Post by C7Angelocas12 on Oct 22, 2007 12:43:21 GMT
Eh, very well. I guess I’m a Yelling Trooper and a Samurai for this Halloween-timed exercise, in addition to being a Panda Warrior and a Courting Commander. The first chapter of my story focusing on 60/86 and 2/5 within their personalities -- as I have interpreted them -- is complete. Enjoy... 
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“Smokescreens, Dogs, and Rainbows”
Chapter 1: “Investigations”
The jet-haired boy sat at his desk in his office on the Kids Next Door Arctic Training Base, rubbing his chin contemplatively while his eyes steadily scanned the information displayed on his computer. His job necessarily required him to project a humorless aura around him, but at this moment, he was even sterner in his demeanor, perhaps naturally so given that information’s brutal background within his recollections of recent events. Three months ago, Numbuh 86 had contacted him from the Kids Next Door Moonbase, informing him of an unthinkable attack in New York City. Almost 3,000 men, women, and children -- including two of the KND’s best spies -- were massacred when two airplanes crashed intentionally into North America’s tallest twin skyscrapers, demolishing them. In response, 86 explained, Numbuh 362 was ordering all Kids Next Door bases on Earth to go on standby in case any of their sworn enemies tried to... take advantage of all the mayhem that resulted as she called Sector V to her office to inform them of this attack at the eastern end of their jurisdiction. Meanwhile, the KND Global Tactical Officer was just wrapping up a review of Global Command’s weapons arrays, and now, she wanted to learn about his facility’s weapons systems. The Cadets Next Door responded that all weapons on the Arctic Training Base were fully operational. What struck him about Numbuh 86, a.k.a. Francine “Fanny” Fulbright, as she explained the situation was that she didn’t try to raise her voice to him even once. She must have been understandably shocked that such a cowardly and dishonorable strike had occurred. Whoever these new villains were, they had to have meant business.
The Kids Next Door’s drill sergeant didn’t know the half of it. Two days later, a man who identified himself as the leader of some organization called “Al Kayeeduh” appeared and claimed responsibility for that double airplane massacre, praising the thugs who’d perpetrated it and then promising attacks even worse than this one as part of the “Sacred Struggle” to completely annihilate the United States of America and its closest allies. The vision that this apparent madman wanted to impose -- which he described as the “Great Law of Submission” -- was enough to make Grandfather, long considered the World’s Most Ultimate Evil, look nice: children jailed for flying kites or playing tag; people of other ages suffering the same fate for owning a television, listening to music, or searching for lost pets; rocks thrown at men if their beards weren’t the proper color; girls and women forbidden from any interaction in school. The boy would learn in the following weeks -- as reported intermittently by Kids Next Door Nightly News and confirmed by 362 as well as Numbuh One, the leader of Sector V -- that Al Kayeeduh, or “Al Kayduh,” as the KND Supreme Commander designated that malicious organization, had received financing and training for the aptly-titled “Great New York City Airplane Massacre” from an even more malicious and dangerous organization that called itself the “Guardians of the Revolution of Submission,” which had as its official goal a one-world utopia led by the “Hidden Guide.” The President of Iran, who himself was one of these Guardians even now, had personally authorized their assistance of that strike in New York City and was right at this second about to deliver a speech before some major global assembly there, a speech that Numbuhs One and 362, known respectively as Nigel Uno and Rachel McKenzie and now considered the most prominent and “commanding” couple in the Kids Next Door, indicated they would be watching in the rec room near the Supreme Leader’s office. Any further details about the Iranian President and Al Kayeeduh leader’s hopelessly tyrannical vision Patton Drilovsky, a.k.a. Numbuh 60, considered redundant. As Patton now rested his chin on the back of his fingers and his left elbow on his desk, one fact was starkly clear to him: these comprehensively despicable villains were many things, but human was absolutely, egregiously, irrevocably, obviously, and ubiquitously NOT one of them.
“Yeeeeeeeesh... how any adult can be this twisted, this vicious, this evil is WAY beyond me...” Patton muttered to himself in open contempt while maneuvering the mouse to access some new commands and files. “I can certainly understand why many of the cadets have been having nightmares. At least our previous adversaries simply wanted to challenge kids’ ability to be kids.” One last sigh of frustration escaped his mouth. “I sincerely hope the deity that these ‘Sacred Strugglers’” -- his voice dripped sarcasm, fury, and alarm at the last two words -- “seem to revere has mercy on them if they lay so much as a finger on Numbuh 86... BECAUSE I DEFINITELY WON’T!!!!!!!!”
