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Now Loading: Kids Next Door Mission

Operation D.R.E.A.M.S.


Writing Operatives: Lieutenant Darkton
Original Mission Director: Mr. Warburton

A virtual world made up of a green wire-frame pattern and a starry background visualized. The world was completely featureless, extending into infinity.

A ball of light suddenly appeared out of nowhere, gradually increasing in size and intensity. Numbuh 692 dropped out of this and was deposited on the ground, then quickly opened his eyes and grasped a firm hold on his weapon. Shortly afterwards, a set of round spheres materialized, floating above the wire-plane in irregular patterns. Numbuh 692 aimed at a sphere, following its movements carefully, and finally with a mighty cry fired his weapon at it. When the shot hit the sphere, it shattered into a seemingly infinite number of pieces, the remains of which quickly dissipated.

Numbuh 692 then set his sights on another sphere. Again, he carefully tracked its movements. When confident of its trajectory, he shouted out once again as he fires, just as successfully. He then aimed at another sphere; but this one changed its direction before the blast could hit it. He tried again, anticipating on where it possibly could be. The sphere didn't even come near the predicted location. Numbuh 692 growled through his teeth, and fired randomly in all directions. The shots traveled everywhere. Some hit different spheres while others hit nothing. He continued firing, making sure to cover every possible direction. Finally he drew down, breathing heavily and worn out from all the rapid firing.

But when he looked around, to his great surprise, the sphere he initially aimed at was completely untouched. Numbuh 692 looked agape and gasped loudly, followed by an agonized growl. He then immediately pulled out a large laser instead, most likely reconstructed from a Merf gun. "Gotcha this time," he said with a smirk.


Just then, Numbuh 692 could've sworn he heard a noise.


There it was again! "What the heck is that noise?" he asked to himself, as he looked around.


He listened intently. "No…Not a noise… Uhm…A voice. Someone I know I've heard before…."


A creeping realization suddenly came over him! "…no…"


The floor beneath him shattered like glass. He then dropped into an endless abyss as light engulfed him. "NOOOOOOO!!"

"Thomas? Wake up! Thomas?"

Numbuh 692 opened his eyes. His vision was grey and foggy; but as he had expected he saw Numbuh 450, who was grasping him with a concerned look.

"Daydreaming again, huh?" Numbuh 450 asked. "I thought you loved the thrill of battle."

"Yeah, I do!" Numbuh 692 snapped. "And for your information, I wasn't daydreaming, I was training!"

"That old excuse again, huh? If you were training, how come you were snoring?"

"I was training in my sleep! Is it that hard to figure out?"

Numbuh 450 sighed. "Oh, Thomas…"

Suddenly, an alarm started ringing. "Incoming message from Numbuh 74.329," droned the Treehouse's voice.

"Right!" Numbuh 692 shot up. "Time to see if my training paid off!"


Numbuh 692 boarded his blue S.C.A.M.P.E.R. to fly out to remote a KND outpost. He and his pilot, Numbuh 450, made for a spot with a crudely-painted landing sign, and disembarked.

"How long did he say this was going to take?" asked Numbuh 450.

"He didn't," Numbuh 692 replied. "He just said I should go there for something special."

"Well, don't take too long. I don't want to have to work on the Treehouse by myself."

Numbuh 692 scowled. "You're not my mom, you know. I'm the Captain, so don't you go about ordering me around. Besides, you can fight, too. Just because the special order says you can't go on this mission with me doesn't so you can't go on missions on your own if you want."

"That sounds great! Have fun!" she laughed as she re-boarded the blue S.C.A.M.P.E.R. flew off.

Numbuh 692 sighed and shook his head. "She'd make a good parent. Nagging and overprotective."

The entry of the base opened automatically as he approached, revealing a hallway made of mismatched metal that looked cobbled together. As Numbuh 692 walked through the halls, an announcement by chief scientist Numbuh 74.329 played over a set of megaphones. "All operatives who have been designated for this mission, report to the meeting room immediately." Numbuh 692 walked to the door farthest on the right. He found a hall full of KND scientists wearing lab coats who were busily working at their laptops. Instinctively, he glanced at one of the screens and saw schematics of something that looked like a briefcase with wiring inside it. Atop the schematics was a name: 'DREAMMACHINE'. Numbuh 692 tried to absorb as much info as he could…

…before being stopped by the scientist whose computer he was watching. "Hey! Yer on a need to know basis," the boy said as he blocked the view. "Right now, you don't need to now."

