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: Hello peoples! Thanks for the good reviews! I found out that my mom and I with my little sister will be touring Washington DC from Thursday to Friday! Ha-ha-ha! I love it! I'll finally be able to see the US capitol(in other words, the White House) and the Smithsonian(the world famous)! Yes! Hopefully, it won't be snowing of with ice…I hate winter! Being from the tropics, I am the boy who hates snow and I ice so much! I keep on tripping and tripping and, when I fall into the ice, I can't get up…like my mom when she visited Scandinavia. Arg! Anyway, wish me luck and prayers there. We'll need all we can get in that long drive from Cary, North Carolina to Washington. Anyway…once again, thanks for the good reviews! Thanks and God bless!
PS Yes I suck in typing accents but I'm trying…
PPS And yes, this is a slightly longer chapter because I can't fit the stuff into the next chapter without complications in the plot. So, enjoy!
Chapter 9: Separation and Conflict
The tension was tough as a barrage of laser blasts crashed through the little defenses the KND group had as they fought form between pillars and downed barrels. Yet, the better equipped Kids Next Door broke through the ranks easily.
"Die, clowns!" Numbuh 192 shouted as he let fly a hail of laser blasts from his rifle on one hand and a B.L.E.N.D.A.A.R.(Big Loud Equipment Necessary for Discharging All Ammo Rounds) hand-gun on the other, "You'll never stop us! Long live the Kids Next Door and the coalition forces!"
"Numbuh 192," the British leader reminded him as he too shot down many enemy troops, "Our weapons are on permanent 'stun' mode. Remember? We're kids and it wouldn't be right for us to kill at such a young age."
"Yeah, yeah," the other responded as he continued firing his guns, "I know that but shouting 'Be stunned, clowns!' doesn't seem as dramatic as 'Die, clowns,' does it?"
"Raptors!" Numbuh 5 shouted amidst the fire as she pointed at a group of carnivorous reptilian beasts headed their way, "Bring' em down! Quick!"
"Bring' em down, bring' em down, bring' em down!" Numbuh 1 cried out as he turned his attention to the impending threat coming to them, "Execute attack pattern 4-3-2-90 delta, now!"
In response, the group turned their fire to the new given to them by their captain and abandoned the one they had obliterated all enemy resistance in.
"Let's bring these brutes down," Numbuh 5 shouted to them, "and show' em what we're made of!"
"Fire at will!" the captain instructed raising up his gun and causing all to discharge their weapons.
And as the hail of laser shot out, raptors fell by the dozen and the swarm of deadly, over-sized lizards still tan to them and threatened to pour in and decimate the group.
"Numbuh 86," Heindrich von Marzipan as he shot the foes with his heavy candy gattling gun, "Your green torch light! Use it and blind zese horrid bastards!"
"Right!" the Irish agent shouted as she let out a glaring light that caused the genetically revived lizards to try to cover their eyes and made them trample on each other.
"Machine guns, machine guns, machine guns!" Numbuh 1 shouted as the barrage went on and some of the foes were still headed their way. Finally, as the raptors fell in defeat, the exhausted group nearly fainted in fatigue.
"Numbuh 1," the Japanese operative turned to the leader from hearing the grumbling of her stomach, "Can we eat lunch? I'm hungry."
"Yeah, Numbuh 1," Numbuh 2 agreed clutching his belly, "We've been at this for hours and I'm hungry, too."
"Me, too!" Numbuh 192 also agreed.
"Well, I'm hungry, too," the Toilenator responded, "Can we eat?"
"Fine, fine," the leader agreed also feeling the pangs of hunger, "But we'd better eat somewhere these raptors won't smell our food. We'd have to push through a bit more before we eat."
"Fine with me," Mr. Boss responded wanting to be as far away from those rightfully extinct beasts as possible, "I don't want to be lizard food, either."
"Well then, what are we waiting for? Let's go!" the leader shouted, "We'll stop when I find a safe place."
And so, the pressed on and battled hordes of guards, giant scorpions, attack dogs, cheese monsters, genetically modified meat loaves, and other dastardly foes.
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Finally, they reached a hall with a fork on the road.
"Well," the leader told the others, "This place seems safe enough. Everyone get your lunches but eat with your weapons in hand's range. And eat quickly since we can't predict their attacks."
"Yay!" Numbuh 3 exclaimed as she quickly threw down her heavy back-pack pulled out a lunch box.
"Finally, too," Numbuh 2 said as he and the others did the same, "I am really, really hungry!"
