Like I said in the previous chapter, this one is based off the first episode to air and the fourth to be produced, "Operation: I.-S.C.R.E.A.M." The Sector V members' more well-known characterizations are beginning to be established here, while the lengths the DCFDTL are willing to go to antagonize other children when there are no adults around (aside from the villains) are further shown, this is also the debut of the Ice Cream Men (or in this case the Ice Cream Women, whom I made up myself) and the only appearance of the Ice Cream Monster, and additionally it's the first 11-minute-long episode. Let's get this show on the road!

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Kids Next Door Mission
Operation
I.-S.C.R.E.A.M.

Important-
Steal
Creamy
Refrigerated
Edibles-
Avoid
Meltdown

Today was another ordinary day-blue sky with a few faint clouds, green grass, quiet neighborhoods, birds chirping, and cars driving on the road at the speed limit.

Two children-a girl with short orange hair wearing a white T-shirt with purple lining, a pair of red shorts, and a pair of purple tennis shoes; and a boy about half a head taller than her with long brown hair and a yellow T-shirt with a purple stripe on the bottom, yellow shorts, and purple tennis shoes-were standing on the street corner with $1 dollar bills in their hands, waiting to order the delicious ice cream they'd been waiting for after a long hard day at school, mouths watering with each passing moment as they anticipated the arrival of the godforsaken ice cream truck that'd be heading their way any minute now. The saliva welled up in their mouths and threatened to overflow at any moment, the risk to their mouth dams greater the longer they had to wait.

They saw an ice cream truck speeding down the road in their direction without regard to the speed limits or stop signs, ready to hand out ice cream free to anyone who wanted it, seemingly in response to their wishes, playing the catchy tune the ice cream trucks always played. Anticipating the frozen high-calorie treat they'd been longing for, the two kids giggled as the truck kept zooming their way, ready to be the first in line for the new special flavor of the day, whatever it was. Their hearts couldn't handle all the excitement they received as they pumped faster and faster, louder and louder, more and more intensely, and grew hungrier and hungrier for excitement and food.

But instead of stopping, the ice cream truck sped right by them, going off to a destination far off into the distance and leaving the kids heartbroken in the dust. They both looked down at the ground, dejected at the world of ice cream trucks for not acknowledging their existence, and sighed. However, the sound of four kids screaming and jumping onto the truck broke their dejection. As they knew who these kids were, this event sent glimmers of hope through their bodies as the truck drove further down the street and toward a winding road up a cliff.

A few minutes later, as the truck climbed and wobbled further up the cliff, Numbuhs 1 and 5 were standing on the truck's roof, wearing magnet shoes to keep them safely attached should they fall off. Numbuh 4 was trying to drive it, looking up occasionally to get a better view of the outside above her low vantage point, while Numbuh 3 was desparately trying to get a cone of vanilla chocolate swirl ice cream (one of his favorite flavors next to Rainbow Monkey Special Swirl) in the back of the truck to no avail, with one cone in each hand. "Access denied," the machine kept telling him as he looked up, "access denied."

"Please give me vanilla chocolate swirl!" he begged, banging on the machine with his hands. But it kept resolutely saying, "access denied."

Then, suddenly, the truck jumped up from a ramp, landing on the road ahead and whizzing down toward its destination, crashing into a rock in the process. The woman who was driving the truck; who wore a white uniform, white socks, brown boots, a pink-and-white striped hat, and a pair of glasses and sported dark gray hair; was hanging on the giant novelty ice cream cone on the top of the truck for dear life. Numbuhs 1 and 5 angrily advanced toward her, their magnet shoes giving off short blasts of electricity as they walked. "All right, Ice Cream Woman, spill it!" Numbuh 1 shouted.

"Please! I don't know anything! I swear!" the woman begged fearfully, feeling her grip loosen on the cone.

But Numbuh 5 wasn't having any of it. "We've had it with you guys just driving on by when kids want ice cream!" he yelled, grabbing her by her shirt collar.

"You know what we want!" Numbuh 1 agreed, pointing her finger at the Ice Cream Woman.

