The Tolienator stood outside a construction site port-a-potty which he stole years ago. Mr. Boss's cigar rested in his pocket. He found it lying outside Sector V's treehouse the day Mr. Boss died. After his death, The Tolienator had nowhere else to go and nothing else to do. He had tried being a villain just to get Mr. Boss's attention. So nowadays he simply hung around his port-a-potty in an empty lot (A/N: The kind that's in between two giant buildings. I'm not good at describing things, am I?).
When he heard footsteps and the sound of voices coming toward the lot, The Tolienator quickly hid inside the port-a-potty.
"I can't believe you're bringing the skunk." he heard a guy say. "I can't believe you're still whining about it" a girl responded.
The Tolienator opened the door a crack and peeked out. He saw three teenagers walking past him. "Well I just don't think it'll be presentable for you to show up at Numbuh One's with that stinky weasel, 'Numbuh Three'," the blonde boy said. The skunk in the girl's arms sprayed him with skunk stink.
The Tolienator closed the door. "Numbuh Three?" he said to himself. "Ha, one problem there, pal. Numbuh Three's dead. All four of those little girls are dead. They're dead. Dead, dead, dead." The cigar in his pocket started to glow and spew little smoke demons. "Am I right my friend?" he asked one of the demons, obliviously. "I mean, how can that be...wahh!" he screamed when he noticed it. He took the cigar out of his pocket. It wasn't made of paper, and it was larger than a regular one, about the size of a corn cob. It was was made of glass, and it didn't burn out. And now it started to glow green. "Oh come on. Am I supposed to believe this thing woke up after all these years just because some guy claims that girl is Numbuh Three?" he asked. More demons flew out. "Okay, okay I get it. Enough with the smoke people already!" The Tolienator paused to think for a minute. "If this thing's come back to life, it must mean...Numbuh Three's alive." He looked back out at the girl. "And that's her."
And then, as if it had a mind of its own, the cigar flew right into the toilet, dragging The Tolienator with it. "Ahh! Mayday, mayday!" It flew rapidly underground, past the crust, dinosaur fossils, and molten magma. "Wahh, hot, hot, hot," he cried.
The cigar flew all the way until it reached a wide open place where a giant island-like bolder, made entirely out of rocks and bones, was floating. The Tolienator crashed into a pile of bones.
"Ow! Oh boy, that's going to leave a mark. Ow," he complained.
"WHO DARES INTRUDE ON MY SOLITUDE?! GET OUT!" a familiar voice called out. Too familiar. The Tolienator looked up to see a hunched figure coming toward him. When it made it made its way into the light, The Tolienator gasped at who he saw.
"Mr. Boss?!"
Mr. Boss saw The Tolienator and slapped his forehead. "Aw geeze, it's The Tolienator!" he cried.
Yep, it was Mr. Boss alright. "You're alive?" The Tolienator asked in awe.
"Ha. In a manner of speaking," he said, emphasizing the word speaking, which caused his eyeball to pop out of his socket and land in The Tolienator's palms.
"Um, th-that fell right out sir. Ew," he said.
"Something's happened," Mr. Boss said, putting his eye back in. "I can feel the dark forces stirring!"
"Well I'm not surprised sir because I saw her, Numbuh Three," Tolienator said.
"What?" he asked causing his lips to slide down to his tie. "Numbuh Three? Alive?"
The Tolienator looked really grossed out. "Um, sir? Your lips, they're uh.."
"That little KND brat?" his lips continued to say from his tie.
"Okay," Tolienator said while placing Mr. Boss's lips back on his mouth. "Well I guess a curse just ain't what it used to be, huh?"
"That's why I'm stuck here in limbo," Mr. Boss yelled, banging his fists on the wall. "My curse is not fulfilled!" His hand, too, flew off as well.
"Oh, don't worry Mr. Boss, I got it," The Tolienator said.
Mr. Boss began to sob. "Oh, look at me, Tolienator. I'm falling apart. I'm a wreck!"
The Tolienator came back to him with his severed hand. "Actually sir, considering how long you've been dead, you look pretty good!" Mr. Boss hid his face. "Aw, come on you do, you do."
