operation INSANITY

[28]

I can't post fics on the internet, but I want to make one anyway. So, I'll do it one chapter at a time. Here's the first one.

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"It's a waste of time, Nigel!" "THIS ARGUEMENT IS A WASTE OF TIME!" Nigel Uno couldn't help but scream at his mother. She had been arguing with him for days on end, always about the same thing; the kids next door. She didn't understand how mmuch it meant to him. She didn't understand that it was the only thing he had. "It takes up all your time! You stay upstairs in that treehouse of yours for days without sleep! It could damage your health, and you never have time with your family anymore!" At this, Nigel's father looked up from his newspaper, which he was reading at the table. (They had just finished having supper.) "Well, Nigel does come down for father/son time once in a while, Martha." Mr. Jones said. "It doesn't matter how often he comes down to see YOU, Henry, he never talks to ME." Nigel realized he had no place in this arguement anymore. It was between his parents now. It went this way every time. One parent complaining about the kids next door, with the other defending him, and then his parents would fight. Ever since this started, they never looked at each other with smiles anymore. They never said 'I love you' to each other. They never held hands. Nigel used to think these things were gross. He used to tell his parents to stop it. But there had always been a part of him that had thought that parents were supposed to be this way. And now that they weren't, Nigel wished that he had all of his parents old habits back. "I'M THE ONLY ONE HERE CONCERNED ABOUT NIGEL!" "IF YOU WERE CONCERNED ABOUT HIM, YOU'D LET HIM DO WHAT HE WANTS!" Nigel Uno listened to the screaming. A lump came into his throat, and he ran upstairs before his tears of guilt became clear.

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Well, that's chapter one. It's too short, isn't it?

Tell me what you think.

[06]

Wow...it's amazing...I can picture it all...the detail is great...well done! It's wonderful!

[28]

Thanx!!! *glomps* You're the only one who has reviewed...I'll do chapter 2!

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As Nigel made it up the stairs, he could still hear his parents screaming at each other.....it was all because of him. He was the one who made them fight....it was all his fault. Nigel made it to the top of the stairs. The first two things that met his gaze were his two friends, Hoagie Gilligan and Wallabee Beetles. They were playing video games. 'Probably since 1am.' Nigel thought to himself, as he went to his room. (He pretty much lived in this treehouse with his friends, so they all had their own rooms.) "Where are you going, Numbuh 1?" A voice behind him said. It was calling him 'Numbuh 1', so the voice probably belonged to one of his fellow operatives. They were all called by number, not name. The incorrect spelling was just a kind of symbol for the kids next door. Nigel turned around. He was correct. It was another operative. Kuki Sanban, AKA Numbuh 3. She looked as though she had just taken a nap, judging by how her pitch black hair was all messy, as it was when she had been sleeping, usually with one of her stuffed animals from her vast collection. "Oh, I was just going to my room." Nigel told her, hoping he wouldn't be questioned any further. "For what? Sleep?" Every single one of Nigel's friends would frequently ask if he was going to sleep. The reason was, he only did so when he couldn't keep his eyes open any longer. Nigel tended to push himslef to the absolute limit. At first it would seem an advantage, but it usually resulted to him collapsing from exaustion. Nigel hated falling asleep. It took up all the time he used for working. "No, just to do some work." Nigel said, turning to his room as he spoke. "And I really should be going very soo---" As Nigel turned around, he came face to face with Abigail Lincoln. Out of all of his friends, she was the most concerned about his rest. "Oh, Numbuh 5!" Nigel said nervously, addressing Abigail by her codename, as he always did. "Hello." "Numbuh 1, where are ya goin'?" Numbuh 5 asked. She eyed Nigel with a look that said: 'You better not be working again.' "Err....I was just...." "Goin' ta work, righ'?" "Err....yes." Nigel figeted uncomfortably. He knew Numbuh 5 meant well, but he was behind. That fight with his mother took up all his time. "Well, Numbuh 5 thanks ya need a break. Why dontcha go play video games with Numbuh 2 an' Numbuh 4?" Numbuh 5 gestured to Hoagie and Wallabee, or Numbuh 2 and Numbuh 4. She often refered to herself in the third person. "I'd love to, Numbuh 5." Numbuh 1 lied through his teeth. "But I really should be catching up on my work." "Uh-huh. Fine. Ahll come in when ahve decided you worked enough." Nigel sighed. "Alright." He said. "Off ya go, then." Numbuh 5 said. Nigel obliged with relief.

