This chapter, like I've said earlier, is here as promised! It's based on "Operation: N.O.-P.O.W.U.H.," the fourth episode to air and the second to be produced. It marks the first appearance of Gramma Stuffum (or her counterpart Papa Stuffum) and the hamsters who power the Sector V treehouse (well, technically, they first appeared in "Operation: C.A.K.E.D.," but the fact they power the treehouse wasn't revealed until this episode/chapter), and the first and arguably only major (or closest to major, like the Proper Patrol before them) appearance of the Parent Teacher Organization Of Eradiating Youngsters (PTOOEY; who make cameos in several more episodes, Operation: Z.E.R.O., and were the ones who compiled the secret file in "Top Secret Files," the chapter based on which will be the first chapter of Comics, Part 1). There's also a cameo from the Toiletnator, who makes his (or, in this case, her) first appearance before his/her first major one in "Operation: M.O.V.I.E." (the chapter based on which will be the seventeenth of Series 2). I also made up the genderbent counterparts of the Toiletnator, the PTOOEY, Onions and Liver, and the hamsters myself. Let's start reading this chapter, shall we?

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Kids Next Door Mission
Operation
N.O.-P.O.W.U.H.

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Pulverize
Opposition
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Utilizing
Hamsters

It was a cloudy day at Numbuh 1 and her team's treehouse, the sky very dark as if signaling a thunderstorm. The wind was blowing very hard, hitting the structure and its tree from all angles, and arousing the ears of the operatives inside. It turned out there was a storm coming, just not a thunderstorm.

Their leader was a redheaded woman with short hair, a short mustache, and a small bald spot on top of her head. She wore a pair of glasses with oval lenses, a dark violet suit with a light blue dress shirt and a red tie (which had an unusual wide end with a wavy form and was held in place by a gold clip), a pair of black boots, and a red cape; and she possessed the power of flight. She was the Principal, and she was as ready as ever for the attack on the treehouse to begin. "Parent Teacher Organization Of Eradicating Youngsters," she addressed her team, pointing her right finger in the air as she flew toward a spot in the sky several yards in front of the street and above multiple houses, "attack!" She flew toward the top of the treehouse, making a rotation or two around it before she reached her destination.

The operatives inside, however, had made preparations for such an attack, which would catch the Principal off guard when she thought the attack would be a piece of cake. To that end, the laser turret at the top fired a laser at her and passed through one of the three big circular glass lenses, but she dodged and flew around them, dodging another laser that was fired at her (laughing both times). Just when she began to think she was invincible, the turret fired a third laser, zapping and electrocuting her and causing her to scream weakly as she fell to the ground smoking, her glasses askew.

Meanwhile, inside the treehouse, the elevator door opened, revealing Numbuh 1, who had heard all this. "Code Red!" she yelled, throwing her fists in the air as tiny streams of electricity zapped around the outlets in the power strip. "The treehouse is under attack!" The elevator door closed. "Kids Next Door, battle stations!" she shouted to her teammates, running down the stairs to signal them to take down the PTOOEY as well.

"I'll take care of those study-happy sickos!" Numbuh 4 yelled, holding a wooden gun-like weapon with two planks connected by a thin metal hinge and a magnet attracting the second plank by two nails hammered into its outer end, and looking for the incoming threat.

Just then, a woman jumped into the treehouse, landing beside the closest left window to the elevator. She had dark gray hair all over the top of her head (except a bald ring surrounding a few hairs standing up); wore a white undershirt, a pair of light teal boxer shorts with light yellow polka dots, a necktie with dark blue and sky blue stripes, a pair of dark blue socks, a pair of red slippers, and a pair of matching red gloves; and held a piece of paper in her right hand. "Mad Mom mad!" she shouted, catching Willie's attention. She showed her the piece of paper, revealing it to be a report card with a big red F- on the top right-hand side, and shook her right hand. "You get bad repor card..." she continued, preparing to pounce on the Australian girl, "AGAIN!" Mad Mom jumped toward Willie, who said "What?!" in surprise before pulling the trigger and flinging the attracted plank toward her enemy. "Oooof..." Mad Mom said as the plank hit her in the belly and she fell to the ground.

"And that ain't my report card, you nut!" Numbuh 4 shouted at her as she hit the floor and electricity buzzed around the wood weapon.

Numbuh 3 was standing at the window opposite where Mad Mom had landed, also looking for the enemy attacking the treehouse, and holding a gun loaded with teddy bears. He caught sight of a thin woman in a dark blue graduation gown and a matching cap with a black tassel, and signaled to Numbuh 5, who ran over quickly. "Plug me in, Numbuh 5!" he shouted, ready to take this woman down.

"Power is on!" Alberto responded, plugging the weapon into a socket. Kenji jumped toward the window, aiming it and looking for this woman so he could shoot the plushies at her.

"You cannot defeat the Terrible Tutor!" yelled this woman, who was flying back and forth before the window. She had brown hair; also wore a white dress shirt, gray dress pants, a yellow tie, a pair of white socks, a pair of dark gray dress shoes, and a yellow visor that completely obscured her eyes; and her gown's sleeves were huge like those on a wizard's robe. She stopped several yards in front of the window, aiming the sleeves at Numbuh 3 and firing a book out of each one. Kenji shot a teddy bear at each of these books, and then one at the Terrible Tutor's face, which knocked her out of the air.

