Codename: Kids Next Door OC plug in (OC x Lenny)

Operation P.A.R.T.Y.

Now loading: Kids Next Door mission: Operation P.A.R.T.Y.

Party
Animals
Rule
Teens
Yell

Ella's POV

Father: I'll only be in Saratoga Springs for the day. My doctor says I need to get some fresh air and take a break from making kids' lives miserable. Now, I know I can trust my Delightful Children things neat and tidy while I'm gone, right?
Father envelops flames around him.
Delightful Children: Of course, Father.
Father: Good. I left some money on the counter for pizza, and don't forget to feed the cat!
Father leaves.
Delightful Children: Yes Father.
The door closes and the Delightful Children giggle evilly and rub their hands together. They activate a video camera through a bust of Father, projecting Cree.
Cree: Is he gone?
Delightful Children: Yes. Will you and your teenage compatriots be coming to our little soiree to discuss the final destruction of the Kids Next Door?
Cree: I wouldn't miss this party for the world.

Alastor's POV

Time skip for a reason
An alarm beeps as Alastor runs up to her teammates.
Alastor: It's the Kids Next Door Help Me hotline, boss!
The other operatives follow Alastor into a room with giant computer as she types on the keyboard. Projecting the Delightful Children.
Delightful Children: Hello? Come in, please! We never thought we'd say this, but... save us, Kids Next Door. You're our only hope.
Ella: I tried to convince them not to.
Something glass shatters as the Delightful Children gasp and the signal cuts out. The Sector V operatives look at each other confused.

Ella's POV

Delightful Children: I wonder if they believed us.
Football player: Out of the way, squirts. Soda coming through!
Two football players carry a big barrel of soda as the Delightful Children dive out of the way. The Delightful Mansion is seen littered with teenagers, recklessly partying. A teen spins about with a lampshade on his head.
Teen: Hey, I'm a lamp, get it?
The Delightful Children yell and approach some teens cuddling. The coffee table in front of them is drenched in soda.
Delightful Children: Haven't you barbarians heard of coasters?
A football player catches a vase thrown to him.
Delightful Children: Hey! Put that down!
Cree pours some soda as Maurice leans on the barrel. The Delightful Children approach them.
Delightful Children: There you are! We were supposed to discuss the destruction of the Kids Next Door, not the destruction of our house.
Cree: Cool out, kiddies. Drink some soda.
Delightful Children: Soda!? That's illegal for anyone under thirteen, and filled with sugar!
A cat screeches as the Delightful Children run after the source.
Delightful Children: Hey, what are you doing!? That tapestry's been in the family for generations! (A/N: Oh no!)
The Delightful Children run into a teen.
???: Hey! Watch it!
Delightful Children: Amanda Wehrmacht?
Amanda: Oh great, you diseases. What are you doing here? It's teens only.
Delightful Children: We live here.
Amanda: Oh you do! In that case, you can date my little sister, Helmet Kid.
Delightful Children shake their heads.
Delightful Children: If you only want us to be with your sister due to our fortune then you can forget about it!
Amanda: Well, acting like that. Stay away from my sister, Helmet Creep!
The Delightful Children roll their eyes.
Cree: Come on, Maurice. While they're keeping those dorks busy, you and I can get down to business.
Cree tugs Maurice into another room by the arm. A phone rings as a teen picks it up.
Teen: Party central!
The Delightful Children snatch the phone from him.
Delightful Children: Give us that! (Lowered voices) Hello?
Father, on the other end, is getting a massage.
Father: Hello, children. Is everything going-
Two football players tackle each other, making very audible grunting.
Father: Hey, what's that noise?
Delightful Children except Ella: Uhh, nothing.
Father: Is somebody there?
Ella: Well, to be honest-
The other Delightful Children panic and Ella gets her mouth covered by Ashley and Lenny's hands. A teen gets sprayed with soda as another rides a bike by the Delightful Children.
Father: Are you having a part-
A cream gets squirted on Father's back.
Father: Hey-y-y, that's cold!
Delightful Children except Ella: Don't worry, Father. It's, uh, some ridiculous kids' cartoon on the television. Bye Father.
They hang up and uncover Ella's mouth as she heaves and pants.
Delightful Children except Ella: Are you ok, Ella?
Ella: No! I just lied to Father!
Delightful Children except Ella: Technically we lied, you almost ratted us out!
Ella: When he gets home and sees this, he'll never trust me again, you five brats can handle that, but I can't.
Four people dressed like 18th century aristocrats approach the children.
The Upper Crust member: I beg your pardon. We are The Upper Crust.
Delightful Children: The who?
The Upper Crust member: No, The Upper Crust. The string quartet.
Delightful Children: Oh, thank goodness. Maybe your dulcet tones will soothe these teenage-
A teen burps loudly in the background.
Delightful Children: Savages.
The Upper Crust member: All right, fellows. Shall we begin in B-flat major?
The rest agree and start playing their soft music instruments. Everyone but the band and Delightful Children gasps as the Delightful Children close their eyes and listen to the soothing music.
Delightful Children: Finally, some peace and...
An explosion is heard as the soft music instruments are replaced with rock music instruments, they start playing the song "Tell Mother I'm Home" (A/N: If you like rock music, check these guys out, they are a real band. They are great in my opinion). The teens go back to being reckless.
Delightful Children: What are you doing!? Stop that this instant!
They run up to the band in hopes of stopping them.
Delightful Children: Do you hear me!? I mean it! I'm warning y-
A band member kicks the Delightful Children away as they accidentally start crowd surfing.
Delightful Children: Stop it!
They land in a chimney, getting covered with soot and ashes as they are grabbed by a claw, lifting them up. They get stuck at the top of the chimney as Sector V holds up S.P.I.C.E.R.s at them.