Notes - This was the winner of the "Middleton High School Reunion" Writer's Challenge Contest on the Kim Possible Discussion forum. Enjoy!

You are Cordially Invited

XX

Go City could be an overwhelming place for those who weren't used to it. Superheroes, supervillains, and a hustle and bustle that was very different from the comparably quiet town of Middleton. Quiet, at least, when it wasn't being attacked by doomsday devices or alien invasions.

Despite all that, Ron had gotten used to Go City. There were even certain places that managed to escape the sleek and impersonal shine of the city in general, especially in some of the more historic downtown blocks. Ron was walking down a street in one of those blocks now, enjoying the distinctive storefronts and a lack of nearby skyscrapers. He was in a good mood. He walked at a leisurely pace along the sidewalk and whistled to himself, a jaunt in his step and a bakery bag in his hand which was filled with some iced muffins for dessert.

The bakery had made a handsome profit today, and having just gotten off work, Ron was going to see two of his favorite people. Ron arrived at his destination and stopped in front of a cozy two-story building nestled in between two larger ones. The storefront windows on its bottom floor displayed colorful outfits that demanded a closer look from anyone who passed by. Ron looked at the outfits – a couple of them were new designs, he noticed – and then looked up at the sign over the door.

Casa de Monique.

As soon as Ron opened the door, a bell chimed his arrival. The little girl who had been sitting behind the registers opposite the door leaped up and rushed to greet the store's new customer. She leaped at Ron and wrapped her arms around him, almost bowling him over; Ron had noticed many times now that his daughter's small size could be deceptive.

"Daddy!"

"Hey Annie. Nice to see you too!"

He looked up from his daughter and gave the older woman behind the registers – who happened to be the owner of the store – a friendly wave. Monique nodded back at him.

"I hope she wasn't too much trouble?"

Monique gave Annie a mock glare. "She was nothing but trouble. Isn't that right, Annabelle?"

"Don't call me that!" Annie protested. She looked up at her father and rolled her eyes in exasperation. Ron thought something about her expression was amusingly grown-up. "Aunt Monique knows I get annoyed when she uses my full name. I think it's very childish, don't you daddy?"

"You're right," Ron agreed. "Completely childish."

Monique stuck her tongue out - whether it was directed at Ron or his daughter was hard to tell. Ron walked up to the registers and took another look back at the new outfits he had seen hanging in front of the store windows.

"Trying out some new designs, I see."

"Yeah, we'll see how they go," said Monique. "They're a little adventurous, but I think my customers can handle it. I've already seen a couple of old ladies in the street looking like they were gonna faint when they glanced in the window."

"Old ladies?" asked Ron.

"I can tell you're feelin' a bit cheeky today, Ron," said Monique with the sweetest smile she could manage, "but you don't wanna go where I think you're going."

"Okay, okay."

Annie had left her father to go rooting around in one of the less well-lit corners of the store, and a whoop of pleasure indicated that she had found something interesting. She came running back with an outfit that she had pulled from a discount rack of some of Monique's less successful merchandise, waving it wildly at her father. Ron looked it over and could immediately tell that it was not from Monique's very limited children's section.

"Daddy, Aunt Monique said I could have this for free!"

Ron laughed. "Is that right?"

Annie nodded as Monique raised an eyebrow.

"I think there's something wrong with that outfit," observed Ron as he pointed to the bottom of the shirt. "That's way too short to be a shirt - where's the midriff?" Looks like you have some damaged merchandise here, ma'am," he told Monique.

"You're being silly," said Annie with another impatient roll of her eyes. "I saw a picture of mommy in a photo album wearing a shirt just like this."

Monique snorted with laughter as Ron struggled to find a response.

"Oh, uh – well, times were different then. Your mommy made some horrible fashion mistakes that you will never repeat until you start buying your own clothing."

"When can I buy my own clothing?"

Ron thought about it a moment, and came up with an answer he thought was very reasonable.

"Thirty or so. Now put that back, Annie."

Annie grumbled as she returned to the rack where she had found the outfit. Monique had been counting out the register ever since Ron entered the store, and was almost finished bagging it up.

"Ready for some scrumptious dinner at Chez Ron and Kim?"

