Chapter 11, A date night to chaperone

As Sector V arrived back to their home base, Nigel was going over the Letter William had given him. He did not know what to think of his cousin the first time they met, but cordial was not one of them when He knew who William's father was. Nigel chalked his cousin's behaviour up to just some teen following his father's rules, William certainly was not hostile like his siblings at least so that was a plus.

The visits from his cousin were met with trepidation at first, but Nigel's dad certainly warmed up to his estranged Brother's son. Asking his dad why he did not tell him about his brother, was met with a harrumph before answering that they call each other once in a while. His family must be odder than he thought.

As Nigel read over the letter of the details for the Invite to come in soon, he walked over to the KND super secret mail drop to check for said invite that was to come. Sure enough the letter was waiting. With wariness of what the Delightful Children might have included with the mail, Nigel acquired some oven mitts and a pair of tongs to retrieve the letter.

Pulling out the letter to read it, Nigel's cousin was right about the invitation to an all kids shindig party. Abigail walked over to peek over his shoulder, "What's it read Numbuh One?" She asked with a curious tone

Nigel turned to face the rest of his Sector, addressing them all of what would be a mission no doubt. "An invitation to a party, from the Delightful Kids From Down The Lane no less." He then pulled out a letter he was given from his cousin, "And before you cheer, I have intel on the plans that the Delightful children have in store, so we need to be on our toes when we go." He warned, only to get cheers from the rest of his team.

"We will need to go into pairs, to seem inconspicuous." Nigel instructed, while pacing in front of his teammates before facing them. Noticing everyone was already paired up, he grimaced and took to calling Lizzy. It was going to be a long night, hopefully Lizabeth would not get in the way too much.

-sceneth transitioneth-

-Back with William's Point of View-

The rest of the day passed by with Father getting the means to prepare the Delightful children's party, before heading out to run his own errands. Dad gave me the keys to the auditorium, along with the duty of directing the employees for the event. Big list and all of what needs to be done, who is doing what, and receive the food truck that would be arriving. Ok William, roll your sleeves up, this is gonna be a big undertaking. Responsibility is a thing.

I tried asking For Cree's help, from her first, but she addressed that she was needed in Alaska. Flight speed and travel time is given no fucks I tell you, cartoon logic folks. She did not give the specifics, but one of our teams needed some backup against the ice cream men over there. I guess the Adult Villains are catching on that they need to up their tactics and arsenal, we will probably have to tweak our plans for the birthday bash when Cree returns back with a report.

Now as the night approaches, I took to doing my duty as a responsible teenage son and began directing staff for the event. I received a thanks from the Delightful Children, and offered them back a no problem in response. They prepared to receive the guests, in their usual attire, but I had to ask why they did not wear anything better for the event. Heck, I wore the three piece Italian suit dad gave me for Christmas…..still surprised that Santa exists….a topic for another day.

The suit was rather in good taste, The coat and pants were Midnight Blue with the Vest a crimson red color. I made sure to apply starch on the Red tie, did not want to take any chances you know. I pointed out to my own choice of attire to the kids, but they argued what they wore was good enough for the party. I left it at that and continued my duty father gave to me, there was more to do and the event was nearing the hour.

As the stated time for the event to begin came around, children began pouring in from their parents' vehicles. I stood outside to direct the employees and occasionally greet the parents that walk up with their children, I received a compliment here and there, telling them thanks and assured them the party was attended to by many Adult employees. It was not long after before Nigel and his friends arrived, along with Lizzy who if my memory was correct was an alien. I will need to plant some bugs one of these days on her house, Numbuh 74.239 is a bit difficult to track down compared to Lizzy.

As Sector V approached the doors, I gave them a curt greeting and only received a mild wave from most of the kids but Nigel managed a small hello. Elizabeth complimented my suit, but I merely gave her a thanks in response then proceeded to direct them inside. Spending a little longer outside to direct the employees, I headed back inside afterwards to get an update with the other adults employed for the event.

It was an auspicious party, but the children seemed to like it. I searched the place for The Delightful children, to check up on them but they seemed to have disappeared. Not good. I did not know where they were even attempting their nefarious plan, I looked around for Nigel to ask if he knew where his teammates were. They were not in any danger after all, as long as Nigel brought a weapon with the camera flash I told him that was needed in that letter I gave him. No need for him to panic if he already knows how to counter the effects of what was to come soon.

