Okay, I'm going to try to make this chappy better.

Disclaimer: I didn't own it before, I don't own it now, and I'M NEVER GOING TO OWN IT, SO STOP MAKING ME SAY THIS!

"Both Sector V's," said a suave British accent over the PA system "please report to the launch pad for departure."

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"Well, man. Guess we better get going." Said an African American girl in a red cap.

"Yeah, guess we should." Said a boy in an identical red cap, "Hey, since you burned this CD and all, can I keep it?"

The girl, Numbuh 5, thought for a minute, "Well, Numbuh 5's got lots more CD's at home. Go ahead, man."

The boy, Hoagie, jumped around excitedly, "YES, YES, YES! Uh, I mean, cool."

Numbuh 5 just giggled, "You can't hide it, even though Numbuh 5's your mom, Numbuh 2's always gonna be your dad." She hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say next. "You know, kid, this may sound really weird, at least to me, but, Numbuh 5's kinda glad you're Hoagie's, too. There's always kinda been something there, ya know?"

Hoagie smiled, because that's exactly what she said to him a couple of weeks ago, well, her future self, at least.

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"Uh, come on. No, left! I said left! WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS STUPID CONTROL!" yelled an angry little aussie, angry because his future daughter just beat him at a video game.

"OH YEAH! Go Tara, Go Tara, UH HUH! UH HUH!" said an identical, except for the length of hair and her height, girl, dancing to her own tune at beating her father as a 13 year old.

"Jeez! You're even better then your mom!" he screamed.

"Yep. But I'm just as bad at spelling as you!" she whipped out what said "Wolly's Nutbok", but both of them really knew it said, "Wally's Notebook".

He had a horrified look on his face. "You… Give… That… Back… Right… Now."

"Yeah right!" she flipped to a page somewhere in the middle. "Man, I know this sounds bonkers, but I think I'm falling for Numbuh 3! I mean, can you blame me?" at this point, the girl doubled over in laughter, "Wally's got a girlfriend. Wally's got a girlfriend!"

He made a reach for the diary, but alas, the daughter got her mothers height, and her fathers growth spurt isn't to come for 2 more years. "Give it back!" "No!" "Now!" "Nya Nya! You're shorter than your own daughter! HA!"

"Both Sector V's, please report to the launch pad for departure."

The girl made a bolt for the door, and her teenage-father chased after her.

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"Say it." "No." "Say it." "No!" "Say it!" "Nuh-o!" This is basically the conversation that had gone on for the past couple hours between Kuki Sanban and her future son, Taka Beatles.

"Say it." "No." "If you don't say it," she threatened, holding up an action figure, "this super-mutant-rainbow-monkey goes bye-bye!"

The boy had a truly horrified look on his face, "No! That's a limited addition! Fine! I admit it! I like Emily, okay? She's smart, she's cute, okay, so she's got a lame sense of humor, but, what are ya going to do?"

Numbuh 3 did a sheepish little giggle.

Taka suddenly had a sad look on his face, "It's not like it matters, she doesn't like me, anyway."

Numbuh 3 laughed and said, "Oh, I wouldn't be to sure about that!"

"Both Sector V's, please report to the launch pad for departure."

Numbuh 3 skipped out, humming.

Taka was standing there, utterly confused.

"What do you mean? Mom? MOM! What do you mean!" he screamed, following his mother out of the room.

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Numbuh 2 and Emily were in their room, taking a nap. Emily was dreaming about a certain little medical officer, while Numbuh 2 was dreaming about, what else? Chili dogs. While Emily was whimpering, "Mn, Taka, you really DO like me?" and Numbuh 2 was mumbling, "Oh, Numbuh 5! Give me another chili dog!" (I know, stupid, but I couldn't help myself)

"Both Sector V's, please report to the launch pad for departure"

"WAAAAHH!" screamed both of the technology experts, Numbuh 2 falling from the hangar still sticking from the wall, and Emily falling from her recliner next to the computer (well, when you can't leave the computer during a big project, you need to sleep somewhere!).

"We're comin', we're comin!"

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After everyone filed onto the launch pad, Jennifer stepped up. "Okay, teams. Do you know what we're supposed to do?"

Everyone nodded, having gone over the plans over 12 times. The Ones (and 362) stand over everyone, making sure they do everything right. The Twos ready, and when it's time, shoot, the newly modified ICERAE at Father and his Delightful Brat's. The Three's do what they do best, they distract the enemy, making them think that they're the weak links and, doing what every other villain has done, they take out the weak one first. The Fours, once again, do what they do best; beat the crud out of them! And the Fives are the ones that sneak in and get Father to come out in the first place.

Numbuh 1 then stepped up, followed by his "wife". "Well, teams. We are about to save kid kind everywhere. I just have one thing to say." He whipped out some kind of ray gun (like, in Operation: Grow-Up, the SPLANKER just comes out of NOWHERE! I mean, seriously, you'd think you could see some kind of bulge in his shirt or something!), "Hold on." He shot the ray gun, and everyone was engulfed in a bright light.

OH YEAH! I MADE A CLIFFY! GO ME! Please review. No flames, but constructive criticism is cool!