MEANWHILE...

"Should we go to the police station?" Lynn wondered.

"Somehow I don't think that's a good idea." Kimberly said, going to a certain neighborhood.

"Uh, Kimberly?" Lynn asked. "Where you going?"

"I'm at least going to tell Gordon, Waffle, Mr. Blik, and Simon," Kimberly explained. "If anyone will believe me, it'll be them since they're very loyal and adventurous companions and then I was thinking of telling LJ's folks since they've seen things like this happen to people before."

"It's an option, but it's a good one," said LJ. "You go find them, I'll tell Zo and Felicity, plus anyone else I think of."

"All right, LJ." Kimberly nodded as the two did a special handshake with each other before they split up.

"You guys do the same, but go to anyone who isn't the police." LJ told Chrissy and Lynn.

"Uh, but what about us?" Vince wondered.

"Yeah, our parents don't even know that we're here." Mikey added.

"My dad will kill me!" Gus reminded them as he felt the most scared of telling his parents about what was going on.

"Then get in touch with the rest of the Kids Next Door," said LJ. "This is whatcha might call an 'All-Hands-on-Deck' situation!"

"Well, I guess that's plausible." Gretchen said to the others.

"Let's get to it then." Spinelli suggested.

And then, everyone split up to go and tell everyone that they could about what was happening without them.


Zofia and Tim were on the couch in the living room together, looking exhausted about something they had done while LJ was with the Recess gang and Felicity was looking after them while their parents were out for the night.

"MOM! DAD!" LJ exclaimed as he opened the front door and looked around.

"Hey, LJ," Zofia said a bit lazily since she was worn out. "Don't go to Florida for a while if you know what's good for you."

"I just hope the alligator boy and fly girl will be okay now." Tim said softly and sleepily, showing a rare sign of empathy.

"Me too, Dennis and Adele deserved better than what they got," Zofia agreed until she looked over. "LJ, are you okay? You look urgent." she then added in concern about how he frantic he looked.

"Not the point, we gotta get all our friends together to help!" LJ exclaimed. "There's all this crazy sci-fi stuff going on inside Third Street School, and TJ's been captured!" He threw the photos down on the table to show his sister.

Zofia then removed Tim from her lap as they both sat up and took a look at the photos.

"See what I mean?" LJ asked the sister closest to him in age.

"That is rather peculiar..." Zofia had to admit. "So, what's going on? Are they shooting the moon or something?"

"I don't know, but whatever it is, it involves summer vacation and NOT werewolves." LJ replied.

"Thank Walt," Felicity said as she was suddenly downstairs with her younger siblings. "I met these wolves named Willa, Wyatt, and Wynter and they seemed cool and all, but I am so over werewolf adventures for a while."

"We all are," LJ nodded. "Flick, maybe you should call your friends too." he then suggested.

"I'll have to see what I can do since everyone's visiting their parents this summer, but we all have these at least." Felicity said, taking out a gold and blue colored phone.

"Cell phones?" LJ and Zofia guessed.

"JMNI and not like Jiminy Cricket," Felicity clarified. "This girl named Scarlet decided we should all have one if we need back-up or anything else going on when we're all separated, especially me since I'm a top student in Auradon Prep with help from not just Aunt Belle and Uncle Beast and cousin Ben, but also the friendships of Mal, Evie, Jay, and Carlos."

"Then that'll have to do for your part," LJ nodded. "You guys tell your friends and I'll tell mine outside of Lynn, Chrissy, Kimberly, and Martin Mazinsky."

"Isn't Martin going to baseball camp this summer?" Zofia asked.

"Besides the point." LJ said before they all scattered.

Felicity watched them go and looked at the TN invitation curiously but took out her school phone as she decided that might be more important.


MEANWHILE...

TJ kept on trying to untie Principal Prickly from his bindings. "Careful, Detweiler; that's my putting hand!" he insisted.

Suddenly, they heard the door unlocking, and TJ quickly took a seat as the door was opened.

Standing in the doorway was Dr. Benedict. "Hello, Pete... remember me?" he smirked.