Noticing a flash from a doorway to my right, it was not long before Nigel barrelled through the door with Lizzy in tow. Weapon in hand with what looks to be what was needed for tonight, whelp better check on the siblings.

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I walked through the door, only to dodge a laser that narrowly hit me. I turned my head slowly with an angered look towards the Delightful children, causing them to shirk back in fear. "Trigger happy much?" I asked them through my teeth in anger.

"Sorry" they squeaked out, before they nervously climbed down to pursue Nigel and his 'girlfriend'.

"Do not cause too much damage!" I warned them before they left my sight, I received a 'we know' from them but I doubt they will heed much of my words. I left to check up on the food and grab a drink, my throat was parched and needed something to munch on for a little snack.

I was rewarded with some few snacks and punch still available and helped myself, this night was not that bad if all things turned out the way they would. Just hope the auditorium would not be as damaged as it was in the episode, I was proven wrong as a loud blast went off and fireworks began to light up the night.

Rubbing my forehead to think of how to explain to Father of the mess, I was suppose to keep the damage to a minimum and warned the kids to tone down any mess they might cause. In through one of their ears and out the others when it comes to fighting the KND with them, I swear.

What….did you think I would involve myself much in that episode? Nothing would be gained if I interfered anymore or involved myself in the mess, everything already turned out just fine. I am only here as a chaperone with responsibilities of directing the employees, and walking out to get the employees to start cleaning up the mess gave me an aneurysm of a long night to come.

Fireworks were nice though, silver linings.

Chapter 12, Alaskan Trouble

She did not think the situation was as dire as what lay before her, whatever the Ice cream men were doing she certainly did not expect to fight Yetis of all creatures.

Cree was sure to include an order of some extra firepower for the cold regions; the Ice Cream Men have become more troublesome than usual as of late. She assumed they would have weakened after hitting their main bases at the start of the Rebellion, but it seemed to embolden them with different tactics.

A condensed snow bomb was thrown at her, causing her to jump out of the way and take cover from the explosion. Cree could take solace in the fact that the Yetis were weak to the heat-ray-guns she brought with her, she thought the squad was having trouble with an ice cream monsters but never would she had guessed it was these beasts that could through snow bombs.

"Fire at will!" She yelled to the troops as the Yetis were preparing another salvo. Popping out from cover and with their ray guns on full auto blast, the beasts were peppered into slush. Whatever made these beasts, Cree and her fellow teens had to infiltrate the base and find out. What was supposed to be the squad's mission that called in for backup, was now to be accomplished with a larger force to combat any new surprises within the Ice cream men's base in Alaska.

"Come on, let's get down to the bottom of this" Cree stated with a firm look and proceeded to head in with the rest not far behind. "Watch your backs" she added shortly after.

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The inside was no walk in the park, and Cree has seen some stuff that did not bode well for the Rebellion. After delving deeper into the base, they unfortunately sprung a trap that led to her splitting off from the rest. Cree could only hope the others would fare well, but she had to persevere on her own and get down to the power grid to blow the place sky high.

Peeking around the corner to check if the coast was clear, she sprinted silently after one of the guards turned their backs. Making her way towards the nearest doorway and snuck in, silently closing the door after her only to be greeted to the site of more Yetis growing inside Vats. 'Damn, another reason to erase the base off the earth.' She thought to herself.

The other stuff Cree saw ranged from upgraded ice cream men tanks in the form of icecream cones, to Raspberry sundae bombs the size a hippo. This place was no joke, 'William's gonna want a thorough check on other ice cream men bases if we can find more after this' she silently reminded herself, He would no doubt worry as well with the escalating fire power the Villains have been packing.

Spotting an air duct in sight, Cree thanked the oversight of Villains for installing those large sized airways. With a heaven to hop and grasp the grate, she tore it off after unscrewing a few bolts and started her crawling.

-scene change-

This was bigger than she realized, cause now she was staring up at a mech with the scheme of an ice cream truck. After much crawling and figuring her place in the base, Cree made her way to the armory.