Numbuh 4 was still driving the truck when she noticed something in the rearview mirror. "Hm?" she asked, frightened, as the objects grew bigger. They were three more ice cream trucks heading for the same destination. The one in the middle started moving slightly faster than the other two, anticipating what would happen next. Its driver; another woman wearing a similar outfit, who was also fat, and had a really short black beard and black hair surrounding a bald spot on top of her head; chuckled evilly as she stepped on the gas and sped ahead of her partners; planning on taking over the hijacked truck. The two trucks had a brief race on the road, with Numbuh 4 in the lead, while the bearded woman pulled up and chuckled again, but she realized who was driving and said "Huh?" while the blonde Australian girl tried to ram her off the road. The Ice Cream Woman on the roof of the hijacked truck was still hanging on for her life as she swung around, while the two operatives standing up there were still unharmed, and Numbuh 3 (who was oblivious to what was going on) was pulling the lever of the ice cream machine to get a shot at his desired flavor but still to no avail. Eventually he gave up and started clinging onto the machine for his balance.

This fight went on for a few minutes, with the overweight Ice Cream Woman growling as she tried to win her victory, until she put her truck into a higher gear and pulled ahead of the one Willie was driving. When she reached a point a few hundred feet ahead, she hovered her finger above a red button among six others on a control panel, saying, "How's about a little hot fudge, lassie?" before pressing it.

The doors on the back of her truck opened, revealing a huge yellow bucket of hot chocolate fudge that tipped over, spilling its contents all over the road towards the KND and their truck. Numbuh 4 saw this, shocked at the proximity of the KND's truck to the deadly chocolate, and yelled, "Oh, crud!", swerving to avoid the torrent of burning sweet sauce. Numbuhs 1 and 5 still stood pretty on the roof while the Ice Cream Woman on top still hung on for her life, and Numbuh 3 held onto the soft serve machine in the back, still struggling to maintain his balance. The back doors opened, however, and sent the machine out flying (bouncing on the road a few times and destroying the truck on the left side of the road in the process), which caused Kenji to fall on his knees and hands.

The Ice Cream Woman driving the surviving truck behind the hijacked one, who was thin and had short blonde hair as well as an identical uniform, looked behind her. "Huh?" she said, gazing upon the wreckage. The destroyed truck was smoking, mangled, and had chocolate spilling out all over the road; with the soft serve machine on top in a similar state; while the driver; another thin Ice Cream Woman with dark gray hair, a small bald spot on top of her head, a short dark gray mustache, and a uniform identical to the others with a pink bow tie in addition; was sitting next to it and rubbing her head; ashamed of herself for having failed to protect the truck.

The blonde Ice Cream Woman turned her attention back to the chase after a few seconds, observing the hijacked truck in front of her. She pressed a button on her truck's control panel, which made the huge novelty ice cream cone on top raise slightly, then turn forward at a 90° angle. Eager to make the Kids Next Door a huge sundae of pain, the weapon waited its turn to be fired, chomping at the bit to make its commander send it into action. "Haha! Bon appétit!" she laughed, launching the cone onto the road, where it drilled its way toward its target at a breakneck speed.

In the KND's truck, Numbuh 4 suddenly noticed something in her rearview mirror. "Huh?" she asked, looking in the mirror to see what it was. That was the drill missile novelty cone zooming toward her and her teammates, slowly approaching the truck to have its day in the spotlight. "Hang on, gang!" Numbuh 4 shouted, steering the truck toward the right edge of the road.

The truck began climbing up the face of rock on the right, tilting sideways as everyone on board (even Numbuhs 1 and 5) began screaming and trying to keep their balance (and also their lives for those who didn't have magnet shoes), and barreling toward a tunnel that the ice cream truck in front was already driving through. The KND entered the tunnel, driving on the walls as Numbuh 4 steered it further to the right, and defying gravity as it gripped the ceiling up above. Numbuh 1 looked at the drill missile from where she was standing, watching as it continued its run on the road, while the KND continued to drive upon the ceiling and walls of the tunnel to reach the ground. The cone missed its target as it kept speeding ahead toward the overweight Ice Cream Woman's truck.

The bearded Ice Cream Woman looked at her rearview mirror and saw the same thing Numbuh 4 had seen, saying "Huh?" as the cone readied itself to blow up on its new target. The driver screamed as she saw it get close to her vehicle, anticipating what would happen next but unable to do anything in time to escape.