At the last word he roared, his left fist slammed onto the desk, shaking it and the computer keyboard just inches in front of him, and stayed there for all of about three seconds before flattening into a hand in resignation. Being the drill sergeant for the Kids Next Door and de facto commander of the Arctic Base, Patton never developed an interest in romantic relationships, but several past interactions with Fanny were leading him to rethink, if just a bit, that interest. Five steady yet abrupt knocks on the door interrupted Patton’s thought process one minute later, silencing that romantic interest for the moment.
“Come in,” Patton deadpanned loudly, his eyes still focused on his computer.
The door opened... and in stepped the one girl Patton least expected to see at that immediate moment. Her expression might have been more businesslike than his, perhaps admirably so, given her usual job on the Moonbase. Patton shifted his face to meet hers... and did a slight double take.
“Oh!!” Patton interjected with some surprise before standing up and saluting. “Hello, Numbuh 86, ma’am. What brings you down here to Antarctica?” This base’s presence at the South Pole was ironic, since the Arctic Training Base’s name would have initially suggested that it was at the North Pole.
“At ease, Numbuh 60,” Fanny returned before gesturing to him to sit back down and taking the nearby chair to sit down herself. “As for yer question... the Moonbase was gettin’ a bit dull, so I figured I might as well stop by here for a short visit.”
Patton nodded perceptively. “I get the part about being dull. Ever since that creep from Al Kayeeduh proclaimed that apocalyptic vision of his, all of the Kids Next Door’s usual enemies have been almost deafeningly quiet. At least Numbuhs One and 362 had a good idea for keeping all of us alert with that play those two codirected.”
A distinctly mischievous smile crept onto Fanny’s face in comprehension of Patton’s reference to “that play.” Nigel and Rachel had organized an acting project based on William Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet, with the ultimate objective... of getting Numbuhs Four and Three, a.k.a. Wallabee Beetles and Kuki Sanban -- the most insanely popular couple in all of the Kids Next Door -- to admit their feelings for each other and thus stop wreaking havoc all across the Moonbase over something involving Kuki’s stuffed animals. Such a project proved possible to integrate into the Moonbase’s schedule since, in the wake of the Al Kayeeduh leader’s globally broadcast tirade, every[/i] previously sworn enemy of the Kids Next Door had essentially quit even trying to defeat them. Those enemies must have been scared to death that he and his friends, especially the extraordinarily irrational President of Iran, would betray them and successfully force them to spread their sick world domination agenda just as Grandfather did by transforming every last one of them -- except Father, whom Grandfather ordered to scram after usurping his leadership position on the spot -- into “ancient, age-ified Senior Citizombies” and unleashing them upon the world so that they could “decimate those meddlesome Kids Next Door.” Thus, KND Global Command’s lunar headquarters went unimpeded as operatives there gathered in the auditorium for what Nigel aptly referred to as “Operation Romeo and Juliet.” Sure enough, the plan worked, in retrospect, maybe even better than Nigel and Rachel intended, because Patton found himself pondering whether or not his friendship with Fanny could develop into something more.
“Ye had to remind me of that play, didn’t ya?” Fanny chuckled, an odd gleam in her eye. “I’m still amazed that Numbuhs Four and Three get along as well as they do now that they’re an official couple.”
“Tell me about it. You wouldn’t believe how berserk quite a few of our fellow operatives, especially the female ones, go at the very mention of those two. In fact, I think one of them wondered aloud what would happen if Four and Three got married in the future,” Patton added with some chuckles of his own. “One and 362 really got everyone fired up with that acting project, especially after pairing Numbuhs Two and Five against me and you.” He paused and closed his eyes, then opened them again after a moment and shifted them to Fanny. “Yet, you know what? I’ve been thinkin’...”
“Is that so, ya stupid boy?” Fanny inquired playfully, which inspired a nervous gulp from Patton, and then regained her previous seriousness, cueing him to do the same. “Well, speakin’ of Numbuhs Two and Five, before I shuttled down here, I happened to order them to obtain some spare parts for the Moonbase’s weapons arrays. I’d hate havin’ to learn that our most important base has nothin’ to repair itself with.”
“Good thinking, especially in times as perilous as this,” Patton said complimentarily. “Where’d they go?”
Fanny shrugged dismissively. “I guess they’re headin’ fer whatever 2 by 4 store exists in Sector V’s hometown.”
