"I can't believe we have to sneak into a house full of bloody teenagers." Numbuh Four griped.

"Those are our orders Numbuh Four." Numbuh One told him. "We have to monitor and—if necessary—sabotage Cree's 'date.' "

"Numbuh Five can't believe she's going to do this." Numbuh Five muttered. "Spying on my sister…wrecking her date…making her life a living hell…"

"Um, I thought you did all that anyway." Numbuh Two asked in confusion.

"Numbuh Five does. But when its Numbuh Five's job to do all that it's not as much fun anymore." She explained.

"All right team. Let's go." Numbuh One ordered.

"Okey-dokey, artichokey!" Numbuh Three chirped.

Rolling their eyes, the Kids Next Door of Sector V rappelled over the Institute's wall and made their way across the front lawn.

"You're sure their surveillance can't spot us?" Numbuh One asked Numbuh Two.

"Positive." He said. "Trusty Two-by-Four technology can outwit anything."

"How do we get in? I assume knocking isn't going to cut it." Numbuh Four said.

"We'll get in through the window on the first floor." Numbuh One replied. "Hurry! We have to get in and get set up for when Cree arrives!"

00000000000000000000000000000000

LATER

"I'm so glad that you invited me over Bobby," Cree giggled. Bobby grinned stupidly.

"I'm glad you were willing to come. Heck, I don't know most people who would be willing to be seen dating a mutant!"

"Well I guess you just haven't met the right kind of people." Cree said warmly. "You're friends seem really nice."

"Yeah, they are." Bobby lied. "You want to go down to the kitchen and have some dinner?" He grinned. "I'd take you out to dinner but I spent all my money bribing everyone into being nice." Bobby thought, which made it hard to grin convincingly.

"Sure." Cree purred. As the two of them walked down to the kitchen they were nearly bowled over by Jamie.

"Hey!" Bobby yelled at the retreating Jamie. "Watch where you're going squirt!" He said. "Sorry Cree…"

"He's a kid." Cree said, her words were innocent but her tone made it sound like she was passing sentence on him.

"Tell me about it." Bobby muttered.

"Oh I intend to." Cree grinned to herself. "Let's just grab something to eat. Then later we can go to the movies. My treat."

"Um…aren't I supposed to pay for everything?" Bobby asked.

"Hey, it's the Twenty-First Century!" Cree said. "Besides, you're a cheap date." She mentally added.

As she and Bobby sat down in the kitchen, Cree thought she caught a glimpse of something red. A hat?

"No…it can't be." Cree said, shaking her head.

"Something wrong?" Bobby asked as he put some pasta in the microwave.

"Not a thing." Cree said as she sat down. "Oww!" She yelped, leaping back up. She looked at the chair. Thumb-tacks on the seat.

"Jamie…" Bobby growled. "I'll handle this."

"No need." Cree said. "Besides I know who's REALLY behind this." She thought. "Let's just have dinner so that we can leave."

"All right."

As Cree and Bobby sat down to dinner, neither noticed Numbuh Three liberally spicing the pasta with hot sauce.

Cree took a bite…and promptly jammed her head in the sink, trying to extinguish her tongue and cursing horribly.

"Oh those rotten little kids! I'd just love to sock them—I mean, I'll be right back." She said as she took her head out of the sink. "I need a towel."

Cree stormed to the nearest bathroom and toweled her hair off. She knew her sister and her friends were responsible for this. She just knew.

Fortunately she had just the thing to take care of them.

"Bobby? Honey?" She said, smiling so widely that her face was about to crack. "Can you show me where you train? I'd love to see just how you became the muscular hunk that you are…" Cree cooed, pouring it on with a ladle.

Bobby grinned like a moron. "Sure! Come on!" With nary a thought for security or even common sense, Bobby took Cree straight to the Danger Room.

Cree smiled at how easily she could manipulate him. No sooner did they enter the Danger Room did Cree exclaim, "I forgot my purse in the kitchen!"

"I'll get it!" Bobby said eagerly as he ran out to get it. Cree leaned in the doorway to the Danger Room and smirked.

"You brats can come out now. I know you're there."

"Give it up Cree." Numbuh One said as he burst out of hiding, his trusty jalapeno blaster in his hand. "You're little scheme won't work." The rest of Sector V was right behind him.

Cree back flipped into the Danger Room. "I should tell you little punks something." She said as they followed her in. "Teenage scientists have finally figured out why Chad and I were so weak following our break with the Kids Next Door; so week that you brats could beat us." She grinned. "Turns out there's a 'transitional phase' for teenagers like us: between being kids and full-flown teenagers. Leaves us weak. But now…" Cree said as she leaped up, delivering a fierce kick to Numbuh Two. "I'm back on top of my game!"

"Kids Next Door: Battle stations!" Numbuh One yelled as they all opened fire on Cree. It seemed as if Cree had been telling the truth, for she managed to weave and dodge every shot aimed her way.

Cree laughed as she made her way to the door. "You chumps definitely need some practice!" She said as she closed the door.

"Drat!" Numbuh One said. "We have to find a way out. Numbuh Two—"

"Oooh, pretty lights!" Numbuh Three said as she pointed at the lights that came up.

Cree turned on the speakers as she entered the Danger Room's control booth. "I figure that if you KNDorks are in need of practice, why not take advantage of the Danger Room?" She said as she activated it. "Level Thirteen sound about right? Good. Enjoy. Hahahaa!" Cree chortled as she left.

"Numbuh Five don't like the sound of this." Numbuh Five said as the Danger Room came to life.