Disclaimer: I don't own Kids Next Door.
Author's note: Okay… do you know when you want to update, but don't have the time to? (And personally I won't for sometime). Mix the two above and you get this.
I know you'll hate me… but please, don't hit me!
Operation: T.I.M.E
Time
Is
Meeting
Elders
"I'll buy this and that, oh! And some of those… how about those red in there? No, I prefer those ones!", Numbuh Three couldn't make up her mind and Numbuh Eighteen was too amused observing the shopkeeper's twitching eye to be bothered by the girl's indecisiveness.
"Is that all?" said the man, trying to look calm.
"I think I'll change those with lemon with strawberry ones!" said Numbuh Three, the man did as told then said:
"Do you want something else, little miss?"
"No, thanks!" said Numbuh Three smiling and paid the candy. The shopkeeper sighed relived and smiled at the next customers.
Now out of the shop Numbuh Three and Numbuh Eighteen decided to return to the Treehouse.
"Do you think is enough?" said Numbuh Three worriedly and looked at the bags in her hand, but Numbuh Eighteen smiled and continued walking.
"It surely is!"
"If you say so…" said Numbuh Three happily, but suddenly she stopped again, and Numbuh Eighteen presumed she wanted to ask once more about the candy she bought, but that wasn't the case.
"Did you heard that?".
"What?" asked Numbuh Eighteen and looked around but she didn't have the time to take out her gun that something like a net wrapped her and didn't permit her to move.
"Gotcha!", the Delightful Children from Down the Lane said and with their new robot lift the now captured Numbuh Eighteen from the ground.
"You're mean! Let her go!" said angrily Numbuh Three, slightly scared because she didn't think about bringing any weapon with her.
"Or what?" the Delightful said laughing. "Oh! We're so scared!"
"You little…" started Numbuh Eighteen but the Delightfuls looked at her smiling evilly.
"Now watch your language…" they said, "And stop trying to free yourself! Enjoy your trip to our house with a good sleep!" and the robot knocked her out with his free arm.
Then they looked at Numbuh Three.
"Goodnight, Kuki Sanban… have a nice dream too!" they said and knocked her out in the same way they did with the blond girl. Numbuh Three fell unconscious in no time.
The Delightfuls laughed and went to their mansion.
When Numbuh Three regained consciousness it was past noon. She suddenly stood up and started running towards the base.
"Oh, my! Guys! Guys!" exclaimed Numbuh Three as soon as she arrived.
Everyone in the Treehouse looked at her surprised.
"Where have you been! And… where's Numbuh Eighteen?" said Numbuh One,
"The Delightfuls!" said Numbuh Three, "There's no time! We must go rescue her!"
"Calm down, Numbuh Three…" said Numbuh Five, "Tell us what happened!"
"The Delightfuls kidnapped Numbuh Eighteen on our way here! We must go rescue her! Oh, I don't want to think of the things they could do to her!" and she started to cry, Numbuh Four came near her and tried to calm her, but with no success.
"That's bad… that's really bad… but I just don't understand" said Numbuh One, more to himself than to anyone else, then he looked at his friends, "Okay, go collect your weapons… we're going to the Delightfuls mansion!"