“In Ohio?” Patton mused... while gradually shifting his eyes back to his computer.
“Eh? What could ye possibly be lookin’ at, Numbuh 60?” Fanny asked a couple of moments later, slightly annoyed.
“Sorry, Numbuh 86,” Patton replied quickly yet sincerely. “I’ve been trying to figure out these really weird codes I stumbled across while investigating the history of those ‘Guardians of the Revolution of Submission’ of whom that... demonic Iranian President says he’s a member.”
Fanny got up from her chair and walked counterclockwise around Patton’s desk to get a better view of whatever his computer displayed at that moment. Just what were these codes supposed to tell them about that evil organization? She rested her right elbow on his left shoulder and leaned her head down slightly so her eyes could decipher the computer text more clearly. Suddenly, she frowned in puzzlement at a single word that sounded like nothing she’d ever heard before.
“’His... Bowl... uh...’” Fanny pronounced the word slowly and carefully. “’His... Bowl... uh...’ Pfft!! What kinda word is that supposed to be?!”
“I’m as confused as you are, Numbuh 86,” Patton stated flatly after slightly shaking his head negatively. “However, that wasn’t the only strange thing I found. This map” -- he typed in a few keywords and clicked the necessary button to bring up a world map with some blinking straight lines between certain points on it -- “was attached to those codes.”
Fanny’s frown only deepened in mounting confusion... and accompanying irritation. “All right, Numbuh 60, what the heck are we lookin’ at?”
“Hmm... well, let’s start from where we are,” Patton began while pointing to Antarctica on the computer map, then gradually tracing his finger to the nearest blinking dot. “Isn’t that Sector B’s jurisdiction?”
“Brazil? To tell ye the truth, I think I see somethin’ else,” Fanny countered, then pointed to a strange icon where the broken lines came to an end.
The Arctic Base commander’s eyes honed in on the icon to which the Global Tactical Officer was pointing. It was his turn to frown in puzzlement... that is, if he wasn’t already. The icon was a Yipper head positioned directly next to a Rainbow Monkey head. It was located at almost the precise spot where Ohio would be on an American map. Finally, the various blinking lines ended at that icon as one point.
“This is getting just plain weird,” Patton commented as his eyes began to follow each line in its respective direction, pausing at each dot. “Let’s see... Ohio... North Carolina... Guatemala... Brazil... wait a sec.”
The final blinking line had a strikingly odd destination to it. It branched northeast from Brazil... and terminated in a Middle Eastern country Patton had only heard about fleetingly some days after that double airplane attack. This country was marked with a dollar icon, most likely a symbol of money.
“Humph!!! Ya picked quite an odd map and set of codes to investigate, Numbuh 60. I have to wonder why anybody there would want a lot of money just to buy Yipper Cards and Rainbow Monkeys,” Fanny said thoughtfully, smiling a bit happily to herself at the last two words as she removed her elbow from his shoulder so she could stand straight.
“Ditto to that, Numbuh 86. It’s bemusing enough that many KND operatives are obsessed with these respective kids’ items, but now, adults??!!” Patton pointed out a bit exclamatorily... then paused once more in seeming realization. “Hold it...”
“UGH!!!! What’s wrong now?” Fanny groaned, her exasperation beginning to show itself. “It’s not like something doesn’t feel quite right with these adults, which it obviously does not!!!”
“No, you’re right,” affirmed Patton hastily yet increasingly boldly. “Why could adults possibly want to purchase Yipper Cards and Rainbow Monkeys for themselves?”
Fanny looked down at her usually -- and, to her surprise, likably -- strict male companion, clearly unaware of what he had in mind. “They either want to be kids again...”
“Or think that those two kids’ items can serve whatever sinister agenda they’ve got in mind,” Patton finished, then sharply turned his face to meet that of his likably strict female companion, remembering that part of their conversation that involved spare parts for the Kids Next Door Moonbase.
Fanny’s eyes widened as she realized just what Patton meant. “You don’t think...?”
Patton Drilovsky could only stare directly at Fanny Fulbright before they both turned slowly but surely toward the computer screen, which was still displaying the world map on it, with the previous information hidden behind said map. The dual Yipper Card/Rainbow Monkey icon that marked Ohio represented a key store that sold both items... right in Sector V’s hometown. Whoever these “His-Bowl-uh” people were, their activities took them close enough to Numbuhs Two and Five, known respectively as Hoagie Gilligan and Abigail Lincoln, that they could create some real trouble for the other major couple of Sector V. Any information initially displayed about the Guardians of the Revolution of Submission would have to wait...
