Welcome to the 8th chapter of Totally Kids Next Door! To help answer one of the questions set by my only reviewer, The Real Numbuh 55 (thankies for that!) I've recruited/kidnapped Numbuh 3, the subject of that question.

Numbuh 3: Hiya! It's me, Numbuh 3!

Yeah. So, where did you learn the word pessimistic Numbuh 3?

Numbuh 3: I read it in dis dictionary thing that Numbuh 2 gave me. Apparently he didn't want me as dumb as Numbuh 4, or something like that, so I've been reading it sometimes.

Right. As for the other question, the "blond girl" in chapter 6 was Clover, not Numbuh 362 - they didn't actually know Clover's name at the time. Thanks for reviewing again, now it's on with the show!

Disclaimer: Pbm23 does not own Totally Spies or Kids Next Door; they belong to Marathon and Mr. Warburton, respectively. I do however own the KND Commandos.

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Numbuh 362's office was normally a quiet place - a single table standing in the centre with chairs and a few filing cabinets. She rarely used it, preferring the high chair on the bridge of the Moonbase as her normal place to be (or the cafeteria). It's main other function was for secret meetings. The meeting going on inside was supposed to be secret - though the two voices bellowing inside could be heard from almost anywhere in the base.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU TRUST THEM!" roared Numbuh 86, her samurai helmet off and her cheeks matching her hair colour. Across the table in the centre stood 225, his helmet similarly removed and his cheeks also red from shouting. Sitting to the side of the table sat Numbuhs 1 and 362, as well as Sam and Alex, who were no longer bound but still looked rather uncomfortable.

"WHY SHOULDN'T WE?" yelled the blue armoured warrior. "THEY TOLD THAT TEEN WARRIOR THAT THEY WOULD HAVE NO PART IN TORTURING KIDS!"

"Pah!" snorted the Irish girl. "Ah say we should lock 'em up, see how they like twenty years in jail on the moon! Anyway," she said. "Ah don't think your opinion actually matters. It's your fault that one of them left in the first place! In fact, they'd all be gone if your butt hadn't been saved by Numbuh 226!" She looked down onto the bridge of the Moonbase, pointing at 226, who was chatting to Numbuh 5. "If ah had my way, you and your stupid boy troops would be kicked out of the KND!"

"Well,it's good thatyou're not in command then!" retorted 225. "The last time you got command didn't you lock every boy in the KND you could get your hands on up, then rename the organisation the Girls Next Door?"

"Hey!" interrupted Alex. "Don't we get a say in this?"

"No, stupid teen!" screamed Numbuh 86.

The argument continued much like this until Numbuh 1 leant over to Numbuh 362.

"Quick, let's get out of here before they rope us into saying something we don't mean." he whispered.

"Agreed," muttered Numbuh 362 back. "We might be able to creep out without them noticing..." They were halfway to the door when...

"WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?" came the cry from both of the arguing kids. "BACK ME UP!"

"I, uh... Um... I... Well... Uh... IS THAT A TEEN MISSILE!?" They both shouted, hitting the idea at the same time, pointing out the window of the Moonbase.

"Where?" shouted Numbuh 86, drawing her weapon and leaping around. 225's reaction was slightly more comic. In one fluid motion he hit the deck, drew his rifle and pointed it towards the window, turning as he fell.

"Where are you, teen filth!" he roared. Upon seeing no targets, both kids slowly turned around to where Numbuhs 1 and 362 had been - the door of the office wide open.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU FELL FOR THAT!" both 86 and 225 roared at each other simultaneously.

"Typical boyish over dramatizing everything!" said 86 mockingly. "Do you do that every time someone points to a window and yells "Teen!"?

"Mostly, yes, though the people who normally say it aren't joking. At least it's safer to expect attack at all times!" the Commando retorted.

"Oh, yes, Ah forgot you're so paranoid, old man." the red-head muttered. 225 heard and didn't take it so well.

"That... was... the... final... straw." he roared, drawing his sword and bringing it down on the table, cleaving it in two. The two spies yelped and edged closer towards the door.

"You dare threaten a higher ranking officer!" said 86, speechless. "Ah'll have you decommissioned for this!"