A few seconds after that, an old man with slightly bluish light gray hair came to the treehouse on a wooden office chair with a propellor. He wore a short-sleeved green dress shirt, a pair of matching green dress pants, a pair of brown dress shoes, a pair of glasses with circular lenses, and a red cravat bow tie with long ends; and he had the five operatives dead in his sights. He flew quickly toward the treehouse, preparing to land an attack. "Numbuh 2, the Heli-Teacher's all yours!" Numbuh 3 shouted to Hillary, who was standing next to the window to the right of Kenji's with her new invention: a catapult made with a large red rubber band, a yellowish brown arm, a metal connector, and a manual shift lever. She gave a thumbs-up, took a chicken bone out of her mouth, and loaded it into the machine, firing it at her adversary.

But the bone only did minimal damage to the chair, hitting the stile to the Heli-Teacher's left and bouncing off of it. He laughed it off, accelerating his heli-chair toward the treehouse and easily flying through the window. "Your aim is as bad as your schoolwork!" he boasted, thinking the attack would finally succeed.

But as he continued laughing about it, Numbuh 5 turned his head toward him and grabbed a gun that was sparking with electricity where it was plugged in. The gun was mostly made of wood, with a red flashlight on the top above the trigger, a small magnifying glass in front of the flashlight, an open tin can in the front held on by white packing tape, and a green plastic bottle covered with duct tape sticking out of the can. He aimed it at the Heli-Teacher and fired, shooting out a ray from the flashlight that was converted into a red laser, which hit the propellor and stalled the chair. "Ooohhh..." the Heli-Teacher said as the chair stood suspended in the air for a few seconds, and then he screamed as it fell to the ground outside the treehouse.

Finally, a few seconds after he landed, a giant man with orange hair jumped through a huge hole in the treehouse's wall. He wore a blue T-shirt and matching blue pants that formed a giant two-layer M in the center together (the thicker top layer was purplish pink and the thinner bottom layer was cold pink), a pair of matching blue shoes, two purplish pink bracelets on each hand, a purplish pink mask, and wielded a light pink purse in his left hand. He looked around the room, spotting the five operatives and relishing the thought of delivering the hurt to them with his purse. "Naughty children make Midwestern Dad angry!" he shouted, going red in the face and waving his fists in the air.

Anticipating this, Nicole stood next to a machine consisting of a washing machine with the agitator lifted out, two control panels, a wooden mechanical arm, and a stack of trash can lids with two or three fly swatters (each one red or blue) stuck to it. "Energiphigic Fly Swatter," she ordered, pointing up at the machine as its arm grabbed the top lid, "FIRE!" She pressed a large red button, which made the arm fling the top lid at Midwestern Dad like a Frisbee. The projectile hit him in his sternum below his neck, sending him flying backwards through the hole and screaming as he fell to the ground.

At the bottom of the treehouse's tree, the others in the PTOOEY were sulking in defeat (the Principal still smoking and her glasses still askew), having been knocked out by some of the most awesome kids in the history of the world. They stood in the front yard of a house two houses over from where the operatives' tree grew, thinking of what to do next and how to defeat the numbuhs in the future, when suddenly Midwestern Dad hit the ground, creating a huge dent in the earth about eight inches deep and several smaller cracks around it. "Retreeeeat!" the Principal yelled, pointing her left index finger to the sky. The five oppressive adults all ran in different directions, wailing in defeat and cursing the Kids Next Door all the while.

Back inside the treehouse, the team stared down at their downed adversaries, victoriously smiling as the latter continued their retreat. "You heard the woman!" Numbuh 1 shouted back, happy at her and her team having won another day.

"Yeah!" Numbuh 2 agreed, elatedly throwing her fists in the air. "We kicked butt!"

But Numbuh 1 was not pleased at her words. "Numbuh 2!" she yelled, pointing at Hillary's simple contraption. "What is this?"

"Ummm..." Numbuh 2 nervously began, trying to think of a good name for the invention as she rotated her index fingers like wheels. "A Rubber Band Food Flinger?"

"A rubber band..." Numbuh 1 continued, grabbing the band and releasing an imaginary projectile, "food flinger?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" She furiously clenched her fists. "Our super amazing treehouse," she continued lecturing, walking up to Hillary, "supreme center of our 2x4 Technology, is home to an inexhaustible power supply..." She got into Numbuh 2's face, clenching her fists and pointing at her teammate. "And all you can think to make is a big rubber band?!" she fumed, grabbing Hillary by the strap of her helmet. "Come on!", she finished, yanking her toward another part of the treehouse.

They stopped at two metal doors, the left-hand one of which had a large red button waiting to be pressed, where all the other teammates were gathered. "Behold," Nicole began, pressing the button to reveal blasts of green energy sparking all around and thousands of hamsters running on their exercise wheels, "the Power Core!" She walked inside, with Hillary following close behind. "The most massive power source in the world, generated by thousands upon thousands of scurring hamsters!" she continued, admiring the work the hamsters were doing. "Oh, it's so beautiful..."

Then suddenly, one of the hamsters stopped spinning her wheel. She pulled a tiny red-and-white sombrero from out of nowhere, putting it on and jumping to the ground. The others soon followed her (their sombreros in a multitude of two-color schemes), swarming out of the room and taking the numbuhs by surprise. "Huh?" Nicole asked, observing the rip current of tiny rodents flowing out the door. "What's going on?!" She put her hands on her bald-spotted head and waved them in the air. "Where are you all going? Stop!" She grew mortified, thinking about the next hopeless time they would try to attack. "My precious power source..." she said weakly, then it turned to anger as the last hamster ran by. "WHO DID THIS?!" she demanded, throwing her fists in the air.

