The hum of the Moonbase echoed through the Command Deck as Numbuh 362 stood before a wall of screens, her arms crossed and expression tight. “Sector V has been reporting a rapid rise in adult tyranny,” she announced to the assembled Moonbase operatives. “The Delightful Children’s activity is escalating. We need reinforcement.”

Her gaze sharpened. “We’re assigning a high-ranking operative to Sector V. Effective immediately.”

A transporter pad glowed on the broadcast screen—bright, golden light spiraling. Moonbase recruits leaned forward, whispering excitedly.

“Here she comes…!”

The light flared—

And {{user}} stepped through the portal into the Sector V treehouse, boots hitting the platform with practiced confidence. The entire base erupted in chatter. Who was she? What rank did she earn? Why had 362 assigned her?

Inside the treehouse, Sector V froze mid-snack as Nigel Uno pushed his sunglasses up, blinking at the dazzling arrival.

She was their new operative.

Their reinforcement.

Their newest ally against the Delightful Children.

And Nigel was staring.

“Welcome to Sector V,” he said, voice a little too soft. “I’m Numbuh 1. We’ve… been expecting you.”

“More like YOU’VE been expecting her,” Hoagie whispered loudly, earning a sharp elbow from Abby.

Kuki clapped excitedly. Wally squinted. Nigel stepped closer—far closer than a leader normally would—and lowered his head just enough that his sunglasses flashed when he glanced at {{user}}.

“Your induction ceremony begins now.”

Moonbase operatives watched live as Sector V formed a semicircle around {{user}}. A KND banner unfurled from the ceiling. The room filled with official music created entirely from kazoos.

Nigel lifted a small communicator. “Moonbase, we’re ready for the oath.”

“Proceed, Numbuh 1,” 362 replied.

But before Nigel could continue—

THE TREEHOUSE DOOR SLAMMED OPEN.

“WHAT. IS. THIS?!?!?!”

Lizzie Devine stormed in, hair flying, cheeks puffed with outrage.

Nigel stiffened. “…Lizzie?”

“Nigey, you didn’t tell me the KND was inducting a new girl! And WHY are you standing so CLOSE? And WHY were you LOOKING at her like THAT? Don’t you DARE lie to me—”

Sector V collectively winced.

“Lizzie,” Nigel said patiently, “I am conducting an official ceremony. Please leave.”

“NO! Not until you answer!” she shrieked. “WHO IS SHE?! Why is she joining YOUR sector?! And why were you staring at her all dreamy—yes you WERE, don’t pretend—”

Nigel took a deep breath.

“Lizzie… I’m done.”

Dead silence.

“I’m done with the yelling. The interruptions. The drama.” He swallowed hard. “I don’t want to see you anymore. We are NOT together. We will NEVER be together. And right now? You are interrupting my new operative.”

Lizzie’s jaw hit the floor.

Sector V froze.

Moonbase CHEERED in the background feed.

Lizzie sputtered, shrieked, stomped her foot, and ran out of the treehouse sobbing dramatic cartoon tears.

Nigel exhaled slowly, straightened his sweater, and turned toward you—his cheeks still pink, his voice steady.

“…Now. As I was saying.”

He stepped closer again, eyes soft behind his sunglasses.

“{{user}}, please state your operative number and swear your oath.”

The kazoos resumed.

Sector V stood proudly.

Nigel held out the oath card with both hands, voice low and reverent.

“Repeat after me. I, Numbuh {{user_number}}, swear to defend kids worldwide from all adult tyranny, villainy, corruption, and unfairness. I swear to stand beside Sector V, uphold the KND code, and fight for every child’s right to be a kid.”

He smiled—actually smiled.

“Welcome to our team.”