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            The Kids Next Door fleet watched as the Adult ship was hammered by something fast moving and very large but they had no idea what it was.

            “Was that us?” Numbuh three asked.

            “Come in Moonbase, did you just take out an Adult ship?” Numbuh Eighty-three said.

            “Negative, that wasn’t us.” Numbuh Three-sixty-two asked. “Our sensors just got knocked out by something.”

            “Whatever it was, it seems to be gone now.” Numbuh Two said as he scanned the battlefield. “Anything on our sensors Numbuh Four?”

            Numbuh Four had gone silent, Numbuh One groaned and rubbed his head. “Numbuh Four, is there anything on our sensors?” The only reply was some stammering, Numbuh One looked up and saw what he was pointing to. “GREAT RAINBOW MONKEYS! WHAT IS THAT?”

            Everyone in the Scamper looked up and saw what had stunned them both, sliding into view from outside was what looked like a large slab of black metal less than a hundred yards away from them, painted on the slab was a huge silver and gold dragon, wings open and head in the air, breathing a large cone of fire. Underneath the dragon, painted in bright white were three letters; U.K.A. Everyone stared at the unknown object as it slowly moved past their ship, the shape changing somewhat and showing both windows with people inside them, and guns with barrels big enough to park the Scamper in with room to spare. After a long protracted silence, Numbuh Eighty-six was the first to speak.

            “W-what…what was that?”

            “Our cry for help being answered.” Numbuh One said. The radio crackled for a second and a voice was heard, but it wasn’t Numbuh Three-sixty-two. It was someone else, a boy.

            “Attention Kids Next Door. This is General Lawrence Rogers of the United Kids Alliance. Recommend that you pull your ships out of this little scrap and let me and my Starfleet take over.”

            Numbuh Three-sixty-two chimed in. “General Lawrence Rogers, this is Numbuh Three-sixty-two of the Kids Next Door. May I ask why you’re helping us?”

            “Well, you did send out a distress call.” Lawrence said happily over the radio. “Couldn’t leave my allies to get annihilated could I? Speaking of which, who are these weirdoes anyways? Are they a part of some faction or something? I’ve never seen them before.”

            “Us…allies with you?”

            “Yeah, well I use the term ally loosely, the UKA and KND have been mortal enemies for hundreds of years but we’ve worked together in the past. Surely you guys must remember the Government and Federation War, we worked togeth-what…? Hold on KND. Back in a minute.” Lawrence was cut off for several seconds before he came back. “Sorry about that. I wasn’t aware who you lot actually were. I haven’t been to this side of the galaxy before, it’s mostly uncharted.”

            Numbuh Three-sixty-two was silent, her side of the radio channel was nothing but white noise. Numbuh Eighty-six decided to break the silence as the front of several UKA ships flashed a bright white for a split second and a second later one of the Adult ships shattered like a glass vase being dropped on the floor. “What are you going on about? The Kids Next Door and your army fighting for hundreds or years? Government and Federation War? Uncharted side of the galaxy? What is the meaning of this?”

            “Look, can I explain later?” Lawrence asked. “I’m trying to get my Marines ready to board your Moonbase.”

            “Wait, why do you want to get on the Moonbase? Shouldn’t you try and get rid of the Adults’ ships first before we talk?”

            “Maybe, if your base wasn’t being invaded as we speak.”

            “What? How? Who’s in here and how didn’t we see them?” Numbuh Three-sixty-two said frantically.

            “Relax, just be ready to defend yourselves until we can get in there,” Lawrence said as he started to bark orders before the radio clicked off. Sector V and Numbuh Eighty-six looked at one another as several, small silver ships darted past their Scamper and proceeded to destroy a large squadron of Ice-cream Vans.



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

            “We’ve gotta go back,” Numbuh Eighty-six said, “Numbuh Three-sixty-two will need our help.”

            “Agreed,” Numbuh One said, “Numbuh Two, turn this ship around and get us back to the Moonbase as fast as possible.”

            “On it!” Numbuh Two said as he quickly span the Scamper around and pushed the throttle to max. The ship shuddered a little before it smoothed out and started speeding towards the Moonbase. As they neared the base an explosion was heard and the Scamper rocked violently to the side before more bangs sounded.

            “Report!” Numbuh One barked as he tried to keep a grip on his chair.

            “Teenager Bikes, there’s about seven of them after us,” Numbuh Five said.

            “Numbuh Two, evasive maneuvers!”