Queenie and Kingsley smirked as they came beside Dr. Benedict together, looking cocky toward TJ.

"Well, well, if it isn't Phillium Benedict," Prickley glared. "I should've known you'd be the one behind this. And who are your young friends?" he then added.

"Queenie and Kingsley Morbuxaplenty: heirs to the Morbucks and Bucksaplenty fortunes and my helpers for this little plan since we share a common goal along with my other colleague, Benedict Wigglestein." Dr. Benedict replied.

"LJ's told me about you two," TJ scoffed. "Just a couple of bratty and spoiled rich kids who think they're above everyone else just because of their family names."

"Thanks, we live up to our parents before us." Kingsley smirked.

"Even if many other kids don't do the same." Queenie added with a scoff.

"Anyway, Principal Prickley, you know this guy?" TJ then asked the adult man next to him.

"Ah, Pete and I are old pals, although the last time we saw each other, Pete was the one ruining my life," Dr. Benedict replied. "By the way, Pete, you like this suit? It's Italian, raw silk, nice, huh?"

"You always were more concerned about appearances than people, Phil." Prickly scoffed.

"Oh, Pete, c'mon, there's no need to be rude," said Dr. Benedict. "Not after I instructed my men to take such special care of you."

"'Special care'?" Prickly remarked. "That's what you call gagging me, tying me up, and taking away my pants?"

"Had to, Pete," smiled Dr. Benedict. "Otherwise you might run off and betray me, like you did the last time."

"Last time?" Kingsley and Queenie murmured curiously.

"But hey, ya know? Look on the bright side," Dr. Benedict then chuckled as he patted TJ on the boy's capped head. "At least you got company now."

"Let the boy go, Phil. He can't do anything to you." Prickley glared.

"Same old noble Pete..." Dr. Benedict sighed. "Always standing up for the rights of children."

"You?" TJ asked his principal in shock.

"Well..." Prickley shrugged modestly.

"But unfortunately, I can't let anybody go right now," Dr. Benedict told him. "You see this experimental night school that I'm running is kind of a secret. I'm trying to show that my adult students can be trained to be capable and productive members of society."

"Oh, yeah, if you're running a night school, then what's that giant laser gun doing in the auditorium?!" TJ demanded as he stood up straight from his chair.

Dr. Benedict glared at the young boy in silence before he was forced to sit down. "What rude and badly dressed little boy you are," he told them sternly before smirking at Prickly. "You should teach your pupils a little respect for their superiors, Pete. But that would mean that you'd have to know how to teach them anything at all, wouldn't it? Come along, Queenie and Kingsley, we're leaving. Mr. Wigglestein said he would get a progress report from his Teen Ninjas that scattered the neighborhood tonight looking for help from some spoiled brats' elder siblings." he then said as he left the room with his men to leave them all alone in the storage closet.

"See you next summer, Detweiler," Kingsley taunted on his way out before he turned around and smirked cockily. "Oh, wait. After this plan is done, we won't!" he then cackled mockingly and slammed the door shut behind him.

"Geez, how do you KNOW that jerk?" asked TJ.

"How do I know him? We went through teacher training together," responded Prickly.

"You mean—" TJ began.

"That's right, Detweiler," nodded Prickly. "That man is a rogue teacher."


FLASHBACK: SPECIFICALLY, SOMETIME DURING THE '60s...

"It was back in the summer of '68; a different age," said Prickly. "We were all young, idealistic, and ready to change the world."

As a much younger Peter Prickly emerged from the school, a multicolored school bus pulled up and let the kids off...

along with a young woman who wore purple-tinted glasses. "Oh!" she said in a gruff-sounding voice. "Peace, Peter." Could it be...?

"Hey, Muriel," greeted Peter Prickly. "Had a groovy time at the Dead concert last night!" That's right—this was Miss Finster. Couldn't you tell from the gruff-sounding voice?

"You gonna be at the Teach-In on Saturday?" asked Muriel. "We're gonna paint my Volkswagen!"

"Wouldn't miss it for the world!" said Peter.