And, sure enough, that missile exploded on the back of her truck, sending it flying in the air with the frightened screeching driver and all its contents. The KND drove right through the smoke, with the blonde-haired Ice Cream Woman not far behind. While they continued driving; the black-bearded Ice Cream Woman's truck fell from the sky (with her still screaming) and landed on top of her thin blonde partner's truck; causing both to blow up in an explosion of fire, metal, and strawberry ice cream. Several cones; a few each of vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry; covered the two Ice Cream Women and their wreckage; one of the soft serve machines spewing out a thin stream of vanilla and a thicker one of chocolate that covered the fat one's face. The blonde one picked up the strawberry cone that had landed on her face and began to lick it, elatedly tasting her favorite flavor with a cheerful "Yay, strawberry!"

Back on the hijacked truck, Numbuhs 1 and 5 were standing upright again, ready to finish what they had started with the terrified Ice Cream Woman on the roof with them. "That was close," Numbuh 1 said. "Now, where were we?" She looked at the Ice Cream Woman, who was now hugging the wobbling novelty cone with her hands and feet to stay alive.

"OK, talk!" Numbuh 1 said, grabbing the Ice Cream Woman by her shirt collar. "We know you're hoarding all the soft serve in your ice cream factory. We also know there's a defense system to keep us kids out. What's the password?"

The frightened Ice Cream Woman hesitated for a little while, then struggled to get her words out, saying, "I-I don't...it's...it's...it's 'frosty!' The password's 'frosty!'"

"Figures," said Numbuh 5 suspiciously.

Numbuh 4 climbed onto the rooftop shortly after, tapping Numbuh 1's shoulder and pointing her thumb behind her. "Hey, Numbuh 1. You might wanna check this out."

"A roadblock!" Numbuh 1 shouted.

And, sure enough, there was a roadblock made of bricks up ahead, positioned in front of three more ice cream trucks. Another Ice Cream Woman; who wore a similar uniform to her partners, had darker skin than the previous four, and also had dark gray hair and a bald spot on her head, was standing in front of it; picking up ice cream cookie sandwiches and putting them in a light blue box she was also holding.

"Quick, tell Numbuh 4 to turn this truck around!" Numbuh 1 said in shock, pointing at the roadblock.

"I am Numbuh 4."

"Then who's driving?" Numbuh 1 asked, confused, as the truck smashed right through the guardrail with the operatives still onboard. The Ice Cream Woman let go of the cone, her heart pounding as she fell backwards and hit the road, and the operatives screamed as the vehicle fell down the cliff. Six more of the Ice Cream Women; who had various skin tones, hair colors, and some of whom had short mustaches and/or bald spots; ran toward the busted guardrail and muttered among themselves. "Aw, what a waste!", they said as the truck continued falling to the ground far below.

However, there was an unusual sight that shocked all of them, including the truck's former driver. It was a large flying vehicle rose from this space, sporting two mechanical arms that held the truck in place. This vehicle had a boat as the cabin/cockpit, an engine above each arm, a barrel at the front of the boat with a plank on each side, a metal pole in the front to resemble a mosquito's proboscis, a huge metal sphere in the back ending in two large signal antennas (one with a red light), an anchor hanging from the left-hand side of the boat, and a flagpole on top bearing a huge red flag with the KND's initials in white letters and a much smaller yellow flag above that.

Kids Next Door
M.O.S.Q.U.I.T.T.O.H.

Massively
Oversized
Super
Quick
Undercover
Icy
Treat
Transport
On
Heliojets

The flying vehicle rose higher in the sky, flying away from the Ice Cream Women as Hillary, who was piloting the vehicle, celebrated their successful hijacking with an elated "Yee-haw!" and a few fist pumps in the air.

"So long, suckers!" Nicole shouted down at the Ice Cream Women, standing atop the right engine.

"Bye-bye!" Willie taunted from the truck's front seat, waving at their enemies.

"See you later! We love you!" Kenji shouted as he waved from the back of the truck. Alberto stood on the roof of the truck, still wearing his magnet shoes, as it continued flying upward.

The Ice Cream Women watched as the two vehicles continued flying away, with one of them (who had slightly dark skin, a prominent chin, short chocolate brown hair, and a short mustache) going over to the one who had driven the truck and putting a sky blue blanket around her. They walked over to the back of a vehicle that looked like a cross between an ice cream truck and a limousine, stopping to let the door open.

