Heya guys! Sorry again about the long wait, I must update more, but school's been rough stupid year 9 Sats preparation... I'll try and update as soon as possible from now on.

When we last left our heroes they were about to attack the Spies' villa, but their idea of a sneak attack wasn't going too well at all.

Disclaimer: Pbm23 doesn't own KND, Totally Spies or any related characters/gadgets/weapons on the shows. I do however own Numbuhs 225-240 and 250-253 and all their personal weapons/armour.

On with the show!

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Location: Beverly Hills

Time: 4:30 PM

Date: Still Sunday, Still no more details.

The commandos swept in through the front door, their C.A.M.O.C.L.O.A.K.s shielding them from detection. They passed through into the lounge, which was empty of the Spies but looked very much like it had been ransacked. Also, strewn across the sofa was Numbuh 2- pushed up against the wall was Numbuh 3. Both were groaning and looked like they'd been hit by a hurricane. 225 instructed Numbuh 228 to pull them back once she had finished with Numbuh 4 and then moved with the other KND Commandos towards the pool area; where they could see five figures in battle. They crept through the door – on 225's hand-signalled command they took aim with the lasers they carried at the three teenage spies, who were bearing down upon the two poor Sector V operatives. Numbuh 1 and Numbuh 5 fought bravely, their weapons lost and their combat armour heavily dented. They were sweating and exhausted, taking kicks and dodging punches from the trio of spies.

"Open fire!" roared 225 and, after the whine of the C.A.M.O.C.L.O.A.K.s disengaging was heard, the laser beams shot towards the teens. The expert training of the commandos allowed them to aim with precision and, just as Numbuh 362 had said, they aimed for the hair.

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"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" A triple chorus broke the half silence of the area if you count laser discharges as half-silent. The three spies stumbled back, took one look at each other and screamed: "Your hair!" They looked in the glass of the lounge, which acted as a mirror. "My Hair!" Their hair had stuck up and was frizzled out by the heat produced from the lasers.

"Ok you little creeps! You've done it now!" roared Clover, charging at the commandos at the front of the lounge. She didn't get too far, however, as a mustard-propelled rocket from the trees past the pool exploded right behind her, coating her and more importantly her hair in sticky mustard. More rockets soon followed, doing the same damage to Sam and Alex. However, despite the fact the spies' hairs looked more like the inside of a KND S.P.L.O.R.C.K. (Operation P.O.I.N.T.), than their normal blond, red and black respectively they were relatively unhurt. But did they think of it this way? Not a chance.

"YOU'RE ALL DEAD, YOU LITTLE BRATS!" they all they ran towards the commandos and Numbuhs 1 and 5, who had fallen back to the others in the confusion. Drawing wooden swords and short ranged pistols, the commandos quickly passed their rifles to Numbuhs 1 and 5 and charged forward to meet the girls in close combat. Parrying punches and taking kicks on their armour, they fought hard, but they were at a disadvantage – the spies were not weighed down by heavy combat armour (which was proving fairly ineffective anyway) and could easily dodge any strikes or shots from the kids. Numbuhs 1 and 5 occasionally found an opening to open fire, but the lasers had little effect on the girls, who just grew even more angry.

"I... have... had... enough... of you clowns!" growled Clover as she jumped forward and past the operatives, then turned and karate-kicked 225 straight into the pool. He tried to climb out, but his armour weighed him down, making him sink down.

"Drat, we were so close to winning." He sighed.

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It wasn't too long until the next operative fell; 227 was grounded by a painful right hook from Alex, leaving Numbuhs 1, 5 and 226 to fight the losing battle. Desperately dodging and weaving in a deadly dance with the girls, Numbuh 226 drew a Mustard Pistol and loading it with a single, gleaming, purple bolt. Sam leaped at her, her boot aimed directly at her face...

226 side-stepped Sam's kick and fired as Sam flew by, the bolt embedding itself into Sam's shoulder. She bounced off the wall of the garden and turned, ready to attack again, then suddenly moaned and crumpled to the ground, unconscious. Glaring with horror and rage, the other two spies together grabbed 226 and threw her next to where Sam was, where she also crumpled from the recoil. Numbuh 1 and Numbuh 5 both gulped, before firing again.

"Dis isn't goin' too-" Numbuh 5 tried to yell, before Alex slide-tackled her, pushing her into the air. She landed in a heap next to 226, unconscious.

"Abby!" shouted Numbuh 1, turning to face where she had fallen. Using the opportunity,Clover grabbed and lifted him into the air by the collar of his armour.

"All right buster!" she growled. "You'd better tell us why you attacked us and hurt Sam, or-"

"Or what?" laughed Numbuh 1 defiantly. "You'll tell my mummy- aargh!" he yelped as Clover dismissively hurled him behind her, into a bush. "Ouch."

"We gotta get out of here!" Alex said, shaking. Clover agreed and together they carefully lifted Sam towards the lounge door.

To be met with one sopping wet and rather angry Commando.

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That's the chapter! I hope you enjoyed it, R/R please!