"Hey, for your information," Numbuh 692 said, "I was assigned to the mission! Don't tell me I don't need to know about this…whatever the heck it is!"

"You'll find out about it eventually. Right now, you need to get over to the meeting room."

"RRRGHHH…fine." Numbuh 692 walked off, but not before trying one last peek. He was punished with a slap. Numbuh 692 growled and stormed off.


As soon as Numbuh 692 entered the meeting room, he saw five other operatives: demolitions expert Numbuh 23, Moonbase security officer Numbuh 35, Sector X leader Numbuh 78, tech expert Numbuh 202, and…

"Nigel?" Numbuh 692 noticed. True enough, the leader of Sector V, Numbuh 1, was there as well. Numbah 692 immediately smiled and grabbed for his hand and started shaking it. "Nigey! My old friend! Hey, thanks for pullin' me out of the fire me back at the Collector mission; I really appreciate it! The two of us, we gotta stick together, ya know!"

But Numbuh 1 pulled his hand away. "Look, weirdo, I don't know why you're here. You certainly don't fit the qualifications of 'best of the best'."

Numbuh 692 gasped loudly, and then grit his teeth.

"Since we're working on this mission together, let me give you a piece of advice: sit back and watch a master at work." Numbuh 1 said as he walked off.

"Yeah…well…you too, you lousy no-good paranoid freak! You're just saying that because I'm not like you!" He pulled his eyelid down and stuck his tongue out.

"Well, I think yer both just fine," Numbuh 23 said to Numbuh 692. "And at the same time, I think you're both really rough. But still, you guys shouldn't let some little matter as how you look worry you two."

"It's not looks that bothers me," Numbuh 1 snapped, "it's attitude! Haven't you even been near this guy? He thinks he's so much better than he really is; it's disgusting! I bet right now he's trying to steal the spotlight from all of us!"

"Yeah, whatever," Numbuh 23 shot back. "Don't knock it 'till you've tried it."

"Oh, just you wait…" Numbuh 1 crossed his arms.

"I don't get it," Numbuh 692 said to Numbah 23. "You're not…scared of me?"

"I've dealt with weirdoes before," Numbuh 23 replied. "I mean, just look at Numbuh 24!"

Numbuh 692 thought hard. Then he remembered the operative who looked like he came out of a completely new alternative universe. "Oh yeah! Heheh. Him. Now he's weird!"

"Hey, what's the difference between his weirdness and Numbuh 24's?" Numbuh 78 said. "If you're gonna think someone's weird on one end, think they're both weird!"

"Uh, actually," Numbuh 23 said, "I was thinkin' more like thinkin' no one's weird, but-"

"Hey!" Numbuh 692 snapped. "You take that back! You'll regret saying that! You're nothing but a freaking bigot who can't see past what I look like! You're just a rude intolerant jerk who won't accept anyone that isn't her! And I'm still a better fighter than you are!"

"Wanna bet?" Numbuh 78 said.

"Oh, IT'S OOOON!!" Numbuh 692 yelled, letting out a battle howl.

"Stop! All of you!" It was Numbuh 74.329, suddenly appearing in the doorway. "You're all Kids Next Door operatives! You shouldn't be fighting like this! I called you all here to fight evil, not to fight each other! Now settle down before I send you all back home."

The two fighting operatives looked at Numbuh 74.329. "Fine," they said simultaneously.

"Good, now that that's out of the way, we can discuss the mission."


The operatives gathered around the table. Numbuh 74.329 took his seat in front of a screen. "Actually, this mission is a two-fold assignment," he briefed. "The first part of it is a recruitment mission. We found a child with extraordinary capability." Numbuh 74.329 clicked to the next slide. An image of a child with a brown shirt, black slacks and shoes, and short black hair appeared. "This is Jeffrey Millstone. We've been keeping tabs on him for some time now. He seems to know a great deal about all sorts of military tactics. He also has enough money to purchase a lot of Merf weapons and toy spy gear, and regularly plays with them. If we can recruit him into the Kids Next Door, we can probably gain a huge combat advantage."