Inside were the Delightful Children From Down The Lane, sitting in a soft bluish violet armchair with gold lining, and eager for the destruction of the KND. "So, did you give them the password?" they asked the Ice Cream Woman with glasses.

"Oh, I gave it to them alright," the woman said smugly, laughing evilly as she began to anticipate the danger the KND would soon find themselves in, while the M.O.S.Q.U.I.T.T.O.H. continued speeding through the sky.

Inside the M.O.S.Q.U.I.T.T.O.H., Numbuh 5 sat near the window to Numbuh 2's left, pointing ahead of him. "Man, that was too easy," he said to her while she continued flying the vehicle.

"Blast them!" Numbuh 1 yelled from the back as she furiously paced around a red armchair, the fires of her inner psyche consuming her by the minute. "First, they refuse to stop ice cream trucks for any kids. Then, they lock all the soft serve away in cold storage so they can achieve their ultimate goal." She pulled down a poster with drawings of two girls, one wearing a blue hat and the other with short blonde hair, looking down dejected; a large strawberry ice cream cone; a fat woman with gray hair, a bald spot, a blue dress, and a yellow party hat eating a chocolate cone; a thin man with orange hair, a purple shirt, a black bow tie, and gray pants eating a pistachio cone; streamers surrounding both adults; and a red dashed arrow pointing from the kids' faces to the adults and going around the big cone. "A super huge ice cream party," she continued, indicating the picture and clenching her left hand into a fiery fist, "with NO KIDS!"

"Get out!" Alberto said, adjusting his hat.

"Blast!" Willie agreed, hitting her right hand with her left fist.

"No!" Hillary continued, looking back at Nicole.

"Party!" Kenji finished, suddenly in a festive mood. He had changed into a white party suit with a pink shirt, a white bow tie, pink socks, white dancing dress shoes, and a pink party hat with a yellow topper; and was carrying a yellow blower and a toy that looked like a pink pencil in a blue sharpener with yellow stars. He pranced around Numbuh 1, singing "Party, party, party, party!" repeatedly as she barely held in her frustration.

"KNOCK IT OFF!" Nicole yelled, clenching her fists and stopping Kenji dead in his tracks. "You can't go to that insidious party," she said to him, walking really close, getting into his face, and pointing her finger at his chest, "There won't be any kids allowed!"

But Numbuh 3 literally blew her off with his blower, still missing the point. "Heads up, Captain, we're getting in range," Hillary alerted Nicole, looking back at her.

"Let's get us some ice cream!" Nicole shouted in response, sitting down in the armchair as the M.O.S.Q.U.I.T.T.O.H. flew full speed toward their destination.

Their destination was an ice cream factory atop a face of rock, which stood majestically atop an expanse of green grass, awaiting anyone who wanted its products. There was a tall brick fence with a lot of the posts resembling giant ice cream cones, making it all the more enticing to the taste buds of passersby and factorygoers, and concealing a cold air that brought back memories of childhood snow days of eating snow as if it were the flavored treat manufactured there. The roof had five even larger ice cream cones (one on each corner plus one on the back held up by some poles) that further invited people to come in and see all the different flavors that were contained within the depths of the building, which would create a great festival of different smells and tastes (and even textures and toppings), and anyone could have all the ice cream they could possibly want. That is, if the Ice Cream Women would let them and deem them "responsible adults."

Numbuh 3 was sitting at the computer, awaiting the command to type in the password. "This is it!" Numbuh 1 shouted, pointing her finger at him. "Numbuh 3, transmit password!"

But that seemed to go in one of his ears and out the other, as he was singing a merry tune and typing away at the keyboard in rhythm, apparently either not having heard the password or too lost in his excitement about the party. "Access denied," the computer voice said.

"Grrr!" Numbuh 1 growled frustratedly. "Transmit again!"

Numbuh 3 continued typing and singing away again. "Access denied," the computer voice said again resolutely, repeating itself the longer this went on. "Access denied."

This made one of the corner cones open up to reveal a spoon-like catapult loaded with a fresh scoop of vanilla, which fired right at the flying vehicle. More scoops of all flavors followed from each of the corner cones, hammering the M.O.S.Q.U.I.T.T.O.H. and trying to flog it out of the sky. The team braced themselves for further attacks as they continued through the frozen torrent of dairy dessert and a scoop of pistachio was pierced by the proboscis. "It's too much, Captain!" Numbuh 2 shouted as she tried to dodge the projectiles. "They must have at least forty-one flavors!"