"What are you having?" Numbuh 192 inquired his fellow team-mates as he drew out a container with dried fish, sliced tomatoes and garlic rice with an omelet, "I'm having this."
"Just a turkey sandwich," the American responded revealing a Subway™(not mine) sandwich, "with everything on it plus a meatball one and a bag of chips."
"Wow," Numbuh 192 sail with a look of shock, "that's a lot."
"Not really," Numbuh 2 responded, "It's just a light lunch."
"Sushi?" Numbuh 3 offered, "I'll trade you for some fish."
"Sure," the Numbuh 192 said handing her some fish, "What's this?"
"Smoked salmon," the girl responded handing it to him with her chopsticks, "Want wasabe?"
"Uh, sure," Numbuh 192 answered dipping the sushi without knowing that he had given the sushi too much of sauce.
"Hmmm," the Filipino operative muttered as he ate the morsel Japanese food, "Tastes really good! Want more fish? We could trade again."
"I think you should reach for your water bottle," Numbuh 3 told her friend as he suddenly started to show signs of discomfort, "You put way too much wasabe!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" a teary-eyed Numbuh 192 shrieked as he almost breathed out flames from his mouth, "My tongue! It burns! It burns! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRG!"
"Quickly," Numbuh 1 shouted to the others, "His water bottle! Someone, help him before our foes find our position! Quickly!"
Immediately, his comrades came to assist him pulling out his water canteen and shoving it into his mouth to silence him.
"Phew!" Numbuh 192 breathed a sigh of relief after emptying his canteen, "Next time, I'm dipping my sushi only of soy sauce…definitely, no more wasabe for me!"
"I thought you were used to it!" Numbuh 86 shouted at him, "Last time you were at the Moon Base, you left with a plate of hot Indian chicken curry."
"Yeah," the agent explained before he returned to his dried fish, "I'm used to spicy food when I eat it often. Once I get off it, I'm no longer used to it. That was the last time I ate Indian food."
"Well," Numbuh 1 reminded the group as he was almost done with his food, "You've make quite enough noise. Now eat quickly! We could be attacked soon."
"Right," Numbuh 192 responded digging into his edibles.
"Hmmm," the warrior operative thought as he ate, "I love the taste of fish early in the morning. Come to think of it, I love the taste of it any time, the same way I like chicken. I wonder if mother is cooking –"
His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a hail of laser blasts from behind that hurled him forward into the hard floor.
"What the Hell!" the boy exclaimed as he pulled his face from the plastic container and took hold of his gun, "You freaks! You just wasted some good fish! I can't believe you, guys! You will pay!"
"Ha-ha-ha!" one of the guards jeered, "hey there, Mr. Omelet-face! I guess you 'dug in' to your lunch! Ha-ha!"
"A good one, Philippe!" the others laughed as they shot at the group.
"Agr!" Numbuh 192 yelled as he ran to the sentries with a flame blazing in his eyes, "No one makes fun of and dishonors my name and lives to tell of it!"
"Oh crud," the first guard blurted out as he saw a green camouflaged 'raging demon' racing to him fully armed while shouting, "You will pay! You will pay! You will pay! You will pay! Dudurugin kita!(I will crush you!)"
An seconds, cries of pain and agony could be heard and the KND agents and their allies had to cover their eyes to shield themselves form such violence. Numbuh 192 was so enraged, he thrust his S.T.I.C.K.(Stick Tactical Instrument for Combative Khaos) clear across the guard's face and delivered a decisive kick to the abdomen.
"Take that, dishonorable fools!" the warrior kid growled bringing the foes blood curdling rout as he broke through the ranks with ease, "Feel my wrath!"
Soon, the boy was standing victoriously on a pile of unconscious guards heaped one over the others.
"Ha-ha!" he laughed triumphantly, "No one survives taunting me! No one! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! I am the ultimate warrior!"
"Hey, Mr. Ultimate Warrior," Numbuh 5 dragged him back to reality, "You have an omelet on your face."
"Oh, really?" the boy asked feeling his face and finding the fried egg on his forehead, "I guess I used too much oil then."
"There's a also tomato on your cheek," Numbuh 3 pointed.
"Oh, he-he-he," an red, embarrassed Numbuh 192 laughed nervously as he removed them out from his face.
"There are more troops headed this way, people," Numbuh 1 warned, "We should all put away our lunch things and get ready for war again."
"Agreed," Heindrich replied putting away his half-eaten breaded pork chop, "Let's go!"
"Attack position Delta 4," Numbuh 86 shouted.