... or would it?
END OF CHAPTER 1
:“Smokescreens, Dogs, and Rainbows”
Chapter 1: “Investigations”
The jet-haired boy sat at his desk in his office on the Kids Next Door Arctic Training Base, rubbing his chin contemplatively while his eyes steadily scanned the information displayed on his computer. His job necessarily required him to project a humorless aura around him, but at this moment, he was even sterner in his demeanor, perhaps naturally so given that information’s brutal background within his recollections of recent events. Three months ago, Numbuh 86 had contacted him from the Kids Next Door Moonbase, informing him of an unthinkable attack in New York City. Almost 3,000 men, women, and children -- including two of the KND’s best spies -- were massacred when two airplanes crashed intentionally into North America’s tallest twin skyscrapers, demolishing them. In response, 86 explained, Numbuh 362 was ordering all Kids Next Door bases on Earth to go on standby in case any of their sworn enemies tried to... take advantage of all the mayhem that resulted as she called Sector V to her office to inform them of this attack at the eastern end of their jurisdiction. Meanwhile, the KND Global Tactical Officer was just wrapping up a review of Global Command’s weapons arrays, and now, she wanted to learn about his facility’s weapons systems. The Cadets Next Door responded that all weapons on the Arctic Training Base were fully operational. What struck him about Numbuh 86, a.k.a. Francine “Fanny” Fulbright, as she explained the situation was that she didn’t try to raise her voice to him even once. She must have been understandably shocked that such a cowardly and dishonorable strike had occurred. Whoever these new villains were, they had to have meant business.
The Kids Next Door’s drill sergeant didn’t know the half of it. Two days later, a man who identified himself as the leader of some organization called “Al Kayeeduh” appeared and claimed responsibility for that double airplane massacre, praising the thugs who’d perpetrated it and then promising attacks even worse than this one as part of the “Sacred Struggle” to completely annihilate the United States of America and its closest allies. The vision that this apparent madman wanted to impose -- which he described as the “Great Law of Submission” -- was enough to make Grandfather, long considered the World’s Most Ultimate Evil, look nice: children jailed for flying kites or playing tag; people of other ages suffering the same fate for owning a television, listening to music, or searching for lost pets; rocks thrown at men if their beards weren’t the proper color; girls and women forbidden from any interaction in school. The boy would learn in the following weeks -- as reported intermittently by Kids Next Door Nightly News and confirmed by 362 as well as Numbuh One, the leader of Sector V -- that Al Kayeeduh, or “Al Kayduh,” as the KND Supreme Commander designated that malicious organization, had received financing and training for the aptly-titled “Great New York City Airplane Massacre” from an even more malicious and dangerous organization that called itself the “Guardians of the Revolution of Submission,” which had as its official goal a one-world utopia led by the “Hidden Guide.” The President of Iran, who himself was one of these Guardians even now, had personally authorized their assistance of that strike in New York City and was right at this second about to deliver a speech before some major global assembly there, a speech that Numbuhs One and 362, known respectively as Nigel Uno and Rachel McKenzie and now considered the most prominent and “commanding” couple in the Kids Next Door, indicated they would be watching in the rec room near the Supreme Leader’s office. Any further details about the Iranian President and Al Kayeeduh leader’s hopelessly tyrannical vision Patton Drilovsky, a.k.a. Numbuh 60, considered redundant. As Patton now rested his chin on the back of his fingers and his left elbow on his desk, one fact was starkly clear to him: these comprehensively despicable villains were many things, but human was absolutely, egregiously, irrevocably, obviously, and ubiquitously NOT one of them.
“Yeeeeeeeesh... how any adult can be this twisted, this vicious, this evil is WAY beyond me...” Patton muttered to himself in open contempt while maneuvering the mouse to access some new commands and files. “I can certainly understand why many of the cadets have been having nightmares. At least our previous adversaries simply wanted to challenge kids’ ability to be kids.” One last sigh of frustration escaped his mouth. “I sincerely hope the deity that these ‘Sacred Strugglers’” -- his voice dripped sarcasm, fury, and alarm at the last two words -- “seem to revere has mercy on them if they lay so much as a finger on Numbuh 86... BECAUSE I DEFINITELY WON’T!!!!!!!!”
