Link has been reestablished. Now Resuming Transmission.

"So lemme get this straight," Abby said to Nigel as the group ran for their lives. "You brought us to the Super Bowl while Father was watching the game in the stands?"

"It's not like he sent a written invitation, how was I to know?" Nigel snapped, looking ahead trying to think of a plan on the fly. "We've got to get back to the booth and launch our broadcast or else we risk losing our window of opportunity."

"I say we take the opportunity to get out of here while we still can!" Hoagie shouted, losing his breath as he felt like they were running in circles. He looked around the hall, not recognizing any of the signs or doorways. "We can't do it without the ship's power anyway; where the heck did we park?"

Kuki looked around, then pointed excitedly to the light at the end of the current tunnel. "I remember! It's straight ahead!"

"We're not done yet," Nigel said as they exited the tunnel. They were greeted to an array of blinding lights, and Nigel held his shades steady while the others shielded their eyes. "We just need to turn on the generators then get back to-"

He was cut off by a thundering roar that caused the four to stop dead in their tracks. Sector V huddled close behind their leader as they took in their surroundings. Before them sat millions upon millions of football fans packed into the stadium, their illegible cheers and shouts jumbled together into one vacuum of constant white noise in the children's ears. The field was massive, and completely empty apart from themselves. Off to the side were Denver Buckaroos doing light drills and going over field plays, while the Carolina Leopards sat on their hunches waiting to get back into the action.

Sector V looked up to the skies, seeing the massive scoreboard screen in the center. Above it flew a blimp, too many sponsor signs to count hanging from its lines. The kids stood there, flabbergasted at what they had walked into, a bit of stage fright seeping in as their images became plastered over every screen in the stadium and no doubt a gazillion more in homes across the nation.

Abby scooted a bit closer to Nigel, leaning her head in to whisper, "Numbuh 5's starting to think that this ain't where we parked."

Hoagie, however, seemed to be taking it in stride as he waved his hands towards the cameras. "Look ma, I'm on TV!"

Somewhere on the other side of the country, Betty gushed to her stunned guests that her son was the very first Gilligan to ever make it to the Super Bowl.

"Ooopsie-daisy," Kuki tried to laugh off. "I think it was the other way."

Nigel slapped a palm to his face, dragging it down slowly. "You win, Numbuh 2. Let's find Numbuh 4, get back to the ship, and-"

Before he could finish, a massive fireball descended upon them, and they barely managed to jump out of the way. The ball exploded, the force sending the kids across the field to land in a groaning dog-pile. They regained their footing, and looked up to see Father hovering down in front of them.

"Consider that first down," Father said as he veered at his archenemies. "I hope you kids enjoyed your fifteen minutes of fame, because it just so happens that they were also the last fifteen minutes of your miserable little lives!"

Sector V turned to escape the man, only to stop to find the Delightful Children standing in their ways, blasters cocked and aimed at each of their heads. The five chuckled collectively as they moved closer as a predator would to a cornered prey.

"What's the hurry, Kids Next Done For?" they grinned, Sector V forced to take a few steps back as they advanced. "You're just in time for the half-time show."

"Half-time show?"

"Of course! This year's headlining act shall be the Utter Humiliation and Destruction of Sector V, performed by yours truly." They laughed, cherishing every last second of Nigel and his team's dread. "And here we thought today would be dull."

"Ladies and gentlemen, good evening and welcome back to this year's Super Bowl," Nick announced from above, settling well into his persona as he relayed events happening below. "I'm Nick."

"And I'm Chip," the other boy said, "and due to some unfortunate sticky events, we'll be covering the rest of the game. And what a game it's turned out to be, Nick."

"Right you are, Chip. Right you are. Every year, children near and far are forced to watch the Super Bowl with their parents and miss out on video games and cartoons. This year, however, those lovable delinquents of Sector V have taken the field and have completely turned years of football tradition on its head."