            Numbuh Two pulled back on the stick and the Scamper darted upwards, the Teenagers however were right behind them in a second. They continued to fire as Numbuh Two tried to dive and roll the Scamper in order to escape but the Teenagers kept on them like flies. “I can’t shake them!” Numbuh Two cried as he pulled into a corkscrew. Suddenly, the radio fired up again and the operatives heard someone new.

            “This is Viper Lead, enemy tangos in sight, all fighters open fire.”

            The Scamper stopped shaking as bright flashes lit up behind them, after they stopped three silver Starfighters glided up next to the cockpit. Numbuh Two stared at them, the front of them were somewhat wedge shaped, a bulge in the center of the wedge indicated that it was the cockpit. From there on the ship seemed to straighten out, the wings on the sides seemed to conceal part of a pair of long barrels, the tailfin on the top was small but noticeable if Numbuh Two sat up in his chair. He was amazed on how sleek and shiny it was. Once again the radio crackled and the same voice came on, this voice, now that the Operatives were no longer under attack, sounded much older than Lawrence, the owner sounded as if he was a teenager.

            “Kids Next Door ship, this is Viper Squadron Seventeen. We saw that you could’ve used some help. We’re going to escort you back to the Moonbase, you look in no condition to fight.”

            “Viper Squadron pilot, would you mind telling us how old you are?” Numbuh One asked.

            “I just turned sixteen,” The pilot said, “Why do you ask?”

            The Scamper went silent for a minute as Sector V tried to work out what they had just heard and saw earlier. “There are teenagers in the United Kids Alliance?” Numbuh Two said.

            “Well, that doesn’t make any sense,” Numbuh Four said, throwing his arms up, “How can they call themselves the United Kids Alliance if they have teenagers with them?”

            “I’m pretty sure that we’ll get our explanation soon enough,” Numbuh One said, “Numbuh Eighty-six, sir. What’s the fastest way to get to the Moonbase’s Bridge?”

            “There’s a hangar just two decks below it. I’ll make sure that we get there quickly,” she said as she tuned the radio to the Moonbase. “Come in Moonbase, what’s your status?”

            “Not looking good,” an operative said, “There’s Teenagers and Ice-cream men all over the lower decks of the base, we can’t hold them back forever. Everyone, fall back! Fall back no-” The radio connection died as an explosion went off. Numbuh Eighty-six sighed and looked up, the Scamper was nearing the hangar below the Bridge.

            “Okay everyone, get ready. We’re going in.”

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            The Kids Next Door fleet watched as the Adult ship was hammered by something fast moving and very large but they had no idea what it was.

            “Was that us?” Numbuh three asked.

            “Come in Moonbase, did you just take out an Adult ship?” Numbuh Eighty-three said.

            “Negative, that wasn’t us.” Numbuh Three-sixty-two asked. “Our sensors just got knocked out by something.”

            “Whatever it was, it seems to be gone now.” Numbuh Two said as he scanned the battlefield. “Anything on our sensors Numbuh Four?”

            Numbuh Four had gone silent, Numbuh One groaned and rubbed his head. “Numbuh Four, is there anything on our sensors?” The only reply was some stammering, Numbuh One looked up and saw what he was pointing to. “GREAT RAINBOW MONKEYS! WHAT IS THAT?”

            Everyone in the Scamper looked up and saw what had stunned them both, sliding into view from outside was what looked like a large slab of black metal less than a hundred yards away from them, painted on the slab was a huge silver and gold dragon, wings open and head in the air, breathing a large cone of fire. Underneath the dragon, painted in bright white were three letters; U.K.A. Everyone stared at the unknown object as it slowly moved past their ship, the shape changing somewhat and showing both windows with people inside them, and guns with barrels big enough to park the Scamper in with room to spare. After a long protracted silence, Numbuh Eighty-six was the first to speak.

            “W-what…what was that?”

            “Our cry for help being answered.” Numbuh One said. The radio crackled for a second and a voice was heard, but it wasn’t Numbuh Three-sixty-two. It was someone else, a boy.

            “Attention Kids Next Door. This is General Lawrence Rogers of the United Kids Alliance. Recommend that you pull your ships out of this little scrap and let me and my Starfleet take over.”

            Numbuh Three-sixty-two chimed in. “General Lawrence Rogers, this is Numbuh Three-sixty-two of the Kids Next Door. May I ask why you’re helping us?”

            “Well, you did send out a distress call.” Lawrence said happily over the radio. “Couldn’t leave my allies to get annihilated could I? Speaking of which, who are these weirdoes anyways? Are they a part of some faction or something? I’ve never seen them before.”

            “Us…allies with you?”

