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Disclaimer: I do not own the Kids Next Door organization or show. I just wish I did. Oh, yeah, but own Numbuh 192.

Summary: Not needed.

Notes from the Author: WARNING: Top Secret Transmission Ahead!

Before the Party

"Okay, team," Numbuh 1 said to his team as he and the his Sector V comrades were all getting ready for the Annual Super-Dooper Ultra-Important Promotions Party, "Put on your best formal attires and act your best. Each of us should be able to make the whole team look good."

"Sure, I'll do it but can't I get something to eat first?" Numbuh 4 responded clutching his empty stomach, "I'm hungry!"

"Numbuh 4," the Second-in-Command Numbuh 5 tried to reason with him, "We are headed for a party! Wait 'til we get there and then you can eat all you want."

"I'll never last that long," the hungry Australian protested, "By the time we've reached the Moon Base, hours would have passed."

"Patience is a virtue, Numbuh 4," the Supreme Leader replied turning to the rest of the others, "everyone, dismissed. Just get ready. Remember, formal clothing."

At once, everyone left the Mission Briefing Room and headed for their own rooms to prepare.

"Aw, crud," the aggressive one grumbled hungrily as he walked to door with a '4' painted on it, "I'm still hungry. I wish I had a sandwich right now with parmesan cheese… and beaded chicken with tomato sauce… and hot, melted Swiss cheese with a large helping of…"

The list went on and on as he was dressing himself until he was interrupted by the door bell.

"What the— " the hungry boy muttered walking to the door and answering, "What do you want!"

"Hi, Numbuh 4," Numbuh 3 smiled at him wearing her attire and asking him, "How do I look? Does this match or does it make me look fat?"

"You've got to be kidding me!" Numbuh 4 said sarcastically staring at her with a weird look with his stomach too empty for his mind to think, "If you're fat and you do nothing about it, of course you'll look fat no matter what you wear. And if you continue sneaking bites from Numbuh 2's gigantic collection of donuts at the rate you've been doing for the last couple of days, of course you're gonna look—"

"GRRRRRRRRRR," the furious girl growled pushing him back into his room, stepping in, and closing the door behind her.

In the next few seconds the whole tree house shook violently as if in the middle of raging typhoon and growls and cries could be head.

Then, out of nowhere, a man appeared right in front of the Numbuh 4's closed door holding up a chocolate bar on his hand.

"Utter frankness, absolute lack of judgment, and sheer stupidity — just some of the many negative side effects of hunger," he said stepping closer to the camera in front of him, ripping open the wrapper of the candy bar, and taking a bite of confectionery, "Treat it with a SNICKERS™ (not mine) bar made of real peanuts, caramel, and chocolate."

"Hey!" Numbuh 1 shouted as he, Numbuh 2, and Numbuh 5 quickly ran to the general direction to investigate what the great commotion was all about, "You're an adult. What are you doing in here!"

"Um, uh," the man stuttered not knowing what to say, "It's-it's- it's a commercial. Um, what a candy bar, kid?"

"Kids Next Door," the leader shouted pointing at the stranger in the tree house, "battle stations!"

All at once, Numbuh 5 hurled herself at the intruder to give him a flying kick on the face. Numbuh 2 ran to the trespasser, grabbed him, rolled forward to the window in front of them, and let go throwing the meddler out.

"Kids Next Door," Numbuh 1 shouted running forward pointing at the other one, "get the camera man, too!"

"Hey, hey, hey! You can't do this to me! I have a contract that says—Hey, hey, hey! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

While they were getting rid of the camera man, the quaking stopped, the door broke open, and the still-furious Numbuh 3 left Numbuh 4's room.

"Hey, Numbuh 3," Numbuh 5 and the other oblivious agents asked the Japanese operative as he opened the room with a '3' printed to it, "Have you seen Numbuh 4 anywhere?"

"Oh, him?" Numbuh 3 remarked re-arranging her hair and closing the door behind her, "He's there in his room 'hanging out' or something."

"Huh?" Numbuh 1 asked, as he and the others entered Numbuh 4's messy room, "I thought he was coming with us to the party. They have an eat-all-you-can buffet there with unlimited courses and dessert selections."

"That is weird," Numbuh 2 responded to Numbuh 1 in combat position as he and the others cautiously entered, "Do you think those 'commercial people' have anything to do with his disappearance?"

"Perhaps so, Numbuh 2," the leader agreed as the all proceeded with great caution, "Perhaps so. Everyone, be on your guard. There may be a trap here."

As they walked in, they suddenly heard some muffled sounds coming from Numbuh 4's closet.

"Yipe!" Numbuh 2 jumped at the sound and turned to Numbuh 1 and Numbuh 5 who were both close by, "What was that?"

"I don't know," the Second-in-Command said slowly sneaking toward the closet, "But it's coming from in there."

"Be careful, Numbuh 5," Numbuh 1 advised her as she drew nearer and nearer, "It could be a trap."

Bravely, she quickly prepared to open the door with her right fist ready for anything.

Suddenly, the door slammed open with hanging on the black-eyed Numbuh 4 hanging on the coat hooks of the door on his closet struggling to get down because the hood-part of his orange hoodie was stuck on it.

"Hello?" Numbuh 1 thought out loud trying to make sense out of the situation, "What are you doing hanging out there?"

"Yeah," the African-American responded looking at him with a perplexed face, "What on Earth are you doing hanging on the coat hooks? Those are for your clothes and jackets and stuff."

"It wasn't me," the aggressive operative responded trying to extricate himself from the coat hooks, "I was attacked by Numbuh 3. You won't believe that woman. She has no idea what…"

In his effort to free himself, he had kicked the door behind him so hard, the hook broke out giving way to the powerful force of gravity.

THUD!

He fell face first to the floor.

"Ow…" he muttered struggling to get up from his injuries Numbuh 3 had caused him earlier, "Not to mention the colors… You couldn't find a more clashing combination that---"

"GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR," came a grown from Numbuh 4's open door as the raging she-devil pounced at him again like a cheetah hurling itself at her prey.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Ow, ow, ow, ow! Stop it! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Help!"

"SNICKERS™," the commercial narrator man said with twigs and leaves in some of hiss torn clothing, "Don't let hunger happen to you."

End Transmission

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There it is KND Operation: RANDOM! So what do you think of it? Liked it? Hated it? Random, isn't it?