A/N: This was written during what my friends and I refer to as a"crackdrabbling" session in which we are givena prompt and then fifteen minutes to come up with a fic that usually consists of utter nonsense. Here's my little contribution. C:KND is Mr. Warburton's brilliant idea.
"Is not."
"Is too!"
The rest of Sector V had taken to tuning out the enthusiastic rantings of Numbuhs Three and Four as they sat outside the short Aussie's home one Saturday afternoon.
"Oh, right, like some STUPID baby nursery rhyme is true."
"It IS true!" said Numbuh Three with a pained look. "'Step on a crack and break your mother's back!' Everyone knows that."
"It is not and I can prove it," said Numbuh Four, rising to his feet. He pushed his way through the rest of his friends, making his way down the steps of his porch and down to the sidewalk. Numbuh Five sighed loudly, shaking her head, and Numbuhs One and Two exchanged eye rolls.
Numbuh Three gripped the fabric of the orange hoodie with tears in her eyes. "I'm telling you, it's true! Muffy Jenkins tried the same thing and her mother was in the hospital for a week!"
Numbuh Four brushed her off as he reached the sidewalk. "Now then, looks like I'm gonna have to show you this is all just baby talk." He rolled up a sleeve and raised his foot. Numbuh Three turned her head away, saying that she couldn't watch.
There was a loud stomp as the sole of his shoe met with the cracked sidewalk cement. When nothing happened, Kuki moved her sleeved hands from her face.
"Ha! I told you," said Wally with pride. "That whole rhyme was nothing but a bunch of--"
A rather loud and painful sounding cry could be heard coming from the Beetle's residence, followed by the sound dishes crashing to the floor. "My back!" said a pained, female voice from inside.
Numbuh Four stood with his mouth hanging open as Numbuh Three sighed solemnly, and Numbuh Four never easily questioned the girl again.