Post by Ellie on Oct 11, 2009 19:02:35 GMT -5
Part 1:
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kids next door mission
operation:
f.l.o.u.r.
family
lesson
obviously
upsets
rescuers
Sector V and the of Mrs. Thompson's class stared baffled at a row of flour sacks that sat in the front of the classroom. They all had messes of yarn hair on top and eyes drawn on with marker, a few had eyelashes added to show they’re girls. Mrs. Thompson’s arrival was met by a storm of questions and yelling.
“Oh, oh, Mrs. Thompson!” Called Wally Beetles, better known as Numbuh 4, over the noise.
“Yes, Wallabee,” she answered, sounding annoyed.
“What’re all these cruddy bags for?”
“Well, Mr. Beetles, the school wants you to learn how to get along with someone and raise a child, so for the next 24 hours, you and a partner will take care of the bags as if they were your children.”
Everyone fell silent, Numbuh 4 leaned over to Numbuh 5, “No way I’m doing something so stupid! Why do I nee-“
“Shh…” Numbuh 5 cut him off and pointed to their sector leader, Numbuh 1, who was talking to Numbuh 2.
“This had got to be a trap; why else would they be trying to train us to be adults!” He slammed his fist down on the table.
“Nigel Uno! Is there something you’d like to share with the class?”
“I don’t know, is there Mrs. Thompson?” He said, a suspicious tone in his voice.
“Err, right… Anyway, when I call you and your partner, come get your baby,”
As Mrs. Thompson began calling the partners, Numbuh 4 leaned over again, “Oh, no, it’s gonna be stinky Bradley all over again,”
“Hoagie Gilligan and Abigail Lincoln,”
Numbuhs 2 and 5 went up and where given a sack of flour with short black hair.
“Hey, Numbuh 5, I bet he’s gonna be one smart cookie, get cause he’s a sack of flour,”
“Numbuh 2, if we have to be parents, I am not gonna listen to your stupid lines,”
“Fine, miss no-sense-of-humor,” he grumbled, she shot him a look, and they went back to their seats.
“Wallabee Beetles and Kuki Sanban,”
“Hooray!” Cried Numbuh 3, Numbuh 4 groaned.
They went up and were handed a sack with long, wavy blond hair.
“She looks just like you Numbuh 4! You should name her,”
“Do I have to?”
“Pleeeease, Numbuh 4,”
“Fine…. Uh, Sheila,”
“That’s…. Perfect!” she yelled, Numbuh 4 sighed, and they returned to their seats.
“Nigel Uno and Fanny Fulbright,”
“What!” Numbuh 1 shouted, that last person he wanted to be paired up with was Numbuh 86, the head of decommissioning and possibly the meanest girl on the planet.
“I don’t want to work with that boy,” Numbuh 86 cried from across the room.
“Well, you don’t always get a choice of who you end up with…” Mrs. Thompson rattled on with another of her rants about her ex-husband.
“You say a word, and I’ll have you decommissioned before you finish.” She growled as a snatched the red-headed, freckled-faced, blue-eyed sack from the table.
Numbuh 1 began banging his head on his desk until the bell finally rung.
now loading:
kids next door mission
operation:
f.l.o.u.r.
family
lesson
obviously
upsets
rescuers
Sector V and the of Mrs. Thompson's class stared baffled at a row of flour sacks that sat in the front of the classroom. They all had messes of yarn hair on top and eyes drawn on with marker, a few had eyelashes added to show they’re girls. Mrs. Thompson’s arrival was met by a storm of questions and yelling.
“Oh, oh, Mrs. Thompson!” Called Wally Beetles, better known as Numbuh 4, over the noise.
“Yes, Wallabee,” she answered, sounding annoyed.
“What’re all these cruddy bags for?”
“Well, Mr. Beetles, the school wants you to learn how to get along with someone and raise a child, so for the next 24 hours, you and a partner will take care of the bags as if they were your children.”
Everyone fell silent, Numbuh 4 leaned over to Numbuh 5, “No way I’m doing something so stupid! Why do I nee-“
“Shh…” Numbuh 5 cut him off and pointed to their sector leader, Numbuh 1, who was talking to Numbuh 2.
“This had got to be a trap; why else would they be trying to train us to be adults!” He slammed his fist down on the table.
“Nigel Uno! Is there something you’d like to share with the class?”
“I don’t know, is there Mrs. Thompson?” He said, a suspicious tone in his voice.
“Err, right… Anyway, when I call you and your partner, come get your baby,”
As Mrs. Thompson began calling the partners, Numbuh 4 leaned over again, “Oh, no, it’s gonna be stinky Bradley all over again,”
“Hoagie Gilligan and Abigail Lincoln,”
Numbuhs 2 and 5 went up and where given a sack of flour with short black hair.
“Hey, Numbuh 5, I bet he’s gonna be one smart cookie, get cause he’s a sack of flour,”
“Numbuh 2, if we have to be parents, I am not gonna listen to your stupid lines,”
“Fine, miss no-sense-of-humor,” he grumbled, she shot him a look, and they went back to their seats.
“Wallabee Beetles and Kuki Sanban,”
“Hooray!” Cried Numbuh 3, Numbuh 4 groaned.
They went up and were handed a sack with long, wavy blond hair.
“She looks just like you Numbuh 4! You should name her,”
“Do I have to?”
“Pleeeease, Numbuh 4,”
“Fine…. Uh, Sheila,”
“That’s…. Perfect!” she yelled, Numbuh 4 sighed, and they returned to their seats.
“Nigel Uno and Fanny Fulbright,”
“What!” Numbuh 1 shouted, that last person he wanted to be paired up with was Numbuh 86, the head of decommissioning and possibly the meanest girl on the planet.
“I don’t want to work with that boy,” Numbuh 86 cried from across the room.
“Well, you don’t always get a choice of who you end up with…” Mrs. Thompson rattled on with another of her rants about her ex-husband.
“You say a word, and I’ll have you decommissioned before you finish.” She growled as a snatched the red-headed, freckled-faced, blue-eyed sack from the table.
Numbuh 1 began banging his head on his desk until the bell finally rung.
