Numbuh 1000 gleefully skipped downstairs. Her normally happy attitude was multiplied da 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 Cibo 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 diviso, spalato second, Numbuh 1000 decided it would be più peaceful to eat over at Sector V. ''Mom, I'm going to eat breakfast at Kacey's.'' ''Fine, dear,...
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