A/N: YES! I finally got this chapter finished! But I really really really doubt I'll be able to finish this story before Christmas with a decent ending...oh, who cares? Not me!

BTW, sorry I couldn't post this earlier, because my parents grounded me...for something pretty stupid. BUT OH WELL. I'm back! Whether you like it or not. :)

So...enjoy! :D

Chapter 2

"Kids Next Door…BATTLE STATIONS! 5!"

"4!"

"3!"

"2!"

There was a pause while everyone waited for Numbuh 1 to finish the countdown, which, of course, he didn't.

"Aw man! I hate it when we do that!" Numbuh 2 exclaimed in frustration.

"Alright, you can take off now," Numbuh 5 said, ignoring his comment.

"Roger that." The S.T.A.R.W.R.E.C.K. (A/N: From Operation S.P.A.C.E.) flew out of the hangar and passed the atmosphere in no time.

"By the way, Numbuh 2, how'd you find out the coordinates for the GKND anyway?" Numbuh 5 asked as they flew past the Moonbase.

Numbuh 2 just coughed and looked at his shoes.

"It was easy!" Numbuh 4 said proudly, cracking his knuckles. "I just gave that dorky-looking kid with the glasses a couple of wedgies."

"You forced it out of Numbuh 71.562?"

"Well, it was how Numbuh 362 found out about the place!" Numbuh 2 protested.

"Oh, look! Pizza! Can we get some?" Numbuh 3 interrupted, pointing ahead.

"Wha?" Everyone turned to look in the direction she was pointing. A large ship that looked like a pizza delivery truck, except with turbines instead of wheels, hovered in front of them. (A/N: Kinda like those flying ice cream trucks from Operation C.A.K.E.D.-F.I.V.E., except a pizza truck instead of ice cream.)

"That's a teenage aircraft!" Numbuh 5 gasped. "They must have followed us here!" She turned to her team.

"Numbuh 4, ready the weapons! Numbuh 2, evasive action! Numbuh 3—AGH!"

A missile from the teens' spaceship blasted a hole behind Numbuh 5's chair into the S.T.A.R.W.R.E.C.K. Right after, the lights went out. "The missile hit our electricity main!" Numbuh 2 called out. "Weapons are down, but the engine's still at full power!"

"Numbuh 2, activate the backup generator. Whoa!" Numbuh 5 yelled, diving out of the way of a mechanical arm that had extended from the teenagers' aircraft. One of the two arms grabbed Numbuh 3 just as Numbuh 2 hit the on button on the backup generator.

"Got it!" he yelled, before being snatched up by the other robotic arm.

"Numbuh 3!" Numbuh 4 yelled at the same time Numbuh 5 shouted, "Numbuh 2!"

Numbuh 5 grabbed her space helmet. "Numbuh 4, you stay here and steer the ship. I'll go after Numbuhs 2 and 3," she said, clipping the safety cable onto her belt.

"But I don't know how to fly this—"

"JUST DO IT!" Numbuh 5 jumped out, using fire extinguishers to propel her towards the teens' ship.

Numbuh 4 quickly obliged by jumping into the pilot's seat.

"Hey, this is kinda like a videoga—AGH!" Numbuh 4 swerved madly to the right to avoid another teenager's spaceship.

Then he heard the sound of something snapping. "Wha?" Numbuh 4 turned around to see Numbuh 5's safety cable break. He grabbed the rope just in time and reeled Numbuh 5 back in. Numbuhs 2 and 3 were also gripping onto the rope.

"That was a close one," Numbuh 2 panted.

"It's too early to celebrate!" Numbuh 5 pointed in front of them, and the team realized they were on a collision course with Uranus!

Numbuh 2 chuckled. "I always thought that planet had a funny name."

"Will you shut up and steer?" Numbuh exclaimed, shoving him towards the pilot's chair.

Numbuh 2 yanked a lever, and the whole ship jetted upwards, narrowly avoiding the planet.