"Okay," Numbuh 202 asked, "so what makes this a special mission that needs a top team to complete? Surely we can just recruit him the usual way?"

"No, we can't just recruit him." Numbuh 74.329 clicked again, bringing up an image of a man with black hair, a moustache and a business suit. "This is his father. He's president of a large corporation. This corporation has taken a firm stance against the Kids Next Door. That means if he were to find out that his son were to join our organization, he would most certainly disapprove. Not only that, even if we were to just let the kid come in, he's such a father's boy he'd be sure to tell his father about it. Dad would see it as a kidnapping or mindwashing, and before you know it, we'll have made a new, powerful enemy."

"Hmm," Numbuh 78 said. "That is a tough one. So what do we do?"

"I was just getting to that. This is the second part of the mission. Our top scientists have invented a new piece of 2 x 4 Technology that will allow us to have an edge. Behold!" Numbuh 74.329 placed a briefcase on the table, and opened it up, revealing…

Kids Next Door: D.R.E.A.M.M.A.C.H.I.N.E. (Dream Realizer Extracts A Memory Making Access Capable. Hugely Interesting N' Experimental)

…a wooden panel inside the briefcase filled with bottle cap knobs, plug-in wires linked up to headsets, and finally a big red button in the center. "This," Numbuh 74.329 continued, "is the key to our success. It allows a person to enter another's dreams. As you know, when you dream for a while and your brain gets an idea, you eventually start to believe it'll work. What I want you to do, is to go deep into Jeffery's mind and plant an idea that his parents don't really respect him. He'll feel the need to rebel against them, and we'll get our operative!"

"Hold on," Numbuh 1 blurted. "If there's one thing I've learned, that doesn't really work out. Whenever I've dreamed about my father hating me, I've shrugged it off, chalking it up to just a bad dream."

"Maybe that's just 'cause of all the candy you eat…" Numbuh 692 thought to himself.

"But, when I think up a positive thought, then it works out a lot better. I feel myself compelled to act on that thought. What if, instead of convincing him that his parents hate him, we convince him his parents would like nothing better than to see him move on to something great?"

There was a long pause.

"Actually," Numbuh 74.329 said, "that doesn't sound like a half bad idea! Let's do that instead!"

Numbuh 1 smiled. Numbuh 692 groaned.

"Anyway, back to the briefing." Numbuh 74.329 clicked forward again to a listing of bus routes. "This is the bus schedule Jeffery uses to get to and from school. I want you guys to intercept him on his bus, get him to fall asleep, and then use the D.R.E.A.M.M.A.C.H.I.N.E. on him. If you plant the idea deep in his head, he won't be able to let go of it. Also, it would be wise if at least one of you were to keep an ear open in reality, just in case something goes wrong."

"I nominate myself," Numbuh 202 blurted out. "I should be the one to work with the D.R.E.A.M.M.A.C.H.I.N.E., since I'm pretty good with tech. And really, this can't be that hard to work with, can it?"

"Question," Numbuh 23 said.

"Shoot," Numbuh 74.329 replied.

"What about the time it takes for him to get home? Last I checked, it shouldn't last that long to get there on a bus."

"Ah, that's the best part!" Numbuh 692 replied. "Whenever I'm engaged in my Image Training sessions, usually occurring when I dream, time seems to last longer. I betcha the same principle applies to the rate of time with that doohickey."

"Exactly," Numbuh 74.329 said. "Time in the dream world lasts longer than time in the real world, so five minutes will seem like ten. Now, seeing as how you have enough details to piece together a plan, let's get moving!"

"Right!" All the operatives said at once.


The bell rang loudly to signal the end of class. Jeffery Millstone stepped out of the door to the school, headed in the direction of the bus. As he boarded and sat down, he looked around to see who else was on it. He saw a boy in a red shirt, a boy in blue, a girl also in blue, a girl in purple, and…

"YAH! WHAT THE HECK IS THAT?!" Jeffery screamed, noticing what looked like some kind of monster with a circular head, thick limbs, and huge eyes.

"Oh!" Numbuh 202 replied. "That's my science fair project. It's a robot designed like a cartoon character. His name is…uhh…N-962!"

