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Disclaimer: I do not own the Kids Next Door organization or show. I just wish I did. Oh, yeah, but own Numbuh 192,776.

Summary: What happens when an evil and more powerful version of the Kids Next Door from another dimension discovers and decides to invade our universe? One word: CHAOS!!! Can the KND beat them…or will they be forced to call for help from their dreaded enemies? Join them as they combat their worst foes ever: THEMSELVES!!!

Chapter 2: Reconnaissance

Desperately, Numbuh 4 tried to catch the pesky squirrel while shouting threats to that 'dead rodent.'

"Come here, you," he demanded, "and I'm gonna ring your neck!!! You cruddy squirrel!!! Come back with my sandwich!!!"

Turning to the side, the suddenly squirrel stopped at its heals and gazed, perplexed at what it saw. Numbuh 4 quickly grabbed his sandwich and exclaimed in disgust, " What?! Eew, gross!! Squirrel drool!"

"Crud! I should have just let you have the darn thing and taken a fresh new one! Aw, crud!" he reasoned out loud when he found saliva all over his food. Seeing it wasted, he threw it and angrily asked, "And what are you looking at?!"

Upon seeing what the rodent was looking at, he, too, was amazed. Quickly, he jumped to the safety of a bush and looked down at the other side of it. The bush he was in was in on top of a high hill over a deep valley. In there, he saw a CND military camp with, troops, soldiers, supplies, tanks, aircrafts, and other equipment coming out of what was clearly a hole in the fabric of time and space. It was easy to see that they were setting up a permanent base by which they could led an invasion force easily though town. Seeing and recognizing the threat, he quickly ran to the others to tell his friends. Frantically, he ran as fast as his feet could carry him.

"What are we gonna do?! What are we gonna do?! What are we gonna?!" he cried out panicking while running and tearing out portions of his blond hair. As he turned to the other side, he saw the flower field and knew that he was nearby.

Kuki was looking at where Numbuh 4 had gone to and was wondering when he'd be back.

"He's been gone for too long and we haven't heard of him," she said in concern.

"Relax, Numbuh 3," reassured Numbuh 5 in a calming manner, "this is a vacation! We don't need to worry about him. I'm sure he can defend himself adequately from any foe he encounters. I mean, how many people have been able to beat him in hand-to-hand combat? Practically nobody!"

"Well", Numbuh 1, also starting to show concern, "speaking about foes, did any of us bring any weapons or anything in the event of a surprise attack? You know, just to be a little on the safe side."

"Of course, I did," said Abigail, "but seeing that this is a nice day and that there's barely a chance of an attack, I only brought a couple of mustard-bottle hand-guns to comply with the KND vacation security protocols."

"Hey," Numbuh 3 called to their attention losing her troubled demeanor and putting on a smile on her face, "there he is!"

"Numbuh 4!" Nigel called out to him, "Where have you been?! You almost worried us sick with you wandering about like that and…"

"What's with the troubled look?" Numbuh 2 asked Numbuh 4 before biting a half-eaten sandwich.

Reaching them successfully, Numbuh 4 fell on his hands and knees with sheer exhaustion while gasping for breath.

"The squirrel! The sandwich! The base! The SOLDIERS…" shrieked the panicking operative standing and taking hold of Numbuh 1 shirt before being interrupted.

"Now, now," Numbuh 1 said, " take a few deep breaths and speak clearly. What do you have to say?"

"They're coming to invade us!!!" shrieked Numbuh 4 in utter terror.

"Pull yourself together, man!" Numbuh 1 told the worried operative, "Who is coming to invade us?! Now show us this 'invasion force' and let all of us judge for ourselves how big this threat exactly is and from whom they're from. We don't want to worry about an attack like last time when you thought that we were at a verge of an attack and found out that that 'army' was merely a group of harmless Boy Scouts playing 'soldiers.'"

Quickly, Numbuh 5 and the others armed themselves with the weapons and took out binoculars from the picnic basket.

"Let's go!" Numbuh 1 in his British accent, " Kids Next Door, move out!!! Numbuh 4, you lead! Everyone else, follow Numbuh 4," he ordered.

Soon, they were there and Numbuh 4 was right. It was a threat. But the question 'from whom?' remained unsolved. So, Numbuhs 1,2, and 4 checked out the base that was starting to be constructed and the camp beside it using the binoculars they had acquired. Numbuhs 5 and 4 were on the look out making sore that they were safe and undetected.