"Alright, positions, people!" Numbuh 5 yelled, leaping back into her seat. Finally, Sector V managed to fight off the teens.

"Great. We're not even at the GKND base yet and our ship is half destroyed," Numbuh 2 grumbled, leaning back in his chair.

"What's that?" Numbuh 3 asked randomly. Everyone turned to look ahead.

Numbuh 5 squinted. "It looks like…a floating gas station?"

Meanwhile…

"I should've taken more fuel," Numbuh 362 muttered out loud. Suddenly, there was a beeping noise, and a blinking red dot appeared on her radar.

"Yes! The Galactic Kids Next Door base!" But before she could celebrate, there was another beeping noise, louder this time. Her fuel meter was almost at zero!

Numbuh 362 groaned. "Where's that stupid base?" As if to answer her question, a planet suddenly came into view, with a spectacular sight on top.

The GKND base was built on a tree that was similar to the tree on the moon, but instead of being red, this tree was a silvery blue. Unlike the Moonbase, being built out of random aircraft and buildings, neat cube-shaped metal rooms were connected with floating stairs. (A/N: Like the floating steps Numbuh Infinity used in Operation T.R.E.A.T.Y.)

Numbuh 362 was so busy gaping at the Treehouse that she almost forgot she was supposed to be panicking. Frantically, she searched for a hangar and settled on a part of the base that looked like an oversized garage.

When she landed, her S.K.I.D.O.O.D. immediately dropped down. She stepped down from it and looked around. In front of her, the "garage" stretched on a little longer and at the end was a big opening. Numbuh 362 took a step forward, when a weird object suddenly whizzed at her. It looked like a cardboard box with a face on it. A propeller stuck out from the top.

The box said in a feminine robotic voice, "Welcome to the Galactic Kids Next Door base. Checking identification…" The cardboard box rotated so that the side with the face on it was facing away from Numbuh 362. On the side that was facing her was a slot. The slot shot out a flat green lazer, and it scanned Numbuh 362.

"Numbuh 362, Supreme Leader of the Kids Next Door on the planet Earth. Welcome. I am Numbuh 2x², from the planet Siliko. How may I assist you?"

"Um…I'm looking for Numbuh 1," Numbuh 362 replied, though her statement sounded more like a question.

"Numbuh 1, the human representative for the Galactic Kids Next Door? Of course. Step right this way."

Though she was still a bit weirded out, Numbuh 362 followed Numbuh 2x² towards the opening at the end of the hangar.

Meanwhile... (again, at the other side of the GKND base)

Numbuh 74.239 burst through the automatic sliding door of Numbuh 1's room. "Numbuh 1! I've got great news!"

Numbuh 1, who was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling, looked up. "Yeah?"

"You've been assigned to Sector XQR!" (A/N: Couldn't think of any other sector name, lol)

After a pause, Numbuh 1 replied in a monotone, "That's almost exactly what Cree said to me when I was assigned to Sector V."

"You're homesick, aren't you…" Numbuh 74.239 sat down on a chair near Numbuh 1's bed. "Cheer up! I bet that you'll have as much fun in this sector as you did in Sector V!"

"I doubt it." Numbuh 1 sat up on his bed. "But I guess I'll have to meet my new teammates anyway…"

Numbuh 74.239 stood up. "That's the spirit!" he exclaimed, even though it kind of wasn't. "Come on, you're going to get to see one of the coolest Treehouses in the whole galaxy! It's on planet Triopolis, by the way." (A/N: Pronounced tri-opolis.) The two walked out the door, but as they did, two photos slipped out of Numbuh 1's back pocket. One was a picture of Sector V, including Numbuh 1, and the other was a picture of a very familiar Supreme Leader…

-Transmission Interrupted-

A/N: Yeah...the first part with Sector V is kinda just filler stuff...oh well. Don't care.

:O Numbuh 1's emo! Why do I always make people emo? *shrug*