"You like? I had the boys design it after your Teen's own mech." A British voice spoke from above it on a cat walk.

Cree looked up to see who spoke, and spotting a man with an ice cream cone in one eye and dressed down in the usual attire of an icecream man only he seemed to have the garb that denoted him in a higher position.

She gave the man a sneer and aimed her gun up at him, "A mere copy, but flattery will get you nowhere I am afraid." Cree spat out with disdain.

The executive icecream man hopped into the mech as Cree let loose her gun, attempting to halt him from entering. She cursed her slow reaction time and dove for cover as the mech started up, desperately looking for anything to use to her advantage against a giant mech. As the machine began whirring up. Cree made a beeline for the exit, hoping the doorways could slow it down. As she slammed her way through the doors, the mech was hot on her tail.

With all this destruction, perhaps she could cause a cave-in from the roof and destroy the Mech. The power grid room came into view, making Cree smirk with a plan and led the Machine towards what could involve taking out two birds with one stone. "Your mech is shit!" She taunted as she stop before the door to the power room, Cree got what she wanted and dove to the side. With the sound of some blasts from a few ice cream cone missiles, the lights flickered before shutting off; Leaving only the emergency lights to come on.

"You miserable brat!" The man yelled from inside the mech, "Look what you made me do!"

"You have my thanks, we should team up again for this, not!" Cree snarked as she began to escape when the base began to shake and alarms of a chocolate melt down about to occur.

"Nooooo" the man wailed as bits of the ceiling began to fall, busting up the Mech and causing havoc to various projects that were in progress.

-scene change-

Cree was glad to see all of her teammates made it out as the chocolate meltdown began to go critical, and with their ride out of the place via air lifts she could not be any happier to watch the place be destroyed. It was a damn neemar close call to make it out of range, as the base exploded in a geyser of hot scalding chocolate.

She let out a sigh of relief and relaxed, Cree was now hankering for some chocolate. Maybe they could stop by an ice cream shop, or a store if the icecream shop was too stubborn to sell them something.

Wasn't it bad for business to sell only to adults? A topic maybe to discuss with the others.

Chapter 13, Acquiring some Soda

-Sunday evening, somewhere in Texas-

If there was one thing Chad enjoyed in The Teen's Rebellion, it was socializing with his friends more often. Sure in the KND he had friends, but as he grew older many had to be decommissioned as they reached their thirteenth birthday. Chad was grateful to hang out with his old gang again, albeit with some of their memories gone but it did not take long to reconnect a kindred in friendship with his old friends. It was refreshing to fight side by side with them again, new friends included without fear of any judgement from hanging out with Teens. He was a teen after all.

Chad was broken from his thoughts as the battalion he was with began to descend from the upper atmosphere, flying in some new aircrafts the Mechanics and Techies came up. The Teen's Rebellion needed easier ways to solidify a temporary base in their assault on heavily defended bases; the answer came in the form of flying in heavily modified ships to ram into the ground behind enemy lines and create a beachhead, thus the CloudBurner ships were devised.

To go along with airships, a new form of troops was needed for the battle maneuvers of ramming behind enemy lines. What better than the Teens within football teams? Chad himself had just joined up with his own football team to boot in middle school, so he had some obligation to lead some of the missions when needed.

As the CloudBurner ship he was on descended, the lights turned red to signify for everyone to buckle down and prepare for the rough crash landing."All right boys! Give me a ooh-rah!" He shouted as the ship sped up, the sounds of Adult Villain weaponry pinging off the hull of the ship and several booms going off nearby. Chad got an earful of ooh-rah from the Teens, the CloudBurner creating an ominous sound through the air outside for the Adult enemies below.

-brace in T-Minus five, four, three-

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As soon as the dust clears from several of the CouldBurners crashing into the ground, the Adult Villains struggle to gain their bearing from the tactic of the ships that crashed behind their main forces. It was supposed to be an easily defendable location against the KND, maybe even the Recent Teen Rebellion that had formed not too long ago. The job was to guard the factory of bottled fizzy pop and children in the process of being bottled; Mr. Fizz had not come back yet from his other factory but his main factory in Texas along with his employees were still holding down the fort for him.

