DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN CODENAME: KIDS NEXT DOOR

A/N: Aaand we're back! I just wanna make a quick note: this story is very much relevant to future stories in the series. It's OK that you don't understand how yet. ;)

Anywho, a quick sidenote: guys don't have slumber parties or sleepovers, though; those are girl things. We stay up all night playing video games and eating junk food until we crash. You can call it whatever you want.

Thanks to fictionlover94, numbuh 1x1, OperativeKND-Barry14, and catspats13 for your reviews. I'm glad y'all didn't think my opener sucked. lol

I got nothin' else, so let's see what the guys are up to, aye?

CHAPTER 2: THE GUYS' NIGHT IN

(Also known as, "Guys' Night Playing Video Games And Eating Junk Food Until They Pass Out… Night")

"Move, move, move!"

The dozen or so recruits army crawled across the icy floor of the KND Arctic Training Base's Combat Training Arena, each trying to keep ahead of the kid next to them. No one wanted to finish last, lest the towering Numbuh 60 get his hands on them for being slowest. He wasn't the cruel, terrifying bully Numbuh 86 was, but rumor had it that if you got on his bad side, he was much, much worse. Naturally, no one wanted to find out.

"I said mooove! Keep your heads down! In case you need any help with that, I've got a couplea friends here with some motivation!"

The drill sergeant named Patton Drilovsky nodded to Hoagie and Wally next to him. The two exchanged menacing grins, and got to work unleashing live ammunition mere inches above the recruits' heads.

Patton continued. "To be specific, 5,000 rounds of relish-flavored motivation, each! If you don't keep your head down, you're gonna get served up like a hotdog at a ball game on hot summer's day! Now mooove!"

A little while later, a wave of recruits flooded into the frozen hallway, followed by the three veteran operatives. The trio headed in the opposite direction.

"Thanks for assisting with the training, you two," Patton said. "Coulda done it myself, of course, but help is always appreciated. Not to mention, having Sector V interact with the recruits like that is a good way to keep them motivated. You are the most widely known Sector in the KND, after all."

"No problem," Hoagie said, literally waving off the kind words with his hand.

"Seriously. We were here anyway," Wally said, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Brought in that Midwestern Mom lady to lock up over in the prison. We needed somethin' to do while Numbuh 1 dealt with 'er."

Patton chuckled. "That's the sixth adult your Sector's brought in in the last two weeks. Been working hard to keep that impressive track record, huh?"

"You know it!" Hoagie heaved in a deep breath and let out an exaggeratedly worn-out-sounding sigh. "It's tough, but someone's gotta be the best."

"Yup, and that's why I do what I do. And tonight, what I'm gonna be doin' is kickin' your sorry behind in some video games!"

"Oh, puh-lease, Numbuh 4! You never win against me! Or anyone, really. Not even Numbuh 3."

"Hey! Anyone can have a lucky game, alright?"

"Sure. Especially when they play against their cruuush!"

The three boys entered the hangar. Wally threw his arms in the air and opened his mouth to retort, but was cut off by a British-accented voice. "Ah, there you are! Where were you guys?"

Patton immediately stepped up to Nigel. "They were assisting me with training the recruits, Numbuh 1. Any tardiness is entirely my fault."

Nigel smiled. "No worries, Numbuh 60. I just wanted to make sure they weren't getting themselves into trouble before tonight."

"Don't worry, Numbuh 1," Hoagie said nonchalantly, taking his spot next to Patton. "No way are we risking anything that could get in the way of tonight."

Wally chimed in. "Besides, we're already down a player. Numbuh 35's parents decided to spring a surprise campin' trip on him? Some cruddy surprise, if you ask me…"

"So we're not gonna be able to play two on two," Hoagie continued. "But worse, it means we won't have enough people to beat that Zombie Conqueror campaign like we'd planned. It just can't be done without a fourth player!"

Nigel planted his hands on his hips. "And why not? I know I'm not the strongest player, but there's no reason the three of us can't handle the undead horde by ourselves!"

"Uh, yeah, on Easy! But we were gonna try to beat it on Stupid Difficult, remember?"

"So? How difficult could it really be? And don't say, 'stupid difficult'."

Patton chuckled. "It spawns four times as many enemies with three times as much health, aaand the special zombies become immune to certain things! If you go in not expecting a challenge, you're gonna be a nice spaghetti dinner before you can even pass the apartment level!"

The three Sector V boys stared at him. He smirked at their astonishment. "What? Did you think this boy didn't like video games too? This job ain't the only thing in my life, you know."

Wally and Hoagie exchanged glances.

"Say, Numbuh 60…" Wally grinned. "What are you doin' tonight?"

Wally slid down the banister in his house, landing gracefully at the bottom. He had told the other guys to arrive at 5 o'clock, and it was almost-

"Oh, Wallabeeeeee!"

Wally clinched his fists, and turned to looked into the kitchen on his right. "What, mom?! My friends are gonna be here any minute! You gonna bother me all night?"

Mrs. Beetles twisted around, and pointed the large wooden spoon in her hand at him like a taser. "Don't you start with the attitude, young man! I don't think…!"

Wally facepalmed, groaning. "I'm sorry, mother. It won't happen again," he recited in a monotone voice.

"That's alright! You're probably just a little anxious for your friends to arrive at your first slumber party!"

"Mom! It's not a slumber party! It's… just… us guys… hanging out! Overnight!"

Mrs. Beetles giggled. "Whatever you say, darling…"

The doorbell rang. A smile appeared on Wally's face as he hurried to the door. He pulled it open, and found all three of his invited guests standing before him.

"Hey guys, c'mon in!"

Nigel entered first with a black duffle bag in tow, followed by Hoagie with a large brown backpack, and then Patton with an oversized green bag… thing.

"What kinda bag is that?" Wally wondered aloud, pushing the door shut and following the others to the stairs.

"It's a seabag. My uncle gave it to me for my birthday. You can fit all kinds of junk in here."

"Huh."

Wally reached the stairs himself, just as his mother called out to him again. "Wallabeeeeeee!"

"Ugh… What?! What could it possibly be this time?!" He cringed, realizing his mother was probably about to beat him for yelling at her again. Instead, she approached him with a large plate, and presented it to him.

"I made pizza rolls for you and your friends!"

Wally relaxed, even let out a quiet sigh of relief. "Th-thanks, mom." He grabbed the plate, and headed off to his room.

A/N: Yeah, I know. "Oh, look, the couples are all coming together. Imagine that. It's a wonder Sonya & Lee aren't here." Well, I needed the sleepovers to be bigger than two people each, and I'm trying to keep from inventing unnecessary OCs. And, trust me, I considered Lee & Sonya. I am a fan of them both. But, I feel like I'm already pushing it by including Rachel, Patton and Fanny like I am; I'm trying to keep it plausible.

Thanks for reading! Lemme know what you think so far! Or just keep reading in silence. Whichever. Thanks for reading regardless.

- Marty