"ETA(Estimated Time of Arrival) is 35 seconds," Numbuh 1 shouted pointing to one of the pathways, "get into position!"
"Right!" Numbuh 192 shouted straying his face with water, wiping it with tissue paper, and reloading his guns.
Numbuh 86 then sprayed the pathway with a clear liquid saying to herself, "Let's make this a little bit more interesting, shall we?"
"ETA is 3, 2, 1, incoming!" the leader shouted peering into his radar watch and shooting the guards down.
But the sentinels' surprise, they couldn't get a grip on the floor and they all fell to the ground with a loud THUD!
"Aaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggg!" they cried out trying to get up like a turned turtle in slippery ice(or like me in the winter while I'm using heavy jackets), "Can't get up!"
"Thanks t' the SWAT Team's special formula," the Irish agent smiled.
The satisfaction was suddenly interrupted when a barrage of gunfire. Numbuh 3 along with the others started returning fire to the guards and engaged the multitude of foes.
"Mr. Marzipan," Numbuh 1 called out, "Where do we go?"
"Vell," the archeologist reported holding out the digital map in German they had taken from a downed enemy guard, "Ve go to ze right-most passage. Ve should probably head zere now so zis mission is finally accomplished und ze verld is safe."
"Very well," the leader turned to the others, "Let's go, everyone! To the right-most passage!"
"Good," Numbuh 192, who was in front of the very left passage, grinned as he hurled an empty cartridge of ammunition behind him and turned to the right way, "We move out and we kick more enemy butt! Let's go!"
And the group left to that direction…all but one unfortunate Japanese agent who was too busy shooting down enemy guards…
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As the group walked, they encountered some resistance but cut through. They brought terror to the hearts of their foes. But finally, they noticed something was wring…someone was missing.
"Has anyone of you seen Numbuh 3?" inquired Numbuh 86 turning her head to those behind her.
"Not me," Numbuh 2 responded looking around for any traps hidden in the darkness, "last time I saw her, she was still in the fork a long way behind us."
"WHAT!" she demanded, "has anyone else seen her since?"
"Nope," the Toilenator replied, "Not since."
"Oh, no," Numbuh 1 stopped, "Numbuh 3 missing?"
"Appears so," the Irish operative growled.
"Then we'll have to turn back," the leader said not wanting to loose a good friend and team-mate, "We have to."
Soon, they found the fork but there was no trace on Numbuh 3 anywhere.
"I can't believe it!" Numbuh 2 exclaimed as he looked around, "It's as if she vanished. We just can't find any traces of her."
"And she's not within radar range either," the leader told them looking at his time piece, "we can't find her anywhere with out splitting up but splitting up cost us the mission."
"Well," Numbuh 86 growled glaring at Numbuh 192, "Whoever did it will have to will have to go lookin' for her but I already have my suspicions."
"What!" the other agent shouted of defense, "Why do you always blame me for everything! You blame be for your bad hair days! You blame me for the fall of Moscow! You even blame me for the fall of our beloved Sector V! Why do you always blame me for everything!"
"Because it's always your fault!" the feminist snapped at him.
"Oh yeah?" Numbuh 192 growled back, "It was your fault that Sector V fell to the CND and I can prove it!"
"Oh really now, Mr. Smarty-pants!" she darted at him, "Who's defense plans were used to defend the tree house, huh! Wasn't it yours!"
"Oh," Numbuh 192 smiled, "and who was it that believed some false intelligence reports and forced me to concentrate the soldiers to a place the CND never even touched and left the tree house defenseless?"
"The nerve!" the girl shouted at him, "And who's Head of Intelligence made a mistake by filling it in the 'authentic' pile!"
"Well," Numbuh 192 hissed, "He wasn't even my original Head of Intelligence! My original was sick, over-stressed, and infected with the flu! The one that took over was someone else's and was just fresh for the Academy therefore being inexperienced."
"Grrr," Numbuh 86 gnarled, "And who's responsibility was it to relieve the Head of Intelligence every so often and have a replacement one?"
"There was no one else to replace him because it was flu season and all the others were ill as well!" the warrior shouted back, "So why don't you just shut up and try –"
"You shut up, you stupid idiot!" Numbuh 86 yelled at him, "You weren't even able to drive in your point!"
"Oh, yes I did!' Numbuh 192 shouted back, "I proved to the others peoples' faces that you blame me and falsely accuse me for things I didn't cause!"
"Shut up, you dastard(a sneaking, malicious coward)!"
