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! Now is the time to thank all who have been good enough to review my work. Thanks, friends! I'll thank you all personally who reviewed first to last. I should have done this before but I stupid enough not to. It never crossed my mind until now.

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Epilogue

Numbuh 192 was walking toward a small, personal-class M.O.S.Q.U.I.T.T.O.H. (Massively Oversized Super Quick Undercover Icy Treat Transport On Helio-Jets) craft for a trip. Walking to a friend of his, he told him, "OK, Numbuh 875, I'm putting you in charge of things for now. I'll be back in 5 days or so according to what is needed. Take good care of everything, ok?"

Boarding the vehicle and waving goodbye, Numbuh 192 entered the cockpit to take control. Rising, M.O.S.Q.U.I.T.T.O.H. zoomed out of the Moon Base with a coarse set to Earth.

"Personal log," the agent said pressing the 'log' button on his chair, "Star date 0216140705: With the War of the Children Next Door 3 months over, the world governments are now rebuilding themselves with the economy being restarted. The Kids Next Door has just finished rebuilding and repairing its tree house bases around the globe. The Negative World and the Positive World have now begun negotiations for peace. Great political and religious revolutions are occurring all over the Negative World since books on democratic republican governments, Bibles, and other Positive World books have been introduced…"

He took a big Kit-Kat™ (not mine) bar from his backpack and opened it.

"But what has happened in the past 3 months to my friends from that mission?…"

Taking a bite of the tasty treat he continued, "Numbuh 1 what has happened to him? Well… he received a Nobel Peace Prize for expert leadership in helping to end the terrible War that ensued earlier…"

"Thank you all," Numbuh 1 smiled proudly as he was awarded the famous medal, "Thank you all for this wonderful prize. I will treasure it for all of my life. But first, I would like to thank my parents and my team, Numbuhs 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5, Mr. Boss, the Toilenator, and the Children Next Door Liberation Army leader , Negative 4. I couldn't have done it without them…"

"Numbuh 2 was awarded a $2 Million gift certificate for helping re-program the Psychic Dominator…"

"Are you sure that we can trust Numbuh 2 with that certificate?" Numbuh 5 asked as she and Numbuh 1 were walking down the hall of their tree house, "I mean—"

Numbuh 1 reassured her, "Of course, Numbuh 5. We can trust him with that. With all our experience with him, I'm very much sure that he can make wise investments. If it will reassure you, come, let's pay him a visit."

They both walked to a pair of sliding doors with a '2' painted to it.

"Numbuh 1," the Second-in-Command started to feel some discomfort as she hesitantly followed her superior, "I'm not sure about this. I have a bad feelin' about—"

"Oh come on, Numbuh 5. It'll be fine," the British captain said as he rang to doorbell, "Trust me Have faith in your fellow—"

As soon as the door hissed open, an avalanche of candy, chocolate bars, bags of chips, boxes of baked pastry, and other goods poured out forcing the two into all around the tree house. They finally stopped in the mission room nearly drowning in the snacks.

"Ptuw," Numbuh 5 sway to the surface and spit out a bag of M&M's™ Crispy (not mine), "I told you, Numbuh 1"

"Hey," Numbuh 3 said surfacing and holding up a Japanese brand of snack in a container similar to Tic-Tacs™ (also not mine), "it's Choco Baby™! I haven't had this in a long time!"

"Koko™ (not mine)!" Numbuh 4 exclaimed holding a chocolate bar on his hands as he appeared out of nowhere, "I remember this back in Australia. And look, Twinkies™! I love those things!"

Numbuh 1 rose form the ocean of snacks with a Kellogg's Coco Chex™ on his head.

"Hey!" Numbuh 2 shouted as he rowed his way to them on a raft with some Philippine Creamo™ chocolate cookie sandwiches on board, their American counterpart of Oreo™'s, and some gallon bottles of milk, "I just arranged them alphabetically!"

"Grrrrrrrrrrrr! You spent all that money of these optional snack foods instead on much-needed supplies!" Numbuh 1 was shaking in fury as he saw the Chief Engineer drew nearer.

"Ha-ha," the engineer chuckled nervously and held out a Krispy Kreme™ original in an vain attempt to appease the captain, "Donut?"

"NUMBUH 2!"

"Numbuh 3 was awarded the Medal of Honor for risking her life to save the life of her comrade, Numbuh 4. Numbuh 4 didn't receive anything for being the first one captured in the War but, to my surprise, he's happy with it… "

"Have any of you guys seen Numbuh 4?" Numbuh 2 inquired as he walked to the others, "I searched everywhere but I haven't seen him all day. "

"He's helping Numbuh 3 in some medical experiment," Numbuh 5 responded lifting her eyes from a book, "At least that's what she told me."

