So this idea just kind of popped into my head and it's floating around for a while so I thought I would put it out there and hopefully you guys like it!

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The next day would be the end of everything, everyone would forget all of it. All the fights, all the villains, all the celebratory root beers, all the countless nights in the beloved treehouse, and how strong the bond of friendship between them was. Well everyone would forget except for Numbuh 1, he was still part of the GKND and they haven't heard from him since. But one member of Sector V would be dammed if her ever let himself forget his friends. So there he sat, in his room, recently cleaned by his mother, writing as neatly as his 12 year old hand would allow. He wrote down everything he could about his friends; names, phone numbers, addresses, appearances, personalities, anything and everything that would help him identify his friends after his memory of them was gone.

They tried not to think about the day to come as they gathered in the treehouse for their final night, but the emotional strain proved too much as the youngest member of Sector V was the first to crack. They tried to console Numbuh 3 as best as they could. No one was angry with her for crying, they all could feel the weight on top of their shoulders.

Numbuh 5 was the next to crack, the usually cool and collected member couldn't bear the thought that it was her birthday that was tomorrow. Her friends and teammates had all decided to get decommissioned together on her birthday. She tried to get them to stay in it, but they had all agreed to go out together, deciding that it would be too painful to watch their teammates forget about them.

Numbuh 2 cracked after, though not as bad as the girls, he couldn't help the flow of tears down his face. He couldn't imagine his life without having his friends. He couldn't even remember a time in his life where they weren't by his side.

Next to crack was Numbuh 4, the 'tough guy' of the group. He didn't crack nearly as much as his teammates but even he couldn't stop his own tears as he looked around the room at his best friends. Numbuh 5 and Numbuh 2 were trying to calm themselves down by starting the popcorn in the microwave, but it wasn't really working that well. Numbuh 3 was still sitting on the floor, arms clutching a purple Rainbow Monkey, trying to stop her tears. Even Numbuh 1 had a few stray tears coming from behind his ever present sunglasses.

Wait…Numbuh 1?

The other three turned their attention to the screen in the middle of the tire pit, indeed there was their fearless leader. They all rushed over and managed to dry their tears in time to hear what he had to say. He reminded them to never grow up, always be a kid at heart. He apologized for not being there with them, but the GKND still needed him and he was never one to turn away from a mission. When asked what the mission was, he told them he was sworn to secrecy, but he hoped that it worked out the way the GKND wanted it to. With his final words of goodbye said to each separate member of his former team, he signed off and wished them the best of luck in their future lives.

After an uneasy night of sleep, the four young heroes woke up to the sound of feet marching in unison in their treehouse. It was time, Numbuh 86 gave them 5 minutes to get dressed and even she looked sad to see the best sector the KND has go out. But it was the rules and Numbuh 86 always followed the rules. The team climbed aboard the ship and took their last trip ever to the moonbase. They had remained silent the entire time and even as they were asked if they had any final words, nothing was said. Numbuh 5 would go first, as it was really her birthday, she hugged each of member of her team goodbye and followed the operative through the doorway that they knew she wouldn't come out of. Numbuh 2 was next, he also hugged his friends and went through the door, not knowing what the future would hold. Numbuh 4 was next, he stared at Numbuh 3 and finally gave her a hug. She hugged him back and two KND operatives had to pull Numbuh 4 off, the teammates were both crying. The blonde boy still had his arm outstretched towards the Japanese girl, screaming her name as he was literally dragged through the door. Numbuh 3 was left alone for a few minutes, crying hysterically at this point. It was her turn now and as she went through the same door as her teammates, she couldn't help but think of the Aussie boy who she would soon completely forget about.