Operation: H.O.S.T.O.G.E.
H.orrible
O.rder
S.ecretly
T.akes
O.ver
G.ymnasium
E.vily
Megan entered the gymnasiun. It reeked of sweat and Axe Body Spray. Limp red and pink streamers were hung acrost the bleachers. Large wilted paper hearts hung on the walls. Luke warm cherry Kool-Aid in a punch bowl and half baked cookies in the shapes of L, O, V, and E. were on plates atop a lace covered red card table. A Taylor Swift love song driffted from the P.A. system. It was your basic Middle School Valentines Day dance. Girls were clustered in groups on one side of the gym. Boys littered the other side. Megan straightend her denim skirt, then her pink T-shirt. She adjusted her pink headband, then retided, than double tied her plae yellow sneakers. Anything to keep her from dying of boredom. It was a yawn-athon. A snooze-fest. A total bored a palooza. Megan thought of the perfect and most used exscuce in human history.
"Um, guys," she started while turning to her friends. "I'm going to get some fresh air."
On the way out the door, Megan grabbed her dark blue sports jacket, for Ohio winters can get below 0 degrees. When she got outside, she started thinking about missons. Her dumb Sector said she was working too hard. She needed to go out. Eating brocoli was better than this place. Well, almost. But if one more person asked if shewas Team Edward or Team Jacob, she was going to...wait, what was that? She heard someone drop somthing inside. Then, a sound of a window breaking rung out. Sombody screamed. Megan light footedly tip toed to the window. Teenagers! And not the good kind. Kids had been rounded up in groups of 5 or so, all being held at gun point. The limited non-13 or under cover teen operatives were stripped of all weapons. They were all completely defenseless.
Standing in the middle of the pandamonium (Which strangely has nothing to do with Pandas) was Cree. Megan gassped and reached for her C.O.M.U.N.I.C.A.T.I.A.N. device. She dialed Moon Base and started to yammer in her credentials.
"This is Numbuh 1000, Sector Q, 2x4 Technology officer and advisor! We have a Leval 10 teen provoked hostage situation! We have a Code Black, I repeat Code Black!" Then suddenly, all went silent.
H.orrible
O.rder
S.ecretly
T.akes
O.ver
G.ymnasium
E.vily
Megan entered the gymnasiun. It reeked of sweat and Axe Body Spray. Limp red and pink streamers were hung acrost the bleachers. Large wilted paper hearts hung on the walls. Luke warm cherry Kool-Aid in a punch bowl and half baked cookies in the shapes of L, O, V, and E. were on plates atop a lace covered red card table. A Taylor Swift love song driffted from the P.A. system. It was your basic Middle School Valentines Day dance. Girls were clustered in groups on one side of the gym. Boys littered the other side. Megan straightend her denim skirt, then her pink T-shirt. She adjusted her pink headband, then retided, than double tied her plae yellow sneakers. Anything to keep her from dying of boredom. It was a yawn-athon. A snooze-fest. A total bored a palooza. Megan thought of the perfect and most used exscuce in human history.
"Um, guys," she started while turning to her friends. "I'm going to get some fresh air."
On the way out the door, Megan grabbed her dark blue sports jacket, for Ohio winters can get below 0 degrees. When she got outside, she started thinking about missons. Her dumb Sector said she was working too hard. She needed to go out. Eating brocoli was better than this place. Well, almost. But if one more person asked if shewas Team Edward or Team Jacob, she was going to...wait, what was that? She heard someone drop somthing inside. Then, a sound of a window breaking rung out. Sombody screamed. Megan light footedly tip toed to the window. Teenagers! And not the good kind. Kids had been rounded up in groups of 5 or so, all being held at gun point. The limited non-13 or under cover teen operatives were stripped of all weapons. They were all completely defenseless.
Standing in the middle of the pandamonium (Which strangely has nothing to do with Pandas) was Cree. Megan gassped and reached for her C.O.M.U.N.I.C.A.T.I.A.N. device. She dialed Moon Base and started to yammer in her credentials.
"This is Numbuh 1000, Sector Q, 2x4 Technology officer and advisor! We have a Leval 10 teen provoked hostage situation! We have a Code Black, I repeat Code Black!" Then suddenly, all went silent.
I found this info on a KND fansite, and I'm not sure it's true or not, but it's pretty good logic, anyway.
Numbuh One - His name is Nigel Uno. Uno means "One" in Spanish.
Numbuh Two - His real name is Hoagie P. Gilligen Jr. Jr. means he is the 2nd persond to have that name. 2nd = Two
Numbuh Three - Her name is Kuki Sanban. Sanban is the Japaneese word for "Three"
Numbuh Four - His name is Wallabee Beetles. The old but famous rock group, The Beatles, originally had Four members.
Numbuh Five - Her name is Abigail Lincoln. President Lincoln is on the Five dollar bill
Numbuh One - His name is Nigel Uno. Uno means "One" in Spanish.
Numbuh Two - His real name is Hoagie P. Gilligen Jr. Jr. means he is the 2nd persond to have that name. 2nd = Two
Numbuh Three - Her name is Kuki Sanban. Sanban is the Japaneese word for "Three"
Numbuh Four - His name is Wallabee Beetles. The old but famous rock group, The Beatles, originally had Four members.
Numbuh Five - Her name is Abigail Lincoln. President Lincoln is on the Five dollar bill
