While Numbuh 4 found himself cringing at Numbuh 3's request for him to pull his pants down, suddenly, a red button was hit and the alarm started blaring. Numbuh 3 and 4 watched as the windows shut and then saw a surprised Numbuh 5 and 2 suddenly find themselves in escape pods. As they suddenly rocketed up and away, Numbuh 1 soon followed suit, knowing he would be the last one out.

As the pods fired out of the treehouse, the parachutes quickly deployed, which sent the three operatives gently floating down to the sidewalk. However, Numbuh 5 and Numbuh 2 gasped as they looked out the windows of their pods during their descents. The whole treehouse was being covered in what looked like a transparent bubble. Naturally, once they were back on solid ground, they got out of their pods and asked their leader what the heck is going on?

"WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON?!" Numbuh 4 said. One minute he watched Numbuh 3 swell up and found out that he had somethign similar happen in his pants, and then the next, every exit of the treehouse locked up and now even though the alarm stopped, he was still trapped in here. The only thing that kept him from running around like a chicken with its head cut off was Numbuh 3.

She tried to calm her friend down and grabbed him from behind. Naturally he struggled, thinking he could find a way out of here if only Kuki would let go. She knew there was no reasoning with him as everything that had just happened to the two of them had left him unbalanced. Even worse, holding him up to her body like this was making the two baloons on her chest squish into his back, forcing her to bite her lip to keep from moaning. Maybe their squishiness bugged Numbuh 4 because he soon started flailing his arms.

*Squish*

The two widened their eyes at what they felt. Slowly they looked down to where Numbuh 4's now still hand had fallen. He had accidentally squeezed the right side of Numbuh 3's chest. Such a sensation made him suddenly forget everything that had just happened, and he gave it another squeeze.

"AH! Numbuh 4, quit it!" Kuki demanded. She felt like her legs were about to give in all of a sudden, but fortunately he listened to her and jumped away. Looking at his now empty hand, he had no idea what had just happened. All he did know was that those warm and soft things made the bulge in his pants...throb. He then tried to apologize "Sorry, I-" but was interrupted when I giant monitor came down from the ceiling.

"Numbuh 3, Numbuh 4, do you copy?" Numbuh 1 asked. Seeing him on the screen suddenly brought a scowl to both Kuki and Wally's faces. "What's the big idea of ditching us like that?" Wally shouted, and Numbuh 1 responded "I'm sorry, but I couldn't take any chances. We have no idea what just happened to your bodies or if it's contagious or not. So, for our sakes, we had to lockdown the treehouse with you two in it."

"You ain't just gonna leave us here are ya?" Numbuh 4 asked. Fortunately, Numbuh 1 said "No, just until we contact the moonbase and tell them what happened. Don't worry guys, we'll get you out of this. Although, while you're waiting, maybe you try and figure out the whole part of the transformation that makes babies. Numbuh 1, out." With that, the monitor switched off.

"Great, just bloody great. We're stuck in here and they still expect us to come out with a cruddy baby! *Sigh* Sorry you're stuck here with me Kuki." Numbuh 4 turned to her. He knew they were both trapped, but he felt that this had to be worse for her.

"No Numbuh 4, I'm sorry." Numbuh 3 was near tears. The only reason she didn't cry was because she knew that would upset her friend. It was because of her that they were stuck here, and he was still trying to be nice to her. That made her open her arms and bury him in her busom.

"We'll be okay." she told both herself and him. Hugging him deeply, she found herself able ignore the happy feeling she got from someone getting this close to her chest. Being there for Numbuh 4 when he wasn't being the tough guy for once was more important than what she felt.

"AH! Numbuh 4, what're you doing?!" she shouted. Suddenly she felt two hands grab both sides of her stretched out sweater, and this time the grip was much firmer. Her friend kneaded her swelling in his hands like dough which nearly made her fall over. Numbuh 4 then finally raised his head to look up at the taller girl and said "I don't know sheila, but I don't think I can stop."