Operation P.O.W.E.R.P.L.A.Y.

[cpuff]

Not technically finished yet, but I decided to post what I've done so far here for now as it is obvious this is one fic I will actually complete ;D I dunno when I'll be online again though so updates may take a very long time. but I hope you enjoy this till then



Operation P.O.W.E.R.P.L.A.Y.
Potentially Over-Whelming Events Really Pains Little Youngster

Friends are probably the strangest creatures in the world. There are so many sayings about them, ‘A good friend returns something they’ve borrowed; a best friend has a whole closet full of your stuff.’ And ‘A good friend will bail you out of jail; a best friend will be right in there with you saying “Dude, we messed up!”’.
Friends know you better than most people, yet they still hang out with. A friend knows your deepest darkest secrets, yet they keep them secrets.
However all these reasons pale in the face of the one thing that truly marks a friend as the strangest of all creatures; A friend will always come to your rescue if you need them, even if it means getting in trouble themselves.
And here’s where things become really weird, because if you have a friend who would willingly put themselves in danger for you, chances are you, being their friend in return, will do anything to prevent them from risking themselves, regardless of what that would mean for you.

“NO! No no no no…! Aw CRUD!!”
Numbuh 4 hammered the buttons as hard as his thumb joints would allow but it was too late.
No combo was going to save him now.
“Ling Xiaoyu wins!”
“Yay!” Numbuh 3 cheered herself as the instant replay showed the small but fast Xiaoyu pummeling the daylights out of Devil Jin.
“I win I win I win!” She squealed as Numbuh 4 grumblingly got them back to the start menu.
“Aw I let ya win!” He mumbled.
She flashed him a grin. “Wanna play again?”
“Yeah alright.” He grinned back challengingly as he went thru the character list. “But do me a favour and don’t choose that girly-girl Zow chick again.”
“Ok!” She said moving her selection to another fighter and hitting X
‘Paul Vs. Panda!’
“Aw man!” Numbuh 4 pulled a face.
“Hey! Could you two keep it down?” Numbuh 2 said looking up from his comic book. “I’m tryin’ ta read the latest Yipper here!”
“You wanna read go to a library!” Numbuh 4 said over his button-crunching.
‘Panda wins!’
“Yay!!”
“This controller must be broken” Numbuh 4 said giving it a whack against the couch’s arm-rest.
Numbuh 1 came trudging into the room, his nose buried deep in a newspaper.
“Hey Numbuh 1! Comics?” Numbuh 2 said as the Sector V leader plonked down into the red armchair.
“No, High school newspaper.” He said not looking up.
“Why you reading that junk Numbuh 1?” Numbuh 4 said not taking his eyes off the screen.
“The Junior High football team has been doing a lot more drills than usual. I’m trying to find any information as to why.”
“Maybe they’re just preparing for a big game!” Numbuh 3 said sticking her tongue out in concentration.
“Yeah Numbuh 1.” Numbuh 2 nodded. “Let’s face it, The Jets aren’t exactly the best football team around. Maybe their getting ready ta go against The Dolphins or somethin’.”
“Well that would make sense Numbuh 2,” Numbuh 1 said looking over the top of his sunglasses. “If it were football season…”
A very loud slam of a door echoed up thru the treehouse.
“Numbuh 5’s home.” Numbuh 3 said.
On cue, the spy of the team entered the room grumbling to herself.
“Something wrong Numbuh 5?” Numbuh 1 asked putting down the school-newspaper.
Numbuh 5 crashed down onto the blue couch next to Numbuh 2 who was watching her rather worriedly. He wasn’t worried about her, he was worried for himself. A bad tempered Numbuh 5 was a dangerous thing.
Numbuh 1 was a little more daring that Numbuh 2 though.
“Well?” He prompted.
Numbuh 5 sat glowering for a few more seconds.
Numbuh raised an eyebrow at her.
“It’s my stupid sister!” She finally burst out. “She’s been drivin’ Numbuh 5 nuts! My daddy’s still at the hospital so Cree’s in charge of the house and she’s been on my case all day! ‘Do this Numbuh 5, do that Numbuh 5, did you remember this Numbuh 5’ It’s enough ta drive you crazy!”
She stopped and slumped back down into the couch.
“Eh.” Numbuh 4 shrugged thru his wild control-swinging. “Teenagers. Whatcha gonna do?”
Numbuh 5 mumbled something under her breath.
“Those rotten teenagers are always trying to boss us kids into doing everything for them.” Numbuh 1 said, starting on one of his ‘teenagers are evil’ monologues.
Numbuh 5 wasn’t in the mood though. She just wanted to hang out in the treehouse where she wouldn’t be asked to do anything she didn’t want to.
“Numbuh 5’s goin’ to her room.” She said getting up.
“Aw don’t worry Numbuh 5!” Numbuh 3 said.
“Yeah!” Numbuh 4 added. “Next mission we get you can give a teenager a proper butt kicking as revenge!”
“Yeah whatever.” She said leaving.
“That might be sooner than you think Numbuh 4.” Numbuh 1 said picking up the newspaper again. He rolled it up and put it in his shorts pocket. “I’m going to call Sticky Johnson the newspaper journalist and see if I can find anything out from him.”
He walked out of the room in the direction of his own house to use the Uno family phone.
“Boy. Talk about a couple of mood killers!” Numbuh 4 said once he’d left.
‘Panda wins!’
“Aw man!”

