Me: And yet another chapter. Soon I'll be starting a new fanfic called Forget-Me-Nots With Petals Blue. It's a KND fanfic about 3/4's daughter and son finding about their parents' past. Coming soon to a computer near you. Anyway, here's the next chapter. Plz R/R

6. Gone?

It had been four hours since they had gotten to the moonbase, and the talent show had been started. It was the ninth act and Winnie was up. She was going to recite one of her favorite poems. She was in a short-sleeved pale blue medieval tunic that ended slightly above her knees. Around her neck was a sky blue cowl and under her tunic was a pair of tan pants. A shining white rope was tied around her tunic.

Shia Sanban was playing a lovely piece on her flute. It was as pleasant as the perfectly cast bell ringing softly over a far away meadow. Then it ended and Numbuh 36 announced the next act.

"And now for our next act, Winnie Beatles with her poem from Brian Jacques book Mattimeo."

Winnie walked on stage with an exquisite polished red oak sword. She stood center stage, both of her hands resting on the bottom of its handled while the point was on the ground.

"Those who wish to challenge fate

To a jumbled shout, walk straight," she slowly but surely raised her sword.

"Sunset fires in dexteree

Find where Loamhedge used to be," the sword was pointed at the ceiling.

"At the high place near the sky

Look for other watchful eyes," she brought the sword down in a swift arc.

"Sleep not 'neath the dark pine trees

Be on guard, take not you ease,"she spun it in her hand once.

"Voyage when the daylight dims

Danger in the water swims," she let her sword point rest in the ground.

"Shades of creatures who have died

Bones of warriors who once tried," she looked at the audience along with her sword point.

"Shrink not from the barren land

Look below from where you stand

This is where a stone may fall

And make no sound at all," she swung her sword left.

"Those who cross and live to tell

See the badger and the bell," she swung her sword right.

"Face the lord who points the way

After noon on summer's day," she let her sword blade down then lifted it with her right hand.

"Death will open up it's grave

Who goes there?…none but the brave."

She ended and bowed.

The crowd whistled and applauded uproariously.

Little did they know that would be the last act they'd see all of.

Next on stage was Cree and her band.

Cree had already contaminated every drink at the party, now she just had to perform her trick. Everyone, or the majority of them at least, had drank their fill of the drugged beverages.

Stepping onto the stage with her shimmering hooded cloak, she threw down three small smoke bombs and the stage was filled with an eerie shade of green smoke. She emerged unharmed and began to dance enchantingly.

Every eye in the room was gazing at her, hypnotized. Winnie had loitered backstage, still in her outfit, and was now rooted to the spot, in Cree's spell.

One by one, everyone at the moonbase dropped like flies. Soon enough, everyone was out.

Everyone except Cree and her slavers.

Numbuh 5 woke up with her head painfully throbbing when she heard Numbuh 4's distress cry.

"Numbuh 3, Numbuh 3! Where are you?"

Numbuh 4 anxiously searched for his crush. He finally found her lying motionless in a forming puddle of blood. Numbuh 4 held her close and carried her to the infirmary.

Numbuh 5 looked around finding a few others in a condition as bad as Kuki's. She went to work.

The infirmary was packed! A large amount of operatives were suffering from migranes. A much less amount of them had been badly beaten by the minions of Cree, including Numbuh 3.

Numbuh 4 sat on the side of her bed, watching her recover peacefully. He gently rubbed her hand.

Numbuh 3 slowly stirred. Looking up, she saw Numbuh 4 and knew she was safe now. Numbuh 4 sighed in relief, then took a deep breath.

"Say, Numbuh 3, do ya rememba wot went on last noight? No one else does."

Numbuh 3 nodded and pulled herself together to tell.

'I had had enough to drink before it was drugged. Most of the others, including you, drank it when it was infected. Even then Cree's act almost put me out. But when I saw what they were doing I tried to stop them."

"But wot were they after? The codemodule? Our weaponry?"

Kuki began to cry, "The Cadets, Wally. All of them, including Chip, Luna, Carmen, Stan, and Winnie, too!"

Wally felt sick to his stomach as his spine shivered.

"No, that can't be right," Numbuh 5 said, "they is probably with everyone enjoying the rest of the party."

"Yeah of helping the injured KND agents," Numbuh 2 agreed.

Numbuh 4 sniffed. To think only this morning he was watching Winnie be her funloving self. He couldn't stand it. It felt like she had been cruely wrenched from his grasp, and she had. She always did things like him and that reminded him, strangely, of Kuki. She was gone, and he had to get her back.

"Guys, They're gone. Weh was drugged when they were kidnapped, weh couldn't 'ave seen 'em. Kuki was the only conscious operative at that toime. Weh 'ave ter take 'er word fer it."

Numbuh 5 knew he was right, but Numbuh 2 refused to accept the truth. "No, they'll be helping the stage crew or something."

Numbuh 5 confronted him, "Numbuh 2, they're gone. G-O-N-E. Get it?"

He nodded reluctantly.

"Numbuh 4," Numbuh 3 said.

"Yeah?"

"I managed to get this," she pulled a dark grey baseball cap from under the bed.

"Winnie's 'at." Numbuh 4 said as Numbuh 3 handed it to him. He held it tight.

"Ah swear this 'at won't leave moi soight 'till it's back on top of 'er 'ead."

Kuki smiled weakly. She knew he would do as he said.