"Groovy!" replied Muriel.

"Yes, we all thought we were pretty cool," remembered Principal Prickly. "But one guy was the coolest of us all."

Zelda Spellman was shown, making a random cameo as she waved at seemingly no one while picking flowers and she appeared to have blue-tinted glasses, dark blue pants, a red sleeveless shirt, and her hair seemed long and fiery which was far different from how Cherry and the others knew her as "Aunt Zelda". "Oceanbird, Windbear, come look at the flowers I picked." she then called out off-screen to someone else.

"No, not her," Principal Prickly suddenly said as his flashback cut to someone else. "He was smart, he was handsome. He had just been named principal of Third Street School."

A younger Dr. Benedict rode up on a motorbike and came off, taking off his helmet to show his long, flowing blonde hair and flashed a look to three girls who giggled.

"So, Phillium, how's it feel being the youngest principal in the history of the state?" Prickly smiled to his friend.

"Copacetic, baby, I mean what you say: Young is in, man, and old is out. Way out," Dr. Benedict smirked before looking concerned. "Do you like the American flag helmet, Pete? It does go with the leather jacket, right?" he then added.

"You are one groovy educator, Phil." Prickly approved.

"Cool, follow me, my man, I wanna show you my new principal's pad." Dr. Benedict invited.


Walking through a beaded door, they entered a room full of incense, colorful walls, rock posters, and beanbag chairs.

"Psychedelic principalia!" exclaimed Prickly as he came inside.

"Pull up a bag, bro, I wanna rap," said Dr. Benedict as he sat on his desk.

"Lay it on me, man." responded Peter.

"You see, Pete, I been thinkin'," said Benedict. "We're a new generation of teachers, right? It's time we shook things up a little."

"Lay it on me, man." Prickly said as he did as he said.

"You see, Pete, I've been thinking," Dr. Benedict began to tell his friend. "We're a new generation of teachers, right? It's time we shook things up a little."

"I hear you, brother," Prickly smiled as he stood up from the beanbag chair. "In fact, dig this. I was meditating to that new Ravi Shankar album last night when I got this righteous notion. What if we hold all our classes outside, on the playground? Imagine School Recess. No boundaries."

"Hey, baby, that's a hip idea, but Pete, I got a better thought here," Dr. Benedict said after looking out the window. "As my first official act as principal, I've decided to get rid of recess."

"What? No recess?" Prickly asked as he looked very shocked. "But Phil, for a kid, recess is like a major play-in. It's the one time of day they have any freedom."

Dr. Benedict sighed to that and removed his sunglasses, looking painfully serious. "Look, Pete, the 60's are over. All that peace and love and freedom stuff, it was great for pickin' up chicks, but it's not gonna help my career. To do that, I gotta make test scores go up, and to make test scores go up, I gotta keep kids in class to make test scores go up, I gotta keep kids in class where they belong. That's why, starting tomorrow, I am tuning out recess once and for all."

"Needless to say, Phillium's plan didn't go over all that well." Prickly narrated.


The next day, the teachers were holding a full-fledged protest on the front lawn, picketing against the anti-recess plan.

"Be cool, people! Be cool!" Dr. Benedict urged. "You're bumming my mellowness here!"

"We'll be cool when you give our kids their recess back!" One teacher retorted.

"Hey, baby, I'll do what I want," snapped Dr. Benedict. "Cuz I'm principal of the school, and there's nothing anyone can do about it, dig?"

The crowd just shouted angrily to him until a car rode up by the school and an older man came out with Prickly to put a stop to this.

"People, people, please calm down," The superintendent called out as he came with Prickly by his side. "Mr. Prickly here has informed me of this 'no recess' proposal. Let me assure you, that as long as I'm superintendent, this radical plan will never be carried out in this district."

This made everyone cheer.

"Hey, man, you just don't get it!" Dr. Benedict glared.

"Of course I do, Benedict," The superintendent told him. "That's why I'm replacing you."

"What?!" Dr. Benedict asked.

"Prickly, from now on, you will be principal." The superintendent decided.