Imagine to their shock the radar within the base picked up blips, several large blips that caused everyone to head out and prepare for an assault on their base. No one could have expected large reinforced airships that looked big enough to be used as bases, much less said aircraft barreling out from the clouds as if they were meteors coming in red hot from the air friction.

"For the Rebellion" was heard shouted out before the war cries of several dozen Teens began charging out from the airships, heading towards the front lines and towards the factory. The employees did only what they could think of, and retaliated with their soda-pop fizzy-guns. Doing their hardest to get a grip in the situation.

-scene change-

The landings went off without a hitch, and Chad could only thank the guys back at Homebase for the ships. With the hardier teens fighting the front, he took the rest from his own football team and led the Teens into the base to save the Kids and acquire more Soda pop the Adults hoard so selfishly. Tonight was going to be great, hamburgers with freshly acquired pop to guzzle down after a successful mission.

He had to quell his excitement though, they were already upon the main floor for the factory. All they needed to do was release any kids inside bottles, and the rest should be free sailing.

Chad shoulder checked one last door before being confronted with more Adult Villain employees, he had to jinx himself didn't he? "Formation phalanx!" He shouted to his team in response, and soon enough they all huddled to block with their forearms and charged through the Fizzy-pop beams. Using their momentum against their opposition, the Adults were barrelled through, sending many flying from the might of what felt like a bull hitting them.

"Suppress fire on the rest!" Chad ordered with fierce determination, and it did not take long afterwards to solidify a hold on the inside.

After ordering his team to begin extracting the children within the bottles, Chad listened in through his earpiece, getting confirmation the outside was nearly handled within a few minutes. "Mission accomplished boys!" Chad announced to his fellow teens, who gave a cheer as they worked to free the kids and secure the soda for extraction.

Today was a good day, and Chad was thankful for that. He only pondered what else was in store for the coming days, as things were looking up for the Rebellion. Chad could only smile as he witnessed children being offered soda for their trouble from his team. He was glad the Teens' Rebellion was not as hostile towards kids as he thought it would be, Chad supposed it was thanks to William though. He made it abundantly clear the Rebellion was for saving everyone; the world had enough hostility in the divide between Kids and Adults.

As everyone began to round up everything not bolted to the ground, it was not long before the CloudBurners were loaded up. With a mighty blast from some specialized boosters on the front on the Aircrafts, the ships were launched out from their craters leaving them in the air and able to use their thrusters on the bottoms to begin hovering. After getting enough bearings for their flight paths, the CloudBurners used their boosters on the back and flew off with a successful mission of soon to be many.

Chad looked out one of the windows and smiled, the horizon never looked better in his eyes.

Chapter 14, An overture of Artillery

Monday Night- Somewhere on the East Coast of North America.

If there was one thing Stacy enjoyed, it was a night filled with the loud noise of artillery going off. She may put up a front at school for posterity, but outside she was a different teen girl. She loved her paintball guns, the sheer thrill of firing off her many guns from her collection. Her parents indulged her habit, leading her to acquire more weapons that could involve paintballs.

Her hobby spilled out into the Teens Rebellion, and oh was it a glorious time to let loose her mortars for once. To top it off, the Rebellion invested into creating an artillery division for her, oh how she wept in joy as her new division unleashed a wave of paintball mortars on their first outing. Stacy could never regret joining up as long as she lived, and it got better as her division was given their own R&D for developing more state of the art paintball weapons. It brought a tear to her eye, just thinking of what could be made for paintballs.

With her thoughts aside, Stacy paced by some of her fellow teens as they prepped up their mortars. Glancing around to take in the sight with a shit eating grin, she basked in the sight of the Howitzers being angled in their desired position. It was going to be the night to remember, and she brought the music just for this on her walk-man. As she walked through the defensive line, Stacy took in the sight of Gatling paintball guns being set up over the man-made trenches; she got giddy just waiting to hear those guns go off, releasing their paintballs and pelting the Villains with pain.

With a spring in her step, she continued in her walk and made her way to the control center within a tent. It was almost upon the hour, and they'd unleash a fusillade of paintballs the likes of which no one has ever seen. The teens fighting further out in the field with the Adult villains were stalling for time, allowing her Division to set up and take out the majority of the enemy along with the outpost opposite of them.

