CHAPTER 3
The Break-Out and a Murder
In the jail-cell…"Iva!" whispered Bob Carb. His hair was long and tangly. He was wearing one of those prison costumes. "When are we breaking out? I want to kill Kuki as soon as possible!"
"We're breaking out as soon as my IM-pal tells me his plan to get me out!" whispered 12-year-old Iva Carb, with a PDA in her hand. Her hair was shoulder-length, and there were 2 barrettes on the left side of her hair. She wore her gigantic sweater, only it was like a prison costume.
"Then HURRY UP!" yelled Meb Carb.
"Fine!" yelled Iva, in an annoyed tone.
She logged onto IM. Her IM pal was online, so she started a conference:
Poison Iva: Do you have the plan?
2Handsome: Yeah. I'm sending it to your e-mail. Check it.
Poison Iva: K.
She minimized their conference, and headed to her e-mail. It was there. She opened it, and read it. A wide, grim, smile spread across her face. She went back to her IM.
Poison Iva: This is brilliant!
2Handsome: I know.
Poison Iva: I'll see you when I get out of prison!
2Handsome: It was my honor helping you break out.
2Handsome has left the conversation.
Iva left the conversation, and signed off. She printed the plan.
"How did you get that guy to help us break out?" asked Bob.
"I told him some sap story about how my family and I were put in jail, even though we were innocent, and he believed it!" Iva cackled.
"Show us the plan!" Meb bellowed. Iva showed them the plan.
"WE ARE GONNA BREAK OUT TONIGHT!" Bob bellowed so loud, the entire jail heard him.
The policeman guarding the jail cells, walked over to the Carbs' cell, and said, "Sure. That's what they all say." He walked away.
1 hour later…
The Carbs were running away from the jail.
"Ha ha ha!" laughed Iva, maniacally. "We're free!"
"Now, we wanna give Kuki the sign that we're back!" whispered Bob.
"By doing one of our infamous murders!" whispered Meb. They all laughed maniacally.
A few minutes later…
The Carbs were headed for Lizzie Devine's house.
"It's time for plan "infamous murder"!" said Bob. The Carbs activated their jet-packs, and flew into an open window, which lead to Lizzie's room.
Lizzie was snoring.
"Shall I get out the knife?" asked Iva, sweetly.
"Yes, you shall!" answered Meb, evilly. Iva got out the knife, and jammed it into Lizzie's heart.
"Ugh," said Lizzie. Her face scrunched up in pain, and then her face lay there, emotionless. Her soul emerged from her body, and flew away.
"Now Iva," ordered Bob. "Move her hands, so they are gripping the knife." Iva did just as he was told.
"Now everyone," ordered Meb. "Step in the pool of blood, so our footprints will be stained onto her floor." Everyone did just so.
"Now," ordered Iva. "Let's walk over to the window, so our bloody footprints look like we're walking over to the window, and then fly outta the place, on our jet-packs!" And everyone did just so.
The next day…
The TND were sitting at the kitchen, when the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it," said Numbuh 3. She walked down the stairs with her mug of hot chocolate still in her hand.
She opened the door to find a delivery guy.
"The newspaper for Kuki Sanban?" asked the delivery guy.
"That's me!" exclaimed Numbuh 3.
"Okay," said the delivery guy, and he handed the newspaper to Numbuh 3.
"Thank you!" she yelled, and slammed the door in his face.
"OW!" he yelled. "MY NOSE!"
She skipped up the stairs, humming, and sat back down in her seat.
"What was that?" asked Numbuh 5.
"Just the newspaper!" said Numbuh 3, gleefully.
She took a sip of her hot chocolate, and looked at the front page of the newspaper. The sound of ceramic breaking and liquid splattering on the floor rang through their ears.
"NUMBUH 3!" yelled Numbuh 1. "THAT WAS EXPENSIVE! WHAT'D YOU DO THAT FOR!"
Numbuh 3 was speechless. Her eyes were wide with fear. Her mouth was hung open.
"Numbuh 3?" asked Numbuh 4, worried. "Is something wrong?"
Numbuh 3 strained to say, "They're back…"
"Who are "they"?" asked Numbuh 2. Numbuh 3 started freaking-out to show them who "they" were. They all had the same face Numbuh 3 had.
"No," said Numbuh 4. "Not now! Not with your birthday coming up! I won't believe it!"
"Numbuh 5 says you better believe it," said Numbuh 5. "There was a murder last night. Lizzie died. The Private Eyes' say that the murderers tried to make it look like she committed suicide, but they made a mistake: They had stepped in a pool of her blood, and walked over to the window. The Private Eyes' think they flew away."
"That was no mistake," said Numbuh 3, her eyes still wide. "They did that on purpose. It was a sign. A sign that they're coming."
"Yeah," said Numbuh 1. "But, WHEN are they coming?"
Everyone thought for a moment until Numbuh 4's eyes opened wide.
"No," he said.
"What?" asked Numbuh 1.
"It can't be," said Numbuh 4.
A few seconds later, there was a message written in the sky. It said, "Yes, it can, and it will."
Numbuh 4 saw the message. So did the rest.
"What does the message mean?" asked Numbuh 1.
"It means," said Numbuh 4.
"Yes?" asked Numbuh 1.
"It means," said Numbuh 4. "It means they're coming October 24, 2008."
"NO!" screamed Numbuh 3.
"What?" asked Numbuh 1.
"It's also known as "Numbuh 3's birthday"," said Numbuh 4…
(A/N: Ooh…)