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Hey, this blog still exists!

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Angsty quote and/or song lyric.

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#self-referencing hashtag

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((It rather looks like the pattern of helmet Numbuh 86 and Chad wore were both 2x4 Tech imitations of the East German ‘M56′.Though there are definite differences, a general outline, including a very wide width that tapers quickly to the top, are shared between the two designs.))

((Do I think there’s any deep meaning behind this? No, not really; it seems like the KND higher-ups took a liking to the Stahlhelm. As a matter of fact, Negative Numbuh 86′s helmet bears an even bigger resemblance, possibly owing the the DNK’s superior engineering level.))

#an observation #knd #codename: kids next door #numbuh 86 #chad dickson #numbuh 274 #fanny fullbright #east germany #m56 helmet #stahlhelm

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“Well, yeah!” Jimmy laughs, taking off his hat, “Whadd’ya, think I accum’late po-litical knowledge through some kind’a photo-synthesizer?”

(RP with @james-nixon from here.)

Ashley scoffed a bit. “Why would my brother be playing with airplanes with you?” She gave him the most skeptical look. “If I want to read a book, then that’s my choice. And if I went outside it would be in the gazebo, enjoying the garden.” She forwent to mention with her book.

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A few of the kids snicker, but Jimmy takes off his hat, bowing his head. “Gee, Amanda, I...I really appreciate this... Where’d ya get th’antedote?”

Battle at the mart.

The hit kid is squirming, the tiny poultry upon his head squacking and screeching, attempting to part with him. His arms fidget, and he begins itching repetitively.

“Aw, no, don’t be doin’ that! You’ll be outta action for two weeks!”

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“Now, that’s jus’ fine, an’ I don’t mean ‘ta punch holes in y’logic, but, uh... Why don’t’cha jus’ read th’book outside?” He grins, revving up the little plane for another flight, before turning back to her. “That’s ‘A Distant Mirror’, right? Th’history book ‘bout Middle-Age France? I got that book too!”

(RP with @james-nixon from here.)

Ashley scoffed a bit. “Why would my brother be playing with airplanes with you?” She gave him the most skeptical look. “If I want to read a book, then that’s my choice. And if I went outside it would be in the gazebo, enjoying the garden.” She forwent to mention with her book.

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Jimmy and his men are, in a feat of unparalleled cowardice, backed against the wall of the railroad car in desperation. “Don’t get that old boy near us,” Master President insists timidly, “I don’t want none’a that!”

Battle at the mart.

The hit kid is squirming, the tiny poultry upon his head squacking and screeching, attempting to part with him. His arms fidget, and he begins itching repetitively.

“Aw, no, don’t be doin’ that! You’ll be outta action for two weeks!”

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I have made something horrible.

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“Oh, nothin’, really. Jus’ passin’ by, flyin’ m’little airplane with Lenny.” He gestures to his toy plane, which is currently sitting on the manicured lawn, stretched on its stubby landing gear. “A real beautiful day, if y’ask me; darn shame that a girl like y’self wants ‘ta spend it inside.” He outstretches a hand. “Why not come on out, an’ admire, th’summa aesthetic?”

"Well, hel-lo, Missus Former Fourth-grade President..~ Whatever are /you/ doin' here, on such a /lovely/ day?....Oh, wait, y'live here."

Ashley flinched, then paused and went half eyed. Why was Jimmy on her front lawn? “What are you doing here? More importantly, why are you even speaking to me?” She really disliked the boy. He was so… uncouth and his accent was horrible.

#askashley-knd

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Slamming against the bars, Jimmy grasps for her, screaming incoherently.

“What kind’a answer is that?! I know my constitutional rights as an American citizen, and this ain’t just! Get back here, so I can hit’cha!”

He certainly isn’t winning any good boy points, is he?

"Come /on!/ When're 'y'all gonna gimme my phone call! Anna an' I were eligible 'fa parole /ages/ ago, Fullbright!"

Fanny sighed. She hated coming to Arctic Prison to check on things. Every time she had to walk down this hall he hollered at her about something else. “Well, what ye don’t seem to understand, Jimmy, is that I DON’T CARE! Ye won’t be gettin out of here any time soon. So shut up. Sit down. And BE QUIET! StuuuuUUUpid boy!”