"You bet I am."

"Thanks again for letting Kim drop Annie off here for a while after school. One of my employees called in with a personal crisis at the bakery, and Kim had that mission with Team Go. I guess we had a little scheduling failure there."

"It's all good," said Monique. "Don't worry about it. Annie was upstairs in my apartment playing games until a few minutes before you came in."

Ron's daughter rejoined him, still looking a little disgruntled about her choice of outfit being shot down, as Monique finished closing things up. She gave the store one last check to make sure there were no customers still straggling around the sales floor before turning the lights off and flipping the 'open' sign on the door to 'closed'. Satisfied that they were ready to go, they left the store, and Monique locked the door by staring into the retinal scanner for a moment.

"Ready to go bother mommy now, you little munchkin?"

Annie gave her father a thumbs up.

"You bet I am!"

XX

Bonnie Rockwaller sat on a throne which was several sizes too big for her, trimmed in gold and padded with plush red cushions. The throne sat on top of a circular platform in the center of a room, which was raised up from a marble floor by several steps. Wherever Bonnie swiveled the throne – it was a top of the line Royolux model, which included swiveling action – she could enjoy an amazing view of the Mediterranean Ocean through floor to ceiling windows that ran most of the length of the room on all sides. It was a magnificent home for someone of Bonnie's stature, but at the moment, it was not making her happy.

She sank back in her throne with a grimace as she watched the holo-call in front of her. An expandable pedestal in front of her throne projected a disembodied head in the air, which was currently staring at her disapprovingly. Most people would have longed for the days of non-holographic phone calls, when someone could roll their eyes or be disrespectful without being seen by the caller. Bonnie, however, did not care whether or not the person on the other end of her call could see her displeasure.

"There's no need to be disrespectful, young lady," said her father-in-law.

Bonnie had to admit that she enjoyed being referred to as a young lady; in the last few years, she had been getting a little insecure about her age. Anti-wrinkling particle bombs at the skin care clinic could only keep skin perfect for another couple of decades, at most. Besides that particular comment, however, Bonnie was not enjoying the rest of the holo-call.

"Look," she told Señor Senior Senior's floating visage, "I told you once, and I'll tell you again, I'm too busy to think about kids!"

"Just consider it, my dear. For my sake."

"Okay, fine. Whatever."

Señor Senior Senior looked like he was about to keep turning the screw, but his image glanced back at something or someone behind him, unseen to Bonnie. "I have to go now, my dear. A little trouble at the retirement home. It is time to put old man Johnson in his place. You know how it goes."

Bonnie did, in fact, know how it went at the retirement home. She waved goodbye to her father-in-law as he terminated the holo-call, leaving an empty pedestal in front of her throne. It receded into the floor after she pressed a button on the side of her seat.

A noticeable pulse of pain had formed in Bonnie's temples, which she rubbed gingerly. Although the room was silent, she noticed several of her henchmen standing around idly and watching her. Something about their expressions began to get on her nerves.

"What are you people gawking at? Go do something useful!"

"Yes ma'am."

Bonnie's temple arced with another jolt of pain at the sound of the word "ma'am". The call had lasted at least forty five minutes. Bonnie had hoped that maybe she could live in peace at her private villa-cum-lair once she and Junior had moved his father into a retirement home, but he still called them constantly.

If she took him at his word, Señor Senior Senior's age had not slowed him down a bit. He seemed to be some kind of octogenarian supervillain who ruled the retirement home with an iron fist. Or maybe a quivering gelatin fist, Bonnie thought with a smirk. She liked to poke fun at him, but she supposed that if it wasn't for Señor Senior Senior, she never would have gotten into her current profession. Maybe she would thank him for that someday. She'd have to think about it.

"Hello, my darling!"

Junior had just come in from sunbathing on their sizable patio overlooking the ocean, and Bonnie could already tell that he hadn't put on enough sunscreen. He took off his sunglasses and leaned over to kiss his wife on the forehead. Bonnie eyed his physique, still perfectly maintained, and licked her lips. Junior hadn't changed much in appearance since they first met; he would be a perfect specimen of manhood if he only worked on a few lower-body and leg exercises from time to time.

