We have to clear some things.

"Talking"

'Thinking'

/Action/

Change of scene

Well, that's it. :)

Disclaimer: I hate to have to do this every chapter! … I do not own the kids next door, but if I did, I wouldn't have to put stupid disclaimers.

Chapter 4

Nigel was looking at the ceiling lying on his bed.

"Sigh" 'I wonder what the delightful children did to get kicked out of the house.'

Nigel's thoughts were interrupted by footsteps, barely audible footsteps. He hopped out of bed and peeked out the door. He saw the delightful children sitting down on the main control room. Silently, he started walking towards them.

"What are you doing?" he asked glaring at them.

The delightful children calmly turned around and stared at Nigel.

"I said, what are you doing here?" he repeated sternly.

The delightful children blinked. They stood up and silently said, "nothing."

Nigel raised an eyebrow. "Do you really expect me to believe you didn't do anything and that you were just sitting here staring at the wall?" he said angrily.

The delightful children looked thoughtful for a minute. Then they said, "well… no, but we thought we should try."

Nigel sighed and sat down. He bit his lower lip and said slowly, "Why… why were you kicked out of the house?"

The delightful children from down the lane usually had a soft, emotionless expression on their faces, but now, they looked scared and helpless. They stood up and ran away.

Nigel Uno remained there, silent. What could be so terrible? He yawned and looked at his watch. It was quarter past midnight. He yawned again and walked to his room. He locked the door and slowly drifted to sleep.

Nigel was awoken by the smell of bacon and spices. He stood up and walked to the kitchen. To his surprise, the delightful children were sitting on the table looking at their butler.

"What is he doing here?" he asked sleepily.

The delightful children smiled sweetly.

"We hoped you wouldn't mind, Nigel," they said still smiling. "Jenkins came here to help us."

Nigel raised an eyebrow, distrustful.

"Does Father know about this?" he asked with his arms crossed.

"Of course not, Nigel! Don't be silly!" they said sort of laughing. "Sit down and have your eggs!"

Nigel looked at the table. Instead of being messy and dirty as it usually was, it was fancier that ever. A big plate full of scrambled eggs with spices and many slices of bacon was waiting for him. Nigel was so hungry, he dug right in.