In his room, Nigel Uno sat in front of a pile of reports. 'Wow. I never knew I was THIS far behind.' He thought to himself, grabbing a report from the pile. He knew that with every mission the kids next door went on to stop evil adults, there was a report to fill in. After all, saving kids was what the kids next door did, and they needed to know what was going on all the time. Nigel just sort of wished that the reports didn't pile up this quickly. He sighed and started working, filling in where and when the missions happened, listing the operatives that were involved, and attaching injury reports, if any. He knew he had to get done quickly, lest Numbuh 28 get angry at him. She was a wonderful person, and did a wonderful job filing all the reports that were sent in as she was supposed to, but she could get a bit scary when provoked, and late reports were the main reason she did so. He knew this well. After all, she was his old leader. But Nigel was the leader of a team in the kids next door now. And as the leader, it was his job to file these reports. Nigel worked late into the night. Very late. Very, very, very late. And then he finished. Nigel smiled, dispite how tired he was and how weak he felt. But then he realized something. Numbuh 5 had said she would check on him, so he wouldn't work too late. He glanced at the clock. It was 3:25am. He had worked for 8 STRAIGHT HOURS. This information brought an urgent question to Nigel's mind; "Where is Numbuh 5?"

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Here we are! Chapter 2! MUCH longer than the one before it, isn't it? Review it, PLEASE!

[numbuh74]

you asked me to red it and here i am^^
really cool your fic numbuh 28^^
can't wait to see chapter 3\o

[28]

YAY! YOU ACTUALLY LISTENED!!!!!! *glomps* I can't do chap. 3 right now, my dad is going to come down here.....oh yeah, here he comes. Bathtime, I suppose. Blast.

Oh, well. Thanks for the praise.

And now I run! *runs away, lest face bathtime*

[06]

EXCELLENT STORY! IT'S SO BRILLIANT! (And I knew you'd put Numbuh 28 in there...)...I definately can't wait for Chap. 3...I'm hungry...*goes to eat something*...

[28]

Okay, chapter 3.

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Nigel was starting to get worried. Could his friends be in danger? Well, he had to know where they were. They were his team. It was his job to protect them. Nigel got up and ran out of his room. Hoagie and Wallabee were no longer playing video games on the couch. Kuki was no longer having a tea party in the corner. (Which she had gone to do after Nigel started talking to Abigail.) Nigel didn't know where Abigail had been passing away the time, but she wasn't there now. Nigel searched the whole house, looking for even the slightest trace of his friends. Even Abigail's red hat, Hoagie's pilot goggles, or maybe a stuffed animal from Kuki's collection. But there was nothing. The only living things in the house were him, and the hamsters that ran the treehouse's power. Nigel got frantic. He searched everwhere again, hoping maybe his team had moved rooms when he was looking for them. 'Maybe they heard me coming and thought I was an enemy, or something.' He thought. This was very sensible, as the sector V (the kids next door was split into sectors) base was often invaded by enemy adults, and the heavy sound of Nigel Uno's brown boots hitting the wood floor could sound menacing, especially in a time of panic. But on the second search, he still found nothing. He felt that lump in his throat again. Why wasn't he there to see if they were in danger? He searched yet again, this time calling "Guys! It's Numbuh 1! Where are you?" or just, "It's me!" Hoping the sound of his voice would be enough. There was a villan called Father who could change forms and voices, but Nigel didn't care. He was too desperate to care. Nigel kept calling, and every second, his voice wavered more and more, because of his tears. There were three reasons for him to cry at this very moment. If you've ever had three reasons to cry, and cry for them all at once, then you know how horrible it is. The most frustrating thing about having three reasons to cry is that when you finish crying for one thing, you start crying for the second thing, and you go on feeling horrilbe and sad for a very long time. The first reason for Nigel to cry was because he felt guilty for not checking on his teammates. He wished he had gotten up, just for a little while, so he could see if everyone was alright. The second reason for Nigel to cry was that his teammates were gone. Completely gone. His four friends meant everything to him. He couldn't stand to lose them. He wanted them back, and he would give anything for them to just answer to his calls. And the final reason for Nigel to cry was simply because he was crying. Now, this may sound strange, but I daresay you've heard of 'tears of frustration', which, of course, are tears conjured because you are frustrated. I also daresay that you've at some point been frustrated to cry. Sometimes you want to be angry, and crying ruins it. Sometimes you want to remain serious, and crying ruins that, too. And sometimes (and this is the most common one, at least for Nigel) sometimes crying makes you feel weak, when you're trying to be strong. Well, right now, Nigel was frustrated to cry for all these reasons, and thus, tears of frustration formed. After a straight 48 minutes of looking, Nigel stopped calling for his friends. But he did say softly; "Guys.....where are you?"

