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4-year-old Kim Possible sat on the couch clutching herPandaroo toy.
"We interrupt this show for a breaking news story. Three Upperton preteens have been reported missing near Middleton Lake. They were last seen in a small fishing boat on the shallow side of the lake, and authorities fear they may have drifted into dangerous waters or even the Tri-city rapids." the reporter went on to give descriptions of the two boys and girl.
The redhead found the news saddening.
"While the search continues into its 2nd hour, volunteer rescue crews are being organized to investigate the area. The children's parents are urging any able persons to please come help them in the search for their kids. We'll keep you updated on this heartbreaking story."
"Kimmie, go get a fresh bottle out of the fridge for your brother. Daddy and I need to get ready for work," Mrs. Possible called.
Kim was angered by the fact that her family was just sitting around while those poor kids were in jeopardy.
"Mommy, can I go down to the lake and help out in the rescue mission?" She handed the bottle to her mother, who laughed.
"Of course not Sweetie! You're not old enough to do those dangerous things. Now, I'll wait here until Mrs. Needlemeyer arrives. She'll stay with you kids until we come home for lunch. Dad's getting nachos to-go from that new fast food place."
"Mrs.Needlemeyer, the taxidermist's mom? But she doesn't let me leave the house, not to mention she smells like cabbage."
Just then James Possible walked into the living room. "Guess who just called? My boss! He wants to make me the head of our research lab!"
"That's great honey!"
"Yeah. There's going to be a formal promotion at the Scientists Banquet next Friday."
"Next Friday?" Kim's voice quavered. "As in the day of Pre-K Graduation?"
Her parents' faces fell. "I-I'm so sorry Kimmie-cub-"
She ran out of the room before he could finish.
"Let her go. She needs to grieve this one out on her own." Mr. P put his hand on his wife's shoulder.
Pre-k Kim ran out of the house as fast as she could, tears coursing down her face. 'I've had it!' she thought immaturely. 'I'm running away.'
"No more 'Kimmie's too young' or 'Kimmie-cub's too little to handle that.' I can't take another 'Kimberly Ann, don't play in the rain,' or 'share with your brothers' or 'its not possible for you to do that.' Not anymore!"
She ran through their backyard in a frenzy of rage, ran and ran until-
'Where am I running to?' The Stoppables were on a weekend fishing trip to Michigan. She had money saved up; maybe enough for a plane ticket. But Uncle Slim's wife Bee had just gone into labor. Nana was a worrywart and she wasn't desperate enough to go to Aunt June and Cousin Larry.
"It doesn't matter," she thought aloud, still running. "I can make it on my own. I can do anything!"
"Who are you talking to?" a familiar voice asked.
Kim stopped in surprise. "Ron!"
"Hey Kim. Were you talking to your imaginary friend, 'cuz mine got jealous and left when you and I started hanging out. Its okay, though. I like you better."
"Forget it." She pulled him into a friendly hug. "What about Michigan?"
"Oh, I blew up a bundt cake in my Granny Crockett Oven, so I get to stay home- they think that's punishment. I was heading over to your house, actually."
"Please don't mention my house!"
"What's wrong?"
"Everything! I never get to do anything because I'm too young, and Mommy and Daddy never pay attention to me anymore; they're too busy with the boys and their job. And the twins are such annoying dweebs and now I have to miss graduation-" her voice broke off as she began to cry again.
"Kim, don't cry! You never cry."
"Oh, Ron, let's run away and never come back to Middleton!"
The two of them walked together through the woods (in the opposite direction of Kim's house). Ron tried to comfort her, but he was so unused to seeing Kim like this. Half an hour later…
"So you're saying we could run away to Texas and get jobs as professional cow wranglers?" Kim hiccupped a little but her sobs had subsided.
"Well, I haven't worked out the technical stuff but it should work better than the professional gypsies plan-aaaahhh!"
Ron skidded on a slippery rock and fell straight into a muddy creek ten feet below.
"RON!" Alarms were going off in Kim's head.
Cliffhanger!
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