Chip nodded, adjusting his glasses his he looked on. "They had a strong start, but it seems Father and his Delightful Children have gone on the offensive and has Sector V pinned on a thirty-yard line. It's not looking good for them, Nick."

"Correct-a-mundo, my friend. Sector V is cornered, defenseless, and also seems to be down a member."

"Hit the nail right on the head, Nick. We have no idea where Numbuh 4 is, but one thing for certain is that if he doesn't show up and do something soon, his team is done for."

Far below the booth, having finally stopped his rolling, tumbling, and flying lay poor Wally. The noise of the crowds and action roused the boy, and with a groan, he slowly got to his feet.

"What happened?" he said as he rubbed his noggin. He felt as if he got ran over by a truck carrying a buhmillion tons of math textbooks. He looked around, his memory coming back to him, and he found that he had dropped quite a ways from the commentator booth, having somehow ended up down the lower levels where he started from in the first place.

The boy grumbled, not believing how cruddy his luck turned all of a sudden. Shaking his head, he looked up to the board, hoping to catch a replay of all the action he missed. He then balked upon recognizing his friends taking up the whole of the field on the big screen.

"Hey, that's not fair," he whined, feeling more than a bit jealous as he turned to look at the field. "How come they get to be in the Super bowl and I'm stuck up here doing…oh no!"

Wally saw Father and the Delightfuls flanking his friends on both sides. His hands dug through his hair, forcing his brain to come up with some way to save them. The blond was practically begging for an idea when his eyes landed on the football. He then snapped to the teams on the field, and he picked up the ball and began running towards the end of the stands.

He sure hoped this worked.

Wally hopped up on the railing, grinding down and picking up speed as he neared his friends. He leaped off the end, flying through over the crowd of his own accord as he reared his arm back and sucked in a mass load of air.

"FUMBLE!" His shriek pierced the air, the nearest team perking up on instinct. Wally then chucked the football straight towards Father before rolling on the field.

Father frowned, turning his head to the voice in confusion. "Fumble? Whoa!" His hands sprang up, catching the ball as it was nearly an inch from his nose. He then growled, reducing the ball to smoldering ash as he scanned the field. "Who threw that?"

"Fumble!"

Father visibly shrank as a shadow enveloped him, looking up to see a cloud of Denver Buckaroos coming in fast. He barely managed to scream as the horde tackled him, burying him under hundreds of pounds worth of muscle and facial hair.

The Delightfuls didn't know what to think as the watched their Father go down. Their confusion would be their undoing, as Wally barreled through them, head-first, and sent them into the air as he ran to join his friends.

"Numbuh 4!" Nigel greeted as Wally made his way back to him. He was about to praise the lad, but his gratitude was overshadowed when he recalled the boy's earlier negligence. "What on Earth do you think you're doing?"

"Saving your butts, what does it look like?" Wally fussed. "Normal people would say thanks, ya know!"

"There wouldn't be any need for saving at all if you had just followed orders," Nigel said. "You were supposed to wait for my signal to turn on the COOLBUS generators!"

"And miss out on the super bowl? As if," the boy scoffed. "There weren't no way I was gonna miss this, so I went ahead and turned 'em on soon after you all left."

Nigel faltered at that. "You what."

"I turned them on after you left."

"You were supposed to wait for my signal."

"Why?"

"Why? I'll tell you why," Nigel started, then lost his fire as his mind went blank. Suddenly the others began staring at him, and he fiddled his hands as he became a tad flustered all of a sudden. "B-Because…uh, it would've been cool…?"

Abby's head fell back, cursing her leader's need for dramatic effect twenty-four seven. "Nigel…"

"Get. Off. OF. ME!" Father raged, using tremendous force to push the Buckaroos away. His form was disheveled, eyes twitching as he started to see red. "YOU-"

"Bunch of idiots!" a grizzly voice interrupted, and Father turned to see the coach of the Buckaroos marching up to grill his players. "That was the poorest excuse of a tackle I've seen in my life! What do you think this is, some junior high game? This the big leagues, fellas, so I suggest you-"

"SHUT UP!"