"R-really?" he asked. It wasn't true. Mr. Boss was now old and wrinkly, kind of like a zombie. Not unlike when he was senior cita-zombiefied.
The Tolienator faked a smile. "Mr. Boss, is this the face of a villain who would lie to you?" His smile started to quiver. He went on before he gave himself away. "Come on sir, for a minute there you had your old spark back."
"Yeah, before I lost the gift from the dark forces. The key to my powers."
The Tolienator pulled out the cigar. "What, you this cigar thing here?"
Mr. Boss gasped. "Where did you get that?!" he asked.
"Oh, I found it," Tolienator responded.
"Give it to me!" he shouted, snatching it out of his hands.
"Okay, okay. No need to be grabby."
Mr. Boss laughed manically. "My old friend, together again. Finally my curse will be fulfilled. And the last of those brats will die!"
In the dark of the night I was tossing and turning.
And the nightmare I had was as bad as can be.
It scared me out of my wits.
A corpse falling to bits.
Then I opened my eyes and the nightmare was me.
I was once the most powerful villain in Cleveland.
When those kids humiliated me they made a mistake.
My curse made each of them pay.
But one little girl got away.
Little Kuki beware Mr. Boss is awake.
The cigar shot out another puff of smoke. In it, they could see Kuki. She was boarding a train with a huge grin on her face.
In the dark of the night evil will find her.
In the dark of the night just before dawn.
Revenge will be sweet.
When the curse is complete.
In the dark of the night
She'll be gone.
The Tolienator looked around nervously. A bunch of singing bugs came out and danced all around. Well that's a little weird he thought.
I can feel my powers are slowly returning.
Tie my sash and a dash of cologne for that smell.
Mr. Boss was wearing a black wig and was brushing it in the mirror. An image of Kuki appeared, repeating the action. Why he was doing that, the Tolienator would never know. Obviously, his time here hasn't restored his sanity.
As the pieces fall into place.
I'll see her crawl into place.
Sayonara Kuki, Your Grace
Farewell
In the dark of the night terror will strike her
(Terror's the least I can do)
In the dark of the night evil will rule
Soon she will feel that the nightmares are real
In the dark of the night
She'll be through.
In the dark of the evil will find her.
In the dark of the night terror will doom her
My dear here's a sign.
It's the end of the line.
In the dark of the night, in the dark of the night.
Hundreds of smoke demons spewed out of his cigar and flew up to the surface, ready to fulfill their purpose.
Come my minions rise for your master.
Let your evil shine.
Find her now, yes, fly ever faster
In the dark of the night
In the dark of the night
In the dark of the night
She'll be mine!
Kuki, Wally, Hoagie and Bradley were now on the train to Boston. Inside their compartment, Wally was placing the suitcases up in the storage area, while Hoagie was finishing up some paperwork. Kuki was sitting in the seat opposite from him. When he put up the last suitcase, Wally attempted to take the seat next to Hoagie but stopped when he heard Bradley snarl (skunks snarl) under him.
"Hm, stinker gets the window seat, huh?"
He settled for the seat next to Kuki. Kuki was twiddling with her necklace, an unconscious habit that really started to bug Wally. "Would you stop fiddling with that thing and sit up straight, come on. Remember, you're a Grand Operative."
Kuki glared at him and slouched further. "Hmph, how is it you know what Grand Operatives do or don't do?"
Wally smirked. "Trust me, I know more than you think," he said.
Hoagie looked up from his paperwork and rolled his eyes. "Operative maybe, but Grand Operative? Yeah right," he muttered under his breath.
"Wally," Kuki asked, "do you really think I'm a high-ranking operative?"
"You know I do," he answered.
"Then stop bossing me around," she snapped.
Hoagie snickered. "Well, she certainly has a mind of her own," he said.
Wally slouched in defeat. "Yeah, I hate that in a woman."
Kuki merely stuck her tongue out at him. Smiling, Hoagie pulled out a piece of paper with a score sheet. He gave Kuki two more points, adding it up to twenty-five, while Wally only had three.
