You can stand unda my umbrella

Ella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh…

I love that song so much.

Here's chap. 11!!

Chapter Eleven:

It was 5:00pm, Christmas Eve, and Wally was tugging his tie through the loop.

He was fastening on a red tie because tonight there would be the annual KND Snow Ball held at moon base. For the occasion, Wally was also clad in a white button up shirt underneath his black vest and black suit jacket, and his nice blue jeans, the pair with no holes or frays in them. He was even wearing his brand new all white DVSs.

Now that his tie was on, he faced the mirror in his bathroom and inspected his hair. Usually, Wally's dandelion mushroom cap was all messy with strands sticking around here and there, but that didn't look stupid or anything. He picked up the comb on his sink he never used and combed the bowl layer.

That was when Wally spotted it up near his hairline: a little red greasy bump.

At first, he scarcely, vaguely recognized what it was. All he knew was that he had seen it on teenagers, and then he knew:

A pimple.

HE WAS ONLY ELEVEN.

IT COULDN'T BE HAPPENING.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" he screeched for a straight few seconds.

He was so shocked he felt light-headed—partly from losing so much breath from screaming, thus tipped back and collapsed.

Xxxx

"Wally? Numbuh Four? Get up," a British voice echoed in Wally's foggy mind. Someone was rocking him forcefully. Slowly, Wally was returning to consciousness.

His eyes opened to see Numbuh One kneeling over him; though he looked a little different without his sly black shades. This way Wally could see that his eyes were baby blue. Nigel was wearing a gray suit with a navy tie and black shoes.

Wally moaned from his limp position on the bathroom floor on his back.

"Hey, y-you up Numbuh Four?" Nigel said, "You really do faint a lot…"

"Ooohhh…" Wally groaned, lifting his head, his eyelids parting just a little.

"Are you okay?" asked Numbuh One.

Wally pushed himself to sit up, head spinning momentarily. "Err.. I think so."

"Good. Come on, we need to go meet up with the others. They're all already there. You can tell me what happened on the way."

In a few moments, the duo were in an aircraft set for moon base. Wally brushed his fingers along his hairline to pinpoint his pimple. Wait, where was it? He pushed up his bangs and leaned towards the window, which showed his reflection almost like a mirror against the inky space sky. Yet, his skin was smooth and unblemished. No pimple.

"Numbuh Four, what are you doing?" asked Nigel suspiciously.

"N-nothin', Numbuh One! Just checkin' up on myself."

"Why did you faint, any way?" he pried.

Of all people, Wally couldn't tell NUMBUH ONE, their obsessive leader, he was turning into a teenager two years early. So he forged the truth.

"I…thought there was something… on my face!"

"And what did you think you saw?" Numbuh One turned to the side from the driver's seat to face Wally, eyes narrowed. Immediately Wally looked out the window before him.

Wally sighed. "A zit."

Numbuh One gasped loudly as the ship hit some turbulence. Nigel was so astonished he froze at the controls.

"NUMBUH ONE!" Wally shouted, leaning over and pulling some levers to prevent the aircraft from crashing.

Nigel got a hold of himself and cleared his throat. "But you were just imagining it, right?" he inquired.

"Yeah, it's not there anymore." Numbuh Four assured.

"Whoo…" Nigel sighed, relieved. "Do you know how serious that kind of thing is, Numbuh Four? Getting acne this early?"

"Ugh, Numbuh One," Wally began, disgusted, "It's not like kids haven't gotten zits before Middle School or something. I'll just wash my face more often, that's all. Like it's wrong to hit puberty a little early, or somethin'."

"Teenagers get zits, Numbuh Four. Not kids. What is with you?"

"Nothing! Nothing is with me! I was just sayin'…."

"Yeah, you better hope you're "just sayin'," or else…"

"Or else what?"

"Or else you're gonna be in a whole mess of trouble."

Xxxx

The moon base was decorated with festive streamers and banners and such above the blue tiled floors. Most operatives were up and dancing, the huge ballroom-sized dance floor packed with kids. Everyone was dressed up; every guy had on at least a dress shirt and the girls all wore some kind of skirt or dresses. There were tables around the perimeter where everyone was dancing.