Father kicked the coach into orbit, a smoking trail following behind the man as he disappeared. The adult bent over, picking up the coach's fallen Denver Buckaroo hat and whistle. The evil adult then turned to the players, and gave a sharp tweet.

"Listen up, meat bags," Father rattled off. He snapped his fingers, and Delightfuls strolled in, bringing a chalkboard with them. The five then went about drawing various x's and o's as Father relayed his game winning strategy. "You're gonna go in there, and you're gonna go in hard! I wanna see ferocity, I wanna see violence. I wanna see you all acting as if it's every man for himself!"

One player rose his hand. "What about teamwork?"

"To heck with teamwork, it's all about capitalism!"

"I don't get it."

"Unless you want your funding to drop faster than the DOW Jones and NASDAQ you're gonna get out there, get me that case, and demolish those brats in every sense of the word! Get it now?"

"Isn't that a little cruel? I mean, they're just kids-AAH!"

Father blew the man away with a stroke of his hand, the poor man crashing into the nearby camera crew. He turned to the rest of the team. "Anyone else have any moral objections they wish to share?"

They all blinked, then howled as they stormed the field towards Sector V.

"That's what I thought."

"We finally to see those brats pulverized into the dirt." Father looked down, seeing his Delightful Children rubbing their hands together gleefully. "You were right Father; this sport is most interesting."

"Glad you see it my way, children. Now get out there."

"Huh?" They looked up, reluctant to the sully themselves with such brutality. "But why?"

"It builds character, now get!" he said, pointing a stern finger towards the field. Father watched them go, an exhausted sigh escaping his lips. "Lord knows they need to get outside more…hey, you! Hold it right there!"

Father walked up to the man he called out, sizing him up. "You're Clayton Fanning, right?"

"Uh," the man hesitated, not sure if he was about to end up like his teammate. "Yeah…"

"Hi! I'm Father, and let me just say it's an honor to meet you," he greeted, excitedly shaking the athlete's hand. He then fiddled in his pants as he pulled a pen from the dark recesses of his pocket protector. "I know you must get this all the time, but could you please sign this for me?"

"…sure, why not," Clayton agreed, awkwardly taking the pair of boxers Father passed to him. Like he was about to say know to a pyromaniac. After he signed the tag, his eyes narrowed as the pattern looked strangely familiar. "Wait a minute…is this MY underwear?"

"Still counts," Father said quickly as he yanked the articles from the man's hand. His aura then crackled and he pointed towards the field menacingly. "NOW MOVE IT!" Clayton took off, leaving Father to ogle at the latest addition to his Fanning collection. "Such a nice guy."

"-you could have at least answered when I called you!"

"Have you been in the stands?" Wally asked, quite tired of Nigel yammering on about what he did wrong. "I can hardly hear myself think!"

"Forget it," Nigel gave up, mind adjusting to the information he had just received. "If the generators are on, that just means we have to get back to the control room. Alright gang, let's move out." He felt a tap on his shoulder, and looked to see Abby trying to get his attention. "What?"

Abby pointed across the field, and that's when Nigel noticed the Delightful Children closing in on them, backed up by a stampede of Denver Buckaroos. After it sunk in, the five children yelled as they ran in the opposite direction, being chased down the length of the field by their enemies.

Meanwhile, in the Leopard section of the stands down in the first row, a furious Mr. Boss fumed in his jersey as he noticed the Kids Next Door running across the field as if they owned the place.

"Of course those brats would try to ruin the game!" he growled, hands clenching around his drink. He then blinked, noticing at how no matter which way they ran, the Buckaroos followed them. He also noticed near the front were five more well-dressed children he would recognize from anywhere.

Mr. Boss looked over to the Buckaroos' section, eyes popping out of his skull as he noted Father commanding the team.

That no good cheater!

"He's trying to rig the game!" was the only possible conclusion the man could come up with. He mused to himself for a moment, looking between Sector V and the Buckaroos. From the looks of things, this would be the perfect chance to see those brats get what they deserved.