Numbuh 3 skipped by her and Hillary. "I did!" he answered, excited for the fun times ahead for the small rodents.

"What?!" Numbuh 1 responded, her fury replaced by shock.

"They were tired, silly!" Numbuh 3 replied, leaning in Nicole's direction with his hands behind his back. "Hamsters work so hard," he began explaining, throwing his hands in the air, "they need a vacation!" A big smile spread across his face as he threw his hands and head up in the air. "Hamster holiday! Fun for all!" he cheered, waving his hands.

Then, suddenly, the power went out, darkening the whole treehouse and sapping out all the electricity. Numbuhs 1, 2, 4, and 5 looked up at a dimming light; but Numbuh 3 still smiled. "Yay! Scary party!" he continued cheering, optimistic at all the ways they could still have fun.

Meanwhile, at the DCFDTL's mansion, the five uncanny blue-eyed children were sitting at a desk on the top floor, conducting interviews for potential villains to take down their enemies.

They had just finished one with a woman in a yellow suit that covered her whole body except her head (which had a mask modeled after a roll of toilet paper covering a lot of it sans her eyes, mouth, chin, and the tip of her nose), a lavender toilet seat around her neck and resting against the back of her head, a pair of red boots, a narrow paper cape attached to the back of the toilet seat, and a roll of toilet paper on each wrist. She had described her experience flushing operatives down the toilet, her abilities to wrap people in toilet paper, and her potential to launch surprise attacks. However, the DCFDTL weren't buying it, having seen her poor track record working with other villains and her tendency to screw up her missions. Given that, they were ready to eject her from their list of candidates, literally as well as figuratively.

"Thank you for coming, Ms. Toiletnator," they said in unison, "but you're not the type of villain we're looking for." Blair moved her finger toward a red button on the desk.

"W-wait!", the Toiletnator stammered desperately, waving her hand to try to prevent this. "I can do other stuff!"

But it was too late. Blair pressed the button and activated a spring underneath the floor, launching the Toiletnator through the skylight on the ceiling above and leaving a roll of toilet paper that bounced to the left on the desk. "Next!" the DCFDTL yelled, irritated at their slowly dwindling time.

The next thing they knew, the floor rumbled, heavy footsteps coming toward the room. The surrounding wall cracked, and the doors fell forward off of their hinges, hitting the floor with a big thud.

Just outside the doorway was a huge old man with short gray hair, whose massive size and girth were truly a splendor to behold (and/or cower in terror at), and whose head looked like it didn't belong to his body (it was about as large as his hands). He wore a pair of glasses with oval lenses, a huge light blue shirt covering half his legs (which had big red buttons on it), a pair of tan pants, and a pair of pink slippers. He carried a huge pot (which was overflowing with some red sauce) in his right hand, ready to feed whatever was inside to any unsuspecting child so they (as he claimed) couldn't get into trouble, especially those in the Kids Next Door (whom he'd heard were so naughty they deserved endless plates of liver and brussel sprouts).

"Oooooh! You are childrens!" he said in a thick Bavarian accent, ready to literally smash his interview with the DCFDTL. "And so skinny are you!" He broke the doorway, kicking two holes in the wall to facilitate entering the room. "Papa Stuffum make you snack of liverwurst headcheese casserole!" he continued, opening his pot and throwing the lid aside.

The contents were truly gross—they consisted of chunks of casu martzu full of maggots, spinach sautéed to an ungodly degree, big chunks of liver, greasy pork from unruly hogs' feet, a huge helping of black olives, heaps upon heaps of raw onions, puffs of asparagus and brussel sprouts, and other disgusting things in red slime—which Papa Stuffum wanted to make clear to any unruly child unfortunate to try it. He took a purple spoon, pulled some of the dish out of the pot with some difficulty, and threw it on the floor, where it turned into a melting monster that began to threaten the DCFDTL.

"But we've already eaten!" the Delightful Children pleaded, hoping the great big villain would spare them from being consumed by the advancing monster.

"Nonsense!" Papa Stuffum said, refusing to believe their word. "You are so very skinny."

"But if we eat all your delicous food," protested the DCFDTL as the monster got on top of their desk, "there won't be any for those poor starving Kids Next Door."

"Starving?" the huge villain asked, taken aback by their words, as the monster stopped threatening the five eerie kids.

"They're famished," they replied smugly, "and they live right next door." They chuckled evilly, directing Papa Stuffum's attention toward the smashed doorway, which showed the treehouse of Nicole and her teammates.

After a few moments, the evildoer thought of a plan. "Liver! Onions!" he called.

Two onions (one white and one yellow) and a liver (all of whom had faces and legs) immediately rushed in front of him, awaiting orders from their commander. "Yes, Papa?" the liver asked, saluting with her aorta.

"It is time..." he began, rubbing his hands in excitement, "to prepare...a feast!" All four of them began laughing evilly (the onions jumping up and down) as the DCFDTL grinned, awaiting the humiliating downfall of the numbuhs inside the treehouse.

Back at the treehouse, the operatives were adjusting to their new life without power. Numbuhs 2–5 were entertaining themselves with flashlights, Kenji and Alberto telling spooky stories, and Willie and Hillary running around pretending their flashlights were lightsabers; while Nicole was in another room preparing for another potential villain attack.