"Who? Me?" Prickly replied out of shock.

"Oh, I see what's going down here," Dr. Benedict glared at Prickly. "You tricked me, went around my back to the man to get my job!"

"No, Phil, it's not like that at all." Prickly frowned.

"Yeah, right!" Dr. Benedict huffed before putting his hand on Miss Finster's shoulder. "Come on, Muriel baby, let's blow this scene."

"No, Phil, it's over," Miss Finster told him. "I could never be with a man who doesn't love recess."

"Children need time to play and take a break from the pressure of the educational system," Zelda added as she suddenly walked over. "And I, for one, think that children need discipline and happiness to put up with the required 12 years and nine months of school education."

"So, you're against me, too," Dr. Benedict remarked. "...well, fine. I don't need you! I DON'T NEED ANYONE!" And as he left, he fell over. "AAAH!"

Finster and Prickly ran over to him. "Phil! You okay, man?"

Dr. Benedict swatted their hands away. "DON'T TOUCH ME!" he spat. "You took my chick... you took my job. Well, enjoy it while you can, Petey-boy. 'Cuz you're gonna pay. Somehow, someway. You're gonna PAY."

Prickly frowned as he watched his old friend disappear for many, many years once his personal story came to an end.


"I never saw Phillium again; he quit teaching, went into politics, eventually became a Secretary of Education until The President fired him." Prickly soon concluded his story.

"So, that guy's some weirdo ex-teacher who wants to get rid of recess?" TJ asked.

"Mm-hmm." Prickly nodded.

"Okay, now it's personal." TJ narrowed his eyes.


MEANWHILE, INTO THE WOODS...

There was whimpering heard as a group of teenagers were on their way to a certain meeting spot they were told about.

"Leni, you didn't have to come, you know." Lori reminded the sister who was closest to her in age.

"I know, Lori, but I worry about you whenever we're separated it," Leni said as she held onto her older sister's arm. "I mean, what if some werewolves jump out and attack you like with what Lana said?"

"There are literally no werewolves!" Lori complained. "I just know that this meeting better be worth it to make us miss the two-part season opener of The Dream Boat."

"Tell me about it, dudes," Luna agreed. "Me and Sam were gonna rap about it before we jam it on the old Holiday Road."

"I still don't know why we're being dragged into this," said Lynn. "Besides, I have important stuff to tell you!"

"Then maybe you should log onto my website!" Luan guffawed. "Get it?"

Lynn clenched her fists and took a few deep breaths, trying very hard not to throttle Luan. They soon made it into a center with a flag that had a logo on it with the letters "TN".

"Lori? I think this is the place we're supposed to meet TN at." Leni said as she pointed to the center.

"No kidding, Leni." Lori rolled her eyes at her more ditzy sister.

There was some rustling in the bushes and suddenly, out came Felicity and Kelly.

"Oh, this better be good, my parents went out to meet their friends Bob and Raven for the night and I was left in charge," Felicity said as she came to the center of the woods.

"Like your life is more important than mine when I can have Alejandro Burromeurto." Kelly retorted.

"What is with all the Total Drama references lately?" Felicity deadpanned to herself slightly.

"Hey, you're LJ and Zofia's sister, aren't you?" Lynn asked Felicity.

"Oui, c'est moi," Felicity nodded and confirmed. "I actually live far away from home these days, but I visit as often as I can."

"Okay, so then LJ already told you about the crazy stuff going on with the school?" Lynn began.

"I know quite a bit, yes," Felicity replied. "Looks like something out of a bad science-fiction movie."

"Wait, what?" Lori asked.

"I dunno, Toots! It's all alien to me!" Luan smirked as she used Mr. Coconuts and laughed at her own joke as everyone else groaned.

"That's what I've been trying to tell you guys," Lynn said to her sisters. "Something weird is going on at Third Street School and we saw the craziest stuff!"

"Lynn, don't be ridiculous," said Lori. "Nothing you've seen could be crazier than last summer."

But before she could say anything else, the plot began to progress.