Numbuh 3 was still joyously typing away at the computer, frustrating Numbuh 1 and piquing her interest at the same time. "What are you typing?", she asked, jumping out of the armchair and staring at the computer screen. "'I love parties?!'", she shouted when she looked at this phrase which appeared repeatedly on the computer screen.

"You do, too?", Numbuh 3 gasped, still blissfully unaware of the dire situation surrounding them.

"Get out of the way!" Numbuh 1 yelled as she butted in to type in the password herself. "'Frosty'..." she said as she typed in that exact word. She entered it, and, sure enough, it worked. "Access approved," said the computer voice, signaling the defenses to stop their frosty onslaught on the KND's vehicle.

"Take her down, Numbuh 2!", Nicole shouted to Hillary, looking at the pilot.

"Roger that!", said Numbuh 2 as she initiated the landing sequence. The vehicle, having barely survived, was smoking in the back and having to fight the air resistance harder, which complicated her attempts to land it. She strained as she tried to keep it under control, slowly moving it toward the target. The arms went under the main body, the hands and the huge sphere supporting the vehicle as it gently touched the roof, awaiting the next command. "Whew," Numbuh 2 sighed after the landing, wiping her forehead (or rather, the area of her helmet concealing the forehead).

"Man, that was still too easy," Numbuh 5 added, still pointing his finger in front of him.

The M.O.S.Q.U.I.T.T.O. turned on a light at the bottom of its boat, which shined down on the spot to be broken for the team to infiltrate the factory. A door further in front of the boat opened as the operatives (minus Numbuh 2, who would stay behind to monitor the vehicle) got on the seats above drill pods, which were suspended by four cables. Shortly after they began their descent, Numbuh 1 addressed the others with, "Alright, steady everyone. Prepare for procedure 'Rooftop Swirl!'"

The drills reached the top of the roof, spinning around and displacing some of the material as they began making small holes to penetrate through the roof. The holes grew bigger as the drill pods were lowered further, taking their occupants inside the base of their ice cream-delivering enemies to whatever challenges lay inside there.

The factory was huge inside, with a huge vacuum in between dark gray walls surrounding several tanks storing delicious sweet treats and ceiling lights. The tanks were huge and white; reached halfway up to the ceiling with their red dome roofs, blue joints attaching the roofs, similarly blue supports propping them up atop their yellow bases, and gray pipes with orange joints and dispensers; and had orange dispensers with red knobs near the bottom where more pipes could be attached or ice cream could come out. A few forklifts were lying around, waiting for operators to come and lift the nearby piles of huge bags and sweets, while a few garage doors stood at the back of the factory. The air was below freezing at 20°F, but the rooms behind the doors promised some warmer air (that is, if the Ice Cream Women approved of one being their defintion of a "responsible adult" to enter), which the team felt as they continued further down the vacuum (especially Numbuh 3, whose suit was doing little to combat the effects). Additionally, the factory contained air vents throughout the place, which breathed out their contents around the room to keep the dessert fresh and cold enough for the party the Ice Cream Women had planned for the "responsible adults" who were due to arrive any minute.

The drills hit the floor with small clangs, signaling their riders to jump out. Shortly afterward, Numbuh 3 started shivering and wrapping his arms around himself for warmth. "Ooh...it's...cold in here!" he said through his chattering teeth.

But no one seemed to hear or listen to him, as the others immediately started setting their minds to the mission at hand. Numbuh 1 pulled out a gray remote control-like device with a red switch. "We have to find the tank with the soft serve ice cream," she stated, turning the light to the "on" position, which activated a yellow Christmas light at the end on the left and beeped to indicate the direction of their target.

"And some blankets!" Numbuh 3 added, still shivering, and waving his hand.

"I'm getting readings in this direction," Numbuh 1 said, ignoring Numbuh 3's comment and moving forward toward the tank.

"Brrrr!" said Numbuh 3, looking all around for a heat source for several seconds before finally settling on one direction to run in pursuit of it.

Meanwhile, the device continued beeping as Numbuh 1 approached one of the tanks, stopping momentarily and resuming when she stopped. "Bullseye!" she said triumphantly, having located her target. She then pulled out a phone made of pipes, a radio, and an antenna; and spoke into it, "Snow Bird to Mother's Nest, we've found white gold!"