"But little did he know," Alberto said, shining his flashlight up to a cannon sticking out of the skylight and the leaves surrounding it, and then moving it toward a spiraling staircase toward a chair atop a lookout perch, "that the spooky, spooky treehouse ghost..." He moved it toward the elevator door as Kenji looked at him in anticipation. "Was really..." Numbuh 5 continued as he prepared to make his reveal. "Me!" he shouted quickly, pointing the light at his own face.

"Eeeee!" Numbuh 3 screamed, his flashlight shining on his own face as a smile lit it up as well. "Spooky ghost! Yay!" he continued, throwing his hands and head up in the air as Hillary and Willie ran by them.

Numbuhs 2 and 4 jumped up in the air, landing several yards in front of another doorway and beginning their imaginary duel. "You cannot escape me!" Hillary yelled as Willie moved her flashlight beam forward, the former swinging her imaginary blade at the latter's light. They made lightsaber noises and fought for several seconds before Nicole snapped into the room.

"WOULD YOU GUYS QUIT FOOLING AROUND?!" she yelled, startling everyone. "This is serious!" She pacing back and forth before the tree's main trunk for a few seconds, then she stopped and felt terror filling her body. "No hamsters, no power!" she continued, throwing her hands in the air beside her. "We're defenseless!" she finished, trembling in panic.

The rest of the team didn't seem bothered by this, especially Numbuh 3, who stood there with a big smile on his face. Numbuh 5 turned to him, dumbfounded, and asked, "I wonder what hamsters do on vacation?"

Around the same time, the hamsters were enjoying themselves at a beach near a boardwalk park, lying down on the towels, stuffing their faces with all kinds of food, and swimming in the ocean near the shore. They were happy to finally have some time off of their extremely exhausting job (and so was Kenji), which showed in their smiles filled with sunshine (both literal and figurative) as they watched the clouds meander by and a ship sail in the distance.

But Numbuh 1 didn't seem to share the hamsters' excitement back at the treehouse where she and her team were standing. She was still panicking and trembling in terror at the attacks they would have to survive without their main power source. "No power!" she yelled, resuming her pacing. "That means no Electro-Repulsor Defense Web, no Mega-Voltage Soup Can Laser, no defenses!"

But Numbuh 5 was unfazed by this. "Oh, relax," he said, making a motion with his left hand for Nicole to simmer down, "what's the worst that can happen?"

"What could happen?" she said, annoyed at her teammate's statement. Just then, the wall behind her broke and fell to the ground with some heavy footsteps not far behind her revealing none other than the DCFDTL's newly hired villainous employee Papa Stuffum standing inside the hole, ready to serve his disgusting meals to these "poor starving Kids Next Door" to finally take them down. Nicole looked up at his face, not quite ready to face her new foe in combat without the hamsters. "That could happen!" she snapped back at her team, pointing at their new adversary.

"Oh, look at all those skinny childrens!" the huge villain said in a mocking sweet tone, looking around the room at his five opponents standing in front of him in horror. "You need to EAT!" He started shaking his left index finger. "And nothing fattens you up like..." he continued, pulling out a pot heaping with grayish green gunky spinach, "good, yucky, healthy food!" He threw a few piles in front of them, which morphed into humanoid monsters who towered above the five numbuhs.

"Ugh, spinach," Numbuh 1 said, disgustedly sticking out her tongue.

But Numbuh 4 did not share in this yucky sentiment. "Bah," she began with a mixture of annoyance, apathy, and confidence; holding her hands out in fists. "Just a bunch of cruddy food." She moved her fists in front of her, preparing to jump at them like she did with the robots she regularly sparred with in wrestling matches. "These guys are MINE!" she shouted, jumping up and doing a forward flip, and then landing in front of two of the monsters. She kicked the head off the one on her right and decapitated the one on her left via a punch, leaving them rubbing the bases of their necks. "Heh, they ain't so tough," Willie said triumphantly, surprised at how easy her foes had gone down. But little did she know she had only succeeded in making them more angry.

The two monsters grew back their heads after several seconds, surprising the Australian girl. "Uh-oh," she said, a wave of desperation beginning to wash over her as she thought of what to do next.

Liver saw this as well, seizing an opportunity to take Numbuh 4 down to her knees. "Cream that kid!" she ordered, waving her duodenum, while Papa Stuffum clapped his hands and Onions jumped up and down, all three laughing maniacally.

One of the spinach monsters sprung into action, engaging Numbuh 4 in a fistfight. It tried to punch her with its left hand and then its right, but Willie dodged both. When this happened, it lifted its flat hands above its head and pulled her mouth open, stuffing itself down her throat and taking her by surprise as Numbuh 2 started enthusiastically chowing down on another spinach monster.

At the same time, Numbuh 3 was running to the other side of the treehouse, pursued by two pig legs with bones sticking out of the tops. His adrenaline rushed and his heart beat faster, gripped by the terror inside, as he continued on, hoping to avoid being kicked (or, even worse, fed) by one or both of the legs. Then suddenly he saw his teddy bear gun lying on the stairs, giving him a glimmer of hope as he saw his chance to help defeat Papa Stuffum and his minions. He jumped toward the gun with a front flip and a 180° turn, picking it up and taking aim at his shocked enemies. "Hahahahaha!" he laughed triumphantly as he cocked his weapon, but when he tried to fire, the plush animal in the front just fell out. "Hey..." he began, trying to repower the weapon by flipping the red switch back and forth several times, before realizing the energy the hamsters provided wasn't there to help him. "Uh-oh..." he said, freezing in terror as the pig legs seized their opportunity to attack. They jumped into his mouth, bones and all, and knocked him down as they shoved themselves down his gullet.