Walabee Beetles woke up, not realizing where he was. He said the same thing he did every morning. "Ahm.......good mornin' intimidatin' fist. Good mornin' fightin' fist. How are ya guys?" Walabee, who was obsessed with hand to hand combat, always greeted his fists before opening his eyes. And while his eyes were still closed, he saw flashing lights. He decided he'd better open his eyes. As he did, his only reaction was as follows. "HOLY CRUD!!!!! WHA' HAPPENED LAS' NIGH'?" This shout woke up Walabee's best friend, Hoagie Gilligan. "Uhh......I think we were playing video games, and we fell asleep on the....AHHHH! WHERE ARE WE?" He said, surprised. It is not often that one falls asleep on the couch, and then wakes up in a cage, inside a room with flashing lights, and I'm sure your reaction really wouldn't have been any different, so stop laughing. Walabee and Hoagie looked around. Walabee spotted Kuki Sanban sleeping peacefully, still clutching a stuffed animal tightly in her arms. He walked over to her and shook her lightly. "Kuki.....wake up.....we're.....somewhere different..." Kuki was still fast asleep, and talking. She giggled and continued on. "Oh, bouncy curls rainbow monkey. You're so funny! Stop....tickling me!!" Wallabee mumbled. Kuki was obsessed with rainbow monkeys, cute little stuffed monkeys with rainbow deacons on their heads. Walabee hated them, but had to deal with the fact the Kuki absolutely disagreed. "Kuki......." Walabee said again. Kuki continued to laugh in her sleep, saying things like "Stop! Bouncy curls rainbow monkey! That's tickly!" "Kuki!! Come on....." "Oh! Oh! Stop it, bouncy curls rainbow monkey! Please!" "NUMBUH 3!!!" That woke her up. "What? What's going on?" She said, looking around. "Uh....ah dunno. I jus' woke up here." "Numbuh 5 sure wish she knew wha' was goin' down, 'cause it don' look good." Kuki and Walabee turned around. Abigail was already up. "I just wish I knew where we were...." Hoagie said. "Yeah.....thanks for waking me up, Wally." "Oh.....uhh......welcome." said Walabee, trying to block blush from his cheeks. "So, Numbuh 5 thanks we sould contact the treehouse, see if Numbuh 1's there. You guys dig?" The rest of sector V nodded. "Righ'. So Numbuh 5'll jus'...." Abigail dug inside her pocket. Her communicator was gone. "Eh, crud!" Walabee shouted. He kicked the bars of the cage. "This stinks! How are we supposed ta get outta 'ere?" "Umm......we could ask them to let us out really really nicely!" "Nice idea, Numbuh 3, but that didn' get us nowhere las' time." "Oh, right..." "Bu'....bu' it's still a great idea, Kuki!" Walabee said quickly without thinking. Kuki blushed. "Thanks, Wally!" "Welcome." Walabee said again. He couldn't stop the blush this time. Abigail and Hoagie looked at each other and grimaced.

Meanwhile, back at the treehouse, Nigel was sitting down, feeling even more guilty than he ever had in his life. He buried his head in his hands, thinking. Then an idea struck him. His friends weren't at his house.........so they must be visiting the neighbor's.

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Dun dun dunnnnnnnnn! I don't even think I spelled that right....;D

That's it!

[06]

Woah! Cool!

[28]

;D

[agentarizonan]

*reads the blocks of text*

The paragraphs are just too big and that makes it harder to read.

[28]

-_-;;;;; Well WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE STORY?

[agentarizonan]

I think it's good and that you delved deep into Nigel's character.

[28]

I love doing that....

[06]

I gussed you did...

[28]

Okay, doing chapter 4 now......

