Wow, it has been a good long while since I updated this one huh? I guess you can chalk that one up to an extreme lack of motivation. I suppose all writers get it at one time or another. Plus I have been moer worried about school and work than making sure that my recreational activities are up-to-date. So to my loyal readers, if I have any left, I am truly sorry. I will try a bit harder in the future. Okay, so here is the premise. I have been reading KND fics for a while, and I eventually tried writing some. I have seen every couple imaginable. ¾, 1/5, 2/5, and so on. While I read all of these there is one couple that I have never seen, 2/4. So I have now taken it upon myself to write one. Just a warning, I am not gay and I have never written a story with a boy/boy couple. So please, any constructive criticism will greatly help. I am basically going on what I have read from other fics so please bear with me while I find my feet. So, on to the review responses.

Woogum 10- Actually, I hinted at a 4 x 362 pair in my story "I am in Love". For now, the story is finished, but a part of me wants to continue. If I do, that is probably the direction that I will be heading, so keep your eyes open.

Luv satin- I also hate those cannon pairs. Some of the stories are good, but there are just so many of the idiotic fluff stories that don't contribute anything that they overwhelm those that do. It is really sad, and that is why I do what I do.

Oh, and by the way, I don't own these characters. But if the owners are reading this and are looking to give them away, my birthday is in July… hint hint. By the way, my grammar is not actually this bad. It's just that I wanted it to sound like it would if Numbuh 4 was telling the story. Ok, so on with the show.

Operation F.O.U.N.D.

Friend

Often

Understands

New

Developments

By OmegaRed9

It was now lunch. No adult attacks or recononance missions to go and take car of. And with Hoagie STILL sleeping, it was border than ever. We were all just sitting at the table eating sandwiches. 1, 3, and 5 all had the usual, PB and J, and I had a Vegemite sandwich. These are so delicious. I know that no one else would eat it because it tastes disgusting to them and all, but Oi just can't get enough of it. Too bad Hoagie isn't down ere, Oid make im have a bite. He always turns the coolest shade of green.

"Hey Numbuh 4, Numbuh 5 thinks you staring off into the distance means you thinking bout some pretty little girl you want to ask to the dance."

I didn't even hear her at first, she had to hit me and say it again.

"W-WH-HAATTT!"

The face on Numbuh 5 made me realize that she was just trying to press buttons. "Oh yeah, I know that look."

I counter with, "Yeah, is that the look you get when you're thinking of Maurice."

"Hey, why don't you just shut up foo'"

"Abby and Maurice sittin in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-OUCH!"

Abby threw a right a hook at me causing me to fly onto the floor. I threw all of my weight up toward her, trying to lunge and attack her like I have a thousand times before. But no mater how hard I try to get up, it seemed all futile. Numbuh 1 intervenenuses and practically nails me to the floor by putting his right foot on my chest. "Numbuh 4, you know better then to instigate anything with your fellow operatives."

I then began to curse and scream things like I'll show you. After much squirming, I managed to get free. I stomped out of the room, but before I slammed the door I shouted at them, "IF NUMBUH 2 WERE HERE HE WOULDN'T BE PICKING ON ME."

I could smell the anger on my breath as I stampeded down the hall toward Numbuh 2's room. He would be able to calm me down a little bit. Then I could go and take the rest of this anger out on an unsuspecting punching bag. The walk toward down the hall toward his room took an unusually long time today. I don't know why, but I just felt as if there were something holding me back, something telling me that I don't want to open that door.

I should have litened to myself. I just walked in expecting to see Hoagie drawing on some sorta draftin paper making a new machine that opens a can of butt whoop on those stupid adults. Much to my surprise though, he wasn't there. I looked over in the corner at the machine he was workin on and I realized that it was still on. Hoagie wasn't careless loike that to just leave his machines after he left. I walked over to it to get a better look at it and wondered what it did. There were like a thousand buttons on a thousand consoles and I suddenly had a flashback to when I tried to fly the mosquito. Everybody was screamin for their life when I grabbed the controls. I remember Numbuh 1 was so angry at me for not bein able to fly. In fact, the only people who weren't mad at me were Kuki and Hoagie.

As I came out of my reminincence, I suddenly realized that all of the aircraft were present. That meant that the only way for Hoagie to have left was for him to have gone out the main corridoor. This is impossible because he would have had to have passed one of the other operatives fur sure and nobody mentioned it. I began to panic thinking that Numbuh 2 was kidnapped by some crazy villain. I bolted down to the others and told them my theory.

"Numbuh 4, calm down. Your theory makes no sense." Numbuh 1 explained. "Numbuh2 is a trained KND operative. He could easily sneak around the halls and get past someone." eryone else agreed with Nigel and I was the only one worried.

I decided to go looking for Wally since I was the only one on his side. I shivered, not because of the wind, but because of my ear of what could be happening to him right now. I checked all the places I could think of, his house, the comic shop, the hobby store, the candy store, the arcade, but he was no where to be found. It was becoming more and more obvious that he was kidnapped.

I slowly strolled down the sidewalk of one of the numerous mini-malls and began to tilt my head down and covered my head with my hoodie. I felt so depressed. I didn't know what else to do. "Where are you Hoagie?"

I felt like curling up into a ball and crying. Hoagie is moi best friend… and I can't help him. What am I gonna do? I stopped in front of a book store and looked up. The reflection I saw in the freshly cleaned pane of glass was a very pale one. It looked almost as if I was dieing or something. My eyes began to refocus and I saw on of the books in the display case. There, sitting next to a collectors edition of Sherlock Holmes was a blank diary. That was it. Hoagie kept a journal. All I had to do was find it, and maybe that would give me a clue as to where he is now. I mean, there were no signs of struggle anywhere in his room so it may be possible that he left of his own free will with… the bad guys.

God I hope that I can find him.

Authors Note: Ok, so that is it. I know the lines of logic aren't brilliant, but you need to remember that its Wally trying to solve a mystery. So please no reviews giving me crud about that. But anything else I will take lovingly, even flames. I hope to hear from you all.