Elsewhere in the treehouse; a giant hunk of stinky cheese with arms, legs, and a mouth drooling melted cheese was chasing Nicole; trying to make her stop so it could force itself into her digestive system. She ran around the floor, trying to find a weapon to use against the monster, when suddenly she thought of the weapon she had used to take down Midwestern Dad in their battle with the PTOOEY. She made a beeline toward the machine, stopping at the control panel opposite the one with the button, and the stinky cheese monster began advancing upon her. "Stay back, you giant cheese monster thing!" she shouted, backing away as the hunk advanced upon her. "I've got an Energiphigic Fly Swatter, and I'm not afraid to use..." she continued, pressing the button several times to fire the weapon to no avail, "...it?" She froze in terror, completely at the mercy of the monster, who forced itself into her mouth and gave her a stomachache that immobilized her in a pile of foul-smelling dairy remains.

On the other side, Numbuh 5 was cornered by a grilled cheese sandwich monster, who stared hungrily (or rather, assuming he was hungry) at him with its two olive eyes with red irises. It growled, showing the menacing melted cheese in its mouth that formed teeth and saliva, and began spitting some of it at its target. The French/African-American boy dodged the initial shots, trying to avoid getting his shoes all sticky, and then he suddenly saw his flashlight gun behind the trunk he was standing next to. "Looks like Numbuh 5's gonna have to grill your cheese," he said, grabbing the gun and preparing to fire it at the monster. But every time he pulled the trigger, nothing came out of the flashlight, let alone the bottle. Realizing the gun had no power, he froze in terror and said, "Aww, maaaan!", gasping and resigning himself to his fate of being stuffed.

But before this process could begin, a pair of hands grabbed the toothpicks holding the olives and pulled them out, shocking the monster. Numbuh 2 arose from behind her and her teammate's adversary, opening her mouth wide and pulling the right olive off of its toothpick with her teeth, chewing and swallowing without much trouble, and then repeating the process with the left one. Feeling excited about getting to eat her way out of trouble, Hillary took another big bite out of the monster's head and chewed it up with gusto. "Oh, this is fun!" she shouted between mouthfuls, taking another handful with her left hand and preparing to stuff it into her mouth.

While Hillary was polishing off the grilled cheese sandwich monster, two more disgusting food items (one that looked like a furry sausage the color of cheese and another a third of its height resembling a huge candy/bottle hybrid) were chasing Kenji, trying to get him to stop so they could share the same fate as the pig legs. "Catch him before he runs all of that fat off!" Liver ordered, hoping the attack would succeed, when suddenly a brussel sprout head rolled up next to her.

"Sir, we've got a problem," it said, directing her and Onions' attention toward the commotion in question.

Numbuh 2 was surrounded on three sides by more of Papa Stuffum's creations, who were trying to wear her down, but she stood her ground. She grabbed the huge meaty marshmallow on her left by its bone, shoving it down her throat with no trouble and a big smile on her face, and then she returned to her serious expression as she took the octopus burger to her right and tossed it in the air. When it reached her open mouth, she devoured it in one bite, enthusiastically slurping down the last tentacle like a wet noodle before focusing her energy on the huge red pot in front of her. She prepared to jump and eat the luscious (to her, though disgusting to everyone else) contents; which consisted of three-month-old pork fat mixed with sour cream, spicy mustard, and a little engine grease; huge raw onion strips; and huge soggy bread chunks that stuck out ready to push themselves down her all-devouring throat. "Banzai!" she screamed as she made her leap, landing headfirst into the pot and beginning the next course of her feast. The red pot felt a sudden jolt in its feet as it walked backward, trying to regain its balance and keep itself from falling on the hard wooden floor, but it failed and collapsed on its back from exhaustion. Hillary stuck her head out of the pot, licking her lips in joy, and looking forward to eating more of the fat villain's cooking. "Mmmmm!" she said enthusiastically, emerging from the pot.

Meanwhile, Liver and Brussel Sprout were watching her nosh on their army to seemingly no end, fearing for their lives as they tried to think of a solution to their Numbuh 2 problem. "We can't stop an appetite like that," Liver said, pointing at Numbuh 2 with her duodenum. "Get rid of her!" she shouted, directing Brussel Sprout toward the fat Jewish-American girl.

"Yes sir!" Brussel Sprout yelled, literally rolling into combat.

She rolled around Numbuhs 1 and 4, who were preoccupied with trying to spit out some more of the food (spinach and a shredded kidney kebab with vein-like spicy yellow mustard patterns respectively) to no avail, and did a 360° turn before making one to the left in order to take out the food army's most formidable foe (leaving a short and slimy green trail in the process).

Hillary was chasing after two giant moldy potato monsters with mushrooms growing out of the top, who were running away for their lives (well, they wanted to be eaten, but not if they weren't the ones initiating the process forcefully), and holding out her flat hands not unlike an airplane all the while. "Come to Numbuh 2!" she shouted, maintaining a steady pace as they began to run faster and work up the energy to stop her from beginning the eating process, just before Brussel Sprout rolled in front of her. "Whooahhh!" she screamed, tripping on the brussel sprout and sliding across the room like a bowling ball (knocking over Numbuhs 3-5 like bowling pins in the process while they were being force-fed with Papa Stuffum's army) before she hit the stairs to the elevator. The elevator door opened as she flew through, which led her to a spiral staircase that she tumbled down, screaming in pain all the while.

