Now Loading KND Operation: DARK MIRROR
Disclaimer: I do not own the Kids Next Door organization or show. I just wish I did. Oh, yeah, but own Numbuh 192,776, Numbuh 192, Numbuh 143, and Numbuh 76, Negatives 1-5, Negative 75.
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!
Note from author: Sorry for the drop of quality on this and the last chapter but this is important to the story, especially with the fact that the final chapter is very, very close. My mind seems to be quite asleep these past days and I don't know why. Anyway, enjoy! Once again, thanks for the good reviews! Bye and God bless!
Chapter 8: The Mission Begins
"Wait a minute," Numbuh T said turning to the Japanese agent in front of him, "I can't have made a mistake. I checked the calculations more than twice!"
"Oh, really?" inquired the Mushi Sanban holding up a folder full of paper with scribbles all over them, "If this is accurate math, then nothing here makes sense."
"Sow me the error," Numbuh 2's brother challenged, "I bet it's all just a misunderstanding."
"Here," he presented a paper to him and pointed to it, "You forgot to raise the '1' in this part. And, over here, you confused '3' for '7.' And over here, you skipped a division problem."
"Minor mistake," the American justified himself, "What can significant change can a '1' and '3' do to the whole process? We use significant figures on the final answer. I seriously doubt that that small thing can do anything too important."
"It sure can," answered the little girl driving into him her point, "ESPECIALLY IF IT'S IN THE FIRST STEP!"
"Oh…" Numbuh T said speechless and embarrassed.
"So, as you can see, this is a big problem," she told him still looking at him, "And we have to something quickly."
"I'll try to locate the team with the transporter's inter-dimensional scanner," the boy said turning back to his controls, "I should be able to lock on to the computer chips given by the British Secret Service to Numbuh 1 and the others."
"Good," the girl responded turning to another console, "But using this computer, I'll correct your mistakes so we can give them the correct coordinates."
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Meanwhile…
After what seemed like a blink of an eye, the team found themselves in a forested area about half a meter above the ground. Naturally, the laws of gravity took over.
"Ow!" they cried as they slammed into the land under them.
"That was definitely not a smooth landing," Numbuh 5 said getting up.
"Speak for yourself," Mr. Boss replied with his hand on his back, "I fell on a stone."
"That's got to hurt," Numbuh 192 remarked standing.
"We'd better scout around to find out what part of Paris we are in," commanded Numbuh 1 turning his watch to 'radar mode.'
"Hmm…" Numbuh 3 said looking at some vegetation, "I know these plants. But I remember seeing this back in Japan."
"That sounds strange," Numbuh 192 said peeking from between two trees, "Maybe, we're in an international garden of sorts, though I don't know on any if France."
Suddenly, he heard people shouting in an almost unknown language.
"Hey," the Japanese agent said with a smile, "I understood what they said!"
"Huh," Numbuh 192 asked turning his head to her, "what did they say?"
"Hmm…" responded Numbuh 3 thinking a bit, "Well, I think I know what they said. The pronunciations and grammar is only a bit different, but I understood it to be, 'Intruders! Over there! Get them immediately!' but that seems a bit too…"
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
The response was interrupted by 5 ninja-stars aimed directly for him but missed by merely millimeters of the trees Numbuh 192 seeked shelter in.
"Donnerwetter!(Darn it!)," Heindrich cursed in German pulling out his candy machine gun..
"Aaaaarrrrrrggghhh!" the terrified Numbuh 192 shrieked it terror as he ran from incoming arrows headed for him, "We're under attack!"
"Look," shouted Numbuh 1 pointing to the horizon, "Samurai warriors at 3 o'clock!"
"Die, evil foes!" the Termi-Toilenator shouted throwing his fists to their general directions thus hurling toilet paper at the horsemen headed for them, "Feel my wrath!"
At once, two warriors fell from their horses and caused the others to be enraged all the more.
"Wait a minute," Numbuh 5said thinking after a bit, "Samurai warriors don't throw ninja-stars! Ninjas do!"
As she said this, they noticed a group of fast-moving black blurs headed for them and knocking out Numbuh 86 and Heindrich. Soon, everyone was shooting these brisk-moving figures and attacking the samurai in horseback. But as they saw more and more approaching, Numbuh 1 saw that, if this didn't stop soon, they would all be defeated. Still firing, he pulled out his communicator and called out, "Numbuh 1 to Numbuh T! Numbuh 1 to Numbuh T, do you read me?"
Seeing no response, he called out again, ""Numbuh 1 to Numbuh T! Numbuh 1 to Numbuh T, do you read me?"
The leader then heard his communicator crackle a bit and reply, "I read you loud and clear, Numbuh 1. Status, please?"
