Chapter 2:

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Zack awoke to find himself in a wooden room with all these strange contraptions and electronics. Is this a hospital? He thought as he was looking around. Well, I guess I better get going! Don't want to cause any trouble.

Zack got up from the bed that he was put in then took out his wallet to give whoever was his nurse a tip.

" Where do you think you're going?" a girly voice replied from the shadows.

" Nowhere really. Uh, just getting up and leaving!" Zack replied to the shadow.

"Number 1 says that you aren't supposed to leave the premises, whatever that means. Anyway, you seem bored! Wanna play with my rainbow monkeys?" the voice said.

"Okay, sure." Zack replied with some uncertainty.

"What's your name?" the voice said.

"Zack, Zack Dorphy." He said solemnly.

"Okay! Mines Kuki but we usually go by code numbers! Mine's 3! Lets go to my room and play!"

Zack got up and followed Kuki to her room. As they both stepped into the room, something triggered Zack's memory. All these stuffed animals were what his little sister Marianna would love. Too bad she was in Australia at the moment.

"Here Zack! Hold Funny Clown Monkey and I'll get the Wedding Monkey! We're going to have a tea party!" Kuki said as she was handing Zack the Funny Clown Rainbow Monkey.

The two played for a few hours with the rainbow monkeys before Number 1 called them down.

"Number 3, please bring down our guest! We have some questions to ask him…."

Zack glanced at Number 3 as she and him were still holding their rainbow monkeys running down the hallway going to the main meeting room. When they arrived there were four others sitting around some sort table. A kid with a bowl cut glared at him.

"So", began Number 1, " Where did you come from. I took a look at your ID and it said something about 'AC'. What is this? Adults Co?"

Zack frowned. I guess they think I'm sort of spy. That's bull.

"Well I come Australia and—

"How come yeh don't have an Aussie accent?" The bowl cut kid said.

Zack glared. This kid must have the intelligence of a cucumber.

" Not all Australians have to have an accent." Zack said coldly before continuing. This usually wasn't how he greeted people, but today just wasn't his day.

"Besides, I was originally born in London, England. And no it's not 'Adults Co', it's Australia Coalition."

Number 1 then started pacing for a while then stopped.

"What is 330-Exterminator Sector F/J?

Zack sighed. This was getting a little tiring to explain.

"I'm Number 330 in Extermination Sector Building F, Office J. There ya happy?"

Number 5 could sense the kid was getting agitated.

"Number 5 thinks we should stop for a while. Maybe we can go buy some candy?"

Zack smiled at the thought while everyone rushed to head the door.

"Come on Zack! If you want you can Happy Orchard Rainbow Monkey on the way there!" Number 3 yelled out enthusiastically.

"Anything that makes you happy." Zack said looking at Number 3 lustfully.

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