Back at the treehouse, Numbuhs 1 and 3 were experiencing the pain of having more spinach monsters and other evil foodstuffs forced down their throats, trying to shake off the painful feeling in their stomachs. "This food is disgusting!" Nicole complained as another spinach monster went down her throat, as Kenji futilely tried to get one out of his.

But Papa Stuffum refused to listen to them, wanting them to eat his disgusting food until they were his narrow definition of "fat and happy." "But childrens," he began, brandishing a small purple pot overflowing with a foul-smelling orange gooey concoction, "it's time for the second course..." He poured the contents out, spreading them in a straight line from right to left in front of him. "So eat!" he finished, as the substance sprouted out more monsters.

Willie grunted as she got up from all the food she'd been fed up until now. "Bring it on, grampsie!" she said, bravely standing up, forming her hands into fists, trying to hide her fear. She gulped at the sight of the food army before her. "A little snack won't stop us!" she yelled, charging toward the enemies threatening to take down her and her teammates.

"Kids Next Door, attack!" Nicole yelled, emerging from a pile of brown mush with onions and bread and running toward the army.

They ran and jumped toward the edible monsters, fighting them off as hard as they could with their hands and feet (and trying to shake them off), but the villains had another trick up their sleeves. They dumped a multitude of other items on them, overwhelming and outnumbering the numbuhs, seizing their big opportunity for an easy victory.

But little did they know there was one little (or big, given the appetite) obstacle to that victory, which would upend their and the DCFDTL's plans to get rid of the KND once and for all.

Some time later, the food army had taken its toll on the Kids Next Door operatives. They were all too obese to move or even feel good for long, too bad taste-ridden in their mouths to think about much else, and too miserable to continue going on their missions (with the exception of Numbuh 2, who was still making her way back up the spiraling staircase). Numbuhs 1, 3, 4, and 5 were all thrown in the ground in that order (albeit with the last two landing at the same time); groaning and struggling to work off that painful feeling Papa Stuffum and his army had inflicted upon them.

"My...belly hurts..." Numbuh 3 said, straining to get his words out from under layers of painful fat on his voice box.

"So fat...so...sleepy..." Numbuh 1 agreed, the front of her shirt covered in edible gunk, trying to stay awake.

But Papa Stuffum didn't take their real feelings into account, as he just stared at them with his hands just above his hips. "Good," he began, pointing his left index finger in the air, uncaring of their new awkward situation. "Pleasantly plump and with your grandfather you should be...eh?" Liver started tugging at his shirt with her duodenum. "What is it?" he asked, looking down at her.

"There's only four here, one has escaped!" Liver informed him, her duodenum and her aorta spewing sticky green liquid as they shaked.

"What?!" Papa Stuffum replied, fearing what the DCFDTL would say if they found out they had failed. "Find her now!" he ordered, literally going red in the face with fury.

"Ahem!" said a voice at the elevator door.

"Huh?" the villain responded with a mix of shock and frustration in his voice, still red in the face.

Numbuh 2 was standing in the doorway, wearing a new outfit and brandishing food and kitchen utensils.

She had taken her shirt off, put a torn white sleeveless crop top on in its place, swapped her helmet for a small saucepot she wore with the handle facing to her left, and wrapped a red bandana around that pot that she chose to show her readiness for any challenge that lay ahead. She'd also wrapped a belt around her upper body that bristled with condiment weaponry from the kitchen; including the salt and pepper shakers and a bottle each of mustard, ketchup, and chocolate sauce; which ignited her taste buds for revenge that was not only sweet but all other taste groups as well (albeit the kind that would make most kids gag at the sight or scent of the cooking it came from). In addition, she held a wooden tenderizing mallet in her left hand and a metal and rubber whisk in her right, ready to put the hurt on the army that stood before her (albeit the kind they didn't want, but knew they couldn't avoid because of Hillary's appetite). Standing with her hands spread out before her foe, she looked through her goggles and prepared herself for an even more formidable fight with him and his army. "It's snack time, Herr!" she shouted as she began to make more room in her seemingly bottomless stomach.

"'Snack time, Herr?'" Numbuh 5 said, unamused by this joke. "You got to be kidding me!"

"Feed the skinny one!" Papa Stuffum commanded his army, pointing his right finger upward and summoning all kinds of food monsters. "Stuff her with yucky food!"

With that, the second part of the battle was on. Hillary jumped into the air with a loud Tarzan yell as the food began charging at her, her heart pounding loud enough to drown out any threats and her stomach hungry for ever more food, and landed several yards in front of the army (but not before doing a 90° turn to her left). She jumped forward again, doing a front flip, and then landing in front of a light tan mass of yucky mush of all varieties. She caught it with her whisk and spun it around in the air, opening her mouth wide and allowing it in, chewing it happily all the while. She then dropped her cooking utensils and jumped forward a short distance; encountering another cheese sausage, another meaty marshmallow, a hairball in ice, and a tall kebab with slimy contents including frog legs at the bottom. She took out her bread, capturing the kebab, and then shoving it down her throat in a few bites without much trouble before moving on to the brownish orange gunk in front of her with her ketchup and mustard.

