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    The Operatives of Sector V kept to themselves as they both cleaned and fixed up their weapons within the Moonbase hangar. Numbuh Two, on the other hand, was trying to repair the battered Scamper that had been on the reviving end of a two pronged attack from a pair of Ice-Cream Vans. “You know,” He said as he used a screw driver to pry a peanut from the hull, “I never expected these things to actually have the velocity to get through the armor.”

            “I was more interested in the fact that we were able to get away from those guys even after they took out one of our engines.” Numbuh Four said.

            “At least we managed to make it back inside the Moonbase,” Numbuh Five added, “I don’t want to even think about the Operatives who didn’t make it.” She shuddered and then stood up, slinging her weapon over her back. “Numbuh Five could use some ice-cream.”

            “No can do Numbuh Five.” Numbuh One said despondently. “We’re not allowed to get ourselves anything until a resupply mission is executed.”

            “And when will that be?” Numbuh Four asked irritably. Numbuh One sighed and looked out the window that faced Earth.

            “Probably never.”

            Numbuh Three sniffed as she held onto her Rainbow Monkey. “I hope my toys are okay down there.”

            “I’m sure they are,” Numbuh Five said, sounding unsure herself. “The Adults just want the treehouse, nothing else.”

            “Yeah,” Numbuh Two chimed in. “They’ll be perfectly okay.”

            “What about Rainbow Monkey Island?” Numbuh three asked.

            “The Adults will leave them alone if they don’t get in the way.”

            “Unless they want to try and turn them into meatloaf for the prison schools.” Numbuh Four muttered before Numbuh Five swatted him with this hat. “Hey, what did I do?”

            “Just shut up and fix up your weapons,” Numbuh Five said coldly.

            Numbuh Four growled a little and went back to fixing his Splanker. Numbuh One shook his head and went back to staring out of the window, he thought about what had spurred the Adults and Teenagers to commence joined strikes against the Kids Next Door. Was it the operations in order to disrupt a large shipment of Grandma Stuffum’s gross cafeteria food, maybe Father had gotten sick of the Kids Next Door trying to steal the Delightful Children’s birthday cake, it could even just be a last minute plan dreamt up by the head villains and put into action. Numbuh One didn’t know, what he did know was the Kids Next Door had been a thorn in the sides of Adults and Teenagers all over the globe so there could be hundreds of reasons as to why the Adults and Teenagers have finally attacked en masse. “At least they’ve held off their final attack for this long.” Numbuh One thought to himself. He grunted and then rested his Phlazer on his shoulder and then turned to Numbuh Two. “How long until the Scamper will fly again?”

            “Not long, just gotta reset the gyroscope and she’ll soon be flying like a dream.”

            Without warning an alarm blared through the Moonbase, making the ground shake and causing several operatives in the room to look around, looking scared and confused.

            “I hope this is another drill.” Numbuh Five said over the screech of the alarms. The other operatives of Sector V were thinking the same thing but sadly, it wasn’t a drill.

            “An Adult and Teenager fleet have been detected approaching the Moonbase, all Kids Next Door operatives to your ships!”

            “The peace was nice while it lasted.” Numbuh One said. “Kids Next Door, battle stations!”

            Sector V rallied up and took their places inside the Scamper. As Numbuh Two started up the engines there was a banging on the door of the ship. Numbuh Five quickly opened it and Numbuh Eighty-six ran in and stopped next to Numbuh Two. “Don’t ask questions, just fly this thing!” she barked. As Numbuh Two taxed the engines and flew out of the Moonbase hangar. “Look, as much as none of us like it Numbuh Three-sixty-two ordered me to be on your ship so I can command the fleet.”

            “Well, if it’s under Numbuh Three-sixty-two’s orders then there must be a good reason behind it,” Numbuh One said. “I’m still sitting in the command chair.”



    Sector V’s Scamper joined in the KND fleet’s formation, or at least what was left of it. There were less than a hundred ships, all badly battered and hastily repaired several had trouble keeping up with the rest of the miniscule armada. Numbuh Eighty-six turned on her communication headset and tuned it to the Moonbase. “Numbuh Three-sixty-two, sir. We’re in position and ready.”

            “Roger that,” Numbuh Three-sixty-two said. “The Moonbase’s defenses are online so we’ll be able to lend some support. How’s it looking over there?”

            “Not good, according to the sensors there’s well over triple the number of ships to what we have. It’s mostly Teenager bikes and Ice-cream vans but it looks like they’ve freed some of the prisoners from the Artic Prison as well.”

            “Who else did they get?”

            “Former fourth grade President James Garfield, Stickybeard, The Common Cold and a lot of Teenagers.”