"Then, she should be in the Med-Labs below," Numbuh 1 concluded turning to his friend from the computer, "That's where they're supposed to be."

"But they're no there," Numbuh 2 said answered, "He's not in his room, either."

"That's weird," Numbuh 5 said getting up from the couch and putting her book down, "Let's look for them."

Some time later…

"Hello, what's this?" Numbuh 1 asked himself as he saw a folder on the floor just in front Numbuh 3's room, "It's an experiment Lab Report Sheet. What's it doing here?"

"Maybe we'll find some clues on the folder," Numbuh 5 said taking it from the leader and reading it, "What the Hell?"

"What?" Numbuhs 1 and 2 asked with eagerness, "What is it?"

"Look at the objectives!" the Second-in-Command read aloud, "'1. To test the theory that one burns a calorie for every two minutes of good kissing'? '2. To find the results of using different techniques and variations'? 3. 'To—' Wait a minute… This isn't an experiment! This is a—!"

The sliding doors in front of them hissed opened revealing a Numbuh 4.

"Bye," came Numbuh 3's happy, cheerful voice cried out, "Hope you had a good time!"

"Whoa!" the red-faced, kiss-mark littered, googly eyed, goofy smiling Australian stumbled out of the room and muttered, "I love experiments. Experiments good…real good…"

"I don't see how that's possible though…"

"Numbuh 5 was also given the KND Award of Excellence and, like Numbuh 1, received numerous invitations to be the captain of another tree house…"

"The mail's on! I'll sort'em! " Numbuh 4 jumped to the in-box with a mountain of envelopes.

An hour later, the operative then delivered them to the designated rooms.

Numbuh 5 was in her room reading, when all of a sudden…

"Heads up, Numbuh 5," she heard, "It's mail time!"

"Holy crap! Not agai—" she tried to say before a flood of envelopes engulfed her in less than a split seccond.

"You have proposals from all over the world! See?" Numbuh 4 shouted, "You have invitations form Sector A , Sector G, Sector P, Sector Æ, Sector Ù, Sector É, Sector Ö, Sector J, Sector Ë, Sector Ø, Sector , Sector P, Sector N, Sector D, Sector Ë, and everywhere else!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" she cried out pushing her head out of the ocean of mail, "I can't take it any more! Two whole weeks with too many invitations!"

"She must be enjoying her new-found popularity…"

"Anyway, as for Numbuh T, has been improving in his skills of computing coordinates for the transporters… "

"OK," a fellow engineer said with a smile, "Lunch time! Numbuh T, send me to the cafeteria with the transporter! This'll be fun!"

"Copy that, Numbuh 372" Numbuh 2's brother started tapping on the keys of his touch-screen console, "Calculating…on the platform immediately!"

"I'm there," the engineer hopped into the small stage in front of him, "Let's go!"

"Transporting," Numbuh T said tipping a red button, "See ya there!"

With a flash of fight, Numbuh 372 vanished…

"Whoa," the engineer said seeing Romans looking at him from the chairs of what looked like a baseball arena, "Look at this place."

"Awesome," people fighting to the death," the engineer jumped up, "Oh, yeah! I must be in the in the…the…the…"

"ROAR!" a lion him bellowed behind him.

"The Coliseum!" the engineer shrieked remembering what the structure was know for, "I'm gonna die! HELP!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" he yelled inn the radio, "Help me! Get me out of here!"

Back in the Moon Base…

"Help! Help! Numbuh T, get me outta here!" came cries from the KND agent's communicator, "Help me! Please!…"

"I'm almost there!" Numbuh T exclaimed as he ran from hall to hall on his way to the cafeteria completely oblivious of his mistake and the current situation his fiend was in, "Oh, I forgot my communicator back in Main Engineering. Oh, well. I'm hungry!"

"At least, that's what he tells me…"

"As for Numbuh 86, we're finally friends! Yahoo!…"

"I see you're enjoying the CND-KND-DNK-Adults-Teenagers Victory Party, "Numbuh 1 smiled at Numbuh192 as he walked by.

"Why yes, I am," the agent smiled back, "and I'm also—"

"Bringing a soda to my date," grinning Numbuh 2 added jokingly..

"No, I am not!" Numbuh 192 exclaimed, "I am only fulfilling a promise! Now, if you both excuse me, I have to go. We'll talk again later."

The two snickered as the boy left.