While this was happening, Papa Stuffum began to comprehend the danger of Numbuh 2's appetite, thinking of what next to send her way. After she had eaten several feet of that mushy gunk, he pointed his finger at the "skinny" fat girl. "Meat Pie Brigade!" he shouted, catching the attention of two pies with boar tusks skicking out, who were standing behind him. Attack!" These two pies jumped out from behind their leader at their target, intending to dent her appetite with their sharp points.

Hillary was beginning to wrap up eating the mush, but the next thing she knew, the pies were flying toward her. She was taken by surprise when she saw them; but she'd been trained to see things like this with even less warning; so as quickly as a flash she put down the remaining gunk, deposited the ketchup and mustard bottles back into her belt, and held out her hands to catch those pies. She greeted them with a quick "Hi guys" before throwing them in the air one at a time and devouring them, pans and all, licking her lips afterward.

She jumped forward a fourth time, landing among a group of food soldiers (two more hairballs in ice, another grilled cheese sandwich monster, another octopus burger, and one who looked like a cross between a brain and a whoopee cushion with arms and legs) who were ready to take her down once and for all. She prepared to make more room in her stomach, but they surprised her, trying to take her weapons (the grilled cheese monster biting her arm, the octopus burger grabbing for her arms, and the brain-like one squirting a red liquid at her face), forcing Hillary on the defensive.

"Yes!" Papa Stuffum said, seeing his chance for victory, as he held two pans heaping with more disgusting orange gunk to add to the huge pile already surrounding him. "The feast has only just begun!" he continued, prompting the mushy gunk to form a huge wave with a scary face that prepared to submerge Hillary.

"Uh-oh," Hillary said, feeling a deep sinking in her heart as she was completely overwhelmed by this wave. From there, she struggled to keep her head above disgusting foodstuff, grabbing a fistful and trying to decide whether to eat it, but she was forced to the bottom of the ocean. The immobly obese numbuhs gasped while this happened, fearing for their teammate's safety.

There was still hope, however, as the complete immersion in nasty edible gunk didn't break Numbuh 2's spirit, and she continued fighting courageously to get all the clutter out of her path (eating some of it in the process). When she had eaten enough to create a breakable barrier, she formed her left hand into a fist and began lifting the top layer, flinging it back in Papa Stuffum's direction. She delivered a few more punches, screaming battle cries all the way, preparing to make more room in her stomach, but the inevitably painful feeling finally caught up to her. "Ohhh..." she groaned, falling to her knees in exhaustion, her massively stretched-out stomach starting to take its toll. "No...more...food..." She burped loudly before falling flat on her face in the squishy mush.

Papa Stuffum chuckled maniacally, having finally achieved his victory (or so he thought). "Liver," he began, preparing to deliver the final culinary blow to his vanquished foes, "I think the childrens are ready for dessert!"

"Yes, Papa! Desserts!" Liver responded, saluting with her duodenum. "Forwaaard...MARCH!" she commanded as Onions began laughing and jumping up and down, but nothing happened. Seeing this, Liver's smug expression turned into a confused one. "Desserts?" she asked, looking around the room at the hole her superior had made in the wall. There, she found something detrimental to their plans.

There were a few dozen hamsters in the doorway eating the foodstuffs intended for the dessert army, stuffing their faces with happiness in their hearts and burping loudly all the while. They had come to the treehouse, ready to gobble up whatever it was the occupants had prepared for them, and their mouths were starting to water for seconds. Liver looked at them quizzically, trying to comprehend the situation and devise a way around it. "We're having hamsters for dessert?" she asked, hoping to get a satisfactory answer out of her superior.

"Hamsters?" the fat villain asked, annoyed at the remark. "Don't be so silly! I made the gorilla pie..." he began to lecture as he turned toward the liver, but he was cut off by the same sight beckoning him to come look at the eating spectacle outside. He turned his head toward the right, taking in the destruction of his dessert army. "Hamsters?!" he said in shock, desperately trying to think of a plan of counterattack.

As both he and Liver had presumed, the hamsters began running inside the treehouse, followed by hundreds more, squeaking excitedly at the big meal that awaited them. The operatives were also surprised by this shocking turn of events, watching the hamsters storm their base and rush toward the few food monsters who remained, the rodents' mouths watering all the while.

Help had arrived.

The hamsters stood inside the treehouse and on its balcony, the festival of smells beckoning them further inside, as they approached the elevator door (starting from which the remnants of the food army stood in a straight line). They formed a parallel line as well, some standing on top of others, their eager taste buds ready for more power to be had in addition to all the other food they had eaten that day. Their mouths hung open as they continued squeaking happily at the edible remnants standing frozen in terror, their tongues ready to lick all the lusciousness off of it and eat what their employers couldn't. They had returned from their vacation (a big storm had suddenly struck and threw seawater their way that threatened to wash them into the deep lagoon below), and they were ready to get their team's power back on track, literally as well as figuratively.

After a few moments of waiting, the hamsters all pounced forward, excited at last to consume the last of Papa Stuffum's yucky army. They jumped on top of the monsters, chowing down on watever they could fit in their mouths, while the latter group, unwilling to accept their fates of being eaten on anyone's volition other than their own, futilely fought back to get the rodents off of their bodies.

