"I'm telling you! This year's Soopreme Leader's birthday is gonna be the bestest best bestie best funnest fun bash EVER!" Numbuh 17.95, or Shay, happily shouted into their mic, their teammates' ears ringing in the process.
"Put a sock in it dude." Numbuh 12.11 said pissed. "Your voice is like a thousand violins being choked on by a mountain goat."
"Being eaten by a rat!" Numbuh Pi was happy to add, before screaming: "Now, get dressed already!"
Numbuh 4.444 offered the astronaut their spacesuit, who ran into the bathroom to get dressed, coming back out in a short while. Their suit was dark green and featured two vertically striped S.L.E.E.V.E.s, much like their normal hoodie. The helmet was a box with crudely drawn pictures on it, and a square was cut out and a clear film was taped in.
(S.L.E.E.V.E
SOOPA
LAUNCHER
EJECTS
EVERYTHING
VERY
EPICLY)
"I'm back!" Shay skipped out of the room to be greeted by their and two other sectors, A2 and A4. They waved at their comrades, here to see through the event. A small blond girl walked up to them and gave him a handshake, which evolved into a hug, her happiness was uncontainable as the cadet let out a little squeal. She finished the act by giving him a salute with tears in her eyes, in which Shay returned, saluting the chipper girl with glee.
"Hiya Numbuh 4.444!"
"Ok, cool. Ya ready to do this?"
Numbuh 17.95 put on a determined face."Weady Numbuh 4.444!"
"Oh man, I can't wait, this is gonna be huge! This was an awesome idea 17.95!"
"And our scientist did amazing jobs too!" upon mention of the scientists he waved, Atomic Numbuhs 1, 2, 3 and Numbuh Pi gave small little waves, flattered for the recognition. He continued his awestruck speech, "Lookit the size of that thang!" They waved and smiled extra wide at Atomic Numbuh 1, who returned the gesture.
"All systems go!" Numbuh Pi screamed into the line. Numbuh 623 smiled slightly, relishing in the idea of the milky way galaxy, full of milkshake. He watched as they were led on to the M.I.L.K.S.H.A.Y.K., Numbuh Pi giving 17.95 a final rundown on how to operate the device.
(M.I.L.K.S.H.A.Y.K
MILK
INITIATED
LAUNCHER
KREAMS
SPHERES
HOPELESSLY
APPETIZING
YUCKY
KRATERS)
He sat in the front most chair, as leader, and proceeded to watch the monitor.
Numbuh 4.444 sat in the second in command seat beside him, he ruffled his light blond bowl cut further, although with how messy it was it wasn't needed at all.
Shay was now sat on the tippy top of a giant milkshake, it was one of those diner glasses, it had four layers of cream, chocolate, vanilla, caramel and butterscotch shake lined up in a beautiful sea of browns and white, of course topped with whipped cream and sprinkles. It sported a gigantic green curly straw, (used for shooting sprinkles at oncoming meteors.) His teammates watched with big dopey grins, their heads already filled with praise and stomachs full of milkshakes.
"10!"
'See ya bro!"
"9!"
"Don't fly into Uranus!"
"8!"
"The cookie planets are a must!"
"7!"
Good luck soldier, I'm sure all of kid-kind will be grateful for your heroic act."
"6"
"Bye numbuh 17.95!"
"5"
'Shoot some sprinkles on that planet for me!"
"4!"
"3!"
"2!"
Numbuh 17.95 let off one final salute before the countdown ran low, smiling at a proud Numbuh 623.
"ONE!" The mechanical voice of the computer and fellow operatives echoed throughout his cardboard box helmet, as he felt himself being propelled in the air.
"The giant spring should give you just enough power to make it past our solar system! From there, it's showtime!"
"Ok Numbuh Crumble!"
That's numbuh Pi!"
He whizzed past all sorts of orbs, waving at them all. Their pack was loaded with ice cream, a plastic tube connected to their S.L.E.E.V.E. engulfing planets with the sweet substance.
"Man oh man, Numbuh 362 is gonna love this!"
"Ok Shay, you're doing great out there! Let's pull out the big guns!"
"Copy that Numbuh 623!" He activated a little switch, sending him Mach 40 propelling forward with the milkshake from the glass.
"WHEEEEE!"
"Turn back when you reach vanilla!"
"Is that gonna be enough!?"
'It's loaded with 4 trillion cubic acres of shake! You'll be fine! And you'll need all the fuel you can get coming back from the end of the galaxy! Especially considering the viscosity of the stuff-"
'According to my calculations, when they hit 300,000,000 miles per an hour, you're gonna see some serious- LEAN! NUMBUH 17.95! SHIFT BACK! YOU'RE GOING TO TO GO CLAMORING STRAIGHT INTO THE-"
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"Oh no… Oh no oh no oh no…"
Every single person in that room donned horrified expressions on their faces, jaws dropped, mid activity, their brains unable to comprehend what had happened.
"We lost signal…"
Even the calm collected Numbuh 623, who didn't bat an eyelash at the seniorfication virus fell limp, his mind a jumble of words and sorrow.
"NUMBUH SEVENTEEEN!" Atomic Numbuh One screamed, her face horrified. 'NOOOOOOO!"
