I wanted to get the next chapter out quick, so I'll type up the cast list some other time soon. I'm so happy with my reviews! I would also like to say I'm especially happy because the t-shirts I designed for my school musical Bye Bye Birdie were handed out today and every one loved them. On with the story…

What To Do?

Numbuh 4 stood facing Winnie. His eyes narrowed.

"Well, wot'cha gotta say fer yaself?"

"Ah'm sorry," Winnie murmured.

"Really?"

"Ah'm v'ry sorry," she murmured again.

"That's not assurin',"

"Ah'm v'ry v'ry super sorry. It won't 'apppen again, Wallyrah."(For those who have never read Watership Down, rah is a suffix for leader, chief ect.)

"Numbuh 4 sighed, "A've 'eard that one afore."

Winnie was speechless. It was not fair. He was always causing trouble for the team; yet, here she was getting lectured by him not to make trouble. Besides, she apologized, three times in fact. She had said she would never do it again. Abby, Kuki, Hoagie, they all gave her a piece of their mind. Now it was her cousin's turn. The second it was over Nigel would tall her off too.

Numbuh 4 knew he should not be doing this. It wasn't fun or fair for his little relative. But, orders were orders.

Then he got an idea.

Turning to the tree bough the skewered his room, he lifted a sword from its hangers on the tree. This was the sword given to him from the last agent who carried it. It was also the prized item of Winnie's attention. He held it out.

"'ey Winnie, see if ya c'n wield it."

Winnie clasped both of her hands around the handle of the exquisite sword. She gazed dreamily at the green leather bound handle complete with its gleaming orange pommel stone, the glistening silver hilt, and the great blade. The blade shimmered like night dew in the full moon's presence, was keen as an eagle's eye, and its tip sharper than an assassin's dagger.

Twice, thrice she tried to swing it; all times she stopped because of its heft and her balance.

"Almost, I almost can."

Numbuh 4 took the blade from his cousin and wielded it only as an experience, skilled, Kids Next Door operative could. With one hand he spun it in the air until it sang on the breeze. He sliced a bark piece clear off the tree and snapped a leaf clean off its stem. He swung it down straight for Winnie's head and stopped not a millimeter from it, then slung it over his shoulder.

Winnie's mouth was gaped in awe. Complete admiration for Wally twinkled in her eyes. Numbuh 4 could not help but smile for a second.

"One day you will wield this sword, Winnie, but it will not make you a warrior," Wally explained, "Now you know what you did was wrong."

Winnie nodded.

"Good, naow fer your punishment, you must first 'elp Numbuh 5 ready the food 'n drink for the celebration, assist Numbuh 2 wit' the vehicle we'll be usin' ter get there, an' 'elp Kuki…er…Numbuh 3 gather flowers for the ceremony. Understand?"

At first she couldn't believe she was getting three times the work 30c was assigned. She was the future warrior of the KND! Even Numbuh 1 knew that. That's why he had sentenced 30c to hard work. 30c would be done by now and could gloat at her for having to do triple the work and more he did.

Wally stared at Winnie, now to see her reaction. Brat or warrior?

Winnie nodded, "I'll do it, Wally."

Numbuh 4 ruffled the kiwi's messy, short, dark blonde hair. "Good gel! That's the mark of an agent, obedience. Bye now!"

Winnie walked out of Numbuh 4's room and down the hallway. A small squeak was heard behind her. It was a golden colored hamster escaped from the generator. Footsteps were following it. Winnie snatched up the rodent and stuffed it into her hoodie's hood. A moment later, Numbuh 1 came running up panting.

"W-which way d-did that hamster go?"

Winnie acted like she was thinking before answering him. ""It went that away," she said pointing to the right. Numbuh 1 nodded and ran in that direction. Winnie took the hamster out again.

"You may be the only one ter ever 'ear meh say this. Ah know Numbuh 30c is a Kids Next Door agent but Ah can't understand why 'e would insult 'is own. 'e said things about the organization an' the agents in it, including Wallabee. 'E also thought Ah feared 'im. But Ah'm a cadet and Ah could not just stand by an' let him do these things. That's whoi Ah fought 'im. Ah didn't mean to disappoint Wally. Ah jus' couldn't explain this ter 'im because…Ah jus' can't. But Ah can ter you."

The small hamster chirruped in agreement.

"However, Ah am sorry an' will try to be a better kid. But Ah c'n't say ah won't foight ag'in. Ah've gotta go do some work now, but you c'n rest in meh room if ya want, Dingo."

Dingo tilted his head slightly to the side.

"Ah wish there was a great battle, then Ah'd show them! They'd be glad to 'ave meh on their side then."

As Dingo scurried off he seemed to smile gently at the tomboy as he watched her leave.

Numbuh 5 was ordering the two kids in her control how to prepare certain dishes. Winnie stood by, awaiting orders, while Numbuh 5 was checking her lists, and instructing Nigel and Stan the art of cooking.

"Yup, that's twelve cakes off the list. Two more oughta do it. Numbuh 1, don't you dare touch that icing! Stan, we need more cheese, pull that string and get some. Numbuh 1, those cookies will burn if ya don't take them outta the oven. Oops! Remember oven mitts next time. Wha! 15 liters of cola! We'll need more than that! Winnie go fill more bottles from the barrels. Numbuh 2 will be down there on his break now. 45 liters of Root Beer please."

The treehouse cellars were calm, cool, and peaceful. Numbuh 2 was about to enjoy a nice cold glass of Blackcurrant Soda when Winnie popped out of no where.

"'Scuse meh Numbuh 2, but Numbuh 5-"

The large boy choked and spat, spraying an unfortunate Winnie.

"Kraaaaaiiiiiichaaaaaawwww! Don't do that again Winnie. Now let me just finish my soda.

No sooner had he began drinking his beverage then he was slurping the last drop from the glass.

"Best I've had for a while, now what can I do for you?"

"Numbuh 5 says Ah need ter fill 45 bottles with Root Beer."

"Oh yes, fourth row to the right."

As Winnie made her way to the row, someone called to her.

"Hey, Winnie, ssshhhh, here!"

It was Chip, Carmen and Luna.

"What is you guys doin' down 'ere?"

Luna gave a short maniacal laugh. "Slipped past Numbuh 2 to get a drink."

Chip piped up," Come try this Curranade, it's delicious."

Winnie took a seat next to Chip and joined them sneaking sips of the sweet liquid.

After drinking more than their needed fill, the four cadets filled the bottles and took them up to Numbuh 5.

Numbuh 5 had finally finished her handmade candy apples and was checking in on the two Unos.

Numbuh 1 was covered tip to toe in cream, icing, and chocolate chips. As for Stan, numerous smudges of jams and jellies were everywhere on him.

"I see ya finished those pastries." Numbuh 5 commented.

"Yes and I would like to clean myself up now." Numbuh 1 said.

"Ya can, but we're only half way done," Numbuh 5 said, turning around. "Back from the cellars finally, eh Winnie? Anyway, I need as much assistance as I can get. Luna, Rolos, chocolate bars, and candy pearls, candy facility, go get them for the party. Chip, Winnie, forty bottles of Black Curranade and forty of Red. Carmen, you're helping me here. Go!"

Chip and Winnie groaned at the command of filling another 80 bottles in the cellars, but did Numbuh 5's bidding. As Winnie followed Chip back down to the cellars, she spotted something out the window.

It was Numbuh 3, who was picking and arranging flowers for the graduation celebration, and Numbuh 4 was helping her.

Winnie burst out into her loud, well-humored, earsplitting laugh.