feeling, I also came here to give you another shot." said Dr. Payne, washing his hands.

"A shot! You already gave me one five days ago!" protested the boy, now standing on the bed. "Yes, I know that. But, this shot is for something different." Dr. Payne was now putting on a pair of gloves. "Oh yeah? Well, I ain't sticking around to get that shot!" said Numbuh 4, jumping for the door. (A/N: I bet you're getting tired of me writing these author notes, huh? Anyways, I thought I'd inform you about something. Numbuh 4 is NOT wearing one of those stupid hospital gowns. He's wearing a pair of pajamas. His pajamas are white with blue stripes. Thank you.)

"Ah, ah, ah." said the doctor, closing the door. Numbuh 4 hit it. "Ow..." he moaned, rubbing his head. He then looked up to see the doctor towering above him. Dr. Payne grabbed Numbuh 4 by the arm and carried him to the bed. He then strapped him down. "Now, now. This will only hurt for a second." said the doctor. He grabbed a syringe out of one pocket, and a small bottle of clear liquid from the other.

Dr. Payne then filled the syringe with the clear liquid, and approached Numbuh 4. "No! No, don't do it!" but his pleas were no use as the doctor sterilized a patch of skin on Numbuh 4's arm. "Here we go." said Dr. Payne. "No!" Numbuh 4 howled into the night.

Author's Note: Chapter three, ladies and gentlemen! Yay! Oh, and the word I couldn't spell was 'pneumonia.' I don't think I have it, but my throat hurts! Ow! I don't want any yucky medicines either. Though, those chewable tylenol thingies are kinda' good. See, I can't swallow pills. I think it's because I swallowed this quarter this one time, and now I'm afraid I'll choke. In fact, I think I've swallowed two quarters, a penny, and a dime. That's 61 cents, all down the drain...or toilet. Whatever. Um, I think that's all. I know, it took a while for me to update. Like I said before, I was sick. Not a whole lot of fluff in this chapter, but this story never was meant to be a fluffy one. But, now it is! Yay! But, what will happen to Numbuh 4? What was in the shot? Do these pants make me look fat? Find out on chapter four! Yay! Later!

-Anonymous D!