Numbuh 1 was staring at the base with his spy-glass. "Hmm," he thought, "I wonder what organization and where exactly they're from. Hopefully, they have a good leader whom we can have good diplomatic relations with. Suddenly, he spotted Negative 1. "Hmm…, he looks familiar," he thought to himself as he looked carefully at the tyrannical leader. "No," he said to himself when he saw the extremely negative complexities of the violent man as he stuck one of the workers, " he's no leader. He's a vain monster! Look at him! The only emotion I see in cold face is hatred." Then, he looked and saw the plans of the base. "The copycats!!! That looks exactly like our base refitted at a time of war and surrounded with barracks, factories, and an air strip!!" he contemplated. Suddenly, the thought came to him. These people are a completely war-based people and they are forever prepared for all-out war! Immediately, fear and concern for their base grew in him. They had to protect the tree house!!!

Meanwhile, Numbuh 2 was scanning the camp for any sighs for technology. It was full of it! Suddenly, something caught his eye. He found a sad, depressed version of him. "Must be hard times for him," he thought feeling pity for his counterpart. He looked around until he had been able to find the negative versions of all the KND agents he knew. Surprised, Numbuh 2 and asked, "Numbuh1, um, did you just see strange versions of ourselves?"

"Well, I really wasn't looking but I did see my look-alike. He looks more like an evil dictator than an inspiring leader," he replied still looking through his binoculars.

"Me, too," also answered Numbuh 4 taking his eyes off his spy-glass and looking at Numbuh 2, "and, man is he strict!!! He seriously cannot stand any mistakes done in other people's part! He beats them like crud!!!"

"Same with mine," agreed Numbuh 1 seeing Negative 1 strike a worker with a wooden stick for accidentally dropping one of the supplies. "How about you, Numbuh 2?"

"Mine is kinda sad actually," the chubby operative replied seeing Negative 2 working with a face that was almost perpetually doleful.

"I wonder what he's working on," he said as he studied his counterpart. "Whatever it is, I think it has something to do with that portal. Oh, look, it's a look-alike of Numbuh 3 and 5!"

"Um, Numbuh 2, how prepared are we for an attack using biological and nuclear weapons?" interrupted Numbuh 1.

"Actually, we're helpless and quite utterly defenseless against that, Numbuh 1. Why ask?" Numbuh 2 inquired.

"I see them in their armory," he told them

"What!?!" Numbuh 2 exclaimed, "that would take days to refit the tree house for those type of weapons considering the little manpower we have!!"

"Well then, we need to leave quickly and get to the tree house immediately," the high commander replied, "I'll have to report the threat and request for a lot of reinforcements. Even with them, we'll have allot of work to do."

"Just a sec," Numbuh 2 said taking out a sheet of paper and starting to scribble on it symbols unreadable to all people but him.

"And what is that for?" inquired the leader.

"I'm copying the equations in the piece of paper he has," Numbuh 2 told him, "If I am able to copy it I just may be able to figure out how they were able to make a rip in the space-time continuum. If that happens, I'll be able to locate where they're from… and there. Done! Let's go!"

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That night, in one of the empty lab rooms of the sickbay of the camp…

"What!!!" shouted Negative holding the quivering Negative 3 by the collar and shaking her relentlessly, "What do you mean there will be a delay in the manufacturing of our biological weapons!?! You lazy dog and your indolent crew, you will pay… all of you!!!"

"Hey, you, get your bloody hands off her!!" demanded a voice with a distinctly familiar Australian accent.

Maintaining a firm grip on the girl, Negative 1 turned his head around with a sly smile on his face and said, "Well, well, well. If it isn't Mr. Loverboy, Wallabee Beatles!"

"I said 'get your hands off her,' you cold blooded freak!!! The delay in the biological weapons manufacturing was your fault in the first place! Did you really have to give her and her other medical personnel more work by filling their sickbay with injured people you released you anger on and give them more projects that obviously possible?!" Negative 4 asked spreading himself out to try to make himself look bigger and more dangerous than he really was.

"You'll pay for this intrusion sure enough and for your insults," he sold him angrily, "Now get the heck out of here before I decide to attack you!"

"Oh, yeah?! I'm not leaving 'till you let her go and leave her alone!," the Australian answered.

"Well," Negative 1 smiled throwing her down, "Beating you up would surely be better, more enjoyable, and more of a challenge than beating up Negative 3. Are you ready?"

"More than ever!" exclaimed Negative 4 going on a defensive position

"Good!" responded Negative 1 grinning.