"You shut up, you pig-headed, fresh-water swab!"
"Heretical bullying technocrat!"
"Vegetable slave-trader!"
"Hydrocarbon gyroscope!"
"Fuzzy-wuzzy cannibalistic coconut!"
"Licorice-based invertebrate!"
"Ectoplasmic scum!"
"Australopithecus afarensis!"
"Shut up!"
"You shut up!"
"Shut up!"
"Boy!"
"Girl!"
SLAP!
"Arg!" Numbuh 192 growled feeling the sting of her hand on his cheek.
"That's it! I've had enough of you and your stupid self!" Numbuh 192 growled in fury, "You have annoyed and tormented me ever since I set foot into the Moon Base! No, you've tormented me even before that! You've plagued ever since I met you in the Academy and I hate it! I hate you and I hate your very guts!"
"Shut up, both of you!" Numbuh 1 yelled in an attempt to bring back order to his team, "No one should talk until he or she is ready for an civilized, intelligible conversation! Is that understood!"
The two continued in silence glaring at each other with a blaze of hatred burning in their eyes.
"Hey, Numbuh 1," Numbuh 5 shouted from the very left passage, "Whose is this?"
"Whose is what, Numbuh 5?" the leader inquired walking to the Second-in-Command.
"This," the African-American turned to her leader while holding up an empty canister of ammunition.
"That's a cheese cartridge from my B.L.E.N.D.A.A.R." Numbuh 192 explained, "Why?"
"Aha!" Numbuh 86 shouted showing him the ammunition canister, "So, Numbuh 3's loss was your fault!"
"Very well then," Numbuh 192 said cocking up his guns and taking full responsibility for his action, "I shall go to look for her."
"Lee ya' later, loser!" Numbuh 86 jeered laughing as he withdraw from them.
"Then, I'll be seeing you in the Tower," the other operative said walking into the black abyss of the tunnel with his rifle-light on, "idiot."
And with that, he separated and left the group hoping to find Numbuh 3 regain his honor, which was lost by that un-called-for outburst of anger, and walked into the dark unknown…
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Meanwhile, deep in that passageway, the wandering Japanese agent walked in confusion as she looked in vain for her other comrades.
"This is so weird," Numbuh 3 talked to herself while keeping alert, "like the Rainbow Monkeys' Sherlock Holmes and the Evil Monkey on the Baskervilles. I followed Numbuh 192's cheese cartridge but no Kids Next Door. Where are they?""
Soon, she reached a sliding door inscribed with the words 'Die Gefängnis-Zellen.' Noticing at map with printed letters just beside the door, she tried to find directions for finding her allies but her search was in vain. God had better plans. Instead, she found the name of familiar friend and his location.
It read, "Numbuh 4 Gefängnis-Zelle 85"(emphasis provided)
Her hear leaping for joy, she raced into the huge chamber running from isle to isle of jail cells counting the jail cell numbers to 85, shrieking in delight, "NUMBUH 4, NUMBUH 4, NUMBUH 4, NUMBUH 4, NUMBUH 4, NUMBUH 4, NUMBUH 4, NUMBUH 4, NUMBUH 4, NUMBUH 4, NUMBUH 4, NUMBUH 4, NUMBUH 4, NUMBUH 4, NUMBUH 4, NUMBUH 4, NUMBUH 4, NUMBUH 4!"
But her hopes were dashed into pieces when she saw an empty jail cell with a skull image inscribed in it.
"Noooooooooooooooooooooo!" the teary-eyed girl cried out as she fell to her knees, "I came too late…and now, he's gone…"
"Sorry, missy," a Southern cowboy accent said from behind bars, "They took him not five minutes ago."
"Where? What direction?" Numbuh 3 demanded wiping away her tears and revealing a face filled with fury, "AND WHERE DID THEY TAKE HIM!"
"Over there," the character said pointing to the left side, "they said something about bringing him to Execution Chamber 32 to be dipped in some hot acid."
Immediately, he saw the lock on his cell blasted to pieces and a mustard hand-gun with a belt of ammunition thrown at him.
"Gee, thanks," the captured KND agent called out taking up the light armaments. But he couldn't see her anymore for she had already gone into the shadows in her new mission of saving her old comrade. All else he heard from her was the tapping of her rapidly moving shoes as she sped by the cells…
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Meanwhile, in main Engineering of the fortress, Negative 1 was enraged by a report given to him by him by his Chief Engineer.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOU ACCIDENTALLY KILLED MY PSYCHIC SENSE!" the incensed dictator roared at the trembling American, who had fallen on his back and was trying to get away form that 'exploding volcano,' "You TRAITOR, you will die for this!"