"So... you all got your invites... Good~" A raspy voice told them from the darkness.

"Um, yeah?" Felicity replied and looked around. "Who's there?"

Leni shivered and looked very nervous while holding onto Lori.

"You could call me a friend," A dark-skinned girl with black hanging hair in dreadlocks and brown eyes. She wore a pink T-shirt that showed her stomach, oversized blue jeans, and brown loafers. "The name's Lincoln. Cree Lincoln."

Leni suddenly giggled and pointed. "Her name's just like our brother." she then told her sisters, easily amused and impressed by that.

"Uh, yeah..." Cree replied and shrugged at what the ditzy blonde girl just said.

"So what's this all about and why did you call for us?" Felicity asked maturely. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way."

"I'd like to see you try to scare ME, Pigtails," Cree snorted and smirked at Felicity, looking at her dark brown hair that matched Cherry's, but was styled in low ponytails since she was a teenager now and had pigtails when she was a little girl. "How old are you anyways?"

"I'm 17, but back on the point of why you called us here." said Felicity.

"Wait, there's still some people missing..." Cree said.

"Ouch! What the fuzzy?" A raspy voice complained.

"Keep walking!" A younger voice said firmly.

"Sheesh, someone needs to learn how to calm down." A laidback boy's voice remarked.

"This is too much pressure enough as it is." A more delicate voice concluded.

"These recruits from Hazelnut that you asked for, Cree." A girl with curly light brown hair reported to the older girl in front of her.

"Very good, I knew you'd be a great help when I saved you from Numbuh 86's slumber party," Cree smirked and nodded before looking over. "Welcome, teenagers of all ages to The Teen Ninjas. You were all recommended to come and join for one purpose and one purpose only: To make sure our annoying, obnoxious, and unneeded little brothers and sisters especially those who joined the Kids Next Door to fight adult tyranny." she then revealed why she had them all meet here tonight.

"Wait, don't we have a little brother?" Leni asked.

"Yup." Lynn responded.

"And so do I," responded Felicity. "Plus a little sister."

"Hey, I have one of those!" The redheaded girl with glasses responded.

"Exactly my point, so I think you should trust me in stopping them from what they're doing this summer." Cree smirked.

"Uh, what would that be exactly?" The laidback boy in the group asked. "I kinda stopped listening after we had to leave Greasy n Cheesy so quickly."

Cree rolled her eyes and sighed as she explained a bit more. "Well, you didn't hear this from me-" she then began to say.

"So who did we hear it from?" Leni asked.

"QUIET!" Cree snapped at her before she kept telling the others about what she wanted. "But there's this guy who's planning to get rid of summer vacation and also another guy who is planning on sending those annoying little brothers and sisters for the whole summer if this plan falls through."

"That's funny cuz most of the kids in this neighborhood are going to summer camp." Lynn snorted and shrugged.

"Haven't you wondered why a lot of them are separated, especially that TJ Detweiler being separated from his friends because without their company, he can barely function?" Cree rhetorically asked. "I heard that he was placed inside a box in the middle of the playground and had to be alone and he ended up snapping because he had no other company to back him up."

"Isn't that just solitary confinement?" asked Lori. "They do it in prisons all the time."

"The point is, that kid can be broken and he and his friends have a reputation around here," Cree remarked. "Especially since he and his friends recently became Kids Next Door members."

"You know about that?" The redheaded girl. "I always thought that was just my little sister making up missions and adventures with her friends and they're playing Tundra Woman or something. She loves Tundra Woman."

"No, the Kids Next Door is not pretend," Cree scoffed. "Like I said, TJ and his friends are a big deal around here and those summer camps his friends went to are going to be nice and fun for the first week, but after that is when a friend named Chester shows up."

"My grandfather?" Felicity asked.

Cree glanced over in annoyance toward Felicity who just smirked, purposely asking a stupid question to mess with the other girl. "No, he's had experience with mind controlling kids at camp before one summer and he did it again to make nearly every parent in this neighborhood sign their kids up so that TJ Detweiler will surrender and then Dr. Benedict can go through with his plan to get rid of summer for the whole world."