On the other hand, if the Buckaroos somehow won because of that, he would lose his bet to Father.

"Eh, why not. Hey coach!" he called out, catching the attention of the Carolina Leopards' head coach. "You tell your boys to make sure those KND brats win no matter what, you hear me?"

The man simply threw his hands in the hair. "Sure! This game stopped making sense ages ago anyway." He turned to blow his whistle, directing his team to the field. "You heard 'em boys!"

"Numbuh 1," Kuki called out, holding the VIDEOTAPE close as they ran. "What are we gonna do?"

Nigel looked back, the Delightfuls and Buckaroos gaining fast. Before he could even pose an idea, they looked ahead to the see the Leopards coming in from the other end. They stopped and ducked, thinking it was all over, but were thoroughly surprised to see the team swerving around them and tackling any Buckaroos they came across.

Hoagie slowly stood, never happier to see a bunch of football players in his life. "Well how about that. Guess you were rooting for the right team, Numbuh 4."

Wally smirking, puffing out his chest to show off his Leopards jersey. "Told ya they were cool."

"We're still in the game, team," Nigel proclaimed, pointing for the far end of the stadium. "Let's finish this!"

"And it seems Sector V has made one heck of a comeback," Nick said from the booth above, watching as the five dove into the fray. "Let's adjust the scoreboard for those watching at home, shall we?"

Above the stadium, the glowing letters reading Leopards and Buckaroos changed into Sector V and Doo-doo-head. A fireball suddenly collided into the board, and the Doo-doo-head was hastily changed to Father as the man himself laughed triumphantly below.

"The Buckaroos are advancing on Numbuh 2, but it appears the Leopards quarterback just saved his bacon."

"Now isn't this a sight to see, Chip. Numbuh 5's broke from formation and is going straight after the Buckaroos' running back-oooh that has GOT to hurt."

"Don't think anyone will be messing with her after that, Nick," Chip nodded along. "Wait a second; it seems like one of the Buckaroos swiped away whatever Numbuh 3 was holding."

"Give it back, stealer-mc-stealer pants!" Kuki scolded as she chased after the adult. She bobbed and weaved around the men charging around her, them tumbling all over themselves trying to catch her. The girl bounced on one of them, springing into the air with a flip and snatching the VIDEOTAPE back from the Buckaroos' hands.

"Yay! I got it!" Kuki cheered, so caught up in her victory she didn't notice one of the Leopards catching her in mid-air. The man held her high, running past players left and right as he carried her across the field. He yelped, tossing Kuki away as a gaggle of Buckaroos pinned him to the ground, the girl giggling as she sailed through the air, oblivious to what just happened.

"Sure hope Numbuh 3 appreciates that sacrifice, Nick. Looks like poor Ol'Donnel is out for the season after that one."

"Well, the season technically ends tonight, Chip, so I really don't care," Nick relayed as the moment was replayed across the screens. "Looks like Numbuh 1 is in trouble, but here comes Numbuh 4 to the rescue. The two have locked hands and seemed to be pulling off some super, ninja type judo combo move."

"And the Buckaroos are going down like flies! Is that even legal in football, Nick?"

"Probably not, but it makes for great television."

Below, while Nigel and Wally joined together to form a whirlwind of pain and butt-kicking, Hoagie slid in between the legs of the Buckaroos' quarterback, swinging his arms out and knocking the man off his legs. He scrambled to his feet, grinning when he saw the in-zone within range. Just needed to climb over the railing, get up to the booth, and he was home free.

He turned around, waving his arms as he had clear sight of Kuki. "Numbuh 3! I'm open, I'm open!"

The VIDEOTAPE case whizzed through the air, Hoagie's hands outstretched the catch it. "I got it, I got it!"

"No!" Suddenly he was pushed out of the way, the Delightfuls sneaking up from behind and catching the case. They slowed to a cocky jog, making their way towards Father and holding the case high for all to see. "WE got it!"