Tonight they were fighting the company that sells those tacky ties, it was one thing to sell something but to force it on others was another thing altogether. Intel has been deep in their search for the source of how the company kept shoveling out those sentient ties, it has been a slow process but the search has been narrowing down.

Stacy looked at her watch on her wrist and noticed it was right about time for her Artillery division to begin their hail of paintballs, and a moment not too soon as she noticed outside on the field the Teens were in full retreat for the moment of the hour to occur.

Smiling to herself, Stacy started up her music player and began issuing orders. "On my mark!" She hollered out through her megaphone she procured from inside the tent, Stacy aimed up a flare gun and shot out her signal for the whole Division to see and start their Artillery barrage and Gatling paintball guns.

As the fusillade of paintballs begin raining down upon their enemies, Stacy breath in deep through her nose and sigh contentedly. "I love the sound of paintball guns going off at night." She stated with a satisfied look on her face, watching as the artillery lit up the night with paintballs and listening to a music score that she thought would fit the moment.

It was a good night for Stacy, and would not trade it for the world.

The hour of artillery going off continued until the enemies began a full retreat into their building, leaving her division to taper off their assault and take stock of what the artillery division had ready for her team to take and storm the building. It was with great satisfaction that Stacy would be packing heat to combat those ties and Villain employees; she packed her backpack and eagerly waited for her team to prepare and began charging in with her division watching her back.

Using her grenade paintball launcher to blast through the doors, Stacy stormed through the opening with her team and opened fire alongside her friends. Adult Villains hastily dropping their own weapons to dodge another blast from a paintball grenade, cutesy from Stacy as she continued reloading her launcher.

With her team's assistance in suppressive fire, the Villains were sent scurrying home, leaving Stacy's team to make their way further into the building complex. "Watch your back, those ties could be anywhere" she warned as they made their way through the hallways. They occasionally came across a Villains or two, but they met the same fate as the others and sent scurrying home from paintball welts.

Upon reaching the storage area, Stacy could faintly smell something was off. Taking no chances for a trap, she signaled for her team to begin setting up their deployable turrets outside the door. With the ones that carried the equipment on their backs, thankfully stored inside their backpacks for ease of carry, the turrets were set up and ready to unleash upon what awaited beyond the doors.

With trepidation, Stacy kicked open the doors from the side and peaked around the doorway. Sure enough, boxes upon boxes of those tacky ties were in the midst of being shipped off; to where, it could be anyone's guess, but not under her watch. "Fire!" She yelled, and sure enough everyone emptied out there gund into the room, every paintball filled with starch and chemicals to subdue everything within the place.

"Do not let up!" Stacy yelled out over the noise of the paintball guns unleashing their ammo into the room. After the torrents were spent, the team kept pulling out more weapons to shoot and empty into the place, steadily walking to cover the place thoroughly. Flicking her launcher open again to reload, Stacy loaded another paint grenade and aimed for a tank filled with starch. Suppose even the company needed the stuff for the more violent ties they ship out, "Take cover!" Stacy yelled before shooting her gun

With a loud blast and gallons of starch showering afterwards, Stacy was greeted to the sight of what looked like a fine job in her opinion as she peeked out from cover. Ties were shredded, bleached, ripped, anything above that they did to destroy those tacky ties. She stood up and sniffed with a satisfied look, looking over to her team with a thumbs up. "Hot dogs and chili back at base?" She asked with a grin of content, getting a cheer in response as they began their trek back.

Stacy eagerly waited for the Birthday bash, so many new paintball guns to make and shoot.

Chapter 15, Rumination of Father

-Several Months before the Big Birthday Bash-

The days of Adult Villainy were never the same once the Teen's Rebellion stepped onto the stage, and Benedict could not comprehend how and why it came about. The status quo has always been the same for as long as he could remember, but now the curveball that is the Teen's Rebellion has turned the world on its head and not in a way he enjoyed.