Wally sat at a table, having just arrived to the celebration. Numbuh One had already parted, had gone to search for particularly fellow operatives and have fun.

A glum expression lay on Wally's face as he propped his head up on his elbows. He was thinking about how Numbuh One had freaked out just because he had mentioned the possibility of having a pimple. If that's what a pimple would cause, what would Numbuh One do if he knew Wally really was becoming a teenager?

And what was up with that whole pimple thing anyway? Was he imagining it or not? He should go confirm.

As Wally was making his way across the room to get to the hall to the bathroom, some female kids approached him and begged him to dance with them.

"Pleeeease Numbuh Four?" they said in unison.

"I… --err, I gotta go to the bathroom?" he said, "maybe when I come back…."

The girls squealed with delight. They told him they'd wait to see his magnificent dance moves. Dancing was simply a talent of Wally's; it made sense he was great at it, being the hand-to-hand combatant of Sector V and all. So, a lot of girls liked to dance with him.

Last year he wouldn't even had said "maybe when I come back" to girls that wanted to dance with him.

He pushed through one of the many doors in the party room and began down a hallway. There were a few other operatives in the halls, chatting and ambling around. Wally began power-walking—he needed to see what in the world was going on with himself!

Wally stepped quickly around the corner of the hall and suddenly—due to him being deep in thought—collided into someone. He stumbled, but did not fall, and neither did the other person.

"Watch yourself, brah," said a rich looking kid with feathery brown hair, wearing a white suit tuxedo over a black button down shirt, and hot pink cumber bun and tie.

"Yeah, yeah, my bad," Wally grumbled.

"Hey! Aren't you Numbuh Four from Sector V??" the kid called, his cool charm gone all of a sudden.

"Yeah.."

"I'm Numbuh 77! Nice to meet you, man!" Numbuh 77 chimed merrily, grabbing Wally's hand and shaking it vigorously.

"Nice to meet you, too," Wally said slowly, a little gruffly, even.

"See ya on the dance floor, Numbuh Four!" Numbuh 77 called as each boy parted.

Wally was aware that Sector V was considered one of the best Sectors of the KND, if not the best. Many operatives knew of him, so he was kind of used to being greeted that way, greeted with that respect. Wally just didn't care about popularity or coolness. Especially at that moment; he had other things on his mind.

He was the only boy in the bathroom. At once, he scrambled up to a mirror and pushed up his bangs.

His hairline with smooth, definitely not a pimple there. For a second, Wally stared at himself in the mirror. He was pretty cute, if he didn't mind saying so to himself. For a kid, that is, what with his mother's freckles across the bridge of his nose, and his green eyes and elf nose and pouty pink lips.. The thought almost surprised him—Wally never cared about his looks that way before.

Wow, he was really cute…

Ugh, what was he, in love with his new teenage self that looked exactly the same? He disgusted himself as a teenager, but didn't mind it as much as he always thought he would.

Wally walked out of the bathroom, trying to shake this teenage stuff out of his head. It just came back again when he returned to the dance room and was dragged onto the dance floor by a ton of girls, who at first shoved him all around to one another and he danced with each, though he didn't exactly like it. Well, kinda, it was okay. At least he was doing something.

Hit song after hit song was blasting among the sea of kids, as they danced and partied and celebrated Christmas.

That's when Wally spotted Kuki.

Her dark, shiny hair was tied up in a flower-shaped bun, two strands loose to border her face. She was wearing this silky, strapless, slimming, light pink dress that ended at her mid-shin, white gloves up her forearms, a silver necklace with a heart charm on it, and diamond earrings. She was also wearing a pair of two inch white heels.

Wally paused in dancing and looked at her for a second, as she chatted away with her friends that weren't as pretty as her but did look especially nice tonight. One of Kuki's friends pointed Wally out to her, but just as Kuki turned around Wally was pulled away from her sight by another girl that wanted to dance with him. His sight was swallowed up by other kids surrounding him.

It took a moment, but Wally shoved his way off the dance floor, because he wasn't going to let some crazy girls, of all things, stop him, ever.

