This is the end of the two chapter introduction.

So this chapter is a bit cheesy, I'll admit I'm still getting used to fight scenes in a cartoon-y not gorey manner. From here on out, it'll be prompts. I'll probably start with a few revolving Sector C, I think the next one will feature Mari because I really need to get her to integrate with the team more. Leave a review with some suggestions, again do not fear mentioning other Youtubers. I have Sector E, Teen Ninjas, some Moonbase goofballs...

-Useful

OPERATION: F.R.I.E.N.D.

FREQUENTLY

RELENTING

IN

ENDURING

NUISANCE

DEMEANOR

Numbuh 28 maneuvered the vehicle so they were directly hovering the barrel mech, Felix glancing at his teammates, before jumping down quietly, landing on his feet with an exclaimed cry, "stop right there, Barrelman!" Numbuh 1 shouted dramatically, pointing at the man who stood up shakily on the moving mech. Obviously unbalanced as the man with a brown shirt and slacks, fancy shoes, and a barrel over his head looked their way; how was he able to see them?

"I will stop when I please, I'm on a roll!" The four KND operatives looked at each other, a silent shared look as they though how bad that pun was. A loud thump could be heard and a scream as Numbuh 15, Mari, used the K.I.T.T.E. C.A.N.N.O.N. on the barrels, rhythmically hitting the wood and slowing the barrel-looking mech down in a way only cats could do so.

"Heey! What makes you think you can stop me?" The barrel man asked in a not-so-menacing manner, holding a small barrel in his hands prepared to be thrown at them.

Numbuh 2 glanced at his watch, brown eyes curious as he tried to tell time; like it was the hardest thing to do in the world with a watch made of scrap metal and random bits of items. "Considering this is the third time this month you have attempted defeat us ten gajillion times—"

"That's not even a word!"

"And we have won, we can stop you." Anthony continued ignoring Barrelman's interruption, as Numbuh 28 looked off into the distance.

"Guys."

"I will trump you!" The Barrelman continued, making his way over towards them, Felix nodding to Ian and Anthony who pulled out their weapons. The two of them jumping forward, while Felix also pulled out his weapon.

"You're going down!" Felix exclaimed, his voice drowning out Numbuh 28.

"Guys!"

Rolling eye, the dark haired and dark eyed grabbed Felix by the collar of his neck, "duck—!"

"Where?" But he was dragged down as they narrowly avoided a branch of the tree house, Numbuh's 2 and 3 clinging onto the side of the barrel as the mech began to climb. The cats had long stopped, since then Numbuh 15 has moved on to shooting other things at it in hopes to slow it down. Felix groaned, clinging onto the side and Numbuh 28 in a futile attempt not to fall. "Why didn't you say anything?"

There was a flash of annoyance in Numbuh 28's eyes as he released his G.R.A.P.P.L.E. as it went flying a manically laughing Barrelman (who was clinging onto the side also, having forgotten to put seat belts on his mech), hooking onto the side and pulling both Numbuh 1 and 28 until they were even level with the dastardly villain.

Barrelman took notice almost immediately, "hey, you were supposed to do a barrel roll off!" He exclaimed, another painstaking glance being shared between the two kids as they swung on the line of the grappling hook. Moving back and forth as they inched closer to where Barrelman was hanging. "No, no, I know what you're doing."

Felix rolled his eyes as Numbuh 28 let go of him, the blond pre-teen wrapping his arms around Barrelman, gripping him as he tried to pull the man down. "Let go!" The adult yelled, smashing his foot down on Numbuh 1, though the young man was easily able to grip him and swing onto his back.

"No!" Felix exclaimed, practically attempting to pry the enemy's fingers from his grip, though his hands kept getting swatted away as Barrelman alternated hands and gripping onto the barrel mech. Numbuh glanced down, Ian and Anthony clutching the side for their lives, but making their way slowly up to the top. Numbuh 28 moving down to meet him; that was those three, and since then the K.I.T.T.E. C.A.N.N.O.N. had stopped and Mari had begun using ice scream to throw at the barrel from the top of the tree house. Her screams in Japanese could be heard as they got closer and closer.

The leader of Sector C continued to yell at the Barrelman, a futile fight as they just tried to knock one off. Felix having the advantage of clinging onto the adult enemies back. "Let go erf—" Felix shoved his hand over his mouth, reaching out for his slim and pale fingers, only to be swatted away. "me!"