"Roger that," said Numbuh 2 into a pair of headphones made from a microphone, a headband, a tuna can, and an antenna on the other side from inside the M.O.S.Q.U.I.T.T.O.H. "Commencing 'M.O.S.Q.U.I.T.T.O.H. Bite.'"

Hillary pressed a button located below the steering wheel, causing the M.O.S.Q.U.I.T.T.O.H. to move its arms in a manner that lifted its body off the roof's surface and tilting the body 45° downward. The arms extended slightly after a few seconds, then they moved the body downward to allow the proboscis to penetrate the roof and the tank, after which it began sucking all the ice cream out in small portions. Numbuhs 1, 4, and 5 ran toward the tank to admire the flying machine's progress, Numbuh 1 still holding her phone. "Looks like clean cut here, 2. How's your end?"

"We should have a full tank in 30 seconds," Numbuh 2 responded, looking at the status of the tank and redirecting her attention back to the view in front of her.

"Roger that, Numbuh 2," Nicole said, putting her phone down and turning her attention to Numbuhs 4 and 5. "Alright team, let's roll!"

But just as they were beginning to leave, they heard five familiar voices. "Poor, poor, deluded Kids Next Door, falling once again into a trap set by..." their owners teased in unison, "the Delightful Children From Down The Lane!" They stood there grinning evilly, smugly anticipating the closure they wanted for what happened at their disastrous birthday party.

"I told you it was too easy!" Numbuh 5 shouted to Numbuh 1, whipping his head around to look at her face.

"It figures you creeps are in with the adults," Numbuh 1 said furiously, pointing her finger at the Delightful Children. "What flavor were you planning on sharing with them? Peach? Rum raisin?"

"Us eat the ice cream? Oh dear, no," the DCFDTL responded self-aggrandizingly, "I'm afraid the ice cream will be eating you."

At their word, something rumbled from up on the roof, shaking the factory and causing small pieces of the roof to fall to the floor. Numbuh 1 pulled out her pipe phone to contact Numbuh 2. "Numbuh 2, what's going on up there?" she said anxiously.

"I'm not sure, Captain," Numbuh 2 said in response, banging on the M.O.S.Q.U.I.T.T.O.H.'s control panel and repeatedly pressing an orange button. "Something's gone haywire," she continued as that something was clanging inside the vehicle's vault, making her cock her head towards it as the clanging grew louder. She finally turned back to look at the vault door, grabbing her microphone. "Uh, Numbuh 1? I think we've got a problem...uh-oh!"

The roof continued collapsing and shaking as whatever was inside the vault continued to bang itself free, growing Numbuh 2's nerves as she anticipated what to do next to get the situation under control. Before she could arrive at a conclusion, however, the M.O.S.Q.U.I.T.T.O.H. fell through the cracks, taking part of the roof with it and creating a tube of dust and debris. Numbuhs 1, 4, and 5 shielded their eyes from the dust, bracing themselves for what would happen next, and then they looked at their destroyed vehicle. "Numbuh 2...?" Numbuh 1 said weakly, mourning her seemingly fallen comrade.

Just then, Numbuh 2 fell out one of the broken windows, hitting the ground unscathed. She got up and dusted herself off, standing proudly at her survival and waving at her fellow numbuhs. "Hey fellas, I'm OK!" she yelled happily, but the next thing everyone knew, a mass of chocolate ice cream and cones squashed her, causing the other numbuhs (sans Numbuh 3, who was still searching for a source of heat elsewhere) to look up at the thing that had just broken out of the vault. Numbuh 1 screamed in horror when she saw what it was.

That thing was a giant monster made of ice cream and cones, who was definitely not the definition of sweet and tasty. It had a white vanilla body to signal death to all who tried to taste it, strawberry hands to show the blood it was about to collect, and chocolate feet (like the one that had crushed Numbuh 2) to represent the dirt the victims were about to be reduced to in its attemtped conquest of the KND and all who stood in its path. Its hands and feet also had sharp cone claws, which added a new meaning to the word "brittle" (not to the cones, but to whatever they could slash), and were ready to add strawberry syrup to their coatings, as were the cone spikes sticking out of the shell on its back (which was also made out of cone pastry) and the cone horns on its head. It additionally had a strawberry mask surrounding its glowing green eyes of doom, showing its hunger for "irresponsible kids" and anyone else who wasn't invited to the ice cream party, and giving it a sweet but deadly air that could captivate a person's taste buds so much they'd be oblivious to the threat that was literally consuming them. The monster looked at the operatives and let out a loud bloodcurdling roar that echoed throughout the factory, striking even more terror into their hearts. "Run!" screamed Numbuh 1, to which all three ran in different directions.

