A/N: Hello everyone! this is my first published fanfic. As luck would have it, I have the members of Sector V with me for commentary. Please R&R. Flames welcomed, they keep the treehouse warm.

Numbuh 1: We're here against our will.

Me: Ahahahaha! Funny one, that Nigel! *shoves*

NOW LOADING

Kids Next Door

Operation:

P.R.O.M.

Posh

Revelry

Opens

Minds

Ch. 1

The treehouse.

Every Kids Next Door sector has one, from the moon base to the arctic base. It becomes a second home, a safehouse of sorts. Each treehouse has all the components of a normal house, such as bedrooms, kitchens, Mission Prep Room, Breifing Room, TV Room, the works.

The treehouses exist in a network. Each sector knows about the nearby ones, and so on. The moon base has records of each one. Most treehouses are common knowledge, and the locations are not at all secret.

With this particular treehouse, however, people had gone to great lengths to keep it a secret. The files refferring to it are kept under lock and key, and no one but the highest operative even know it exists.

This was the treehouse of the Teens Next Door.

The Teens Next Door are an elite force of KND operatives that were allowed to evade decommisioning and serve the Kids Next Door long after their 13th birthday. Only the best of the best are admitted, of course.

Wallabee Beatles, known as Numbuh 4 among the other TND operatives, had been to that treehouse earlier today. At 6 AM, actually, much to his dismay. The Aussie hated to get up early, and could barely manage to rouse himself at 7 for school. Unfortunatley, the TND was short-handed, and at least on person had to be at the treehouse before school. So, they came up with a system that assigned each person one day a week for the early-morning shift. Eh, no worries, Oi'll just sleep during algebra. Not like Oi was goin' to learn anything there anyway. He shugged it off and continued walking to school.

Now, normally, Wally wouldn't care much about how he looked. It was simply too much work. But today, he had brushed his hair, put on deodorant, and had even showered. Why? because today he was finally going to ask out Kuki Sanban. Kuki had been in Sector V with him, along with some of his other friends. The blonde had harbored a crush on Numbuh 3, as she was known among fellow operatives, for as long as he could remember. It had seemed obvious to everyone except the person he actually wanted to notice: Kuki herself. It wasn't like he could just tell her, either. And as for asking her on a date? Where, and with what money? Wally had no idea what she would even want to do.

Now, though, he had a perfect opportunity. Senior prom would be in a couple weeks, and Wally had every intention of asking Kuki to be his date. After all, who else would she be going with?

Numbuh 4 walked confidently into school with plenty of time to spare. Trying to locate Kuki, he took in the sights around him. The gossips looked like they had some new dirt on something, The popular girls were laughing over who-knows-what, and the jocks were traveling from clique to clique, invading everyones' personal space. Kuki was over with the cheerleaders, discussing the night's routine. Wally approached the group carefully.

"H-Hey Kuki," He said, somewhat shakily.

"Hmm? Oh, hey Wally!" The Japanese girl smiled brightly. She was wearing a black tank top underneath a oversized green sweater, as usual. The cheerleaders backed away from the two a bit, whispering amonst themselves.

"So, eh...Oi was just wondering,..If, maybei, you'd want to...ehm...go to...prom...with...meh?"

A/N: Sorry this chapter was boring, the next one will be much better!

Numbuh 4: I don't have a crush on 3!

Numbuh 3: I'm a cheerleader? Yay!

Me: Exactly!

Numbuh 4: ...What?

Me: You'll see...

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