Numbuh 692 immediately responded by sighing loudly, shrugging, and moving his arms in a stilted manner. "Bleep. Bloop. I. Am. A. Ro. Bot. Can. You. Not. Tell."

"Oh," Jeffery responded. "That makes more sense. Did you get help on it?"

"Yep!" Numbuh 202 said. "My family works for a gihugic corporation. I think sometime in the future our companies should work together."

"How did you know my dad works for a company like that?"

"My Dad says your dad keeps talking about you. He's really proud of you." Numbuh 202 pulled out a water bottle. "Hey, I bet you're really thirsty. Want some?"

"Well…okay!" Jeffery grabbed the bottle, pulled off the cap, and took a sip from it. "Ah! Refreshing!"

A few seconds later, he collapsed in his seat, fast asleep.

"Good thing we used that melatonin to spike his water," Numbuh 202 remarked. "Alright, everyone! Coast is clear!"

The other operatives gathered around Jeffery. Numbuh 78 pulled out the D.R.E.A.M.M.A.C.H.I.N.E. and placed the headphones on him.

"692." Numbuh 692 said to Numbuh 202.

"Huh?" she replied.

"It's 692, not 962. Get it right next time, Kim."

"Maybe when you stop callin' us by our names instead of our Numbuhs."
Numbuh 692 growled loudly.

"Right," Numbuh 1 said. "You all know what to do. Numbuh 202, let me know if the bus starts getting to our stop by making a noise. Don't go too loud, just something to let us know we're running out of time."

"Gotcha," Numbuh 202 replied.

"See ya later, Kim!" Numbuh 692 said cheerfully.

"Bye, guys."

Each one of the remaining operatives put a set of headphones on their head, pulled out a bottle of water, and took a sip from it. They quickly fell asleep. Thus their minds left the Earth, and transitioned to a new world…

After a lightshow of a tunnel appeared before the five operatives' eyes, followed by a bright light, they arrived in a city along with Jeffery, riding in a go-kart sized van, driven by Numbuh 1. Jeffery was still getting used to the dream world, as was Numbuh 692. The others were quite active, however.

"Oh lovely," Jeffery said. "I've gone to bed. Now I'm going to miss the stop."

"I'm sure somebody will wake you up when you hit your stop," Numbuh 35 said. "Say, wanna go on a tour while you're waiting? We can read comics!"

"Silly kid. You can't read things in a dream."

"I can, it's really easy," said Numbuh 692 in a showoff manner.

"Me too," Numbuh 1 said from behind the wheel.

Numbuh 692 pouted. Obviously he wasn't as special as he thought.

"Anyway, if you can't read," Numbuh 35 continued, "we can do some other stuff, like-"
But before he could finish his sentence, the van started to shake. The operatives and Jeffery looked out the nearest window, and saw a squadron of soldiers in uniform firing upon the van with high-tech weaponry. "Huh?! Where did these guys come from?"

"Stop the van now!" Numbuh 692 commanded Numbuh 1.

"Why?" Numbuh 1 responded.

"So we can show these guys what happens when you mess with our bread and butter!"
Numbuh 1 was just about to correct him, but then smiled smugly. "Good idea, actually. Just let me find a good parking space." Numbuh 1 drove the van through the city, dodging blasts and the explosions that came with them. He swerved constantly, attempting to predict where the soldiers would attack next. Finally, he found an opening in a warehouse, and drove the van into it. The soldiers, however, surrounded the van by the score.

"Alright!" Numbuh 692 said, prepping himself for battle. "No time for games! It's officially cook or be cooked! YAAAAH!!" Numbuh 692 burst through the doors and charged at one of the guards, hitting him in the stomach, then in the chin, and then with a kick knocked him away. He then pursued the soldier, bashed him into the ground, and on the rebound from the attack yelled and punched him up into the air. He followed the poor sap into the sky, delivering a flurry of punches and kicks all over his body, grunting at each attack. He then grabbed the soldier's leg, swung him around while still mouthing battle noises, and finally threw him to the ground. He then proceeded to fly downwards, and with a mighty howl planted both his feet into the soldier's stomach. Panting heavily after all these theatrics, he spun around and shouted "WHO ELSE WANTS SOOOOME?!?!"
But as he looked over the area, most of the soldiers had already been knocked out.