            Numbuh Three-sixty-two sighed on the other end of the radio. “Well, it looks like we’re gonna have to do whatever it takes to win. No matter the cost. Everyone, you’ve served the Kids Next Door well during these last few months, your sacrifice will not be in vain.” And with those words she cut off.

            “Uhhh, I don’t like the sound of what she said.” Numbuh Two said nervously.

            “What do we do now?” Numbuh Four asked.

            “We fight.” Numbuh One said, defiantly, “We are not going to surrender to those Adults, not after all this time spent fighting.”

            “Exactly,” Numbuh Eighty-six said with a grin. “All ships, prepare to fire on my mark!”

            Father sat on the bridge of his personal Oppressor class Star Cruiser drumming his fingers against each other. The final hours of the Kids Next Door were near, he knew that they’d already deployed their pathetic fleet before they even got in visual range of one another. It was now only a matter of time. “Bridge commander, what’s the status of our fleet?” he said.

            “Sir, all ships are ready to attack when you give the signal,” the bridge commander said. Father chuckled evilly as he turned to face one of the monitors with the faces of the Adult Villains, Teenager commanders and good kids turned bad. “Teenagers, you and the Ice-cream men get into that Moonbase the second you have an opportunity.” Father said, “Everyone else, destroy the Kids Next Door’s fleet.”

            The Adults, Teenagers and Rouge Kids all laughed as the screens switched off and their ships started moving forwards. Father stood up and walked to the very edge of the bridge and stood in front of the front viewport. He chuckled to himself more and took the pipe out of his mouth. “And now, it’s time to end these brats once and for all.”

            “Sir, we’ve got an incoming transmission from the Moonbase,” the communications officer said.

            “Open communications,” Father said, sounding unusually calm.

            “This is Kids Next Door Moonbase,” Numbuh Three-sixty-two’s voice said, “I hereby order you to turn your butts around and leave us alone.”

            Father laughed and put the pipe back in his mouth. “Tsk tsk kiddies. You should learn some better manners since you’re going to be doomed!”

            “We’re not going to give up! The Kids Next Door never give up!”

            Father started to laugh manically and stared at the Moonbase. “You should’ve done that a long time ago. Now you face utter destruction. Now to put you brats into time out. PERMANENTLY! All ships, DESTROY THE KIDS NEXT DOOR!”

            Father laughed madly as the ships all slowly advanced on the Kids Next Door Moonbase. Another Oppressor Star Cruiser took point in the fleet and led the other ships closer to the KND fleet. Father was laughing so much he didn’t he didn’t hear his communications officer say that there was another transmission being picked up, he did notice as the lead Oppressor stopped suddenly and started to spin to the left surprisingly quickly, the nose of it about to collide with his ship. Father stared as it maneuvered overhead and suddenly lurched a few times before a colossal fireball erupted from the underbelly and stern, sending chunks of twisted and burning metal flying into the smaller ships. “What on Earth WAS THAT!?” He bellowed as the ships around him moved out of the way of the dead ship.

            “Sir, we’ve got another transmission coming in,” the communications officer said, “It’s not the Kids Next Door though.”

            “Open it! NOW!”

            There was a crackle of static before an unfamiliar voice called over the radio, it sounded young but stern with a hint of excitement, a boy about the age of twelve if Father had to guess. He stared furiously out of the front of his ship as the boy started to talk. “Attention unidentified starships, this is the Battlecarrier flagship Stone of Summer. You are advancing upon the Kids Next Door Moonbase with speed after ignoring our warning. State your business here or turn your ships around now before I blast you into space dust.”

            “Who are you?” Father demanded, “TELL ME NOW!”

            “I’m the one asking the questions. You go first, or else,” the boy said.

            “Oh yeah, you and what army?”

            The boy started laughing, sounding amused. This only enraged Father more. “Oh you, I’m glad you asked that because I never go anywhere without my military.”

            Father watched as over a hundred ships slowly appeared from behind the shadow of the moon and came into full view. The darkness of space had hidden the pitch black starships from Father’s view. Most of these ships were small but many were either large, or gigantic if compared to Father’s Oppressors. He stood in silent awe as most of the crew on the bridge stared up at the newcomers as well. “Well...” he finally said, “This is a pickle.”

            “I’m only gonna say this one more time.” The boy said. “Leave now or else every one of my ships here will attack. We show no mercy in space battles. Especially towards old farts with anger issues.”

            Father bit sharply onto his pipe and ground his teeth. “I’m going to teach you a lesson, boy. One in which you’re not going to forget.”

            “Just try it.” the boy said darkly, “I dare you.”

            Father stood back and pointed at the ships. “DESTORY THEM ALL!”