Numbuh 1 ran in the direction of one of the doors, hoping to find some refuge from their new foe that had been created inside the M.O.S.Q.U.I.T.T.O.H., but the Ice Cream Monster was surprisingly fast. It pursued her as she ran toward that door, aiming its right hand at its target who looked back at it. A volley of smaller cones flew out of that hand in Numbuh 1's direction, piercing her clothes and pinning her to the wall. Some of the cones landed on different spots in the wall (and a few on the floor as well) as if Numbuh 1 were a knife thrower's target at the circus.

The monster turned its attention to Numbuh 5, who was running in the opposite direction, growling as it began to make its next move. It stood in place, reaching its full monster height as it took a deep breath in as if getting ready to blow out birthday candles, then expelled a big squirt of whipped cream from its mouth. The cream landed in a huge swirl that completely smothered Alberto, who tried to escape, but his attempt was thwarted by a huge cherry that landed on top of the pile.

Meanwhile, Numbuh 3 was opening a light gray door, which led to the main office of the building, still seeking something to keep him warm. "Hello...?" he asked, still shivering as he walked inside. "Brrr...it's so cold. Need blanket." The office had a wooden floor that supported a wood desk and two gray file cabinets, a few pictures on the brown walls, and a window with light green blinds. Atop the cabinets were folders, books, and binders of all colors; which contained various things like the flavor inventory list and the plans of the Ice Cream Women and their employers; and the top drawer of the taller one had been left open, though Numbuh 3 wasn't sure if there was anything useful inside it, not when he was trying to find his heat source to combat the cold extending to the room. The desk had a yellow phone, a computer with a light yellow monitor and a light turquoise keyboard, a pink coffee mug, and a few sticky notes situated on top, while a red chair sat next to it waiting for someone to attend to these items. And, on one of the walls, was something Kenji was looking for—a thermostat, which was currently set to 20°F. He stopped at the desk and turned toward that wall, noticing the thermostat and walking to inspect it. "Hm?" he asked as he read the settings.

Back in the factory, the Ice Cream Monster was standing over the fallen boy in whipped cream, feeling proud of its one-sided victory. Numbuh 4, who had reached a wall perpendicular to the one Numbuh 1 was pinned to, looked at the monster and decided she could challenge it head-on. "Hey, Frosty!" she shouted, taking a step forward. The behemoth turned its attention toward the Australian girl with braids in her hair. "Come get a lickin'!" she shouted, shaking her left fist slightly. But the sweet titan looked at her for a few moments and simply picked her up, dipped her in a tank of fudge, and set her back on the ground. "You think chocolate can...stop...me? Then..." she bragged before the fudge solidified and her speech became unintelligibly muffled under the cocoa mold of herself. "I...hate...you..." she managed to get out of her mouth.

With Numbuh 3 in the office, he was still shivering as the cold penetrated his suit, having managed to turn the thermostat up to 58°F before his hand gave out momentarily. Desperate to get a fresh feel of warm air on his body again like the comfy blankets back at home and in his team's treehouse, he moved his hand up to grab the dial again, moving it down to 40°F before making the effort to turn it up again—this time, to the highest setting, indicated by the words "LIKE, ELEVENTY BILLION DEGREES" written in red letters. This reached the heater, causing it to shake for a few moments and expel fire from its vents.

Meanwhile, the DCFDTL were victoriously walking towards the bald-spotted British girl pinned to the wall, grinning at having finally gotten their closure, but still unaware of the flames fanning in the vents all around them. "So, Numbuh 1," they smugly boasted, "looks like your party's over." They laughed maniacally as Nicole struggled to free herself from her cone bonds and the Ice Cream Monster stood over her, ready to finish her off. "Daddy..." she squeaked, freezing in terror as she braced herself for what would happen next.