"Here's your root beer," Numbuh 192 placed the tall glass beside Numbuh 86 who in-turn shoved a glass of a red, bubbling liquid to his side, "What's this?"

"Uh…cherry soda," the girl quickly stuttered in return.

"Um, right," he looked at her with a suspicious face before bringing the bubbling mixture to his lips.

A smile emended in the Irish girl's face as he saw him chugging the liquid down as he always did to drink.

"With THIS," Numbuh 86 added holding up an empty hot sauce bottle with an image of a nuclear explosion and a warning on the side which read, "Warning: Really Hot. Please do not take more than 4 drops of sauce at a time. Excessive ingestion of product could cause…"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" the red-faced, victimized agent shouted as flames spewed out of his mouth and steam came out of his ears, "I'LL GET YOU, YOU TREACHEROUS, NO GOOD, BACK-STABBING, WEASEL GIRL!"

"Ha-ha-ha!" the girl jumped out of her chair laughing as the flaming Numbuh 192 ran after her, "I never said sorry did I? Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, Mr. Gullible! Ha-ha-ha!"

"RUN WHILE YOU STILL CAN, NUMBUH 86!" he yelled while in pursuit, "BUT WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU, I'M GONNA…!"

"KIDS NEXT DOOR," Numbuh 1 shouted to the Sector V group as the two were running from table to table, "INTERVENE!"

"Resist, master," Numbuh 192's conscience shouted appearing behind his owner, "Don't! Don't! Don't!"

"Well…sort of…"

"YOU JUST GOT CATSUP ON NEW MY DRESS! THIS'LL NEVER GET OUT! YOU'RE IN BIG TROUBLE, NUMBUH 192!"

"Oh, crud…HEY! OW! OW! OW! STOP IT! OW! MY ARM! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! IT DOESN'T GO THAT WAY! OW! OW! OW! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! HELP!"

"Ow," Numbuh 1 cringed a bit as he and team stopped after seeing the injuries given their friend, "That's got to hurt!"

"Paramedics!" Numbuh 2 cried out, "Paramedics! Someone, call Sick Bay! Quick!"

"Oh, God, please work faster…"

"Negative 5, received a tree house of her own to command in Division V to fight the Terrible Kids from Around the Curb, their Dad, the Sinkanator, Mrs. Manager, and other foes…Sound familiar?…"

"Ma'am,' a CND agent shouted holding up a paper on his hands, "There's been another attack from the sea again."

"From who?" Negative 5 questioned getting up from her chair.

"Captain Veggie-Beard of the Coast Guard," the agent reported, "He's raiding the grocery stores again for the vegetables."

"We've gotta stop'em," Negative 5 shouted back an order, "Get me some candy, fix me up a chocolate shake, and prepare the attack vessel! We're goin' in!"

"Negative 4 …let's see now…After Numbuh 1 abolished the rank of Grand Dictator and replaced it with a President, he assigned Negative 4 that position. Numbuh 75, the good and honorable cadet…Although little of his remains have been found, that hasn't stopped the new President from giving him a noble burial…"

"He was a good soldier," Negative 4 read the eulogy he'd prepared the night before, "and a good friend…"

"or a promotion either…"

"Rest in peace," the President solemnly said placing a badge on a part of the tomb stone which still had wet cement, "Lieutenant 1st class."

"Negative 3 kept her position as Chief Medical Officer but received the new rank of the Presidential Chief Advisor and was awarded both the Nobel Prize in Medicine and the Nobel Peace Prize for discovering what caused the evil on her word and for contributing it to stop the War…"

"Negative 3," a CND President grumbled when he saw Negative 3 displaying a new emblem of the organization to the Senate chamber, "What the Hell is this! We're the CND! We're supposed to have a logo to strike fear into the hearts of our enemies! What is this! How could you—"

"Come on," the Japanese advisor argued holding the proposed banner, "I like it!"

"How could you like—"

"All those who agree to take up this new logo, say 'eye,'" she called out to the group of government officials.

"Eye," 80 of the legislature's vote agreed.

The banner with 'CND' painted on it on a pink background and Rainbow Monkeys on it was posted.

"Holy crud," Numbuh 4 covered his face in shame, "Remind me to next time have 50 of the Senate Rainbow Monkey fans and 50 not."

"As for Negative 2, I found the cause to his depression…."

A year ago…

"Finally," Negative 2 exclaimed in glee, "My experimentation for a transporter operating on the a matter-energy conversion theory is almost completed! All it needs are some testing."