Wreaking havoc on children was easy, even with the Kids Next Door in the way, the Adults would come back after their defeat and continue their heinous schemes. It was ruined on that infamous day, the day Benedict could have never planned for, and how could he? The teens would always come crawling to the Adult Villains, not rise up in the same manner as kids.

Bases were lost that the kids next door could never hope to sack, what gave them trouble was an inconvenience for the Teens. Ben seethed at the thought and worried for his Villainous Empire he had built up over the years, what was once an easy campaign for his rule was now slipping through his fingers like sand. All at the hands of TEENAGERS! They were supposed to be under his dwindling command, but now the whole world of Teens have given him more trouble in a day than the Kids Next Door ever could in years.

Ben slammed his fist into his chair in anger, sitting in his study to ruminate the past years of the Teen's Rebellion. He scowled just thinking of the damage the Teens have caused in so little time, but Benedict had to calm himself and think of a plan, many plans. No, the man that was called Father had to plot, scheme, he had to order his Adult Villains to increase their weapons output for the teens and build up more forces.

His Delightful children's birthday was coming up, and Benedict would make sure to be there with an army. If the Teen's wanted a good head honcho to gun for, he would gladly set a trap with himself as the bait. Yes, Ben maliciously smiles at the thought of building up a grand Adult Villain army to combat the Teen's Rebellion, to spring a surprise attack with the trap and begin a counter attack against the teens.

Benedict stood out from his chair and pulled out his flip phone, he would be making many calls and pull so many strings that Pappy just might be proud of him…. Ungrateful bastard. He would show Pappy who should be the favorite one of the family.

Pausing in his thoughts, and speaking of favorites, Benedict smiled at the thought of his first born son. God rest Eveline's soul, he raised William away from his Villainous activities. He knew from experience how it felt, it would not do for him to repeat Pappy's ways in that regard.

Those Delightful Kids were a different story, while he did adopt them to give William some siblings, he also wanted some children to follow in his footsteps. Things became easy once he Delightfulized them, ever diligent to heed his words and commit evil just as well in his name. Ben grimaced though, for all the Delightful Children's villainy, they have always failed in their endeavor against the Kids Next Door.

Never once has he sent them out against the Teen's Rebellion, probably for the best too regarding their track record. Benedict sighed frustratedly, he supposed Pappy was right in some regards. If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself.

As Ben dialed away and began his scheming, he pondered if William would have ever been a better candidate to follow his footsteps. He got rid of the thought though, Eveline made him promise to keep William out of his Villainous Empire and schemes, and he would respect that wish for his dearly departed wife. Every time he looked at William's face, he would always remember that promise, remember a time he had some form of happiness in the form of Eveline.

Benedict took solace in the fact that William grew up to be an upstanding Son, he would imagine Eveline would be looking down content that he has kept his promise and a son that was a model student. He had thought of asking Mr. Boss if he had internships open for William to give his son somewhere to start for a job, but he quashed the thought as Mr. Boss was rather Villainous with his employees as well. Ben was sure he could pull a few strings for William, but by the looks of it his son seemed to already have a goal in his mind.

Hell, with all that studying in math and physics gunning, Benedict would not be surprised his son was gunning for college to get a career in rocket science. He supposed he had a silver lining to all this mess the Teen's Rebellion has given him, though if things got worse he just might have to resort to drastic measures and bring back Pappy.

He did not eagerly await that day, but sometimes one needed to have something up their sleeve and thankfully most of the Kids next door have forgotten about Pappy. Believing 'Grandfather' to be nothing but a mere myth along with his Brother, Numbuh Zero. Ben found it ironic that Monty's son was now in the kids next door, not to mention his code name was the number right after zero.

As Benedict called up Villains after Villains, base after base, he pondered what sort of cake he would have made this time around for the Delightful Children. The long lost recipe from his great great Grandma was out of the question, so he supposed scouring the world for a world class Baker would do. Maybe a Villainous Baker to top it off, yes, this next cake would be the best one yet.

As Ben arranged talks and meetings through his phone, he never noticed a small mouse peeking out from its hole in the shadow of the fireplace casted by the fire within it. A small mic on its back to record his plans, once Benedict finished up he exited out to resume other activities within the house. With the mouse's duty done, it scurried back into its hole to deliver the recording back to the Teens.