Wally came in from the bathroom. Kuki was sitting in her seat reading a magazine.
He stood there for a few seconds, really looking at her. It was just a little weird. How can anyone possibly look as much like Numbuh Three as she does? The way she sat cross-legged, the way she stuck her tongue out him, it was completely identical to Numbuh Three. Even the exact shade of violet her eyes were the same. Oh would you stop. It's a common eye color, he thought even though he knew that wasn't true. Don't be stupid. There is absolutely no cruddy way she can possibly be…her. With that in mind he went to take a seat across from her, wondering where Hoagie went.
Wally paused for a few minutes trying to think of something to say. "Look, I think we got off on the wrong foot," he said, finally.
"Well I think we did, too," Kuki said. "But I appreciate your apology."
"What? Who said anything about an apology? If anything, you're the one who should be-"
"Oh, just stop talking. It's only going to upset me," she said.
Wally gritted his teeth. The nerve of her! She should be grateful that they were taking her to Paris, instead of acting all stuck up. But instead of starting an argument, he just sat back. "Fine, I'll be quiet if you will."
"Okay, I'll be quiet," Kuki said.
"Fine."
"Fine," she finished.
They turned away from each other. Kuki stared out the window at the passing trees and sighed. "So you think you're going to miss it," she asked.
Wally groaned. "Miss what? You talking?"
"No. America."
"Oh," Wally rolled his eyes. "No cruddy way."
"But it was your home," Kuki said.
"No, it was a place I once lived. End of story," he told her.
"Well then I guess on making Paris your true home," she said.
Wally raised an eyebrow. "What is it with you and homes?" he asked. Kuki stood up. He put his feet up, blocking her way to annoy her.
"Well for one thing it's something that every normal person wants," she said trying to get through. "And for another thing it's a thing were…you..uh.."
"What?" he asked, messing with her even more.
"Oh, just forget it!" Hoagie walked in just then. "Oh thank goodness it's you, please just remove him from my sight," she said pointing at Wally. Hoagie groaned.
"What have you done to her?" he asked.
Wally stood up. "Me? It's her," he accused.
"Ha!" Kuki cried. Then she left.
"Oh no," Hoagie said. "An unspoken attraction."
"ATTRACTION?!? To that skinny little brat? Have you lost your mind?" Wally yelled.
"I was only asking a simple question." Hoagie said.
"Attraction, ridiculous!" Wally turned around to leave. But he stopped and turned his head to Hoagie. "I've been down that road before, Hoagie. And I ain't going back." Then he left. Hoagie sighed. Wally had to stop keeping his feelings bottled up. Some emotions were already starting to come out. If he kept this up, then by the time the pain burst out, it would be worse than ever.
The smoke demons flew until they reached the train. First things first, they had to get the train to go faster. They flew into the engine and burned the coal more rapidly. The train started to pick up speed.
Hoagie walked past a group of people talking with their passports. He smiled at his own 'homemade' passport until he saw the real ones.
"Last month, the travel papers were blue, but now they're red," someone said.
Hoagie looked at his papers, which were blue. "Yahh," he cried. He shoved past all the people to his compartment.
Inside, Wally was playing some videogame while Kuki was asleep. Wally looked up when Hoagie came in out of breath.
"Man I hate this government. Everything's in red," he said.
"What?" Wally asked.
"I say we move to the baggage car before the guards come," Hoagie suggested.
"I say we get off this train."
Wally went to wake up Kuki. He noticed Bradley snarling at the window, but ignored him. "Hey, wake up," he said, only to be smacked in the nose. "Ow!" He fell back into the seat.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry," she said. "I thought you were someone that-" But then she saw Wally tilting his head back to stop the bleeding. "Oh it's you. Well that's okay then."
"Oh, just come on. We have to go," he said.
"Where are we going?" Kuki asked.
"Crud, I think you broke my nose," Wally complained, humiliated that a girl actually made him bleed.
Kuki rolled her eyes. "Men are such babies," she muttered under her breath. (A/N Best line in the movie.)
The four of them snuck into the baggage car just in time. "Yep. Yeah, this will do nicely," Wally said.
