DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN CODENAME: KIDS NEXT DOOR

A/N: Ello, all. I've been on vacation (still am). I still think about y'all, though, and hate leavin' you hangin'. So, I'll go ahead and give you the first part of this chapter,

Before we begin, I just wanna say, wow. This story has been getting a lot of attention. I wasn't expecting it to get so much interest, especially since nothing's really even happened yet. Not that I'm complaining, mind you; I'm really glad that everyone's enjoying it. So thanks for all the reads & positive reviews! You're all awesome. Seriously.

Anyway, I feel I can safely say that if you like it already, you're gonna like what I have in store. Just do be careful if you try to make predictions...

CHAPTER 6: SOMETHING SOMETHING PRANK CALL (Part 1)

(I'm not feeling very creative right now)

Abby couldn't help but grin to herself as she watched her friends awkwardly dodge each other's glances. Bringing up boys was always a guaranteed ice breaker, but she hadn't anticipated all of them blushing. This could be a lot of fun after all. For her, at least.

"So, who wants to go first?" Abby asked, her amusement apparent in her voice.

Unfortunately, Rachel spoiled her little ploy. "Why don't you go first, Abigail? It's your question, after all."

Drat. Her plan was foiled. Or was it?

"Well, this is Kuki's party. Abby thinks she should go first."

Kuki shook her head. "Nuh-uh! Rachel's right. You should go first."

Yeah, her plan was totally foiled. Maybe she could distract them with something.

"Uh... Heh… Kuki, does Abby hear yo' phone ringin'?"

"What? No. Abby doesn't. Now stop-" Kuki was cut off by her house phone ringing downstairs. She stared at her door in disbelief for a moment, before slowly standing to her feet. "I, uh, guess I will go answer that..."

Well, that was convenient. Still, as Abby watched Kuki pull the door open and disappear into the dark hallway, she knew this lucky break would be short-lived. She needed something else.

"So," Rachel started again, eyeing Abby suspiciously, "who do you think is cute?"

"Abby ain't sayin' a thing till the hostess comes back. Don't wanna be rude, aftuh all."

While her excuse gave her a little more time, as well as a brief satisfaction inspired by Rachel's flustered expression, she wasn't in the clear yet. Man, she really should have seen this coming, or at least prepared for it. She was usually pretty good about being prepared, a trait she took pride in. She had to think...

"I wonder who could be callin' at this time of night," Fanny wondered aloud. Rachel and Abby followed her gaze to the Rainbow Monkey clock on the wall.

"Huh. Me, too." Rachel turned her head toward Fanny. "Fanny! Your hair! It… It looks like I didn't even touch it!"

Abby stared at the Irish girl in amazement. Sure enough, her bright red hair had returned its normal wavy frizzyness.

"Dang, girl! You undid all that just by runnin' yo' finguhs through yo' hair?"

Fanny chuckled weakly. "What can I say? My hair is naturally untidy.."

Kuki materialized from the darkness of the hallway. "Well, that was …" She trailed off, her gaze fixed on Fanny. The redhead put on a sheepish grin. "Wow. How do you do that?"

Fanny responded with a small shrug.

"Who was on the phone?" Rachel asked.

"Oh, it was just a wrong number. So, where were we? OH! That's right! Abby..."

An idea popped into Abby's head. This one was sure to do the trick.

"Say, Kuki... do you still have that wireless house phone around here someplace?"

Kuki cocked an eyebrow. "Yeeesss... Why do you ask?"

Abby chuckled. "Would you mind grabbin' it for Abby? She wants to... make a phone call."

Kuki was clearly suspicious, but she complied, leaving the room long enough to retrieve the neon green phone . She extended it toward Abby and waited for her to take it, but the little schemer only grinned.

"You going to make a call, or what?" Kuki asked, apparently not amused with Abby's sudden capriciousness. "You did want to make a call, didn't you?"

"Yep. We're gonna be makin' a phone call."

"Yeah, so- wait, 'we'? Who is 'we'?"

"Us, silly. Mo' specific'ly, you."

"Me? Why me? And who the heck would I be calling right now?!"

"Hmm, Abby don't know... Ooh, how about Numbuh 4?"

Both Kuki and Fanny recoiled at the mention of Wallabee Beetles. Rachel simply smirked.

"Wally? Why on earth would I call him in the middle of the night?"

Abby's smirk widened. "Because... Prank calls are the norm for slumbuh parties nowadays." Maybe she needed to add in a little motivation. "Unless yo' too chicken, of course." Nailed it.

"I am not! As a matter of fact, I think this will be fun!"

"Abby does, too. So why don't you go ahead and dial his numbuh?"

Kuki crossed her arms. "What, you think I have his phone number memorized or something?"

"Do yah?"

Kuki glared at Abby, who remained completely unfazed. This lasted for all of five seconds before the Asian girl begrudgingly dialed a number into the phone, grumbling something about Abby being a smartypants under her breath.

The rapid tapping of the buttons of the four controllers was constant, almost a white noise. Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap. It was only noticeable now that Mr. Beetles had forced them to turn the TV volume down substantially; of course, the boys could hardly hear the tapping after how loud the TV had been. Still, their virtual zombie conquering campaign continued on unhindered.

Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap.

"Hey, Wally?" Hoagie glanced over at his Australian friend. "Wally!"

Wally didn't look away from the screen. "Huh? What?"

"Toss me a soda."

"What?"

"He said to toss him a soda," Patton said from Wally's left.

"Right." Wally, determined to remain fixed on the TV, felt around to his right. The sodas were there somewhere. Ah, there was one! Wait, that's not a soda can...

"Watch it! That's my leg!" Nigel exclaimed, sliding away from Wally.

"What?"

"He said to punch his leg," Patton answered.

"I did not! Ow! Wally!"

"You're welcome. Ah, here's a soda!" Wally tossed the can to his left, taking care to clear Patton's head, though not really aiming. Thankfully, Hoagie wasn't afraid to look away from the TV, and caught the can with ease.

"Thanks."

"What?"

"I said, 'thanks'!"

"You're welcome!"

"What?"

"I said, 'you're welcome'!"

"Oh. Cool."

"What?"

"He wasn't talkin' to you, Nigel, he was talkin' to me."

"Oh."

Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap.

"Maybe we did have the TV a little too loud earlier.." Hoagie's deduction was met with mumbling agreement from his friends.

"Now I'm hearin' a ringin' in my ears!" Wally exclaimed, cleaning out his ear with his pinky.

"That would be your house phone," Nigel said dully.

Wally relented the battery on his controller and brought his hand to his ear, listening for more ringing. Indeed, his house phone was ringing. Who the crud would call so late? Wally hoped it wasn't Mr. Boss, telling his dad to come in early again. Man, that guy was a jerk.

"You gonna answer that, or what?"

Wally paused the game. "I'm goin', Hoagie. Sheesh."

A/N: Sorry for the cliffhanger. Just wanted to let y'all know I'm still alive. Part 2 shouldn't take too long to finish up.

Anywho, I have a new poll up on my page. Just a li'l opinion poll. Stop by and vote if you have a minute.

- Marty