"Honey," she purred, "can you go make me a martini?"

"Why did you not ask one of our highly-paid henchmen to do it?"

"Because they never do it right."

Junior smiled. "I would be happy to make you one." Before leaving for the kitchen, he handed Bonnie an envelope.

"What's this?"

"It is mail, addressed to you. What did father have to say?"

"The usual. He wants grandchildren, he hates dealing with insubordinate old folk's home lackeys."

"I see," Junior said from the kitchen. "And speaking of lackeys, what about that evil scheme which you have been working on with such concentration lately, my dear? How is that going?"

"Already done," said Bonnie. "It'll be hours before they realize that diamond shipment from Botswana didn't land where it was supposed to. It's kind of nice when you have people doing your dirty work for you, isn't it? There's nothing more wonderful than a little me time, after all."

Bonnie had been monitoring the progress on her hijacking scheme for the last few hours. Technically it was Junior's operation as well, but Bonnie tended to do most of the mental heavy lifting when it came to their partnership in crime. Either way, the hijacking had gone off without a hitch. Bonnie wasn't particularly surprised. Their operations had been meeting with a lot of success lately. Maybe Global Justice, along with all the other authority groups she had to worry about, were busy with other things. She and Junior hadn't had a serious run-in with the law for years.

The magnificent view outside of the windows occupied Bonnie's attention for another few moments until a flash of white caught her eye. The envelope Junior had given her, still unopened, caught Bonnie's attention again. She opened it up and looked at the contents as Junior came back into the room with a martini. Stirred, not shaken, garnished a maraschino cherry stabbed by a little green cocktail umbrella.

"You're so good to me, Junior."

"What was in the envelope?" he asked.

Bonnie handed him the letter after looking over it for a moment. Junior read it, a little disinterestedly, and gave it back to his wife.

"Are we going?"

Bonnie considered her answer for a moment. Their latest scheme had ended in success, and Bonnie had no immediate major operations coming up. And it was interesting how she had just been thinking about how their schemes had not been foiled in a long time, because in addition to the absence of Global Justice or any other authorities meddling in Bonnie's affairs, there was another meddlesome person who Bonnie had not seen in years. Would seeing her again be a good idea? Bonnie answered her own question almost before she had asked it, and Junior did not have to wait long before hearing that answer.

"Definitely."

XX

The car sputtered jerkily to a halt in the small communal parking lot behind Ron and Kim's house. Annie undid her seatbelt and leaped out of the car almost before it had come to a halt, running towards the front door while Ron and Monique were still closing their car doors. Ron kicked one of the car's tires with an annoyed grunt.

"What's up with the abuse, Ron?" asked Monique.

"Didn't it seem like it was barely chugging along when I was driving it?"

"Seemed fine to me."

"I dunno," said Ron. "I remember when everybody was excited about getting hovercars in the future. Now we're in the future, and we have hovercars, but only rich people have them! It isn't fair, I tell you!"

Monique thought there was something amusing in Ron's complaints about rich people, considering he and Kim were fairly well-off. Not that Monique wasn't doing alright for herself, but her friends had done quite well since college. Their house was not particularly large, but getting any house in the city itself instead of an apartment was not cheap. She had the feeling they could afford a hovercar if they wanted one. In this particular case, however, Monique's best guess was that Kim probably put her foot down on her husband's desires.

"Ron, it's not like they go more than a few feet off the ground anyway. And I hear their electro-buoys need to be changed even more than regular tires. The only reason people buy them instead of a regular car is because they're eye candy."

"What's wrong with eye candy? Besides, it's just the principle of the thing."

Ron decided he didn't feel like giving the car a closer inspection just yet. Instead, he grabbed his bag of baked goodies out of the trunk and walked to his mailbox. The only mail inside was a white envelope, and Ron did not recognize the return address. Kim was waiting for the two of them inside at the kitchen table, and after giving his wife a hug when he got inside the house, Ron dropped the envelope on the table beside her.

"What's that?" asked Kim.

"I dunno, I haven't opened it yet." Ron noticed the kitchen was looking neat and organized. "Aw man, I was hoping I could avoid making dinner tonight."

"Um, nice try, but I think Mon wants to eat something decent."

