"Listen, this Number 36 from Sector R." said a brown-haired 8 year old boy, "Some teens have invaded our tree-house and they're...No..NOOOOOO!!" he screamed as the video ends with static.

"And that was the fourth Kids Next Door tree-house that was under attack by teens in this past month alone." Number One said. "And every-time we check them out, they're...gulp...gone." Number Two whimpered. "Precisely. We're not sure what horrid plan those teenagers have constructed, but we have to find out before more operatives disappear." Number One said.

Suddenly, the alarms were raised. Another video transmission appeared on the screen. "Help! This is Number 67 from Sector H! Teens are attacking! Hurry!" screamed a small girl around 9 years of age. "Kids Next Door, Battle Stations!" Number One commanded.

Rushing to their vehicles, the KND flew as fast as they could. But by the time they could, the tree-house was ruins. "Man, those teens strike fast." Number Four said. "Quick. Search for survivors." Number One said. They patroled throughout the tree-house, but all they find was destruction. "It's gonna be pretty hard finding anyone in all this crud." Number Four said.

Number Three gasped as she saw Rainbow Monkey dolls blasted to shreds. "Those teens are gonna PAAYYY!!!!" she screamed with flames in her eyes. Number Three viewed the destruction and crimes committed to Rainbow Monkeys as the most unholy of crimes. Number Four simply groaned.

"Hey, guys! Over here!" called Number Five. Rushing to her aid, Number Two asked, "What is it?" "Footprints." she said. A trail of footprints led them out of the tree-house and into the open air. "I know this foot size anywhere." she said. "You mean.." Number Two asked. "Yep. Cree." she said with a glare.

"Looks like she and her cruddy teenage friends escaped through the air." Number Four pointed out. "That makes it even harder to track them down." Number One said. "They could be anywhere in the world by now." Number Two said. "I know where they would go." Number Five said.

Following her advice, the team flew all the way to the high school Number Five's sister goes. "The local high school?" Number Three asked. "It ain't at the Rainbow Monkey factory." Number Four pointed out. "Come on. Let's get inside." Number One said. Using grappling hooks made from coat hangers and fishing lines, they invaded into the high school.

"Keep your voices down, team." Number One said; knowing they're in teenager territory. Suddenly, Number Five saw a shadow that looked like Cree coming from the Principal's office. "Over there." she whispered. Looking at the direction she pointed, the team began to move toward the door. "I'll take care of Cree." she whispered. "Agreed." Number One said.

Number Two was disappointed. Even after all the violent things Cree did, he still had a crush on her. As the other four four members moved away from Number Five, Number Two was slowing down. He couldn't stop thinking about Cree. Suddenly, he felt two hands grab him from one of the hallways. "What was that?" Number Three asked. "Number Two. He's gone!" Number Four replied.

"Quick. Let's find him." Number One said. Meanwhile, Number Five entered the principal's office there. There, she saw Cree's hair. "All right, Cree. What are you up this..." she said. She gasped as she pulled out a mop head with black threads. Then the floor opened up.

Falling through the floor, Number Five screamed until she was trapped into a steel container. Only her head was exposed. "Abby, Abby, Abby. Even your dopey yellow-haired teammate could have seen that coming." said Cree from behind a chair.

"All right, Cree. What are you up to?" she asked. Slowing turning the chair, Cree turned to face her sister and Number Five gasped when she came into full view. "Cree?" she asked. Before her sister had the figure of a ninja, but now she had the physique of a sumo. Her body shape was as large as the Cheese Samurai's. Her breasts were size double d's. Her ass was the same size. Her belly would fit her sister and her teammates inside her stomach.

"Now you learned where the missing operatives went." she said. "Wait. No. You..." she gasped. "Yep. At first, I despised the diet because I lost my figure. But after a while, I grew to like it. I'm bigger, sexier and stronger than before." she said as she patted her stomach.

"Let me guess. You want me as a snack?" Number Five asked. "No. Because if I ate you, Dad would be devastated. But why eat you when I can have fun torturing you in different ways?" she smiled.

Pressing a button, she watched as...