"Why, what are you kids doing here?" the old man said. "Did you come to cheer me up on my day off from taking you to school?"
"Out of our way gramps," Numbuh 4 said as he tried to push him aside. "We've got a mission to do."
"Oh, you're playing a game of hide-and-seek with your friends," the man said as he stepped aside, which caused Numbuh 4 to slip across the floor. "Um, take off your boots please, I just cleaned the floor."
The others then came charging in, though Numbuh 5 stood at the door.
"Alright team," Numbuh 1 shouted. "Let's split up and find that teenager!"
The team then scattered.
"So, how are you doing Mr. Richardson?" Numbuh 5 asked as she looked up at the bus driver.
"You can call me Charles in private you know," the old man said with a chuckle. "I'm guessing that they don't know the truth about me, or the rest of the squad."
"Not at all," Numbuh 5 said with a sigh. "You do know what today is."
Charles chuckled. "Been a long time coming. Been part of the organization well over forty years. Lots of good times."
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