Codename: Kids Next Door

Operation: A.L.L.I.A.N.C.E.

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K.N.D. Operative Numbuh 362

S.O.S. Entry Start: It has been over three months since this all began. The War. The War with the Adults and Teenagers that all started off from us interfering with their plans to make life miserable for kids all over the planet, we did what we could to stop them but no matter what the Kids Next Door did it wasn't enough. Their numbers were too great and their technology, even I have to admit, was much more advanced than our two by four technology. Despite this, we thought we could win by using smarts and tactics, but this time we were facing something much bigger than a single Adult villain or a small group of Teenagers. For the first time in the history of the Kids Next Door our fight against Adult tyranny, the Adults have banded together with the Teenagers and launched the largest attack ever on the Kids Next Door and near destroyed us in just eleventy hours. As Treehouse after Treehouse fell to the Adult and Teenager onslaught we retreated to the last safe haven for us Operatives, the Moonbase. The Teenagers constantly attacked us and we were able to beat their forces back but slowly the Adults started to join in on the assaults and our numbers are dwindling, we won't be able to fight for much longer. Our supplies are limited, our fleet nearly wiped out, the Operatives are paranoid and scared and we don't have a single scoop of ice-cream left on the entire base. We won't be able to last another week if the Adults and Teenagers commence another attack, so in an act of either blind hope or pure madness I'm going to use what's left of our communication array and transmit this message outwards to the stars in hopes that someone, anyone will hear our cries for help and come to our assistance. If there is anyone out there, please help us. It's not about fighting for the rights and freedom of kidkind, it's about survival. The survival of the Kids Next Door.

Numbuh Three-sixty-two stared at the flickering screen in front of her, the two week old SOS message on the screen stared back at her, letters sometimes switching to numbers. She sighed and placed her forehead on the end of the desk and stared at the floor, candy wrappers and an ice-cream cone soiled her view but she didn't care, she didn't want to look up out from the bridge and see the remains of the Kids Next Door fleet. She knew that there were a few Adult and Teenager ships out there in the floating graveyard but it did little to cheer her up. Too much had been lost, Operatives had been captured, went missing, their snack food and soda supplies were slowly running out and the Moonbase was on the verge of disintegrating, but these were only minor problems, she knew that if the Adults and Teenagers armies attacked again, they would have to fight to the last kid. There was no-where else left to run.

"Numbuh Three-sixty-two, sir?" a small and timid voice said. The Supreme Leader of the Kids Next Door looked up from the floor and saw an Operative standing to the side of her, one of the engineers tasked with fixing the Moonbase.

"Yes? What have you got to report?" she asked.

"W-we managed to get most of the defenses working again," The Operative said, smiling weakly, "Dunno how long they'll last though because of our low power supply and stuff."

Numbuh Three-sixty-two sighed as she stood up and rubbed the sides of her head. "We have to make do with whatever we have." She said. "You and every last Kids Next Door Operative knows that."

"Y-y-yes sir!" The Operative said, saluting and then quickly departing the room, looking somewhat anxious.

Numbuh Three-sixty-two sank back down on the chair and went back to staring at the message, hoping that both the transmitters and five remaining KND probes sent out with the message had reached someone or something that would help them. She heard footsteps behind her and knew who it was from the glint that shone on the screen. "Hello Numbuh One."

Numbuh One stood behind her for a few minutes, silent before he finally spoke. "Anything?"

"No," Numbuh Three-sixty-two said heavily with a hint of irritation. "I know we have to be patient but we could be attacked any minute now. We're lucky we haven't suffered a full attack in nearly four weeks."

"Father is biding his time, Rachel, we all know that."

"Nigel. Do you think anyone will come?" Numbuh Three-sixty-two said, turning around, looking at Numbuh One with an expression of defeat and hopelessness. Numbuh One sighed and walked over to her, placing a hand on her shoulder and looking out past the debris of broken ships to the stars.

"If anyone did, they're sure to be racing here right now. We just have to hope that the Adults keep up doing nothing."

"What do you think the Adults are planning anyway?" Numbuh Three-sixty-two asked. "They've been quiet for a really long time. No attacks, no messages, nothing."

"Whatever it is, assume that it won't be good." Numbuh One said. He turned to leave but stopped when Numbuh Eighty-six approached them. She didn't look her usual stoic expression, this expression was a mix of insomnia and stress. Fanny looked as if she hadn't rested in nearly a week, her clothes and helmet were battle scarred and broken and her sidearm was missing.