"…but…but I worked so hard just to beat just one guy!"

"Oh, please," Numbuh 78 said. "You're too focused on lookin' pretty. Maybe you should try what works."

"Hey! If it's not worth doing with style, it's not worth doing! Personal motto right there!"

"That's not your motto, weirdo, that's the motto of Ja-"

"Hold up," Jeffery said dead seriously, causing the operatives to turn to him. "Something's not right here. None of these guys attacked me, yet they all attacked you. That's awfully convenient if you ask me."

"Well, um," Numbuh 1 stuttered, "it's just that, well, we're-"

"Invaders, I'm guessing? What if all these guards are my mind fighting back against you like a bunch of brain antibodies?"

"Oh, dear, this is gonna be harder than I thought. Hey, Numbuh 78, do you mind?"

"Sure thing," she replied, teleporting behind Jeffery and karate-chopping him in the back of the neck, causing him to be knocked out.
Numbuh 692 let out a loud gasp as his pupils shrunk. "WH-WHA?! How did…how did…but he was…and you were…"

"Lucid dreaming. It's very useful."

Numbuh 692 struggled for a response. "Bu…how…yeah, well…SHOW OFF!!"

"Whatever. Listen, we need a direction to go from here. We still have to put that idea into his mind, but how're we gonna do it if we keep getting shot at?"

"I've got somethin'," Numbuh 23 spoke up. The others turned to her. "Ever have one of those dreams where you think you've woken up, but you were still dreaming all along? Well what if we were to recreate that kinda effect?"

"What're you saying?!" Numbuh 692 asked.

"I'm saying we should conjure up a D.R.E.A.M.M.A.C.H.I.N.E. and go deeper!"

"D-deeper?" Numbuh 35 asked. "Is that even possible?"

"Crazy enough to work," Numbuh 1 replied. He then held out his hands, and in a flash of light a D.R.E.A.M.M.A.C.H.I.N.E. appeared. "Alright. Everyone ready?"

Every single member of the team conjured glasses of water filled with melatonin one at a time, first 23, then 35, then 1. Knowing it was his turn, Numbuh 692 moved his arms to his side, closed his fists, and let out a mighty yell. The others looked at him as he continued to yell. He then grit his teeth, making noises as if he were straining himself. Veins started to bulge from his head and his eyes involuntarily shut themselves. All the others could do was look on as he made strange grunting noises. Had he forgotten to use the restroom before they left?

But despite all his efforts to conjure up a glass, he could not do it. Eventually he gave up, eyes appearing as if X's were in them. "It's no use! I just can't do it! I just can't try hard enough!"

"Or maybe you're just trying too hard," Numbuh 1 mumbled. He then looked to Numbuh 78. She wasn't doing anything. "Uh, Numbuh 78? Why aren't you getting a glass of water?"

"Well, someone's going to need to keep watch," she replied. "I'll keep you safe from all the soldier guys by driving you along the way."

"You do know how to drive this thing, right?"

"If it's anything like Project Metropolis, yeah."

"Right. Thanks. See you soon." Numbuh 1 instructed the others to put their headsets on, while Numbuh 78 moved a headset to Jeffery. She also gave Numbuh 692 a glass of water. The remaining operatives drank, and the transportation began…

Jeffery sat at the desk of a futuristic soda bar, with neon lights, television screens depicting a 2D fighting game in progress, and a large crowd of strange-looking yet still human people. Jeffery himself was in the middle of drinking a glass of root beer.

"Hello," a vaguely British voice said. Jeffery turned around to one of the chairs and saw a bald boy with sunglasses and a red t-shirt. "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Nigel Uno."

"Oh," Jeffery said. "I could've sworn I heard that name before. Oh well. I'm-"

"Jeffery Millstone," Nigel interrupted. "I already know all about you."

"Wait…how do you know about me?" All of a sudden, the entire bar turned to Nigel, giving him an evil eye each.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm a projection of a kid you met on the bus. Nigel may not even be my real name. You just happened to fall asleep on the bus."
The crowd resumed their normal activities. Jeffery breathed a sigh of relief.