It was that moment when everything happened at once, the barrel mech reached the top and Mari was screaming as she fired ice cream at the wooden and mechanical mech. Her brown eyes narrowed and dark brows furrowed. "You idiots! Can't even take down this thing!" She yelled when she saw them all hanging around.

"So my root beer float mech has worked, we made it to the top!" Barrelman forgot about the KND, his legs flailing as he laughed manically.

"Uh, dude, the mech didn't float…It climbed…" Ian shouted from below, the mech climbing into the lounge area where the team had assembled minutes before. Mari still shouting at them.

"What." The four boys exchanged a glance, knowing he was disappointed that his pun was just ruined. The mech had since righted itself, Felix now sitting on top of the Barrelman not realizing this could be the easiest victory ever; Numbuh 28, on the other hand, moved so he could hold down the villain. "Hey!"

"Do something you stupid, my god can't you idiots defeat him!?" She shot some ice cream at it some more, making the floor sticky and sweet, melting quickly in the hot California air.

Ian and Anthony ran ahead, trying to find the controls as the mech continued moving forward, ignoring Mari's shots. "How do you stop this thing?" Ian asked, knocking on the wood of the barrel, trying to find some form of secret compartment.

"Haha! It just keeps moving straight!" Everyone looked at each other, before Felix finally spoke up.

"So…you mean it'll just climb back down and continue on its way?" He clarified from on the Barrelman, who continued to struggle from Numbuh 1 and 28's combined weight.

"That's right!"

There was a moment of silence, disbelief, and wondering if the Barrelman was truly just completely like this. Felix grabbed the adult by the collar of his neck, "Numbuh 15, stop shooting and make sure you grab him before he escapes." Motioning to Numbuh 28, he shoved the Barrelman off the mech, who fell in angry ranting of it being "his mech" and "he could totally take them down if he tried".

Numbuh 15 grabbed him, not before kicking the villain in the chest and shooting him with ice cream. "That's for being a—" Her Japanese words were lost on the rest of the team, and Numbuhs 2 and 3 high-fiving as they jumped down.

"Pretty easy," Ian commented, putting his hands on his hips. Blue eyes having a triumphant look as though he had just defeated a Teen Ninja or one of the Delightful Populars from Down the Street; but those are another story to be told.

"Dude, Barrelman is always easy. It's not like he has an army." Anthony retorted, crossing his arms. His wide smirk indicating he was proud, however, like any kid would be after defeating their friend in Call of Duty or some other game.

"I do have an army! My Barrel Army, you'll see! You all will see!" Barrelman laughed manically, causing Sector C to roll their eyes quietly.

"Suuuuuuure." Was all Numbuh 3 had to say, running a hand through his bowled hair. "Can we just throw him out and go get our food already? I still want those donuts."

Looking at each and every one of them, making sure the mech (which had since then continued moving and right out the wall and climbing onto the ground, out of their hair). His blue eyes curious, Ian wanting food, Mari fuming and probably preparing every single Japanese insult towards them, Anthony shrugging like he could care less but Felix knew that he wanted burritos as much as Ian wanted donuts, and Numbuh 28's indifferent look. Numbuh 1 shrugged, "sure, just avoid hitting the house."

A shared grin between Numbuh 2 and 3 as they moved forward to grab the rambling Barrelman's biceps, since the team had begun ignoring what he had to say. "I WILL be your arch nemesis Numbuh 1, one day!" He finally spewed, the kids of Sector C knowing full well he was just trying to hard to be noticed by them.

The two best friends dragged the…nuisance towards where the mech had come through. With devilish smirks, they heaved him through and out the hole. Of course, the Barrel man's "ows!" and "curses!" could be heard as he fell down the abnormally large tree. Leaving just Sector C alone with a mess that probably won't be cleaned until someone trips, or it magically happens by itself. The former never being the case, and thus leaving it to the kids to decide how long they can tolerate the mess.

The Barrelman will be back, they all knew that. No matter how many times the bashed him in the face, threw him out of the tree house, he always returned. It was the logics of cartoons, and was never be questioned—like an abnormally large tree house growing out of an abandoned house, or where kids disappear to or even if they live with their parents. Many questions can be asked, but no answers would be found. That is, unless a shrug explains everything.