They blinked, the ground underneath them rumbling, and they looked back to see the Leopards closing in a full steam. They scrambled to escape, but they were too late.

"Ooooooh," Nick and Chip winced as the Leopards trampled over the children, the five twitching in agony on the ground. "Now that was most un-Delightful."

"You can say that again, Nick. Looks like they're taking themselves out of the game."

Father frowned as the Delightfuls limped towards him. Their clothes were in tatters, boot prints all over their bodies, and their heads hung low in shame as they addressed him.

"We're sorry, Father," they said brokenly, too beat and exhausted to even bother with speaking in unison. "We didn't get it."

Father closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose as he sighed. He then reached into his pocket, pulling out his wallet and handing the children a decent amount of money.

"Wash yourselves off, get something to eat, and wait in the car," he grumbled. They slowly nodded, limping away in pain as the man shook his head. "Don't forget to put on your seatbelts!"

He turned his attention to the field, his coach hat burning away as red hot fury burned in his veins. He settled his gaze on Sector V across the way, and growled as he levitated into the air. "If you want something done right…"

"Don't know about you guys," Abby said as she rejoined the group, wiping away a bead of sweat with her cap, "but Numbuh 5 thinks we're kicking some major butt!"

"Ya got that right," Hoagie agreed, Wally helping him along as he was still recovering from the Delightful's feint. "Guess you could say they dropped the ball, ha ha ha-ah ahhh," he wheezed, holding his sides. "Hurts to laugh."

Nigel nodded as they all huddled together. He caught something out of the corner of his eyes, and he looked upwards. The boy then glared ahead, directing his friends' attention to the man floating above them in the middle of the field.

"Seems like I'm making quite the bad habit out of underestimating you kids," Father roared as he raised his hands into the air. Blots and blobs of shadows flew from his suit, rising high into the air and creating copies of himself. They kept multiplying and multiplying until they nearly blotted out the stadium lights themselves.

He looked down on the kids, a displaying a frighteningly visible grin as his copies caught on fire.

"Let's see how you handle some INCLEMENT WEATHER!" He brought his hands down, the Father-clones diving towards the field in a flaming rain storm, exploding on impact and sending everyone into disarray.

All present screamed and took cover as Fathers rained down upon them, the Buckaroos and Leopards running wild across the field to avoid getting hit. For their part, Sector V stayed in constant motion, running back to take shelter in the gates leading back in the stadium.

In the commentator booth, Nick and Chip reached underneath their desk and pulled out a set of umbrellas. "Well, Nick, it seems like that for the first time in sports history it's raining evil, flaming, adult men."

"Hallelujah indeed, Chip."

"We're running out of time," Nigel fretted as he watched the clock on the scoreboard. "Viewership peaks at half-time. If we don't act now, he's won!"

"Oh! Oh oh oh, pick me! Pick me!" Kuki said, jumping up and down. "I have an idea, we'll use this!" she said, proudly extending her foam finger she had held onto all this time.

"Numbuh 3, I fail to see how that's going to beat Father," Nigel remarked dryly.

"It's not JUST a foam finger, silly." She leaned in close, whispering something into his ear. Nigel frowned at first, but his expression morphed to one of surprise by the time she finished explaining.

"Really?"

Kuki nodded.

"Well, that certainly changes things." Nigel then motioned for them to huddle close together, locking arms as they leaned into their circle. "All team, here's the plan…"

"Hiding is very unsportsmanlike of you, kids," Father raged, never letting up in his volley. He fired wildly at the field, blasting everything and everyone he could. If he had to torch the entire stadium to roast those little heathens, then he certainly wouldn't shed any tears. "Don't make me come down there and penalize you!"

Suddenly out from the gates, the five children ran back out into the field, facing the man down defiantly. "Give it your best shot, old man!"

Father rose his hands again, his remaining clones halting and rushing back to collect above his head. A massive ebony sphere amassed above him before igniting in into a burning nova. "ANY LAST WORDS!?"

