
The idea originated in October 2016, when WikiLeaks made public a trove of emails stolen from the account of John Podesta, a former White House chief of staff and then the chair of Clinton’s presidential campaign Comet was mentioned repeatedly in exchanges Podesta had with the restaurant’s owner, James Alefantis, and others. Welch had traveled to Washington because of a conspiracy theory known, now famously, as Pizzagate, which claimed that Hillary Clinton was running a child sex ring out of Comet Ping Pong. Behind the door was a small computer-storage closet. As parents, children, and employees rushed outside, many still chewing, Welch began to move through the restaurant, at one point attempting to use a butter knife to pry open a locked door, before giving up and firing several rounds from his rifle into the lock. An AR-15 rifle makes for a conspicuous sash in most social settings, but especially at a place like Comet. That day, people noticed Welch right away. Comet Ping Pong is a beloved spot in Washington. In the back, children challenge their grandparents to Ping-Pong matches as they wait for their pizzas to come out of the big clay oven in the middle of the restaurant. Kids gather there with their parents and teammates after soccer games on Saturdays, and local bands perform on the weekends. parked his car put the revolver in a holster at his hip held the AR-15 rifle across his chest and walked through the front door of a pizzeria called Comet Ping Pong.Ĭomet happens to be the place where, on a Sunday afternoon two years earlier, my then-baby daughter tried her first-ever sip of water. He drove 360 miles to a well-to-do neighborhood in Northwest Washington, D.C. 38‑caliber Colt revolver, and a shotgun-and hopped into his Toyota Prius. That morning, Welch grabbed his cellphone, a box of shotgun shells, and three loaded guns-a 9-mm AR-15 rifle, a six-shot. One place to begin is with Edgar Maddison Welch, a deeply religious father of two, who until Sunday, December 4, 2016, had lived an unremarkable life in the small town of Salisbury, North Carolina. The origins of QAnon are recent, but even so, separating myth from reality can be hard. You know all this because you believe in Q. You must shield your ears from the scorn of the ignorant. And so you must be on guard at all times. You know that a clash between good and evil cannot be avoided, and you yearn for the Great Awakening that is coming. You see plague and pestilence sweeping the planet, and understand that they are part of the plan. You know that only Donald Trump stands between you and a damned and ravaged world. You know that the mainstream media are their handmaidens, in partnership with Hillary Clinton and the secretive denizens of the deep state.

You know that they are powerful enough to abuse children without fear of retribution. You know that a small group of manipulators, operating in the shadows, pull the planet’s strings. You understand this sounds crazy, but you don’t care. But you are hard to identify just from the way you look-which is good, because someday soon dark forces may try to track you down. You may well have an affiliation with an evangelical church. You could be a bookkeeper, a dentist, a grandmother icing cupcakes in her kitchen. You could be the young man in headphones across the street. You could be a mother, picking leftovers off your toddler’s plate. Fibb, these kids have their work cut out for them.If you were an adherent, no one would be able to tell. Whether it's the possibility of getting shipped off to summer camp, battling the imposition of adult swim time at the local swimming pool, or clashing with adult enemies such as Gramma Stuffum, Knightbrace, Mr. And Numbuh Five, alias Abigail "Abby" Lincoln, is the quiet one with the most common sense. Brash and impulsive Numbuh Four (Wallabee Beatles) is a master of hand to hand combat. Diversionary tactics are the specialty of Kiki Sanban, also known as Numbuh Three. Gilliam, a mechanical genius and expert pilot, is known as Numbuh Two. Numbuh One is Nigel Uno, the British-accented leader of the group. Like any good team, the agents in Codename: Kids Next Door each have their own distinct identities, skills and personalities.


But when taking a stand is just not enough, this crew embarks on top secret missions on behalf of children everywhere, utilizing fantastic homemade technology like flying machines and catapults, to accomplish their goals. These principled kids tackle the really important issues facing their peers, like the right to stay up late or to eat whatever they want.

Codename: Kids Next Door follows the escapades of five eager, yet bumbling, ten-year-olds as they join forces against adulthood to fight for the right to enjoy all the fun things in life.