"…Test after test using hamsters, there was nothing but success for the Chief Engineer when finally…"

"The final trial required a human subject," Negative 2 thought to himself walking to one of his fellow peers, "I need you for an experiment, Negative 107. All you need to do is to step on this platform. I'll do the rest. You should appear on that corner over there."

He pointed at an empty corner for his friend to see.

"Sure."

"…But he didn't know that he should have made a modification in the equations' scale factor before using it on people. The machine went on and the subject disappeared never to return again…"

"Negative 107!" Negative 2 shrieked in horror quickly looking back to his dashboard, "What happened!"

"In utter desperation, the Chief Engineer tried to figure out what happened and how to bring him back but failed. Being traumatized by this event and being completely fatigued by working on it for 5 days strait, the frustrated kid personally dismantled his project, burned all his research papers, and went into a great depression. The Negative World's somewhat backward medical science called him a hopeless case but, with our Positive World remedies and the regular influence of the joker Numbuh 2, I hear he's recovering…"

"HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!" Negative 2 burst into laughter and fell backwards from working on vehicle repairs, "HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!"

"Grrr," one of the engineers growled to another, "I thought you took away his joke book! Why is he still laughing!"

"I did, I did!" the other tried to defend himself by showing one them, "See?"

"Negative 2," the first engineer asked, "Why on Earth are you laughing?"

"Because…because…HA-HA-HA-HA-HA," the superior struggled to say, "…because…HA-HA-HA-HA-HA…Negative 280, remember the joke you said about the…HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA…chicken and the cat?"

"I made that joke 4 years ago at the Academy," the newly reassigned, exasperated Russian operative responded reconnecting two wires, "How could you still be laughing at it?"

"HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!" the Chief Engineer snickered even louder, "Now, I'm laughing at myself for laughing at it! HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!"

"By Stalin's fist," Negative 280 grumbled to himself, "With the boss being like this for 3 whole months, I miss my old job."

"Don't worry," another whispered, "I'm sure that his anti-depression program will end one of these coming days."

"Numbuh 2 says that the his negative is recuperating so well, he only has 2 more years to go…" Numbuh 192 said taking hold of some sour gummy worms from the rooms he decided to use for dressing up.

"Negative 1, the demented freak of a leader, what's happened to him?…Let's see now…the little of his remains found were stolen by some suspected to be Negative 1 loyalists. We are still investigating the crime…"

Coming out in a tropical attire of a straw hat, shades, a colorful shirt with fruit designs painted all over it, shorts, and sandals, the boy returned to the bridge and deactivated the auto-pilot as he saw that the ship was descending upon Boracay beach in his beloved Philippines, the Beach Capital of Asia, where his other comrades were waiting for him.

"Loosing my position of Commander of the Kids Next Door Defense Forces due to the War's end, I was given the new position as Inspector General while we are still reorganizing the CND. My new job is to head the investigations of against graph and corruption while solving crimes in the organization. I'm currently investigating the sudden disappearance of a CND cloning device. But so far, we're still waiting for some good leads…"

"Look," Numbuh 4 shouted jumping up from being buried in the sand, "It's Numbuh 192!"

"Yay," Numbuh 3 exclaimed striking the volley ball headed for her and running to the smaller version of their M.O.S.Q.U.I.T.T.O.H., "He's here!"

"Already!" Numbuh 2 said shocked, "I thought he was coming 2 hours from now."

"Numbuh 2," the Australian shouted, "Don't finish all the hot dogs!"

"Yeah," Numbuh 5 barged in, "You already drank all our juice!"

"HE WHAT!" Numbuh 4 exclaimed dropping the volley ball, "That was all we had for the trip!"

A ramp folded down with Numbuh 192 walking down from craft.

"Hey, Numbuh 192!" the Australian cried out, "You know where can we get some juice?"

"Glad to have you with us, Numbuh 192," Numbuh 1 smiled holding out his hand, "How are you?"

"Your arm's healed so quickly!" Numbuh 3 said amazed.

"Ha-ha! Hey, guys! What's up!" the agent greeted them, "Enjoying?"

"You bet!" Numbuh 2 exclaimed, "This is awesome!"

"Good!"

"Care for some ball, Numbuh 192?" Numbuh 86 appeared out of nowhere with a cruel smile of her face as she holding up the dodge ball, "Ha-ha-ha-ha!"

"Oh, crud. This week has 'long' written all over it…"

Numbuh 192 signing out…

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That's all, folks! As usual, thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed! Hopefully, I'll be able to make a new story in a few weeks or months from now (if my parents permit). 'Till then! God bless!