"Sir," cowering Negative 2 begged for his life while the tyrant waved him around by the collar, "I'm sorry! I'm really, really sorry, sir! If Negative 3 where with me, she would have been able to know before-hand and would have been able to stop it from happening! Please, forgive me, sir! I beg of you!"
"That's 'Grand Dictator' to you, maggot!" the despot rammed him against the wall and pulled out his sword, "That's what's why I've decided to end your miserable live once and for all!"
"Mr. Grand Dictator, sir," Negative 2 pleaded even more desperately as the blade was held closer and closer to his neck, "Please, spare me! I'm just a poor, insignificant kid! Please, forgive me and spare the sword! I beg of you, please!"
The session was suddenly interrupted when a high-ranking CND officer entered the room with a look of hopelessness and of regret, "Grand Dictator, sir, I have some rather grim news for you, sir. Please, sir –"
His sentence was abruptly broken when the American unexpectedly thrown down and Negative 1's fist came striking the senses off the officer.
"Ow," the CND operative groaned as he struggled to get up from the sharp blow and wiped the blood from his now-crimson nose, "That hurt terribly."
"What did I say about entering a room with me in it without ringing the doorbell!" the Grand Dictator demanded directing his sword to the new-comer.
"I'm sorry, sir," he apologized on his knees, "I-I came toll you very, very terrible news, sir. But please, Grand Dictator, don't be angry with me after I deliver it!"
"I'll consider it," Numbuh 1's opposite growled still glaring at him, "What is it!"
"Sir, the intruders…they just won't stop," the officer stuttered, "W-we threw everything we had on them but they just keep on coming closer. They are-they're nearing the Tower and Great Hall around it. If this continues, y-your great and m-mighty plans will be t-t-thwarted, sir. W-what do we do, sir?"
"Idiot!" the evil dictator delivered another sharp blow to the poor, unfortunate officer who was sent crashing on the hard floor below him while bleeding from the nose, "You are an idiot! A great, big, stupid idiot! You're as dumb as bread! No, you dumber than that! You make a stone seem like a genius compared to you!"
Turning to the all the others in the room, he cried out in anger, "You're stupid! All of you! I'm just gonna kill you all and cut all of your heads off! Damn you all'!"
Sometime later, outside the room, another officer ran to the sliding door just to be stopped by the secretary sitting by the entrance on a desk.
"Hey, where do you think you're going?" she called to him.
"I have to see the Grand Dictator," the officer reported, "I have to tell him terrible news!"
"Too late," the secretary responded, "another officer entered a few moments also and came out bleeding all over. Wanna join him in Sickbay?"
"I have no time for this!" the officer snapped at her, "He has to react now!"
"Wait for him to cool down," the secretary suggested, "he's not in the mood,"
"Growling the officer shouted at her, "What the Hell is your problem, woman? Are you stopping me form – "
His speech was cut short by the hissing of the door and much loud cursing.
"I ordered chocolate cream-filled donuts," Negative 1's furious voice shouted, " But you gave me chocolate-cream filled! Can't you follow orders, you stupid Frenchman! Out with you! OUT!"
The kid in a chef's attire came flying out and tray of pastry fell with him as he heard another order, "And don't come back without what I really ordered, dim-whit!"
"But sir," the chef protested as the door closed, "I'm not French! I'm Roma –"
The door hissed shut on his face before he could continue.
" – nian!" he carry through kneeling while still facing the door with a distraught look on his face, "What did I ever do to deserve this? Why is this happening to me? Why why, why?"
The officer looked at the secretary in a look of shock, "Wow…"
"The walls are supposed to be air-tight so I don't hear the boss in his office," the secretary said still looking at the officer, "but he shouts so loud like a spoiled brat that I can still hear him. What was the news anyway? I'll tell him at a better time."
"A coup de tat has just been launched," the officer reported.
"By who," the secretary inquired taking up a pen and paper.
"By Negative 4," the officer responded.
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There it is KND Operation: DARK MIRROR Chap. 9! So what do you think of it? Will the conflict between Numbuh 192 and 86 be resolved? What about Numbuh 3, will she be able to come just in time to save her precious Numbuh 4 or will she come too late just to see him dissolve in that hot, boiling acid? What effect will Negative 4 have on the KND take over? For better of for worse? Will he join them or will he fight them? Find out in the next adventure Chap.10!
