Numbuh 1000 gleefully skipped downstairs. Her normally happy attitude was multiplied سے طرف کی two this morning, for tomorrow was her 11th birthday. As she entered the kitchen, she ducked as a large spoonful of oatmeal was lobbed at her head. ''PETER MATHEW SOMMERS! WE DO NOT THROW FOOD IN THIS HOUSEHOLD!!'' Megan's mother screamed at one of her sons. To a normal stranger, this looked like a reenactment of World War 2. To the Sommers, it was breakfast. In a تقسیم, الگ کریں second, Numbuh 1000 decided it would be مزید peaceful to eat over at Sector V. ''Mom, I'm going to eat breakfast at Kacey's.'' ''Fine, dear,...
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