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The hit kid is squirming, the tiny poultry upon his head squacking and screeching, attempting to part with him. His arms fidget, and he begins itching repetitively.

“Aw, no, don’t be doin’ that! You’ll be outta action for two weeks!”

Battle at the mart.

After about a good twenty minutes, the groups were sent packing. The Teen Ninjas had successfully secured the perimeter, with all three sides carrying away the wounded with whatever they can.

Down the street, there is a small railyard. Having just pulled out, Jimmy’s little faction, hiding in a rickety boxcar, eyes their stricken comrade nervously, afraid to touch him for fear that his ‘poxed’ nature will spread to them all.

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Summary photo of ‘Operation: P.R.E.S.I.D.E.N.T.’, from the credits of the KND finale; the scene, in which Jimmy and his robot duplicate dangle from the rear door of School Bus One.

#president jimmy #james nixon mcgarfield #knd #codename: kids next door #screenshot #operation interviews

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Yelping, Jimmy hops backwards a few feet.

“G-geez, y’scared me!” He helps her in, and leans out, looking around. “I reckon th’battle’s over... Anybody follow ya?”

Battle at the mart.

After about a good twenty minutes, the groups were sent packing. The Teen Ninjas had successfully secured the perimeter, with all three sides carrying away the wounded with whatever they can.

Down the street, there is a small railyard. Having just pulled out, Jimmy’s little faction, hiding in a rickety boxcar, eyes their stricken comrade nervously, afraid to touch him for fear that his ‘poxed’ nature will spread to them all.

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After about a good twenty minutes, the groups were sent packing. The Teen Ninjas had successfully secured the perimeter, with all three sides carrying away the wounded with whatever they can.

Down the street, there is a small railyard. Having just pulled out, Jimmy’s little faction, hiding in a rickety boxcar, eyes their stricken comrade nervously, afraid to touch him for fear that his ‘poxed’ nature will spread to them all.

Battle at the mart.

“Aw, don’t worry ‘bout Kenny, he’s-” Halting, his eyes widen, and he approaches her, grinning. “Y’d do that for us?” That’s…That’s wonderf-”

An explosion of chicken-pox ordinance knocks out the machine gunners, sending them onto the tarmac. A couple of the Cavalrymen, clumped together in fear, yelp as they witness the dozens of tiny poultry heads on their fallen allies’ faces.

“Aw, man, that’s DISGUSTIN’….COOKE STREET CAVALRY! Battlestations!”

And, so, the six kids mount their bikes, including Jimmy, and begin to circle the carnage, taking pot-shots with their various sidearms in a hit-and-run manner of attack. As they pass Amanda’s position, Jimmy continues to speak to her.

“How come….you’re….so willin’ ‘ta….help us?….This don’t seem too….straight and narrow, lady! Why’re ya….willin’ ‘ta be-….tray your teammates like that…?”

This manner of spreading out and circling is managing to drive the Teens and the Enemy Street Gang closer to one another, without them knowing what’s going on. Ranged weapons become useless, and a rather one-sided melee fight begins to break out.

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Fucking RIP

#operation r.o.b.b.e.r.s. #codename: kids next door #c:knd #knd #kids next door #president jimmy

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“Oh, sure y’were!... Y’all seemed pretty good at my job...”

“..’Fer ten minutes! Y’all bit off way more than y’could chew, an’ got’cher collective butt kicked accordin’ly! Y’all ain’t got no respect for political process, and, uh...Y’need ‘ta learn ‘ta use an intercom c’rrectly, too.”

"Y'all got an /explanation/, as 'ta why ya left me 'ta rot in a KND Prison, afta I pledged my /undyin' support/ 'ta your Fatha?"

“To be honest with you, you just weren’t the kind of villain we were looking for. We’d ask you to try again, but don’t bother. We were a much, much better president than you.”

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so reblog this if your muse is a character from an animated show from the 2000s

I wanna know how many of us is from the 2000 squad

#obviously