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    The Operatives of Sector V kept to themselves as they both cleaned and fixed up their weapons within the Moonbase hangar. Numbuh Two, on the other hand, was trying to repair the battered Scamper that had been on the reviving end of a two pronged attack from a pair of Ice-Cream Vans. “You know,” He said as he used a screw driver to pry a peanut from the hull, “I never expected these things to actually have the velocity to get through the armor.”

            “I was more interested in the fact that we were able to get away from those guys even after they took out one of our engines.” Numbuh Four said.

            “At least we managed to make it back inside the Moonbase,” Numbuh Five added, “I don’t want to even think about the Operatives who didn’t make it.” She shuddered and then stood up, slinging her weapon over her back. “Numbuh Five could use some ice-cream.”

            “No can do Numbuh Five.” Numbuh One said despondently. “We’re not allowed to get ourselves anything until a resupply mission is executed.”

            “And when will that be?” Numbuh Four asked irritably. Numbuh One sighed and looked out the window that faced Earth.

            “Probably never.”

            Numbuh Three sniffed as she held onto her Rainbow Monkey. “I hope my toys are okay down there.”

            “I’m sure they are,” Numbuh Five said, sounding unsure herself. “The Adults just want the treehouse, nothing else.”

            “Yeah,” Numbuh Two chimed in. “They’ll be perfectly okay.”

            “What about Rainbow Monkey Island?” Numbuh three asked.

            “The Adults will leave them alone if they don’t get in the way.”

            “Unless they want to try and turn them into meatloaf for the prison schools.” Numbuh Four muttered before Numbuh Five swatted him with this hat. “Hey, what did I do?”

            “Just shut up and fix up your weapons,” Numbuh Five said coldly.

            Numbuh Four growled a little and went back to fixing his Splanker. Numbuh One shook his head and went back to staring out of the window, he thought about what had spurred the Adults and Teenagers to commence joined strikes against the Kids Next Door. Was it the operations in order to disrupt a large shipment of Grandma Stuffum’s gross cafeteria food, maybe Father had gotten sick of the Kids Next Door trying to steal the Delightful Children’s birthday cake, it could even just be a last minute plan dreamt up by the head villains and put into action. Numbuh One didn’t know, what he did know was the Kids Next Door had been a thorn in the sides of Adults and Teenagers all over the globe so there could be hundreds of reasons as to why the Adults and Teenagers have finally attacked en masse. “At least they’ve held off their final attack for this long.” Numbuh One thought to himself. He grunted and then rested his Phlazer on his shoulder and then turned to Numbuh Two. “How long until the Scamper will fly again?”

            “Not long, just gotta reset the gyroscope and she’ll soon be flying like a dream.”

            Without warning an alarm blared through the Moonbase, making the ground shake and causing several operatives in the room to look around, looking scared and confused.

            “I hope this is another drill.” Numbuh Five said over the screech of the alarms. The other operatives of Sector V were thinking the same thing but sadly, it wasn’t a drill.

            “An Adult and Teenager fleet have been detected approaching the Moonbase, all Kids Next Door operatives to your ships!”

            “The peace was nice while it lasted.” Numbuh One said. “Kids Next Door, battle stations!”

            Sector V rallied up and took their places inside the Scamper. As Numbuh Two started up the engines there was a banging on the door of the ship. Numbuh Five quickly opened it and Numbuh Eighty-six ran in and stopped next to Numbuh Two. “Don’t ask questions, just fly this thing!” she barked. As Numbuh Two taxed the engines and flew out of the Moonbase hangar. “Look, as much as none of us like it Numbuh Three-sixty-two ordered me to be on your ship so I can command the fleet.”

            “Well, if it’s under Numbuh Three-sixty-two’s orders then there must be a good reason behind it,” Numbuh One said. “I’m still sitting in the command chair.”



    Sector V’s Scamper joined in the KND fleet’s formation, or at least what was left of it. There were less than a hundred ships, all badly battered and hastily repaired several had trouble keeping up with the rest of the miniscule armada. Numbuh Eighty-six turned on her communication headset and tuned it to the Moonbase. “Numbuh Three-sixty-two, sir. We’re in position and ready.”

            “Roger that,” Numbuh Three-sixty-two said. “The Moonbase’s defenses are online so we’ll be able to lend some support. How’s it looking over there?”

            “Not good, according to the sensors there’s well over triple the number of ships to what we have. It’s mostly Teenager bikes and Ice-cream vans but it looks like they’ve freed some of the prisoners from the Artic Prison as well.”

            “Who else did they get?”

            “Former fourth grade President James Garfield, Stickybeard, The Common Cold and a lot of Teenagers.”