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Nigel didn't waste any time. He ran down the stairs as quickly as he could. As soon as he reached the door, his mother came in and blocked it. "Where are you going, Nigel?" she said. "Err.....I'm just.....going to....say hello to the neighbours." Nigel said. The words left a bad taste in his mouth. His neighbours, the Delightful Children from Down the Lane, were the last people he wanted to say hello to right now. He hated them. He loathed them. Whenever Nigel caught a glance at the delightful children, he began plotting against them. But he knew he had to lie. There was no way he was going to tell an ADULT what he was doing, not even if it was his mother. She hated the kids next door anyway. "That's wonderful, Nigel! You've finally gotten over that silly little idea that our neighbours are evil. Doesn't it feel good to let all that nonsense go?" "Yes, mum." Nigel said, half whining. "Now, can I please go? I want to find---I mean, I want to say hello to the neighbours as soon as possible." "Alright, Nigel." Nigel started inching towards the door, but his mother stopped him. "You know what I want to hear." She said. Nigel sighed again. "I love you, mum." he said, trying not to grit his teeth. "Good boy. Now run along."

Nigel ran out of the house and slammed the door behind him. He was glad to be out of there. He couldn't stand it. Now his parents constantly competed to prove to each other who was the better parent. Quite frankly, they were both being awful parents. They screamed at each other over everything, they never gave him any privacy, and they wouldn't let him leave anywhere without saying 'I love you'. Maybe that wasn't so bad, but there were times when Nigel just wanted to be alone. Nigel tried to shake these thoughts out of his head and concentrate on his friends. It was a cold day, and the top of his head felt like it was frozen over already. 'Why didn't I bring a hat?' He thought. 'I'm so stupid.' His parents were very fussy about hats, but this time they had a good reason. Nigel had no hair, and his head got cold very quickly. Of course it was irregular, but it wasn't his fault. It was the delightful children's. It all happened five years ago. Since then, Nigel changed so suddenly, it scared everyone. Especially Abigail. They were best friends, and she almost couldn't handle the change. It was so big. Nigel wasn't carefree, like he used to be. Now he was......hmm...I think I'd like to use the word morose. Abby always thought it was her fault. The delightful children had kidnapped him, and she didn't get there in time. But if she had gotten there any later, Nigel would be dead. Because of this, the two of them had always been best friends. They had a history.

This history came back to Nigel as he gazed up at the house across from his. He clenched his fists in hatred. The house, (or rather, mansion) had a fence, as many houses do. But this fence was very tall. Luckily, there was a ladder against it. Nigel climbed it....obviously. He was on the third rung when he looked up. That was a big mistake. The ladder was huge. It went on forever and ever. It wasn't leaning against the wall anymore. It was perfectly vertical. Nigel tried to lift his foot, but the ladder wobbled too much. He lost his balance and fell into complete darkness.

He was falling into a bottomless pit...he was going to die. And suddenly, he stopped falling. Nigel Uno hit the mud and stared at the sunset sky. His trademark sunglasses had fallen off. He got up and put them on. He looked up at the ladder again. It was leaning on the fence. 'What happened?' He thought. 'It couldn't have been my sunglasses, because they fell off when he hit the ground. Nigel thought he better not use that ladder again. He needed to find another way to get around the fence.

"Guys, quit flirtin'!" Abigail looked at Walabee and Kuki angirly. "Wha'? Flirtin'? We weren'.....ah was jus' praisin' Kuki!" "And blushing." Hoagie added quietly. Kuki giggled. "Ey, 'e's talkin' ta you too." Walabee said, looking at Kuki. "Oh. Well, you were just being nice to me, right Wally?" "Yeah. Jus' bein' nice is all." "Riiigh'....whatevuh. We gotta find some way outta here, an' find Numbuh 1." Abigail said, looking around for ideas. "What makes you so sure he's here?" Hoagie asked. Walabee nodded. "Well......Numbuh 5 isn' sure, bu' if Numbuh 1 ain't here, he's gotta be lookin' for us." "You're righ'." Walabee said, an adoring look in his eyes. "Numbuh 1's gonna save us fer sure!" Walabee had always idolized Nigel. He didn't quite know why, but there was something glorious about him.

If only Walabee could see his hero now.

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This could've been a lot longer, but I've gotta eat breakfast! BRB!