After a long pause, and standing around in a circle as a team, Numbuh 28 finally spoke; the reserved one of the group, never really straying out so far from his room since his recruitment in Sector C. "Anyone want those burritos now?" He asked, looking between the two.

There was a chorus of "sures" as they all agreed they were hungry, moving towards where the C.O.O.L.B.U.S. had returned, Numbuh 28 calling it back remotely after leaving it hovering for so long.

"Say bro, why the sudden integration?" Numbuh 1's dirty blond brows were furrowed as he walked beside the other operative, leaving Ian and Anthony to mutter amongst themselves. Mari coming up beside him, her dark eyes curious; with an epitome of anger from the boys leaving her to fend for the base and them getting nothing done.

"What do you mean?" Numbuh 28 asked innocently, smiling lightly with an unusually bright smile. He always claimed it was because some hygene obsessed villain whitened them; but Felix never believed it. Then again, Numbuh 1 also brushes his teeth regularly, though they aren't perfect and he eats an abundance of junk food also.

"You're talking, and want to go out?" He couldn't help but roll his blue eyes, buckling his seat belt in the KND transportation vehicle. Watching as the tech-y guy maneuvered it expertly out of the base when the rest were buckled also. "Numbuh 28 that's rather odd of you—"

"Jordan. My name is also Jordan." Everyone's attention snapped to the operative, Ian and Anthony leaving their own teasing or Mari about butt plugs or something to look his way questioningly. Everyone would assume until he got transferred to a new Sector, he would remain unknown to them and stubborn persist to be called Numbuh 28 all the time. Even on leisure rides like this one. Jordan looked over at them, "what? You thought I wouldn't like you enough to give you my name?" He voiced their thoughts, making them numbly nod.

"Well, you know, Anthony and Ian are idiots." Mari stated defiantly, crossing her arms and glaring at the two.

One scratched his neck shamefully, while the other looked down at the ground. "Sorry man." Anthony said, looking away.

"You passed initiation?" Ian was almost hesitant that Jordan would be mad at them, shiftily moving in his seat in unease. They were al team mates, sure they picked on each other. Made fun of Mari for being a skinny Ron Jeremy, Ian and his hair cut, Felix's accent, Anthony and his poopy eyes. Then Jordan and his, well, right now they weren't sure what to tease him about. Being a shy and new operative in Sector C that was the point to make him fit in.

Jordan laughed quietly, landing the bus. "Thanks. But, let's get some burritos. I'm starving." He was the first one to hop out, the rest of them following.

"And pink frosted sprinkle donuts!" Ian added as he was the last one out, following the crew into the house; Anthony's house to be exact where his mom was making burritos for dinner.

"Mom, I'm home and brought my friends!" Anthony called, ignoring the shouts as his siblings—both aspiring to be Numbuhs of their own one day and join the KND—ran down to badge them into teaching fighting moves. Rolling their eyes, they really wanted to sit down on the couch and play videogames, ignoring the kids who climbed on the back with their hands draped over, constantly asking questions.

"So what did you do today?"

"Did you beat anyone up?"

"Were any adults nasty to you?"

"Did you have to watch an educational video and die?"

Jordan snickered behind his hand, receiving a kind glare from Anthony. "Buzz off!" He turned to them, as the younger kids stumbled out of the room laughing loudly. They were devious, probably up to something. "Geez, they're annoying."

"But you love them anyway." Ian said knowingly, causing the rest of them to smirk. No matter how hard they all tried, Felix couldn't come to hate any of them. They could all be annoying at times, even Numbuh 28, or not wish to get to know him. It was just how they were. He had to learn about them, how Mari enjoys Doctor Who and he needed to relate to her with it. Or Ian and Anthony and their obsession with bursting into songs at the wrong moments.

Felix smiled, turning as a shadow came in the doorway, Mrs. Padilla entering the room. He paused the game, causing Mari to frown with a indignant "hey!"

"Guys! Dinner!"

It wasn't unusual for the team to eat together, whether it be their parents giving them money or convincing them to let them have friends over. Heck, or even just eating at the tree house with what they scrounged up or horded in the fridge. They were family.

G.R.A.P.P.L.E. ;; Grabbing Rapidly Proceeding Pulling Easily