At the last word he roared, his left fist slammed onto the desk, shaking it and the computer keyboard just inches in front of him, and stayed there for all of about three seconds before flattening into a hand in resignation. Being the drill sergeant for the Kids Next Door and de facto commander of the Arctic Base, Patton never developed an interest in romantic relationships, but several past interactions with Fanny were leading him to rethink, if just a bit, that interest. Five steady yet abrupt knocks on the door interrupted Patton’s thought process one minute later, silencing that romantic interest for the moment.
“Come in,” Patton deadpanned loudly, his eyes still focused on his computer.
The door opened... and in stepped the one girl Patton least expected to see at that immediate moment. Her expression might have been more businesslike than his, perhaps admirably so, given her usual job on the Moonbase. Patton shifted his face to meet hers... and did a slight double take.
“Oh!!” Patton interjected with some surprise before standing up and saluting. “Hello, Numbuh 86, ma’am. What brings you down here to Antarctica?” This base’s presence at the South Pole was ironic, since the Arctic Training Base’s name would have initially suggested that it was at the North Pole.
“At ease, Numbuh 60,” Fanny returned before gesturing to him to sit back down and taking the nearby chair to sit down herself. “As for yer question... the Moonbase was gettin’ a bit dull, so I figured I might as well stop by here for a short visit.”
Patton nodded perceptively. “I get the part about being dull. Ever since that creep from Al Kayeeduh proclaimed that apocalyptic vision of his, all of the Kids Next Door’s usual enemies have been almost deafeningly quiet. At least Numbuhs One and 362 had a good idea for keeping all of us alert with that play those two codirected.”
A distinctly mischievous smile crept onto Fanny’s face in comprehension of Patton’s reference to “that play.” Nigel and Rachel had organized an acting project based on William Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet, with the ultimate objective... of getting Numbuhs Four and Three, a.k.a. Wallabee Beetles and Kuki Sanban -- the most insanely popular couple in all of the Kids Next Door -- to admit their feelings for each other and thus stop wreaking havoc all across the Moonbase over something involving Kuki’s stuffed animals. Such a project proved possible to integrate into the Moonbase’s schedule since, in the wake of the Al Kayeeduh leader’s globally broadcast tirade, every[/i] previously sworn enemy of the Kids Next Door had essentially quit even trying to defeat them. Those enemies must have been scared to death that he and his friends, especially the extraordinarily irrational President of Iran, would betray them and successfully force them to spread their sick world domination agenda just as Grandfather did by transforming every last one of them -- except Father, whom Grandfather ordered to scram after usurping his leadership position on the spot -- into “ancient, age-ified Senior Citizombies” and unleashing them upon the world so that they could “decimate those meddlesome Kids Next Door.” Thus, KND Global Command’s lunar headquarters went unimpeded as operatives there gathered in the auditorium for what Nigel aptly referred to as “Operation Romeo and Juliet.” Sure enough, the plan worked, in retrospect, maybe even better than Nigel and Rachel intended, because Patton found himself pondering whether or not his friendship with Fanny could develop into something more.
“Ye had to remind me of that play, didn’t ya?” Fanny chuckled, an odd gleam in her eye. “I’m still amazed that Numbuhs Four and Three get along as well as they do now that they’re an official couple.”
“Tell me about it. You wouldn’t believe how berserk quite a few of our fellow operatives, especially the female ones, go at the very mention of those two. In fact, I think one of them wondered aloud what would happen if Four and Three got married in the future,” Patton added with some chuckles of his own. “One and 362 really got everyone fired up with that acting project, especially after pairing Numbuhs Two and Five against me and you.” He paused and closed his eyes, then opened them again after a moment and shifted them to Fanny. “Yet, you know what? I’ve been thinkin’...”
“Is that so, ya stupid boy?” Fanny inquired playfully, which inspired a nervous gulp from Patton, and then regained her previous seriousness, cueing him to do the same. “Well, speakin’ of Numbuhs Two and Five, before I shuttled down here, I happened to order them to obtain some spare parts for the Moonbase’s weapons arrays. I’d hate havin’ to learn that our most important base has nothin’ to repair itself with.”
“Good thinking, especially in times as perilous as this,” Patton said complimentarily. “Where’d they go?”
Fanny shrugged dismissively. “I guess they’re headin’ fer whatever 2 by 4 store exists in Sector V’s hometown.”
“In Ohio?” Patton mused... while gradually shifting his eyes back to his computer.
“Eh? What could ye possibly be lookin’ at, Numbuh 60?” Fanny asked a couple of moments later, slightly annoyed.