"Listen," Nigel continued, "you're not safe here. Someone is trying to gain information from you by invading your mind. I can feel their presence already. I don't know what he looks like, though, only that he exists. If you come with me, I'll help you take him down."

"Sounds good. Let's see if I can find him." Nigel pulled out an improvised weapon, gave one to Jeffery, and the two began their search.


Elsewhere, Numbuh 23 and Numbuh 692 were walking around the rest of the complex, a futuristic military base with a sleek white structure and blue lights around the area. "Okay," Numbuh 692 said out of the blue, "what're we supposed to be doing again?"

"Well, if what Numbuh 1 is doin' is any indication, I'd say we're supposed to be clearin' out the base from those brain antibodies or whatever."

"This place looks familiar, somehow…Wait a minute, I recognize this place! It's my old HQ back home!"


"In that case, I'm gonna go get myself some armor and a better gun! You keep doing your thing, I'll be back." And so Numbuh 692 rushed off out the nearest exit.

"Not really that smart, Numbuh 692. I guess I should-" However, because Numbuh 23 wasn't looking where she was going, she slammed into someone else. After reorienting herself, she had a good chance to look at the person she knocked into.

It was a girl who looked a lot like Numbuh 692, except she had somewhat curly hair set into a circular ponytail, blue eyes, and set of pink overalls with a white shirt underneath. "Oh, I'm sorry," the girl said with a sweet voice. "I didn't notice you there."

"Uh…well…that's okay," Numbuh 23 said, visibly taken aback by the strange girl. "I shoulda been the one to notice you."

"No, it's alright. Say…" The girl began to look at Numbuh 23 with a hostile expression. "I've never seen you before. Are you an invader?"

"Wha? Me? Naw! I'm just a…friendly…neighborhood…projection…just…projection-ing it up. Nothin' wrong with…me. Aheh."

The girl's mean look faded into a warm smile. "Oh. Okay! Heehee! Anything I can do to help you?"

"Well, I'm lookin' for Jeffery Millstone. Seen 'im?"

The girl strained a bit. "Hmm…huh…umm…hmm…I don't know who that is."

"Oh. Great."

"Hey, by the way, you wouldn't happen to have seen Numbuh 692 around here anywhere?"

"He said he was goin' to get some armor and a better gun. I don't know where you can find that kinda thing."

"Ooh! Ooh! I know where he went!" The girl hugged Numbuh 23. "Thank you so much! You're so nice!"

"Uh, sure. Whatever." The girl loosened her grip. "You know, if it weren't for the fact that you're a weirdo, you'd probably look a lot like Numbuh 12."

"I am Numbuh 12! And I'm not a weirdo; you are. Well, gotta go meet up with Numbuh 692. Bye-bye!" Numbuh 12 waved goodbye as she walked off in the same direction Numbuh 692 went.

"No problem! See you around Numbuh 12!" Numbuh 23 smiled contently. Then a creeping feeling came over her. "Numbuh 12?" The same Numbuh 12 who stole the Code Module from the KND Moonbase one year ago and joined the Teen Ninjas? "Numbuh 12?!" Come to think of it, it probably was that same Numbuh 12! Numbuh 23 gasped again as she realized what she had done and where she had sent a traitor. "Numbuh 12!!"

Transmission Interrupted
Yes, I'm back, and with a new story for KND's 10 year anniversary. I'm such a nice guy, aren't I?

In case you haven't noticed (if not, you obviously don't know your pop culture), this is a parody of Inception. I tried to think about what movies KND would parody if they were around today, and this was an obvious choice.

This is where I start to flesh out the character of Numbuh 692. Before he was just a subverted parody of a Mary Sue. Now he's more of a parody of anime dubs. Try to imagine his kiais as if they were in the style of the first FUNimation dub of Dragonball Z. Then you'll understand. I also had fun writing his scenes with Nigel. He hasn't learned anything, has he?

Stick around for Part 2, where the thought is attempted to be planted and Numbuh 12 makes her move! And give honest feedback, too. If I know what I did right, I can make the next one better!

EDIT: In response to this [link] Tumblr post, I have made some modifications.
This story is looking good so far, as I can't wait to see what happens when Numbuh 12 does meet up with Numbuh 692.

Keep up the good work!
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