"Reporting for debriefing, Numbuh Three-sixty-two sir," she said, saluting. Numbuh Three-sixty-two stood up and faced the Head of Decommissioning.

"Report Numbuh Eighty-six. Did you accomplish the mission?"

"Ah, only partially," Numbuh Eighty-six said nervously, looking away. "We were able to find a few Treehouses that housed a few ships each. We recovered over fifteen of them, but we lost nine trying to escape a Teenager surprise attack."

"I'm afraid that'll have to be good enough, you did well Numbuh Eighty-six. You get some sleep while you can."

Numbuh Eighty-six nodded and left, her posture still tall and ridged, but deep down Numbuh Three-sixty-two knew that she'd be wetting her pants the second Father and his forces attacked. On the bright side, the remnants of the KND fleet had increased slightly, but it still wouldn't be enough to slow, never mind stop the Adult and Teenager armies. Numbuh One sighed, patted Numbuh Three-sixty-two on the back and left, both tired and eager to get back to his team so they could set up more defenses and finally sleep after being awake for nearly twenty hours. Numbuh Three-sixty-two looked back at the screen and shook her head as she turned and walked away. She had just left the room when the text on-screen started changing from letters, to zeros and ones as a binary message started to fill the screen.

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Father stared up into the sky from his sitting room inside his mansion. From the view of the night sky he could see the Moonbase, battered and with pieces slowly breaking off and drifting into the empty void of space. He drummed his fingers against themselves and shifted his pipe from one corner of his mouth to the other, his suit hiding the slowly growing grin. "You know, I really should've done this a long time ago." He said to no-one. "Could've solved all of my problems within a week." He reclined in the seat and chuckled for a while until he heard the door open. His eyes shot open and he span around in his chair, fire erupting from all around him.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT?" he screamed directly at the newcomer. He stopped and stared when he saw that it was the Toiletnator cowering not ten feet away, the fire from around Father reflected off a small pool on the floor. "That had better be toilet water, Toiletnator."

"U-u-u-uh, y-y-yes it is father…uh…sir." The Toiletnator said.

"So what brings you here? Again?" Father sighed as his fire died down.

"Um…I was told to come here and tell you that the Teenagers managed to take out some more of those Kids Next Door. They were trying to get some ships and the Teenagers attacked them while they fled."

"Excellent," Father said as he rubbed his hands together. "I really should give the order to attack sooner or later. I'm getting bored with all this waiting." He pushed a button on the desk in front of him and waited as a large computer console rose up from inside of it. Multiple screens flickered on and the faces of all the Adult villains and Teenager commanders filled up the console. Father stood up and moved his pipe again and spoke. "The Kids Next Door now have a decent fleet. Everyone get ready for the next attack, we've given them more than enough time to try and defend themselves in one last futile attempt. It's time to finish them off, once and for all!"

The Villains and Teenagers all started laughing as one by one they signed off to prepare for the last attack. Father turned off the monitor and sucked in a breath of air. "You can go now, Lou. Your work here is done."

"C-c-can I be in the final attack? Pleaseeeeeeee? I never got a chance the last ten times."

Father groaned as The Toiletnator started to beg annoyingly. "ALRIGHT!" He shouted, fire once again igniting all around him. "For Pete's sake, you can join in. Just don't try and screw up or anything. Now leave me alone, I need to plan this attack out."

The Toiletnator grinned and made a squeaking sound as he pulled out a pair of plungers. "I shall not fail you." He said darkly as he marched to the bathroom, the sound of a toilet flushing a few seconds later. Father shook his head and opened up a map detailing the final battle of the KND Moonbase. He reached up and pushed a button on his desk, a monitor flickered on and standing there behind the flickering screen were the Delightful Children from Down the Lane.

"Hello Father," they all said in their disturbingly synchronized way.

"The final battle is nearing my Delightful Children," Father said, "Be sure that my personal army is ready to invade the Moonbase. Now that those Kids Next Door have managed to gain and build a few more ships and fix their Moonbase, they've been given the false hope that they can stand up to us we'll finally be able to destroy them."

"Yes Father," the Delightful Children said with eerily evil grins before the screen shut off. After it did Father started laughing manically, knowing that he was fully close to achieving the goal of eradicating the Kids Next Door once and for all.