"We are currently under attack from a group of Japanese Medieval warriors!" Numbuh 1 shouted, "This isn't where or when we wanted to be! What happened!"
"He-he," Numbuh 2's brother nervously, "It seems I made a slight error in my calculations. Sorry about that."
"Slight!" came another response form the communicator, "You were off by 8 dimensions!"
"Mushi?" Numbuh 3 asked taking the communicator from the leader, "Is that you?"
"Numbuh 3!" Numbuh 1 shouted taking the communicator from her, "We don't have the time for this! Numbuh T, GET US OUT OF HERE!"
"But Mushi is still recalculating the coordinates," Numbuh T said, "Where will I send you guys?"
"ANYWHERE!" The leader shouted dodging two arrows, "Just not here!"
"OK," the engineer responded, "Here goes nothing."
In seconds, they saw themselves being converted into energy and disappearing. After another short time period, they landed in a dimly lit place in which it was hard to see.
"OK, troops," Numbuh1 said to the others before talking back to the communicator, "Everyone, activate your lights."
Instantly, they all reached for their rifles and hit a button to cause a flashlight to fold itself out of the barrel and turn on. As they scanned their surroundings, they found themselves to be in a dark cave of sorts.
"How's here?" inquired Numbuh T from the communicator, "Can you guys wait here till the calculations are done?"
"Yes," responded the leader, "So far, so good. I think we can stay here. How about…"
"What was that!" inquired Numbuh 3 pointing.
"What was what?" asked Numbuh 192 looking.
"I saw something move," she said with a troubled look, "but, it's I can't see it anymore. Where is it?"
"Maybe, It's just your imagination," the boy explained, "I see nothing."
"Hey," Numbuh 2 said in surprise, "Over there! Look!"
"Huh?" Numbuh 1 questioned, "What do you mean, I see nothing."
SPLAT!
"Huh" Numbuh 192 asked even more puzzled as a huge drop of a clear gooey liquid fell on him. Cautiously, he looked up and shrieked in utter terror as he saw a giant tarantula the size of a mini-van jumped down from its original location above them and attempt to eat him.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!" he screamed as he ran, "Why does everything happen to me!"
"RUN!" shouted Numbuh 1 as he himself dashed away from the giant treat, "HELP!"
Regaining his courage, Numbuh 192 asked, "Why am I running! I'm no mere soldier! I'm a warrior!"
Instantly, he pulled out his bolo(a ancient Philippine sword) from the sheath and tied it to the S.T.I.C.K. given to him a few hours before by using a bandage form the Med-Kit on his belt, therefore making himself a spear of sorts.
"Die, evil beast!" he shouted as a battle cry as he ran to the gigantic arachnid, "Die!"
"Numbuh 192!" Numbuh 1cried out as he and the others ran away from the danger, "What are you doing! You'll kill yourself! We need you in Paris, we can't afford to have you killed before then! Come back!"
Not hearing his commander's order, the warrior sped to the beast and slice off one of the spider's front legs and speared through the giant's belly. In response, tarantula lurched backwards and to see the tiny attacker and tried to pierce him with its fangs. But the kid jumped back and dug into the spider's eyes with his blade. The gory, bloodstained beast shrieked in agony as this happened and tried to get away but it being blinded caused it to bump into rock. Shrieking again, the beast turned to a different direction and left as soon as possible back into the darkness it came from.
"And don't come back!" the boy shouted as it left.
"Phew!" Numbuh 192 sighed in relief, "I'm glad that's over! And I can't believe I actually survived that…and won!"
"Numbuh 192," the leader said with his hand to Numbuh 192's shoulder, "Are you ok?"
"I'm good," the boy responded to the question, "although I won't be able to this bandage anymore. It's all bloodied up."
"You'd better clean yourself up quickly," the leader told him, "When the coordinates could come at any minute."
"Sure," the agent said seeing a hearing the trickling of water somewhere in the cave, "I'll be back in a few minutes. See ya!"
Within a few moments, he returned to them with a smile asking, "Are we leaving yet?"
"Yep," Numbuh 5 said taking her backpack up together with her rifle, "We were just waitin' for ya!"
"Sorry for the long wait, then," he apologized, "I had to wash my weapons, too."
"That's ok," Numbuh 1 said, "At least, we don't have to worry about a giant spider being with us anymore. That thing was huge!"
"Guys, you ready?" a voice came from Numbuh 1's communicator, "I am."
"Not yet, Numbuh T," the leader told the engineer, "I forgot to give the team something."
"Call me when you're all prepared," the communicator crackled.