            Numbuh Three-sixty-two sighed on the other end of the radio. “Well, it looks like we’re gonna have to do whatever it takes to win. No matter the cost. Everyone, you’ve served the Kids Next Door well during these last few months, your sacrifice will not be in vain.” And with those words she cut off.

            “Uhhh, I don’t like the sound of what she said.” Numbuh Two said nervously.

            “What do we do now?” Numbuh Four asked.

            “We fight.” Numbuh One said, defiantly, “We are not going to surrender to those Adults, not after all this time spent fighting.”

            “Exactly,” Numbuh Eighty-six said with a grin. “All ships, prepare to fire on my mark!”

            Father sat on the bridge of his personal Oppressor class Star Cruiser drumming his fingers against each other. The final hours of the Kids Next Door were near, he knew that they’d already deployed their pathetic fleet before they even got in visual range of one another. It was now only a matter of time. “Bridge commander, what’s the status of our fleet?” he said.

            “Sir, all ships are ready to attack when you give the signal,” the bridge commander said. Father chuckled evilly as he turned to face one of the monitors with the faces of the Adult Villains, Teenager commanders and good kids turned bad. “Teenagers, you and the Ice-cream men get into that Moonbase the second you have an opportunity.” Father said, “Everyone else, destroy the Kids Next Door’s fleet.”

            The Adults, Teenagers and Rouge Kids all laughed as the screens switched off and their ships started moving forwards. Father stood up and walked to the very edge of the bridge and stood in front of the front viewport. He chuckled to himself more and took the pipe out of his mouth. “And now, it’s time to end these brats once and for all.”

            “Sir, we’ve got an incoming transmission from the Moonbase,” the communications officer said.

            “Open communications,” Father said, sounding unusually calm.

            “This is Kids Next Door Moonbase,” Numbuh Three-sixty-two’s voice said, “I hereby order you to turn your butts around and leave us alone.”

            Father laughed and put the pipe back in his mouth. “Tsk tsk kiddies. You should learn some better manners since you’re going to be doomed!”

            “We’re not going to give up! The Kids Next Door never give up!”

            Father started to laugh manically and stared at the Moonbase. “You should’ve done that a long time ago. Now you face utter destruction. Now to put you brats into time out. PERMANENTLY! All ships, DESTROY THE KIDS NEXT DOOR!”

            Father laughed madly as the ships all slowly advanced on the Kids Next Door Moonbase. Another Oppressor Star Cruiser took point in the fleet and led the other ships closer to the KND fleet. Father was laughing so much he didn’t he didn’t hear his communications officer say that there was another transmission being picked up, he did notice as the lead Oppressor stopped suddenly and started to spin to the left surprisingly quickly, the nose of it about to collide with his ship. Father stared as it maneuvered overhead and suddenly lurched a few times before a colossal fireball erupted from the underbelly and stern, sending chunks of twisted and burning metal flying into the smaller ships. “What on Earth WAS THAT!?” He bellowed as the ships around him moved out of the way of the dead ship.

            “Sir, we’ve got another transmission coming in,” the communications officer said, “It’s not the Kids Next Door though.”

            “Open it! NOW!”

            There was a crackle of static before an unfamiliar voice called over the radio, it sounded young but stern with a hint of excitement, a boy about the age of twelve if Father had to guess. He stared furiously out of the front of his ship as the boy started to talk. “Attention unidentified starships, this is the Battlecarrier flagship Stone of Summer. You are advancing upon the Kids Next Door Moonbase with speed after ignoring our warning. State your business here or turn your ships around now before I blast you into space dust.”

            “Who are you?” Father demanded, “TELL ME NOW!”

            “I’m the one asking the questions. You go first, or else,” the boy said.

            “Oh yeah, you and what army?”

            The boy started laughing, sounding amused. This only enraged Father more. “Oh you, I’m glad you asked that because I never go anywhere without my military.”

            Father watched as over a hundred ships slowly appeared from behind the shadow of the moon and came into full view. The darkness of space had hidden the pitch black starships from Father’s view. Most of these ships were small but many were either large, or gigantic if compared to Father’s Oppressors. He stood in silent awe as most of the crew on the bridge stared up at the newcomers as well. “Well...” he finally said, “This is a pickle.”

            “I’m only gonna say this one more time.” The boy said. “Leave now or else every one of my ships here will attack. We show no mercy in space battles. Especially towards old farts with anger issues.”

            Father bit sharply onto his pipe and ground his teeth. “I’m going to teach you a lesson, boy. One in which you’re not going to forget.”

            “Just try it.” the boy said darkly, “I dare you.”

            Father stood back and pointed at the ships. “DESTORY THEM ALL!”