But before the monster could help itself to the first course of its meal, some nearby air vents shook, ready to unleash their fury upon it. Fire blew out of them as if they were dragons, reaching down towards the ice cream monstrosity, who started feeling the heat on some of its spikes. It was the one who began to scream as it tried to shield itself from the blaze, vigorously trying to prevent its flaming end. The DCFDTL and Numbuh 1 looked at the commotion, confused as to where the heat was coming from. "What?" the DCFDTL asked, their plans literally up in flames, as Numbuhs 4 and 5 also broke their heads free from their imprisonment to watch. The monster continued screaming in pain and trying to shake fire off of itself as it began melting in a puddle of vanilla (and eventually chocolate and strawberry as well).

Numbuh 3 emerged from the office, finally having accomplished his goal, and elatedly ran out to join the others. "I found a heater!" he happily said with a spring in his step, his heart pounding a victorious tune. Then he stopped midway and noticed the Ice Cream Monster, which piqued his interest. "What's that?" he asked, pointing at the ebbing monster who continued feebly trying to stay alive for as long as possible. As soon as it had completely melted, he put his hands on his hips and asked, "Did you start the party without me?", before being swept up in a river of ice cream.

The other numbuhs got washed up by the sudden blast as well, jerking them toward the exit. Numbuh 1 and her cones were torn from the wall and the floor, Numbuh 5 and his cream prison were swept up from the ground, and Numbuh 4 and her fudge confines were also unstuck from the floor, causing all three to scream as they contined downstream. Meanwhile, Numbuh 2, who was completely unharmed by the chocolate foot that had squished her, emerged from some melted chocolate ice cream, licking the luscious dairy water that surrounded her and having the time of her life. "Mmm, chocolate!" she burst out, unaware of the even greater time that was approaching her. When her wave came, she screamed happily as it jerked her along with the others.

"A heater?!" the Delightful Children asked, confused at the river of melting ice cream. Then this confusion changed to anger as they turned to two nearby Ice Cream Women, who had also come out to watch. "Who puts a heater in an ice cream factory?!"

But the Ice Cream Women shrugged as all seven were claimed by the tide, along with everyone else who happened to be in the factory, and they began screaming.

Soon the wave grew so powerful the factory was struggling to contain it, but it eventually lost the battle and began to shake before the sweet tide tore it up and continued its onslaught.

Meanwhile, elsewhere in town, today was still another ordinary day—blue sky with a few faint clouds, green grass, quiet neighborhoods, birds chirping, cars driving on the road at the speed limit—and some happiness that was soon to come.

The two kids were still saddened by not having ice cream, their hearts sinking as they looked down the street for an ice cream truck that would stop for them. After a long while of having glanced down the street, they gave up their hopes, looking at the ground and sighing as this day began to grow worse and worse for them. But little did they know some excitement would be coming their way.

The tsunami of ice cream that had come from the factory was speeding down the street; carrying with it the KND operatives, the Ice Cream Women, the DCFDTL, the destroyed M.O.S.Q.U.I.T.T.O.H., some of the remains of the factory, some passersby, some trees and cars, and even a few birds who had happened to land on houses and trees that day; and persuading anyone and anything else it could find to join it in its party, including the dejected kids who had been refused ice cream by the driver of the hijacked truck earlier. The two of them screamed as they were also swept up by the tide, being literally jerked off their feet into a wave of excitement.

"What now, Numbuh 1?" Numbuh 5 asked, looking at the team's leader. She hesitated, deep in thought, and then Numbuh 3 waved his hands up in the air and broke her train with an elated "Party! Ice cream party!" The others were confused as to what to do, then they just resigned to join in the cheer (except the Delightful Children and the Ice Cream Women, whose plans had been foiled).

"Man, I like it when things are too easy!" Numbuh 5 said to Numbuh 1, looking at their leader again, who just smiled, before both joined in the cheer again.

This continued long and hard into the day as the wave carried them into the sunset, everyone happy at finally having their long-awaited ice cream party—kids, teens, adults, and everyone else alike—and going wherever the flow would carry them. This was a successful mission not only for the KND, but for everyone else (except the sulking villains) involved and swept up, their invitations never expiring and keeping them happy for days to come.

End Transmission

The next chapter, "Operation: C.A.N.N.O.N.," will be coming up as soon as I finish it! Be on the lookout!