"Okay, so why is this a good thing?" asked Lori. "I like summer!"

"Yeah, me too!" Luna responded. "Without summer, there's no 'School's Out'!"

"Dr. Benedict says that summer is a waste of time anyway," Cree replied. "Sometimes it's just time to grow up and move on."

"Yeah, we're all gonna be adults sooner or later, so we figure why not sooner?" The curly-haired girl added with a smirk.

"I always did think I was too cool to be 12." The redheaded girl smirked.

"When have you ever said that, Pepper Ann?" The blonde and frail girl asked snarkily.

"Yeah, you've never once said that, PA." The laidback boy added.

"Sure I have!" The redheaded girl retorted.

Disclaimer: Even though that's a tagline of her show, she has never actually said that.

"That's gonna be a no from me, dawg." said Luna.

"If you think I'm turning down summer, you must be nuttier than a squirrel's lunchbox!" Luan said through Mr. Coconuts. "...when he's right, he's right." she said in her normal voice.

"If you want to spend your entire year in school with no break, then go ahead." Lynn added.

"Hmm..." Kelly paused thoughtfully.

"Yes?" Cree smirked, hoping to hear approval from her at least.

"Could we really get rid of our annoying little brothers and sisters?" Kelly asked with a small smirk.

"Sure, if you trust me." Cree smirked back and nodded.

"Are you literally going to trust that?!" Lori asked Kelly in annoyance.

"Well, my house is pretty annoying when I am home for the summer." Kelly snorted and defended.

"Do what you want, then," said Felicity. "I'm out of here."

"So am I." Lori added, tugging Leni along.

"Guess I say no too!" Leni responded as she was hoisted over her older sister's back.

"Well, I'm in at least." Kelly smirked.

"Welcome aboard, we could use more people like you." Cree told Kelly as they shook hands on it.

"All right, Lynn, what's this about aliens taking over the school or something?" Lori asked her athletic sister on the way home.

"Okay, I don't know about aliens, but someone was shooting a laser at the moon from the school and they have a lot of sci-fi tech involved with it, but I guess it has to do with what that crazy girl back there said about ending summer vacation." Lynn replied and tried to explain a bit more.


BACK WITH SECTOR X...

The gang was looking over the contents of the box.

"Let's see... weather maps, some stuff in Norwegian, a farmer's almanac..." Gretchen mused. "There must be something in here that'll explain what Dr. Benedict is doing!"

"Well, I'll tell you one thing he's not doing," said Spinelli as she got a pencil out. "He's not having lunch tomorrow at 12:22 with his little girlfriend."

"Spinelli, what are you doing?" Kimberly asked firmly as she put her hands on her hips after going home for a moment.

"None of your beeswax, but just having some fun." Spinelli scoffed at her.

"Spinelli, that's the man's personal date book." Mikey scolded.

"Well, it's mine now, and I guess Miss Luna Pergum is gonna be at the restaurant all by herself." Spinelli retorted.

"Who did you say...?" Gretchen asked.

"The girl whose name is in here, Luna Pergum," Spinelli replied. "Must be some Italian chick."

"Lunae Perigeum, of course!" Gretchen realized what that actually meant.

"What are you talking about, Gretchen?" Vince asked.

"Don't you understand?" Gretchen replied. "Lunae perigeum is no lady. It's an event. Look. Once a month, the moon reaches the point where it's closest to the Earth, lunar perigee, which in this case happens to be 12:22 tomorrow afternoon."

"Hey, maybe that's when that doctor guy is gonna shoot his laser at the moon and blow it up!" Gus said.

"Close, Gus, but I have another theory," said Gretchen. "See, when I was up at space camp, I observed some abnormalities in the moon's position. I couldn't figure out what was causing it, but now it all makes sense! Dr. Benedict's device is not a laser beam at all... it's a tractor beam!"

"You mean he's gonna plow the moon's surface?" Mikey frowned. "Whatever will he plant?"

"Not a tractor, you goombah. A tractor beam," Spinelli told him. "Like from a science-fiction movie."