"Oh come on, you're getting better! I'm surprised you're home already though – that mission with Team Go must have been pretty short."

"Yeah, I think Aviarius is getting a little slower in his old age. He was complaining about his kids growing up the whole time we took him to jail, too – it was a little awkward. I swear, the next time I hear a pun about someone growing up and leaving the nest, I'm going to lose my mind." Kim noticed the bakery bag that Ron had set down on the table. "What's inside that?" she asked.

"Some goodies for after dinner."

Kim resisted the urge to open the goody bag as Ron went over the refrigerator and rummaged around for dinner ingredients, Annie giving him a helping hand. Monique was already sitting at the table and licking her lips at the sight of some of the things coming out of the refrigerator. Kim reached over and grabbed the envelope, opening it with a fingernail and unfolding a letter from inside.

"Dear Mr. And Mrs. Possible," she read, "You are cordially invited to the 19 year reunion of your graduating class at Middleton High School!"

Ron, who was cutting a cabbage, paused in mid-chop and glanced over his shoulder. "19 year reunion?"

"We apologize for not having organized a 15, 16, 17, or 18 year reunion," Kim kept reading, "but those reunions were canceled on short notice due to numerous freak fungal infestations of the high school."

"Why didn't they just wait until a 20 year reunion?" asked Ron. "And why do they have to host it at the high school in the first place?"

"I don't know Ron, I'm just reading the letter. I didn't organize the thing."

Monique listened as her friend finished the letter. She had forgotten to check her mail that day, but she assumed she had probably gotten her own invitation, and she was already looking forward to going. "When is it?" she asked.

Kim looked at the letter again. "Two weeks from now."

"Well, this totally rocks! You guys are going to go, right?"

"No way!"

Kim and Monique looked over at Ron's outburst from the kitchen counter. Even his daughter looked up at him and stifled a giggle.

"Well, I'm just saying, high school reunions are kind of a drag. There aren't many people I want to see from high school. Those things are just a contest to see whose life ended up better."

"Exactly," said Monique. "That's what makes them so fun!"

"Nope."

Monique sighed; she should have known Ron would be a tough nut to crack. "What about you, Kim - don't you want to see your friends?"

Kim thought about the idea of a high school reunion. She had to admit that she could see Ron's side of things. When it came down to it, Kim had always been an active person, always meeting a lot of people, but she had never been a social butterfly. Ron and Monique had been her only two close friends through high school.

"I've already got my friends here, Monique. I'd go if I got to see you again, but I already see you two or three times a week at least."

"You say that like it's a bad thing!" joked Monique. Kim smiled in response. "Anyways, you could catch up with some of the cheerleaders. It would be nice to see Tara."

"I guess that's true," admitted Kim. "And I guess we can always stop by our parents' houses for a little while if it's being held at the high school."

Kim thought about what her schedule looked like around the time of the class reunion in two weeks. She didn't always know exactly when her jobs were since she did not have a 9 to 5 kind of career, but the last-second missions that had dominated her high school life were less common nowadays, and she couldn't think of anything that would actually prevent them from going to the reunion.

"I wanna to see your old friends!" said Annie as she tugged on her father's shirt. "Take me to the reunion! I wanna see that evil girl you guys always talk about."

The room fell silent for a moment as Annie's comment hung in the air.

"You think she'd actually show up?" Monique asked her friends.

Kim did not know the answer.

"If she did show up, maybe that would be another reason not to go," said Ron. "I mean, maybe you'd just end up fighting with her the whole time, Kim."

"Oh come on, Ron. We've been out of high school for almost two decades – I think I've matured enough to be able to see Bonnie without acting like a teenager."

"Alright, just saying."

Kim thought about her old teen foe. She had not seen much of Bonnie after high school, although Kim knew she had run off with Junior, and she was more aware of Bonnie's life than even Bonnie probably realized. Showing her face at a class reunion would be a bold move on Bonnie's part, but Kim wouldn't put it above her. As for whether she wanted to see her old nemesis at the reunion, that was a whole other question. A question for which Kim did not have an answer. Having to deal with Bonnie at a reunion might not be pretty.

But then, it could be interesting.