there's more but I'll post it later. any comments so far? ^^;

[Shwoo]

That's great so far. What's it about?

Do this Numbuh 5, do that Numbuh 5, did you remember this Numbuh 5’

Wouldn't Cree call her Abby?

[cpuff]

Yeah but Numbuh 5 referring to herself..or something... I dunno...should I change it or doesn't it matter too much?

It's not so big and epic as far as fics go, basically It involves Numbuh 1 (excuse my fangirlness >< ) getting into triouble with the Junior High footbal team. Scared his friends will do some sort of heroic failure of a rescue mission he decides to try and get out of it himself, problem is he has to come up with a pretty drastic measure to keep his friends from getting into too much trouble. (I suck at summaries )

thanx for posting though, now I can add more! ^^ (I detest double posting so I try not to)

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“Hello? Is this Mr. Johnson of the ‘High School Gazette’? … Hi, this is, er, a Jets supporter. I was just wondering, do you have any idea why they’re training so hard at the moment? Is there going to be a football game soon?....Oh….Oh really… I see…Ok great. Thank you.” Numbuh 1 smiled to himself. “You’ve been very helpful.”
He put the phone back on the receiver and started to make his way back to the Treehouse entrance.
“Something wrong dear?” His mom asked as he passed her.
“No. I just needed to use the phone.” He answered back and stepped thru the doorway leading to the main staircase.
He took the steps two at a time.
“Right!” He said as he stepped into the living room again. “I think I’ve found out why…”
He stopped.
He looked around.
The living room was empty.
‘Great.’ He mumbled to himself as he went down a hallway. ‘Now where are they?’
He sometimes hated the fact that the treehouse had over 67 levels.
Eventually he found them all in the kitchen raiding the fridge.
“We’re out of O.J.” Numbuh 5 said moving various junk food packets out of the way to see behind them.
“We’ll just mix some chocolate milk then.” Numbuh 2 said next to her, stuffing his face with what looked like to be the remains of a doughnut so old it was trying to bite him back.
“Ain’t we got lemonade or somethin’?” She said pushing aside a packet full of unnamed sugary things.
“Ya don’t like chocolate milk?” Numbuh 2 blinked.
“Not when I’m thirsty.” She replied.
“That doesn’t make sense.”
Numbuh 3 was sitting at the table pouring a whole bowl of sugar on some cereal while Numbuh 4 was wrestling with a cardboard box for the last cookie.
“Ya don’t drink chocolate milk when you’re thirsty!” Numbuh 5 was saying.
“Of course ya do!”
“Ahem!” Numbuh 1 cleared his throat. “I hate to interrupt, but I think I’ve found out why the football team has been training so hard.”

