Nigel stretched out his bed. He didn't remember much of his past at all. Yesterday consisted of a giant, pounding headache. He felt a large part of him was gone, although he couldn't figure out what.

"Nigel?" he heard a voice call up, "Wake up old bean. Time for breakfast"

He heard himself mutter something but he couldn't make out what. He instinctively reached for his nightstand, not knowing why as nothing was there. Was there usually an alarm clock? Glasses? A book? He wasn't sure. He finally started to sit up, leaning on his elbows reclined.

"Nigel, you slept through yesterday! You're a growing boy, you need to eat!" the man he decided was his father called up to him. He looked in the corner of his bedroom. "Is that…a tree?" he asked himself. Must be some weird decoration.

He started trying to piece together who he was. Scratching his head out of confusion he noticed something: That he was bald. "That's weird… he thought, "don't kids usually have hair?"

His door broke open. "I'm coming dad!" he said in his British accent. Only, it wasn't his dad. There was a kid in a green jacket and orange backpack inside his room.

"Who…who are you?" he asked the kid. The child smiled, almost laughing.

"The name's Numbuh 60" he replied, "And you've been chosen."

"Chosen? For what? Who are you?" Nigel asked, crawling into the corner of his bed.

"Like I said, I'm Numbuh 60 of the Kids Next Door" he replied.

"The Kids Next Door? What's that?" he asked.

"I'll explain later. Come with me, Nigel"

"How do you know my name?"

"I said, I'll explain later! Hurry up"

"No! I want answers now!" a stubborn Nigel said.

Numbuh 60 sighed. He looked in the corner of Numbuh 1's room, seeing the chimney that he knows was really a F.L.I.E.R.P.L.A.C.E.

"So, Nigel" he said, looking at an annoyed Nigel. He knew this bald stubborn kid couldn't stand not knowing things. "I'll explain if you stand up"

"Stand up?" he asked. As his feet almost touched the ground, he stopped. "…Why…?"

"Uh…" Patton tried to explain but couldn't. He found himself walking over to Numbuh 1, then forcefully picking him up as he threw him into the chimney. Before a confused Nigel's eyes it transformed into a plane-like device. Numbuh 60 hopped in behind him as it launched out of the sky.

Looking down he saw his dad walk into his room with a bowl of cereal. Confused, he looked up. "Oh, Nigel!" he yelled, "Be sure to be home for supper! And bring the chimney back too!"

Patton took the pilot seat and forced Nigel behind him.

"So, what's going on?" Nigel asked.

"The Kids Next Door is an organization that fights adult tyranny across the world" Patton replied, "And we chose you to join us."

"What if I don't want to join?" Nigel asked. Patton hadn't thought about that. Numbuh 362 just told him to get Nigel, train him, and send him back to Sector V.

"Trust me Nigel, you do." He replied, "I'm sure you'll do great at training today"

"Training? Hold on a minute. I don't even want to join this organization, and you took me away from my family! Bring me back! I don't want to join this stupid club."

"Club? This isn't a stupid club. We're a worldwide organization. You notice that tree house? It's a head quarters. There are dozens more like it. We have technology, more impressive than this flying chimney, that even let us set up an organization on the moon." Patton explained. He looked at Nigel's confused and somewhat frightened place. "Look, the point is, you can make a difference. You'll be saving tons of kids around the world from evil adults."

"I guess I'll give it a try…" he replied. "So where are we going now?"

"Our Arctic Training Base" Numbuh 60 replied.

"You mean like, Antarctica?"

Patton laughed. "Yup"

The F.L.I.E.R.P.L.A.C.E zoomed off at full speed, heading towards the training facility.