"Precisely," Gretchen nodded. "You see, theoretically, if a powerful tractor beam were shot at the moon exactly at lunar perigee, it could move the moon into another orbit." she then explained to everyone else.

"Just one question," Martin spoke up. "Why does he wanna move the moon?"

"Who knows, Martin? Who knows?" Gretchen replied to the redheaded boy.


BACK AT HOME...

"C'mon, Kimber, pick up..." said LJ, waiting by his communicator with Chrissy. "If something's happened to ya, I'm bringin' the force of a hurricane with me!"

Kimberly looked deadpan as she visited the Cramdilly mansion to explain everything to her best friends in the neighborhood who happened to be feline brothers.

Hovis shared Kimberly's deadpan face as this was going on longer than he would like before he stepped away to answer the ringing telephone. "Cramdilly residence? This is Hovis," he then responded in his usual tone of voice. "Ah, young Mr. Schwartz, you must be looking for Miss Kimberly."

"So... does this mean there are aliens at the school or not?" Waffle asked after what seemed like the millionth time.

"Waffle, I told you that there are no aliens," Kimberly said, trying not to get too angry or impatient. "These guys are at the school and want something to do with the moon and they have to be stopped."

"How do you know they're not aliens?" Waffle wondered.

"Ugh!" Kimberly groaned and face-palmed.

"Well, I say if they are aliens that we should give them a fight they'll never forget!" Katilda proclaimed as she came out from a corner and waved a sword in the air. "In fact, that's why I'm here to help you all against the alien rebellion!"

"There is no alien rebellion!" Kimberly complained and groaned.

"Welcome to my simple little world of idiocy," Mr. Blik told Kimberly. "No offense, Gordon." he then added even if his Scottish brother had nothing to do with the human girl's frustration.

"The point is, someone's messing with the moon!" Kimberly exclaimed. "And it could have big consequences!"

"Miss Kimberly? You have a telephone call." Hovis called for the Latina girl.

"You guys better have a better understanding of this by the time I get back." Kimberly told the cats before she left the room to take the call.

"Do you understand now, Waffle?" Simon asked the slowest of his brothers. "This has nothing to do with aliens."

"Well, duh! I know that." Waffle replied.

"Good." Simon smirked.

"It's about the newts, right?" Waffle asked as he took out his pet newt. "Tell us the truth, Gomez! What's your plan with the moon?"

The newt stared blankly before making a weird whooping sound. Simon groaned and face-pawed at that.

"Um, hello?" Kimberly said as she answered the phone.

"Hey, Kimber, we've been trying to reach you on your communicator, but you didn't answer," LJ explained. "I figured you'd be with Gordon, Waffle, Mr. Blik, and Simon."

"Yes, I am," Kimberly admitted and nodded. "I had to tell them about what's going on at Third Street School."

"After you do, let's meet up and check on your baby brother," said LJ. "I dunno why, but I don't trust your sister. I'd keep on alert if I was you."

"Yeah, I dunno what happened to Kelly, but I swear that she's La Diabla in disguise sometimes..." Kimberly muttered and rolled her eyes about her sister before nodding. "Also yes, I know he'll be happy to see you again~"

"Great!" LJ replied. "Meet you there!"

"See ya then!" Kimberly said before she hung up and came back over to the cats. "That was LJ, he wants to meet me back at home."

"Ah think yew too much time with this LJ boy, what's his motive?" Gordon glared and put his hands on his hips, acting like a protective dad suddenly.

"Ah, Gordon, you're not jealous of LJ Schwartz because he won Kimberlys heart and not you?" Waffle asked rather bluntly.

"Ah! Ah, um, erm, don't be silly, Waffle!" Gordon chuckled nervously as he covered Waffle's mouth suddenly. "Ah'm just lookin' out for our dear Human Kimberly who is a very valuable member of society and this neighborhood~"

"Uh-huh," replied Mr. Blik. "Someone's still got it bad."

"Do what you want, guys," said Kimberly. "But at least I want to know I can count on your support."