"Guys," the leader told the team holding some computer chips up to them, "I have to give you all these. They are tracking chips that tell me radar watch that you're not foes. Otherwise, I might mistake you and accidentally shoot you. Take one, they are all of you. Each chip has been painted with a significant portion of your names. For example, Numbuh 5 has '5,' on it Mr. Boss has 'B,' Numbuh 2 has '2,' and so forth."
"Numbuh 1," Numbuh 3 said as they all took one and noticed that there was one more left with nothing marked on it, "Whose is that chip?"
"It's a spare on in case one of us looses theirs," explained the leader placing it back into his pocket and instructing them, "Put them in a protected on you so they don't get crushed by enemy fire and I can find you guys at all times. Understood?"
"Eye!" they all cried out as they hid their pieces of silicon.
"Good," the leader said pulling out his communicator, "Numbuh T, we're all ready. Transport us at anytime!"
"One moment," the engineer said tapping on some keys, "It's a good thing that I didn't transport you people before that pause. I found that I typed the wrong thing and was about to send you all the Sun. Sorry about that. But this will only take a minute."
"Numbuh 2," the Second-in-Command told the American, "How can you, a great and almost legendary engineer, have such a stupid, clumsy nitwit for a brother?"
"Oh, come on!" the boy tried to defend his kin, "Give him a break! He only joined the force two days ago, for crying out loud!"
"Shut up, both of you!" the captain ordered them while looking at his radar watch, "Strange, this says that there is a wave of unmarked life-forms headed out way at 6 o'clock."
"Zis direction?" Heindrich asked pointing.
"Come to think of it," the leader said studying his watch closely, "they're coming in all directions."
Suddenly, they all heard a loud, ear piecing shriek like that of the giant spider that Numbuh 192 had defeated not long ago.
"Man, yo in big trouble now!" Numbuh 5 shouted to the boy beside her as she and everyone else protected their ears for the noise, "He's got his buddies wid'im."
"Not him again!" Numbuh 192 exclaimed covering his ears, "I nearly died of fright fighting the last one! Surely, I can't face agroup of them!"
"Numbuh T," the leader shouted into his communicator, "Are you done correcting the stuff you typed into the transporter! We need to get out of this place as soon as possible!"
"One moment, Numbuh 1," the boy told him, "I'm 98 done!"
"Faster, faster, faster!" the leader urged him, "We're running out of time!"
"And done!" the kid shouted in triumph, "Transporting now!"
And just as he had said this, a flood of arachnids rushed to them like a raging tsunami at such a pace that they nearly were devoured had they not suddenly disappeared with a bright flash of light.
They, then materialized in another forested area though different from where they had appeared minutes before. Again, Numbuh 1 had them scout around and scan their surroundings.
"This certainly is Paris Numbuh 1," Numbuh 2 said pointing, "Look, the Eiffel Tower."
"More like the Psychic Dominator," the leader corrected him and turned to the others, "OK, everyone! Now we know were we are, it's time to study our target and try to find any way we can enter the Tower. As you can see it is now surrounded by a fort-like structure. We have find a way in or we all came here for nothing! Everyone, start searching! I'll be on guard watching out for enemy patrols."
"Right," they all replied pulling out binoculars from their backpacks
After what seemed like hours of observing and discussing with others, they finally came to a conclusion.
"It's impenetrable," Numbuh 5 reported to her leader, "The team and I have been searching for hours and we can't find a secure way in without alerting the guards! Man, they've thought of everything! We can find no weak spot we can enter securely. None, zilch, nada! They have a perfect defense! We need an army just to break in! It's as if they were ready for us or something!"
"Even with my spotless reputation of having no failure these types of missions I have to agree with her," conformed Numbuh 192, "In all my years of ghost recon missions, I've never seen a defense like this. They cover every possible ground for breaking in. We can't go in without the guards knowing and taking action and killing us all. It's impossible!"
"But we have to get in," the captain protested, "The fate of our world rests in out hands. The future of mankind rests in shoulders. And we can't let them down! Everyone is counting on us and we can't afford to fail in this mission of all missions! We have to get in!"
"We know we have to," Numbuh 2 exclaimed in utter exasperation and discouragement, "but the question is how?"
"Guys," the Termi-Toilenator shouted for joy, "I think I've got the answer!"
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Sometime later, team found themselves in an unprotected outdoor men's room all standing in front of a toilet bowl.
"No!" protested Numbuh 5 in absolute rage and annoyance, "Numbuh 5 is not going on top of a toilet and allow herself to be flushed down the drain only to find herself standing on another toilet in the CND base! I am not going to do this!"
"Yeah," Numbuh 86 joined in, "You've already pushed us far enough by bringing us into this filthy place! We're not doing it!"