"Just five," Nigel grinned, pumping his fists into the air. "Kids Next Door, BATTLE STATIONS!"

Hoagie and Wally took off as Nigel and Kuki cupped their hands together. Abby stepped up, and they vaulted her into the air towards the field goal-post. The girl twirled within the air, firing two strings of mozzarella against the metal poles. She came down on the other side, locking her blasters in place as Nigel and Kuki grabbed her by her ankles. They pulled her back, the cheese strings extending with her. Once she was out far enough, Abby nodded.

"Five!"

Nigel and Kuki released Abby, the girl being slingshot into the air. She flipped mid-air, feet first as she shot her blasters at Father. The man had no time to react, taking a barrage of hitd, his massive fireball ball dissipating as he lost concentration. Abby then collided with the man, hitting him like a kid-missile and sending him falling.

Wally positioned himself on the ground; hands down and knees back as he watched Father fall from the sky. He then took off, rushing to Father's point of impact. Right before the man hit the dirt, Wally hiked his leg back.

"Four!"

Father saw stars as Wally kicked him, sending him bouncing and skidding across the ground. The world around him spun like crazy until he jerked to a stop. He blinked, then wheezed as someone captured him in bone crushing hug. Literally.

"Three!"

Kuki smiled warmly as she squeezed Father. The man squirmed, but she ignored it as she began spinning around. After a moment, they became a wild, green and black tornado until finally, Kuki let go and tossed the man towards Nigel.

As soon as Kuki released Father, Hoagie went to work. He held up the girl's foamy limb, using his hand to pull at the extruding finger. With a hiss, the finger extended, and Hoagie's hands moved like lightening as he tinkered with the item. As he manually operated on the glove, it grew, extended, and hardened until finally, he was no longer holding some small glove, but some enormous rocket powered two-by-four weapon.

Kids Next Door: F.O.A.M.-F.I.N.G.E.R.

Foamy. Oblong. Action. Mitt. – Forms. Into. Neat. Gihugic. Exploding. Racket.

"Two!"

Hoagie tossed the large, one-use weapon to his leader, then ran for the hills as Nigel caught the finger and stood in a batter's stance. His thumb flicked the switch, the weapon glowing as the microwave-rockets at the end of the finger hummed on.

Nigel steadied himself, Father coming in closer and closer. The boy then smiled, gripping the handle tightly, and winding up for one good swing.

"One."

BAP!

BOOOM!

The FOAM-FINGER smacked against Father, exploding upon impact. Nigel was sent back, and Father was propelled into the air. The man screamed as he soared over head, gaining more and more altitude until finally disappearing into the horizon. The stadium was dead quite before erupting into a round of cheers and applause.

In the commentator's booth, Nick and Chip hopped from their seats, jumping up and down as they reveled in the Kids Next Door's victory.

"Sector V wins! Sector V wins!" Nick cheered. "Which means the Carolina Leopards beat the Denver Buckaroos twenty gazillion to twenty-four! The Leopards win the super bowl!"

Chip stopped, then looked at his friend oddly. "Um, Nick? It's not even half-time, and we've got two more quarters of the actual game to go. Besides, I'm pretty sure everything that happened was SUPER against the rules and won't count towards the final score."

"The Leopards have done the impossible and this game will go down in football history for sure!"

"You're not listening to me at all, are you?"

Down below, Nigel lay flat against the ground, bits of foam slowly falling down around him. He groaned, finding himself being lifted upwards. He opened his eyes to see three pairs of concerned ones starting back at him.

Abby was the first to speak. "You alright, Numbuh 1?"

"I'll be fine," he weakly grinned. "Besides, I always did prefer baseball to soccer."

Abby gave him a long hard look.

"I-I mean…football."

"Now was that so hard?"

Nigel rolled his eyes as he made to stand. "No time to celebrate. We have to launch the broadcast before it's too late."

"Relax, chief," Hoagie pacified as he jerked a thumb towards the commentator's booth. "You were out for a good minute, so Numbuh 4 went up to plug us in. Figured it was the least he could do considering what all happened."