The enormous villain saw this, looking down on the cricetinid menace that threatened his victory, and felt a nervous sensation in his body as he lifted his hands and feet off the ground. "Oh, disgusting, nasty rodents!" he shouted in desparation, trying to motivate his army. "Oh, they're everywhere!" He pointed at the remainder of the army, who were doing everything they could to escape. "Attack! Attack!" he yelled, pointing at the hamsters to his left. "Get rid of them!" He waved his fists in the air, trying to get a firmer grip on the straws he was grasping for his victory, but it was no use—the hamsters were enthusiastically devouring the monsters, having already gotten down to the centers and stubs of several of them.

"It's no use!" a terrified Liver responded, holding an equally terrified White Onion with her duodenum while Yellow Onion stood on her opposite side frozen in equal terror. "We're surrounded!"

Papa Stuffum made several fearful noises in panic, looking around him in all directions as Liver held his shirt with her aorta with Onions in tow. "I can't cook like this!" he yelled, lifting his left foot off the ground to shake the hamsters off of him. He wobbled around, trying to maintain his balance, then screamed in a terrified adrenaline rush as he fell foward, landing between the fulcrum and lever of the Rubber Band Food Flinger with his sidekicks on his back.

Numbuh 2, who was slowly recovering from her weaponized eating binge, noticed this and slowly lifted her head. "Hm?" she said, spying the lever and the enormous payload in front of her.

She got all her strength back together after a few seconds and started crawling toward her key to her team's victory as the hamsters continued stuffing their faces. "Ugh..." she began, slowly moving toward the godforsaken lever. "We've had...enough...of your gross...slimy cooking, man!" she continued, standing up and grasping the lever with both of her hands. "So I'm sending this dish back to the kitchen!"

"'Sending it back to the'...come on, man!" Numbuh 5 said, unamused by this joke, as Numbuh 4 managed to facepalm with all the fat resistance in her body.

But Hillary didn't listen to this snarky comment, as she centered her focus to succeed where she had failed with the Heli-Teacher. She pulled the lever to send Papa Stuffum and his commanders out of the treehouse, causing them to scream loudly as they flew back toward where they were hired, and filling their stomachs with dread at what the Delightful Children would have to say about their performance. The Rubber Band Food Flinger may have not used any of the hamsters' generated power, but it was still useful in a pinch, as Numbuh 2 had shown.

Back at the mansion, the DCFDTL were sitting at the desk, watching as Papa Stuffum and his sidekicks crashed through the top floor's ceiling and landed hard on their backs and stomachs. They had expected them to swiftly take out Numbuh 1 and her team with the gross cooking, do the same to other kids around the block, and take out the Kids Next Door in one fell swoop, but that wasn't what had happened. What did happen was very disastrous, and what would happen soon would be even more so.

Papa Stuffum got up, dusting himself off, and walked toward the Delightful Children's desk, ready to tell them whatever good news he could think of. He inspected every piece of cooking equipment he had to ensure it was intact; scanning every surface for dents, cracks, scratches, scuffs, and whatever else may have resulted from their crash landing; and mentally prepared himself for whatever wrath he and his army would face from their five eerie bosses. "Childrens!" he shouted excitedly, concealing some traces of doubt in his voice, and hoping to fool them with his smile and tone. "Grampsie's back!"

As soon as he said the last word, the liverwurst headcheese casserole monster rose up from behind him, ready to force itself into the DCFDTL's not-so-eager mouths. It started roaring, wiggling and waving its hands up and down, and jumped up on the desk, eagerly eyeing the uncanny blue-eyed children who backed away from it as far as they could. "No, really!" they screamed fearfully, not wanting to share the same fate as Numbuhs 1, 3, 4, and 5. "We just ate!"

But it was too late. The monster advanced upon them, cornering them into the chair, and sprouted finger-like appendages off of its body like sausages out of their casings to compel them to chew and swallow the disgusting dish. It used the smaller ones to open the mouths while the DCFDTL tried to wiggle away, while the larger ones slowly approached the throats, filling them with more and more dread all the while. "Aaaaahhhhhh!" they screamed as this happened; the monster slowly shrinking as it was consumed; while Onions bumped into each other, kicked their legs up and down, laughed hysterically at such a nauseatingly hilarious sight. The villains may have won the first battle, but they had lost the war against the five amazing numbuhs (Numbuh 2 in particular, who'd vanquished them all with her prodigious appetite that could encapsulate entire oceans), and they would have to think of a better plan next time.

At the same time, the numbuhs basked in their victory at the treehouse, finally able to emotionally work off all that additional fat they had gained in the process. Numbuh 2 made plans to call the medical staff who specialized in treating the KND, work off her enormous meal, and create upgraded weapons that didn't require power sources, running to the phone to request four liposuction appointments at their headquarters. All the while, she was proud of the contributions she and the hamsters could make without any power to speak of, grinning from ear to ear as she thought about all the events of the day.

She also thought about what Numbuh 3 had said about the rodents' vacations. As much as they helped the KND throughout their battles, it was also the KND's responsibility to help them whenever they were feeling overworked or exhausted. For now, it was time to make some improvements to their team, which would be worth it after a long hard day of having battled villains and eaten tons of disgusting food, especially since they'd be in their best shape to fight and win another day afterwards.

End Transmission

The next chapter, "Operation: T.E.E.T.H.," will be up within the next 4-8 weeks (I have several other stories I'm working on here and at Archive Of Our Own, so I'm slowing down the schedule to make it more manageable). Be on the lookout for when that happens!