            “Yeah, well I use the term ally loosely, the UKA and KND have been mortal enemies for hundreds of years but we’ve worked together in the past. Surely you guys must remember the Government and Federation War, we worked togeth-what…? Hold on KND. Back in a minute.” Lawrence was cut off for several seconds before he came back. “Sorry about that. I wasn’t aware who you lot actually were. I haven’t been to this side of the galaxy before, it’s mostly uncharted.”

            Numbuh Three-sixty-two was silent, her side of the radio channel was nothing but white noise. Numbuh Eighty-six decided to break the silence as the front of several UKA ships flashed a bright white for a split second and a second later one of the Adult ships shattered like a glass vase being dropped on the floor. “What are you going on about? The Kids Next Door and your army fighting for hundreds or years? Government and Federation War? Uncharted side of the galaxy? What is the meaning of this?”

            “Look, can I explain later?” Lawrence asked. “I’m trying to get my Marines ready to board your Moonbase.”

            “Wait, why do you want to get on the Moonbase? Shouldn’t you try and get rid of the Adults’ ships first before we talk?”

            “Maybe, if your base wasn’t being invaded as we speak.”

            “What? How? Who’s in here and how didn’t we see them?” Numbuh Three-sixty-two said frantically.

            “Relax, just be ready to defend yourselves until we can get in there,” Lawrence said as he started to bark orders before the radio clicked off. Sector V and Numbuh Eighty-six looked at one another as several, small silver ships darted past their Scamper and proceeded to destroy a large squadron of Ice-cream Vans.



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

            “We’ve gotta go back,” Numbuh Eighty-six said, “Numbuh Three-sixty-two will need our help.”

            “Agreed,” Numbuh One said, “Numbuh Two, turn this ship around and get us back to the Moonbase as fast as possible.”

            “On it!” Numbuh Two said as he quickly span the Scamper around and pushed the throttle to max. The ship shuddered a little before it smoothed out and started speeding towards the Moonbase. As they neared the base an explosion was heard and the Scamper rocked violently to the side before more bangs sounded.

            “Report!” Numbuh One barked as he tried to keep a grip on his chair.

            “Teenager Bikes, there’s about seven of them after us,” Numbuh Five said.

            “Numbuh Two, evasive maneuvers!”

            Numbuh Two pulled back on the stick and the Scamper darted upwards, the Teenagers however were right behind them in a second. They continued to fire as Numbuh Two tried to dive and roll the Scamper in order to escape but the Teenagers kept on them like flies. “I can’t shake them!” Numbuh Two cried as he pulled into a corkscrew. Suddenly, the radio fired up again and the operatives heard someone new.

            “This is Viper Lead, enemy tangos in sight, all fighters open fire.”

            The Scamper stopped shaking as bright flashes lit up behind them, after they stopped three silver Starfighters glided up next to the cockpit. Numbuh Two stared at them, the front of them were somewhat wedge shaped, a bulge in the center of the wedge indicated that it was the cockpit. From there on the ship seemed to straighten out, the wings on the sides seemed to conceal part of a pair of long barrels, the tailfin on the top was small but noticeable if Numbuh Two sat up in his chair. He was amazed on how sleek and shiny it was. Once again the radio crackled and the same voice came on, this voice, now that the Operatives were no longer under attack, sounded much older than Lawrence, the owner sounded as if he was a teenager.

            “Kids Next Door ship, this is Viper Squadron Seventeen. We saw that you could’ve used some help. We’re going to escort you back to the Moonbase, you look in no condition to fight.”

            “Viper Squadron pilot, would you mind telling us how old you are?” Numbuh One asked.

            “I just turned sixteen,” The pilot said, “Why do you ask?”

            The Scamper went silent for a minute as Sector V tried to work out what they had just heard and saw earlier. “There are teenagers in the United Kids Alliance?” Numbuh Two said.

            “Well, that doesn’t make any sense,” Numbuh Four said, throwing his arms up, “How can they call themselves the United Kids Alliance if they have teenagers with them?”

            “I’m pretty sure that we’ll get our explanation soon enough,” Numbuh One said, “Numbuh Eighty-six, sir. What’s the fastest way to get to the Moonbase’s Bridge?”

            “There’s a hangar just two decks below it. I’ll make sure that we get there quickly,” she said as she tuned the radio to the Moonbase. “Come in Moonbase, what’s your status?”

            “Not looking good,” an operative said, “There’s Teenagers and Ice-cream men all over the lower decks of the base, we can’t hold them back forever. Everyone, fall back! Fall back no-” The radio connection died as an explosion went off. Numbuh Eighty-six sighed and looked up, the Scamper was nearing the hangar below the Bridge.

            “Okay everyone, get ready. We’re going in.”