"Ugh, she'll freeze in here," Hoagie whispered, shivering.
"She can thaw in Paris," Wally answered.
"The baggage car?" Kuki asked.
"Ehehe," they both shrugged nervously.
"There wouldn't happen to be anything wrong with our papers now, would there maestro?" she asked with a smirk.
"No, of course not," Wally said. "I just hate to see you forced to mingle with all those low-ranking losers." At that moment, a loud explosion separated the engine and baggage car from the rest of the train. Kuki, Wally, and Hoagie fell backwards.
"What in the name of crud was that?" Wally asked.
"I don't know, man," Hoagie cried. "But there goes the dining car."
"Oof. Get off of me," Kuki shouted at Wally
"Ugh, I'm trying," he said. She kicked him off.
"Uh, Wally?" Hoagie said. Wally tried to stand up.
"What now?" he asked.
"I think someone's flambéed our engine."
Wally went to the door next to Hoagie. "Something's not right. Stay here I'll check it out," He went out and crossed the coal car to the engine. But no one was in the driver's seat, which was burning.
"Hello? Is anyone here?" Wally asked. He checked the speedometer, but it blew up as it reached past 60 miles per hour.
Kuki and Hoagie waited nervously. "We're going way too fast," Kuki cried. Wally jumped back in then.
"No one's driving this train. We're going to have to jump."
"Did you say 'jump'," Kuki asked. Wally opened the side door. But the train was driving along a cliff side. "After you," she cried. Wally looked at her, crazy. Now was not the time to be sarcastic.
"Fine, then we'll uncouple the car," he said. Too bad the smoke demons overheard. They hardened the medal links.
"Quick, hand me a wrench, or an axe or anything," Wally called to Hoagie. He handed him a wrench. But it only broke.
Bradley let out a squeak. Kuki saw him standing on a box filled with..dynamite!
"Come on, there's gotta be something better than this." Wally cried. Kuki gave him a stick of dynamite. "That'll work," he said.
He stuck it in the train's link and the four of them ran for cover behind a bunch of crates. Wally raised an eyebrow. "What do they teach you in those orphanages?"
The dynamite blew up. But they were still going incredibly fast. Hoagie tried to stop it but it wouldn't work.
"The brakes are out," he cried.
"Well turn harder," Wally said. But the brakes broke off.
"Don't worry. We have plenty of track, we'll just coast to a stop." He said.
The car went over a bump which knocked them backwards. The smoke demons all came together and destroyed the upcoming bridge. Hoagie, Wally, and Kuki looked up and gasped. "You were saying?" Kuki asked. Again with the sarcasm.
Wally looked around and saw a chain with hooks at the ends. "I got an idea Hoags. Help me out with this," he said. Hoagie fell into a crate.
Wally got down to the bottom of the car. "Hand me the chain," he called.
Kuki passed it to him. "Not you," he said. It was too dangerous for her to be this close to the edge. "Hoagie's busy at the moment," she responded.
Wally sighed and took the chain from her. He tied it to the bottom of the car. A piece of the train fell off at that moment and tumbled toward Wally. Kuki grabbed his hand and pulled him back up to her, a little too close. Kuki felt her cheeks warm while Wally hoped she couldn't see his own red tinted cheeks. Then they turned and saw the metal smash into a tree. Kuki shook off the awkward moment. "And to think that could've been you," she said.
She pulled him up and Wally sighed. "If we live through this, remind me to thank you."
They went to the other end of the chain. "Here goes nothing. Brace yourself," Wally said. They pushed it off. The hook caught the train track. But it pulled the track along with the car, causing it to spin around. The side door turned to face the snow. Hoagie, Kuki, Wally, and Bradley went to the edge.
"Well," Kuki said, "this is our stop." They all jumped out into the snow just before the train fell off the cliff into the icy river.
The three of them stood up.
"Hoagie, I hate trains," Wally said. "Remind me never to get on a train again.
Wow, this was my longest chapter yet. Sorry it took a while, I was studying for SAT all week. I'll try to get Chapter 6 up sooner than this one.