“Sorry, Numbuh 86,” Patton replied quickly yet sincerely. “I’ve been trying to figure out these really weird codes I stumbled across while investigating the history of those ‘Guardians of the Revolution of Submission’ of whom that... demonic Iranian President says he’s a member.”
Fanny got up from her chair and walked counterclockwise around Patton’s desk to get a better view of whatever his computer displayed at that moment. Just what were these codes supposed to tell them about that evil organization? She rested her right elbow on his left shoulder and leaned her head down slightly so her eyes could decipher the computer text more clearly. Suddenly, she frowned in puzzlement at a single word that sounded like nothing she’d ever heard before.
“’His... Bowl... uh...’” Fanny pronounced the word slowly and carefully. “’His... Bowl... uh...’ Pfft!! What kinda word is that supposed to be?!”
“I’m as confused as you are, Numbuh 86,” Patton stated flatly after slightly shaking his head negatively. “However, that wasn’t the only strange thing I found. This map” -- he typed in a few keywords and clicked the necessary button to bring up a world map with some blinking straight lines between certain points on it -- “was attached to those codes.”
Fanny’s frown only deepened in mounting confusion... and accompanying irritation. “All right, Numbuh 60, what the heck are we lookin’ at?”
“Hmm... well, let’s start from where we are,” Patton began while pointing to Antarctica on the computer map, then gradually tracing his finger to the nearest blinking dot. “Isn’t that Sector B’s jurisdiction?”
“Brazil? To tell ye the truth, I think I see somethin’ else,” Fanny countered, then pointed to a strange icon where the broken lines came to an end.
The Arctic Base commander’s eyes honed in on the icon to which the Global Tactical Officer was pointing. It was his turn to frown in puzzlement... that is, if he wasn’t already. The icon was a Yipper head positioned directly next to a Rainbow Monkey head. It was located at almost the precise spot where Ohio would be on an American map. Finally, the various blinking lines ended at that icon as one point.
“This is getting just plain weird,” Patton commented as his eyes began to follow each line in its respective direction, pausing at each dot. “Let’s see... Ohio... North Carolina... Guatemala... Brazil... wait a sec.”
The final blinking line had a strikingly odd destination to it. It branched northeast from Brazil... and terminated in a Middle Eastern country Patton had only heard about fleetingly some days after that double airplane attack. This country was marked with a dollar icon, most likely a symbol of money.
“Humph!!! Ya picked quite an odd map and set of codes to investigate, Numbuh 60. I have to wonder why anybody there would want a lot of money just to buy Yipper Cards and Rainbow Monkeys,” Fanny said thoughtfully, smiling a bit happily to herself at the last two words as she removed her elbow from his shoulder so she could stand straight.
“Ditto to that, Numbuh 86. It’s bemusing enough that many KND operatives are obsessed with these respective kids’ items, but now, adults??!!” Patton pointed out a bit exclamatorily... then paused once more in seeming realization. “Hold it...”
“UGH!!!! What’s wrong now?” Fanny groaned, her exasperation beginning to show itself. “It’s not like something doesn’t feel quite right with these adults, which it obviously does not!!!”
“No, you’re right,” affirmed Patton hastily yet increasingly boldly. “Why could adults possibly want to purchase Yipper Cards and Rainbow Monkeys for themselves?”
Fanny looked down at her usually -- and, to her surprise, likably -- strict male companion, clearly unaware of what he had in mind. “They either want to be kids again...”
“Or think that those two kids’ items can serve whatever sinister agenda they’ve got in mind,” Patton finished, then sharply turned his face to meet that of his likably strict female companion, remembering that part of their conversation that involved spare parts for the Kids Next Door Moonbase.
Fanny’s eyes widened as she realized just what Patton meant. “You don’t think...?”
Patton Drilovsky could only stare directly at Fanny Fulbright before they both turned slowly but surely toward the computer screen, which was still displaying the world map on it, with the previous information hidden behind said map. The dual Yipper Card/Rainbow Monkey icon that marked Ohio represented a key store that sold both items... right in Sector V’s hometown. Whoever these “His-Bowl-uh” people were, their activities took them close enough to Numbuhs Two and Five, known respectively as Hoagie Gilligan and Abigail Lincoln, that they could create some real trouble for the other major couple of Sector V. Any information initially displayed about the Guardians of the Revolution of Submission would have to wait...
... or would it?
END OF CHAPTER 1