"You have MY support at least." Katilda told Kimberly.

"Thank you, Katilda," Kimberly smiled at that. "I can tell that you being in the neighborhood is gonna lead to a lot of interesting adventures."

Gordon, Waffle, Mr. Blik, and Simon all watched the girl leave their mansion then.

"Bye, nice lady!" Waffle said as he waved off Kimberly.

With that, the dark-haired girl headed for home, and LJ followed suit.


MEANWHILE, BACK IN THIRD STREET SCHOOL...

TJ pushed open a vent cover and climbed into the principal's office. "Here we are, sir." he said.

Prickly was right behind him. "I can't believe you kids have been creeping around in these vents," he remarked. "They're school property!"

TJ went over to the desk phone and held it up. "Dang, the line's dead!" he exclaimed. "Hey, Principal Prickly, what did you do with the walkie-talkie you confiscated from me last week?"

"Top drawer, on the right," said Prickly, before he looked around. "Just look what Phil's done to my office! I had it all nice and clean for the summer."

"Packs of gum, yo-yos, my old baseball," TJ listed as he looked through the drawer and then smiled once he found the baseball. "Hey, I've been looking for this. Here it is my walkie-talkie," he then added as he brought out his walkie-talkie. "Now all I gotta do is contact the guys and-oh, no." he then suddenly added.

"What is it, Detweiler?" Prickly asked until he saw what his student saw which a very disturbing graphic image that was about getting rid of recess and making it a global wide ban. "I told 'em that guy was a nut." he then scoffed about his old friend.


ELSEWHERE...

"Hello! Hello! Is anybody there?" TJ's voice called from a different walkie-talkie.

"It's TJ!" Vince realized before he took the call. "TJ, buddy, you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, and so is Principal Prickly." TJ replied.

"Principal Prickly?" Martin asked out of confusion.

"I don't have time to explain, but I think we've figured out what Benedict is up to," TJ then explained urgently. "He's trying to get rid of summer vacation!"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Mikey cried, and in an overly dramatic manner, at that.


"Guys, guys, don't freak out on me!" TJ said. "Tell LJ and the others, but I have a plan. All we gotta do is—"

And then the walkie-talkie got snatched by the bald guy.

"Heh-heh... why, Mr. Bald Guy, what a surprise." TJ said with a sheepish smile.


"TJ! TJ!" called Spinelli, but there came no answer.

"It's dead!" Gretchen exclaimed.

"They must've got him!" Mikey exclaimed.

"What are we gonna do? What are we gonna do?!" Gus cried.

"There's only one thing we CAN do," said Vince. "We gotta get help."

"Kids Next Door?" Gretchen asked.

"Battle stations." Vince nodded.

"Aw, man! I wanted to say it!" Spinelli complained. "I'm the strong one of the group, I should be in charge whenever TJ isn't around!"

The others looked a little deadpan at their abrasive ally.

"...fine," Spinelli grumbled and crossed her arms. "I just wanted to have a little fun."


And so, they rode off together on their bikes to get some help from fellow Kids Next Door operatives along with someone else who had a right to know about what was going on with TJ.

'Bow-Wow! Welcome to Floppy Burger, may I take your order, please?'

"Becky, this is Vince." Vince said urgently.

"What are you doing here?" Becky asked, suddenly annoyed.

"It's not just Vince, it's me, Gretchen, everybody," Spinelli replied. "We got a problem!"

"I got a problem too, seven dweeby 10-year-olds who won't leave me alone, even when I'm at work. I am a professional!" Becky retorted dismissively. "So whatever your little problem is, forget it!"

"But it's about TJ!" Gretchen told her.

"He's in trouble." Gus added.

"And he needs your help." Martin added.

"Well, isn't that nice?" Becky scoffed. "After stealing my diary, threatening to put it on the Internet and making me drive across the state three times, he needs my help? Give me one good reason why I should help him. Just one!"

"'Cuz he's your little brother, and he needs you." Mikey spoke up maturely.

Becky was silent for a moment before speaking again. "Please pull forward to the second drive-thru window."