“From what I was able to get from Sticky Johnson, I think that the football team ‘The Jets’, are getting themselves ready for a very risky endeavor, however what this is going to be exactly is still a bit of a mystery. Sticky did tell me, however, that there are no football matches scheduled until at least next month.”
Numbuh 1 eyed his team over the top of his lenses making sure they were getting all this.
But he needn’t have worried, watching Numbuh 1 in the middle of a brief was a performance all its own and he had their full attention.
“It means that they are not operating as the junior high football team, but rather as the football team set against the Kids Next Door! I believe that they are training because they are preparing to face us and expecting heavy resistance. This can only mean one thing. They are preparing for an invasion!”
“No way!” Numbuh 2 gulped.
“Get out!” Numbuh 5 said raising her cap a bit higher with her thumb.
“Those cruddy teenagers are actually gonna try and beat us on our own turf?!” Numbuh 4 yelled.
“Maybe they just want to come over for an ice cream party!” Numbuh 3 said throwing her arms in the air. “Fun for all!”
“I somehow doubt it.” Numbuh 1 said.
“So what’s the plan boss?” Numbuh 5 asked crossing her arms.
“The plan is simple.” Numbuh 1 said. “The only reason they would try and attack a KND sector, or even headquarters, is because they would have some sort of weapon or device with which they could destroy it. So our mission is to infiltrate the football stadium and take whatever it is they’re planning to use.”
“I say we simply beat the stuffing outta them until they give it to us!” Numbuh 4 said slamming his fist into his palm.
“I think we’re going to need a little more stealth Numbuh 4. We want to get in and out again as soon and as quietly as possible. If we can do it without any confrontation it’d be even better.”
“Aww” Numbuh 4 sulked.
“Now I suggest we get ourselves to bed. I need you to be at top condition tomorrow.”
And with that the briefing ended and the operatives went to their various rooms in the confines of the treehouse.

[flirtykuki101]

Wow it's really good so far! keep going please>

[cpuff]

OK ^^

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The hallways of the football stadium were long and dark. The Jets were busy on the field running laps. The rest of the building was silent and deserted, save for four figures quietly making their way thru the maze of passages.
Numbuh 1 paused.
After making sure the coast was clear he signaled to his team mates.
“Right. We’re going to have to split up here. There are three likely places they will have hidden something of importance like that which they probably want to use against us: The locker room, The Coach’s office and the Boys bathroom.”
“Why the boy’s bathroom?” Numbuh 3 asked.
“Would you want to go in a boys bathroom in a sport stadium used by 30 sweaty teenaged boys?”
Numbuh 5 pulled a face. “I think we get it Numbuh 1. So what’s the split?”
“Numbuh 4, you take the boys bathroom, Numbuh…”
“HEY! Why do I get the smelly boys bathroom?!” Numbuh 4 demanded.
“Because it’s the boys bathroom and Numbuh 3 and me are both girls Genius” Numbuh 5 sighed.
“Right, So Numbuh 4, you take the boys bathroom. Numbuh 5, you and Numbuh 3 take the coach’s office, but be careful! If he catches you there goodness knows what he’ll do to you! Probably force you to join the after-school soccer team.”
“That ain’t so bad.” Numbuh 5 shrugged.
“Either that or the cheerleading squad.” Numbuh 1 raised an eyebrow.
“Ok point taken.”
“I will take the locker room. Basically we’re looking for anything that looks suspicious or out of place. Keep your eyes peeled and stay frosty! Once you’ve found something promising contact the others with your communicator. Numbuh 2 is circling the stadium and the minute he gets word that we’ve got the item he’ll touch down long enough for us to get on board and get the heck out of here.”
The others nodded.
“And try to avoid confrontation if you can! We don’t need any drama right now.” He added as they started going their separate ways.
Numbuh 1 turned his attention back to the job at hand.
He started making for the boys’ locker room.
The reason he had chosen the locker room for himself was because he knew very well that there wouldn’t be any-one in either the office or the boys bathroom. The whole team was on the field and he could clearly hear the coach blowing his whistle and yelling at slackers and any-one else who wasn’t keep up at the right pace, which at the moment sounded like every-one.
The locker room was another matter though; if one of the players should be injure or particularly annoy the coach he would be sent to there. More dangerously, the locker room also contained the showers and should the whole team not meet the coach’s approval they’d all come storming in. Numbuh 1 was not prepared to take a risk like that with his teammates.
He silently lurked thru the desolate tunnels past nurse’s offices and rooms piled high with white towels, freshly pressed and ready for any player needing them.
Finally he spotted the red lockers thru a door.
He stopped next to the doorway and pressed his back against the wall, listing for any tell-tale sounds of any-one who might be in there.
The stone wall was cold against his back.
After a few noiseless minutes it was clear the room was deserted.
Numbuh 1 stepped inside.
The locker room looked like any other you’d find at a sport’s stadium. It was smelly, dank, and slightly cavernous (more so to Numbuh 1, who was looking at it from a ten year old’s view point). The usual items littered every corner of the chamber. Towels, discarded shoes, helmets, footballs, jock straps, all in all everything you’d expect to find in a place like this.
Numbuh 1 set about his business, looking for anything that seemed unusual or out of place.
He approached the first locker and got out his scanner to see what was inside.