Wally stumbled over someone's foot, and fell to his stomach. He blinked and hastily got to his feet and dusted off his navy blue jeans, whipping around wildly to catch a glimpse of that fresh light pink she was wearing.

The thing was, though, he was too short, and there were too many people, and he lost sight of her. In fact, Wally didn't know where any of his friends were, there were so many operatives packed into the huge ballroom.

After a song or two, he gave up thrusting and weaving himself between people and burst through a pair of double doors into a hallway.

He took a seat on an empty chair and sat on the edge so his feet extended out on the floor.

The vibrations of a new song, "Makes Me Wonder" by Maroon 5, with some techno beats booming in the background was playing. Wally scowled with disgust, as he hated these pop songs, despite the tune of this one immediately got stuck in his head.

Man, can these moon base operatives throw some kinda party.

The double doors beside him jangled, though he was partly deafened by the music so he couldn't hear, but out the corner of his eye he saw the door open.

"There you are, Numbuh Four!" a voice pierced through the music.

Wally looked to his side and examined Hoagie, wearing his white and gray suit with a baby blue dress shirt underneath and red bow tie, as well as his white top hat with a band matching the baby blue shirt.

"Hey, Hoagie," Wally greeted glumly in his accent.

"W-why aren't you dancing?" Numbuh Two asked, taking a seat beside his Australian companion.

"I don't know, I just have some stuff on my mind…"

Hoagie chuckled and was about to crack a joke, but Wally held up a fist to halt him.

"So, uhh," Hoagie said, "I'm surprised you aren't houndin' after Numbuh Three tonight. Grrrahhhwwwl!" He elbowed Wally in the shoulder and grinned mischievously.

Wally choked on spit. "Ew, Hoagie, shut up!" he shrieked.

"Well, I'm just surprised your not dancing with her, like usual! Geez!"

"Yeah, whatever."

"Okay, alright, anyway… What happened earlier?" Hoagie asked. "Numbuh One said you fainted! Are you okay?"

Wally was silent for a moment, and leaned forward on his knees, as Hoagie stared at him for an answer.

Hoagie P. Gilligan was his best friend, they shared a lot of secrets and often bailed each other out of trouble.

Right now, Wally felt like he was in trouble. So maybe he could… tell Hoagie about what was really on his mind….

"Oh, I just laid down to take a nap. I didn't faint…" Or maybe not. Maybe when Wally sees it happening to Hoagie, he'll tell him. Yeah, that sounded pretty good.

"On the bathroom floor?"

"The rug is comfy!" Anything to keep up with the lie.

Lies were kid stuff.

Was he still supposed to tell them? Wally didn't know. He was lost to this whole thing.

Hoagie narrowed his eyes at his best friend from behind his yellow goggle lenses.

"O…kay… Moving on… Let's go find Numbuh Five and Numbuh One."

The two stood and went back into the lobby.

There are some weird things that happen to Wally Beatles.

Xxxx

"Hey, Numbuh Four," Abby said in a mischievous tone, as if she was going to inform him about a juicy secret.

"Hey, guys," said Nigel in the same fashion. It seemed as though he showed no remembrance to all the things Wally said earlier.

"Why are you guys talking like that…?" Hoagie asked, lost.

Abby clutched the heart of Hoagie's gray jacket and whispered something into his ear. He nodded understandingly, smirking, then standing beside Abby, so the three of them faced Wally. They were giving him another look. Three grinning, sly faces gazing into him for a second or two.

"WHAT?!?!" Wally shrieked.

"Oh, Numbuh Three just wants you to meet her in control room F," Nigel said.

"What is going ON?!" Wally continued.

"Nothing, nothing," said Hoagie unconvincingly.

"C'mon, Nigel, what is going on? You guys are supposed to be my best friends!"

"You'll see.." Nigel chimed.

Abby gripped Wally's shoulders, spun him around, pushed him all the way to the door of the hallway he went through earlier, and shoved him through it.

"Guys?!"

He was deserted in the hallway. What was going on? What did he have to see Numbuh Three about?

After discovering the double doors were hopelessly locked, he decided he would have to find out.