Me: w00t! Time for another siff3h chapter in meh spiff3h fic.

#4::coughs: OMG :coughs:

Me: Yes, chapter eleven btw, yes I'm stating the obvious once again but I don't care. It is also the time for you, yes, you readers/reviewers to take part in this fic if'n ye want. Everyone loves interactable fics right? Well, in you review just tell me if you want to be a cadet, a rescuer, or if you really want, a slaver! Just tell me your name (or Numbuh for a rescuer) and you characters physical and mental traits. If I'm not feeling lazy I'll draw your character along with the rest of the Winnimeo cast and put it up in deviantart. If you have read Mattimeo you can also tell what character you want to be that hasn't been taken.

#4: Maybe you'll actually get more reviews!

Me: Sure whatever…

Patrolling the Woods

In the slashing rain that poured down, Numbuh 4 marched on, hood up, and weapon at the ready. The ship had landed not too long ago and the operatives had begun searching the second they had gotten out.

Numbuh 2 was on the communicator with Numbuh 36. "Is there any easier way to track these cadets? Don't they have tracers?" Numbuh 2 inquired.

"No, none of them had a chance to graduate to a Kids Next Door operative and get a tracer." Numbuh 36 explained.

"Is there nothing you can tell us that will help?"

"None at the moment but good luck."

Numbuh 2 hung up and continued scanning the area.

"Guys! Look at this!" Numbuh 5 called. "Cart tracks."

"Yeah, yeah," Numbuh 4 growled, "but how's that gonna 'elp us foind all those cadets?"

"Cree coulda taken 'em inna cart to make da goin' easier," Numbuh 5 explained.

"Oh,"

"Now let's get trackin'."

No sooner had they followed the cart tracks then they came to a clearing in the woods, where a seemingly abandoned cart lay with a heaped canvas lying in it.

"See any livin' thing in there?" Numbuh 4 asked.

"Um…the blanket?" Numbuh 2 asked.

A growl issued from the moving canvas.

"Alroight, Numbuh 2, Numbuh 5, surround the cart. Let meh 'ave some room ter swing if it's danger."

The two agents rushed over to their assigned posts. Numbuh 4 stood ready, blade in hand, ready to charge and strike. He nodded to the others.

At the same time the canvas was yanked off, Numbuh 4 charged at the cart with his sword.

"Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

He stopped mid-strike. Lying down in the cart, shivering and stammering, was a burly looking blond girl. Both of her hands were covering her head for protection.

"I-I d-didn't rob y-you of yer stinkin' cart! I was only playin' in it. I didn't mess it up or nothin'."

She leaped from the cart towards the more heavily wooded area, but Numbuh 5 caught her lavender hoodie's hood.

"Stop squirmin' will ya!" Numbuh 5 ordered the restless girl.

"So, what's your name and where are your slavers and captives? Answer me!" Numbuh 2 commanded.

The girl laughed at the ridiculous question. She tickled Numbuh 5, who let go with a whoop. She looked at Numbuh 4, nodding toward Numbuh 2, "Who's that guy tryin' to kid?"

Abby and Wally couldn't help but laugh.

Hoagie stalked off in a huff, "Hmph, can't blame a guy for askin',"

Numbuh 4 ducked under the cart and called the girl over. "C'mere ya liddle shiela, we don't wanna urtcha."

"Speak for yourself," Hoagie muttered.

The girl giggled and dove under the cart. She began to play with the axels. "It's much more fun playin' under 'ere then a top it." She giggled. "I'm Violet, who are you?"

"Wally Beatles, Numbuh 4. Why are you here?"

"Just 'avin' a bit o' fun. You?"

"We are tryn' to find da cadets-er-kids my sister Cree kidnapped. Have you seen anyone with this cart before you were playin' in it?" Numbuh 5 asked.

"Oh sure, I'm a cadet myself, these two teens were forcin' Reguba, Colan, and I to drag it 'ere. Got away from those idiots, all three of us."

"Where are the two kids now?" Numbuh 2 asked.

"Tryin' to track down Cree and free more cadets. I never caught your name or the girl sittin' nex' to you's."

Numbuh 2 introduced himself, " Hoagie P. Gilligan jr. Numbuh 2 if you like."

Violet giggled, "Hoagie as in sandwich?" She giggled again.

Numbuh 2 was about to grab Violet when Numbuh 5 interrupted. "I'm Abby Lincoln, but I'd prefer to be called Numbuh 5."

Violet nodded, "'Kay then Numbuh 5,"

"So, wot did the slavers do when t'ey stopped 'ere?" Numbuh 4 inquired.

Violet began, "Well, there were two of 'em and us like I said. One of 'em, Kunnie, says, 'I think this is good and far enough for the job.' Then the other, his name is Sanome, replies, 'Right, I'm tired of pullin' this huge honkin' thing, let's get back to the others.' While they was talkin', Reguba, Colan an' I escaped with these," Violet held out a key for them to see. "Nabbed it off the slavers. I'm sure we'll meet Reguba and Colan while we go through the woods."

Numbuh 2 nodded, "We'll start tracking after I tell Moonbase the good news."

At the Moonbase…

Numbuh 3, sleeping in her infirmary bed, was awakened by the announcement heard throughout the Moonbase.

"This is Numbuh 2 reporting a find of three cadets by the names of Violet, Reguba, and Colan. We also have the keys to unlock the manacles thanks to them. We'll report again after we find more. Bye!"

Numbuh 3 smiled at the great news. Everyone did as they chattered with their comrades about it. Numbuh 1 walked over to Numbuh 3's bed. "Did you hear that? Good news already. They'll find those other cadets sooner than we think."

Numbuh 3 nodded. The sooner they found the cadets, the sooner she would see Luna and Shia again…and Wally