"And what if we find someone sitting on the other side while we go up?" Numbuh 3 said shivering at the mere thought of it as she added that it the into the argument against the plan.
"Oh, crud," Numbuh 192 thought to himself as he heard what the girls had said, "That would be disgusting."
"Ug," Numbuh 1 said starting to shiver a bit.
"Arg," growled Mr. Boss with his hands to his face, "And whose stupid idea was this again?"
"Oh, come on, guys," the Termi-Toilenator exclaimed, "What are the chances of that? Besides its bound to work and it's a lot better than any of the plans we've come up with!"
"And is someone is using the toilet when we get there?" inquired Numbuh 3.
"Trust me, there's no one on using it right now," the Lord of the Toilet Bowl said sitting on the toilet like a Hindu master in meditation.
"And how do we know for sure?" Numbuh 86 questioned.
"Trust me," the Termi-Toilenator assured them.
"People!" Numbuh 192 exclaimed as he peaked outside, "Patrolling enemies are heading this way! We have to get out of here and quick!"
"We can knock'em out," Numbuh 86 suggested, "We can easily beat'em with our new weapons!"
"No," responded Numbuh 1, "Patrols are normally required to report to their superiors at regular intervals and, if they fail to do so, it could bring the fortress to red alert."
"What do we do?" Mr. Boss shouted of panic, "We're gonna be caught!"
"Not necessarily," Numbuh 1 exclaimed thinking quickly, "if we get out fast enough."
"But how!" Numbuh 2 shouted also starting to panic.
"Oh, crud," muttered Numbuh 192, "We might have to do as the Toilenator suggested and trust in what he said."
"Quickly," Numbuh 1 shouted, "It's our only way out! To the toilets!"
"I can't believe I'm doing this!" Numbuh 5 complain as she stood on the toilet bowl life everyone else.
"Dear God, help us, please," pleaded Numbuh 192 also standing on the lavatory.
"TOILENATOR, AWAY!" cried out the toilet god thrusting out his plunger to the air causing them all to start spinning and descending.
"God have mercy on us all!" Numbuh 192 cried out.
"What the Hell?" two guards asked themselves as they heard these loud commotions and started running for the men's room, "Get them!"
As they kicked the door open and inspected the desolate place, they were puzzled.
"D'mitri, am I going mad?" the confused boy inquired as he looked under the empty stalls.
"I don't know, Youseff," the other said also perplexed, "But, when my shift is done, I am definitely doing to Sick Bay for a check-up."
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The team later found themselves in the men's room of the base and, as promised by the Toilenator, it was empty. And the team was just as stunned as the guards in the other end.
"This goes against the laws of physics," Numbuh 1 said looking at himself, "I wet my shoes standing on the lavatory but we're all relatively dry."
"Yeah," a perplexed Numbuh 192 said, "We're supposed to be wet."
"I'm glad were not," Numbuh 5 said also seeing herself to be dry, "'cause toilet water is nasty!"
"Definitely," everyone agreed.
"So," inquired Mr. Boss, "What gives?"
"That, my friends, is toilet power! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!" shouted the Lord of the Toilet proudly.
"Surely, his cheese slipped off his cracker," Numbuh 192 said waving his finger around the side of his head.
"Yup," Numbuh 5 agreed, "I wouldn't be surprised if it were so."
"OK, guys," the leader told them, "The easy part of getting here has been solved. Now, our real mission begins…"
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"Sir," a soldier reported to a dark figure who happened to be Negative 1, "Intelligence tells us that that a small sabotage party has been deployed against the Psychic Dominator. How do we react?"
"Well, centurion(captain) ," Negative 1 said starting to get up with a heavy lead helmet on, "It seems that we have to make a few security precautions and reinforce the guards."
"No, Grand Dictator," Negative 2 tried to usher the dictator to stay on the chair he was in, "We need you here so we can tune the Tower to your psychic frequency."
"Damn it!" the depot shouted, "this bulky helmet is constricting my psychic abilities. I can't even sense a thing!"
"Please, sir," pleaded the engineer to his superior, "Please keep still."
"Anyway," Negative 1 told the centurion, "Have Negative 4 reinforce Security immediately!'
"Eye, sir," the centurion bowed, "Immediately, sir."
"And by the way," he added with a grim smile, "could you add to the today's agenda 'our favorite guest's execution…?"
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There it is KND Operation: DARK MIRROR Chap. 8! So what do you think of it? Will Numbuh 4 indeed die a most cruel and painful death? Will the KND and its allies be able to stop the Psychic Dominator and the CND from reigning supreme with an iron fist and from crushing the world they all knew and loved? Will all come to an end for our good and faithful friend of the KND? What will happen next? Find out in the next adventure Chap.9!