"Is that what you say to everyone who draws a sword and breaks a table in front of you?" asked Sam conversationally. Before 86 could reply angrily, the viewscreen on the wall activated. Numbuh 60 appeared on it, his face urgent and worried.

"Bad news for whoever wants to hear it." he said. 225 stepped forward, but 86 pushed him out of the way.

"Ah'm higher ranked than you, remember?" 225 shook his head and sat down next to the spies.

"We've detected a massive energy build-up in the south pole, it seems to be those teen ships that attacked the Moonbase earlier, they must be building something big there." The transmission suddenly cut, just as the last word was said.

"Well, that sounds interesting, doesn't it?" 86 turned to where the others had been sitting, preparing a barrage ofinsults for 225. He was gone, having snuck out with the spies as Numbuh 60 had finished his message.

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"So... uh... where are we going?" asked Alex as she and Sam followed 225 through the corridors of the Moonbase.

"To the South pole." said 225, not turning around. "You heard the transmission. A massive energy build-up in the South pole has happened before. Last time it was the same teens you saw before creating a hypnosis device to take over every teenager in the world and force them to attack and enslave kids. We've got to stop them this time."

"Wait a minute, why "we"?" quizzed Sam "Why not just you?"

"Do you want your friend back or not?" 225 retorted. "There's every chance she could be there now."

"Good point." 225 replaced his helmet, then pushed a button on the side.

"Lieutenant, Sergeants, something has come up, meet me on board in the hangar in two minutes. Prepare for a rapid take-off." A chorus of affirmatives sounded from the helmet. "Lieutenant, have you seen Numbuh 362 recently?"

"Negative sir." was 226's reply. "She went off with Numbuh 1 about half an hour ago." 225 deactivated the link and turned to the two spies behind him.

"You'll be able to callthis..."Jerry"...as soon as we'reout of range of the cloaking shield." he said. The corridor ended at a set of silver double doors with the words "Hangar A" painted crudely above them. The doors swung open automatically, revealing a very empty hangar with only one orange triangle ship inside, preparing for take off. 225 marched inside, followed closely by Sam and Alex. As soon as they had walked onto the boarding ramp, it elevated shut.

"Good to see you again sir!" called 227 cheerfully from the pilots' chair as 225 walked into the ship. 226 and 228 saluted from their chairs at the sides of the ship as 225 strapped himself into the command throne. The girls glared at the prison cell at the back of the ship that they had been in abouttwelve hours ago.

"Instant take off, Sergeant." 225 said. 227 saluted and the ship lifted off. "Ladies... You may want to find something to hang on to, this ship's only built for four seated." The hangar blast doors started to open and the ship shot through the gap when it was just big enough for it to fit through.

"Wow Alex!" Sam exclaimed. "We've found someone who's a more reckless driver than you are!" Both 227 and Alex blushed and muttered something incomprehensible. The transmission screen at the front of the ship suddenly activated, revealing an extremely agitated Supreme Commander of the Kids Next Door.

"Numbuh 225!" roared Numbuh 362. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Taking down that teen force building something in the Antarctic." 225 replied calmly. "What did you think I was doing?"

"This is insane!" said the blonde commander. "How do you think you can defeat all those teens?"

"We're not going to defeat them, we just need to destroy whatever it is that they're building."

"I'm ordering you to turn around right now." 362 growled with an edge of finality in her voice.

"Hm... Let me consider that with my team." 225 turned to 228 and made a throat-cutting gesture. The transmission was instantly severed.

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"Aargh!" Numbuh 362 slammed her fist down onto the fizzing transmission screen. Behind her stood Numbuhs 1 and 86. "Nigel, get down there and make sure he doesn't get himself killed, please?" she asked without turning around. "That's a pleasure I want to reserve for myself."

"Erm, yes sir." Numbuh 1 said uncertainly, then walked off.

"Stoopid boys always messing things up, eh?" 86 said. "Ah say, if he survives, we decommission him and all his boy troops, let the girls run things."

Rachel Mackenzie, Supreme Commander of the Kids Next Door, simply watched through the window as the orange ship shot out of sight towards the earth.

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There ends Chapter 8! R/R please!