Suddenly, Negative 1 quickly ran toward Negative 4 and jumped up. Negative 4 did this, too, but jumped up for a flying kick. Still smiling, Negative 1 calmly placed his hand just below Negative 3 foot and, as soon as they collided, raised it causing his prey to be tipped over fall. Getting up from the first attack, Negative 4 attempted to plunge his fists into his leader but to no avail for Negative 1 blocked and dodged them all.

"Now, its my turn," replied the tyrant thrusting his left and right fists clear across Negative 4's face forcing blood from his victim's mouth and throwing him meter or so away form Negaive1. Negative 1 jumped back and ran toward him making a flying kick right into Negative 4's abdomen making him crash into a work table filled empty beakers, test tubes, and other glass laboratory equipment.

Struggling to get up, the bloodied Negative 4 was suddenly lifted up by Negative 1, who still threw him a volley of blows. The pain was unbearable as Negative 1 further ended it by throwing him back at the sharp broken shards of glass. Finally, Negative 1 took up his victim by the now crimson-red collar with his sword just inches from his neck.

"Now, my 'friend'," he called out in a grizzly and disturbing grin to the semiconscious Negative 4, "how about if I just ended your miserable existence right now, huh? That way I'll be able to do two things at a time: help my acquaintance, and execute you for the charges of disrespect for leader, damage of CND property, attempted assault on superior, misdemeanor, and a couple of other charges I'll be able to think of later."

"No, please stop!" sobbed Negative 3 trying to save her friend's life while tears came out of her eyes, "Please!"

"Shut up!" shouted Negative 1 as he giving her a slap that sent her sprawling backwards.

"No, please, please, don't!" cried the girl grabbing him by the black shirt littered with red blood and desperately begging him to hold his aggressive actions, "I'll go anything, just please, stop!!"

Still smiling, he asked, "Will you speed-up the rate in which the biological weapons are made to pass your closing deadline of two days?"

Remembering that increasing the speed at the rate required would greatly affect the strength on the armaments, she reasoned before being rudely interrupted, "But that will…"

"Will you make those weapons fast enough to pass the deadline of two days?!" he repeated in an angry tone and briskly bringing the blade closer to Negative 4's already bloodied neck.

No longer caring about the weapons but only about sparing Negative 4's life, she answered and pleaded, "Yes, ok, I'll do it! Just, please drop Negative 4, please!"

"Did you hear that, Negative 4?" Negative 1 asked grimily before throwing him down into the hard wooden floor, "Your girlfriend just saved your life. But next time, you won't be so lucky because nothing she will say or do will stop me!"

"…and I thought I'd actually have a challenge," grumbled the blood thirsty despot while walking to the sliding doors.

Suddenly stopping, he called out to the Chief of Security, "And would you kindly tighten security around here, Negative 4? There were five enemy scouts that were spying on us recently. I could feel them. Good night. I'm going to sleep."

Later that night…

Negative 4 was on one of the beds on sickbay treating Negative 4's many injuries and removing the broken glass from the already clotting wounds while all her other medical collages were working on the armaments.

"Ow!" Negative 4 moaned in agony as he could feel the wounds being reopened and new flesh still connected to the glass being ripped off him.

"Sorry," Negative 3 told him sadly while still treating him, "I shouldn't have pulled you into this. I just didn't mean for it to…"

"No, no, Kuki, it-it wasn't your fault," Negative 4 assured her amidst the pain, "I did this of my own accord. You know I love you and that I would gladly do anything in my power to protect you from the clutches of that evil man. I wouldn't imagine him doing this to you or something worse to you. Why, I'd no better die defending you than to allow him to do anything in his sick, sadistic, and twisted mind to you," he said pledging his life to safeguard her.

Looking up to her from his wounds, he saw that she had tears on her face… tears of love and compassion. Immediately she eagerly embraced him, her protector, guardian, and knight in shining armor whispering, "I love you!"

Somehow, despite the pain, despite the loss of energy and sensation in his arms due the profuse blood-loss, he, too, embraced her and stroked her long, smooth, black, silky hair.

"I love you, too, Kuki. I love you, too," he told her also teary eyed and with a cracking voice.

He loved her. She loved him back. They both knew that and nothing, absolutely nothing could change that.

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There it is KND Operation: DARK MIRROR Chap. 2!!! So what do you think of it? It's my first attempt at an ending like this. Anyway, how will the both sides prepare for the immanent war between the two superpowers? How will the whole KND organization act to it? Will this an easy win for our heroes of the KND… or will this battle be so terrible they will need not only the all they have , but also the help of the Adults, the Teenagers, and maybe even the Delightful Children from down the Lane? Find out in the next adventure Chap. 3 Preparation for War!!!