"Hey, what are you doing up here?"

The three looked up as Chip's voice rang out over the stadium, followed by a familiar one they knew all too well.

"Outta my way! KND coming in loud and clear!"

After a moment, the screen fizzled out, and Kuki vibrated with excitement, ecstatic that her masterpiece would finally be revealed to the world. They all waited in anticipation as the commercial began playing.

Rainbow Monkeys, Rainbow Monkeys,

Oh so very round, and super chunky!

Bringing love wherever they go,

Everyone's made of a big rainbow!

Everyone but Kuki frowned as the cheery music filled the stadium. Nigel frowned, looking up at Kuki with an annoyed look. "Numbuh 3, I told you to make a commercial for the Kids Next Door."

"I did! Just wait, here comes the best part!

They're cute and awesome,

Unlike adults; they're uncool!

Rainbow Monkeys, Rainbow Monkeys,

And Kids Next Door Rule!

Hoagie scratched his chin, not sure how to respond. "That seemed more like a push for rainbow monkeys than fighting adult tyranny."

Kuki's lip trembled, tears welling in her eyes. "You mean you guys don't like it?"

Nigel was about to answer, but rethought his statement upon seeing Kuki's face. The commercial replayed, and he sighed and offered the girl a soft smile. "It's perfectly fine, Numbuh 3. It wasn't how I quite imagined it would be, but I think I like this one the best out of all the super bowl commercials I've seen."

Abby smirked. "This is the only commercial you like, boss."

"Oh be quiet," Nigel shushed as he dusted off his sweater. After adjusting his shades, he clasped his hands behind his back and strolled off the field. "Mission accomplished. Let's go collect Numbuh 4 and go watch some REAL television."

"Numbuh 5 ain't gonna say no to that."

Above them in the booth, Wally groaned as he banged his head against the desk. Of course Kuki would pull something like this. Why was he so surprised?

Nick and Chip had scattered as soon as he told them off, and he was becoming quite bored of being by himself. Figuring his work was done, he kicked off the stool, stuffed his hands in his pouch, and waltzed out of the room, completely ignoring Nate and Chuck, whom were still stuck to the floor and wall.

The Super Bowl would later conclude, the actual team taking victory, though the kids didn't care to find out which one. There were so much more interesting things to do, like play video games, or find out if Long Lost Cousin Rainbow Monkey was still alive on the Rainbow Monkey Soap Opera Drama Hour.

Speaking of rainbow monkeys, Kuki's commercial was successful, though not entirely in a way Nigel expected. Interest in the Kids Next Door saw a slight bump in numbers, though whether it was just a good year or the commercial was actually effective none could say for sure.

The Rainbow Monkey Corporation, however, saw a gihugic increase in sales through the fiscal year, and after tracking down the ones responsible, they offered Kuki a choice; a royalty check for a five hundred buhzillion dollars, or a life-time supply of Rainbow Munchies cereal along with a Super Bowl Star Rainbow Monkey.

Kuki of course, choose the latter. While Sector V was disappointed that they weren't filthy rich, they took solace in the fact the girl was willing to share the cereal.

Only for Nigel to begin plotting a plan against the corporation later once they went through the lifetime supply within the first two weeks. Apparently, their definitions on lifetime differed slightly.

All in all, business as usual for the Kids Next Door.

As for Father, the man went strangely quiet after the super bowl. Some guessed maybe he was licking his wounds after such a major defeat, as it was broadcast world-wide and his reputation would never fully recover. Until shot off a few fireballs, that is.

No. The real reason Father wasn't heard from for a while was because he was too occupied with an ongoing lawsuit with the Environmental Protection Agency, who were indeed watching the super bowl that day. As the man went in and out of courts, bribing and trying to pay off officials while making sure he didn't run himself bankrupt, only one thought came to mind that could sum up his reflection on his entire ordeal:

Screw the EPA.

-/-/-/-/-

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