Hiya, noble reader. If you happened to come across this little fic, welcome. My name is Dave, and I never intended to write anything to contribute to FF. I have been reading and reviewing on the site for months now, and I continue to be blown away by the sheer artistry of the folks that contribute here.
This (first? Who knows?) story is a tribute to the creators of these stories I have managed to read so far, and to the creators and crew of the show. If you'd like, check out my profile as well. It's a fun read, too…
The standard disclaimer seems to fit well here.
I don't own any of the characters Mark and Bob have spawned, or have any affiliation with Disney Productions in any way. Nor do I own any copyright for any of the characters that I have created. I DO own this little story, but if you want to use names I have created here, be my guest. I would only be flattered.
Onwards…
RD
"Rockin' Down the House" by Ranchero D
Chapter I
It was again time to put together some sort of celebration for their wedding anniversary, and Kim Stoppable was actually struggling to come up with ideas. Three years married already, and the first two anniversary celebrations were sure going to be hard to top.
Kim thought back to the first; Junior and Shego had actually sprung for a trip to Bora-Bora for them, with a brief stop in Tahiti. Must have been Shego's idea, she always did like tropical locales, and the beaches and the climate were perfect for romantic evenings on the beach. It sure did the trick for them. They were married there after Junior told Shego he had fallen madly in love with her while she had Miss Bunny's former job of tutoring him… even if she hadn't done his homework for him…
…Or maybe she had
Ron had done a lot of 'marinating' during the days in the sun, but the nights belonged to Kim.
Even Junior's father, the old triple S himself, had given his blessings from Bueno Nacho corporate.
After the drama with Drakken and the Diablos, and SSS had been released on parole, Senior bought out Drakken, who went to prison for life with the help of Shego's testimony. He had rebuilt the company with Ron's help, and a few 'bendie-straws'. He was doing quite well for himself after giving up the villain game, having grown bored with trying to take over the world. He kept himself very busy attempting to rebuild his 'requisite billions', whatever that meant.
For the second, Pop-Pop Porter had set them up with an all expense paid trip around the world. Much to Kim's chagrin, though, was that Pop-Pop had set the transportation the two would use to be that huge shrimp balloon that Adrena-Lynn had used to do that stupid phony stunt where she pretended to bungee jump out of it. Mr. Porter was especially happy to do it when Benny, the former accountant from Defteen Records, told him it would also be an advertising tax write-off. Talk about a left-handed gift, but Kim forced herself to be gracious.
Never the less, Ron did seemed to be thrilled about riding in it, and the fact that he and Rufus got a full supply of the famous flash-frozen mini corn dogs that she just refused to eat. All THAT succeeded in doing was making Ron 'crummy in the tummy' somewhere over Paris. Awkweird thing there, Francois was almost hit…
Good thing he didn't want to bring suit like that poor clown in Middleton did.
While sitting in her kitchen, trying to relax for the moment, she was actually dreading having to come up with something that could best that special night at the prom, and all the wonderful times she and Ron had spent together after their missions before they were wed. And the anniversaries gone by? Besides…
She was fast running out of time.
Kim's new 'Mom' ears suddenly picked up a muffled cry coming from the living room.
She stepped from the kitchen into the living room of their modest home, bending over the bassinet she had put the twins down in for a nap. She bent down and picked up the beautiful blond haired girl, who was putting up a little fuss. A tiny red headed boy was curled up sleeping in the other section of the double bassinet that Francis Lurman had sent.
'Frugal Lucre' indeed… Kim was impressed that Francis had actually paid full pop for it, since he was banned for life from Smarty Mart.
"Oh, my, STINKY-POO, Amber, somebody needs a new diaper. Let's see if we can get this gorchy thing changed before we wake up your little brother" she quietly cooed to her armful of love.
Kim slowly and silently started to tiptoe into the downstairs bathroom to use the changing table she and Ron had received from Big Mike and the gang for her baby shower. Kim had found out that they were actually going to throw in together for a couple of kegs of beer for the party, but Mike's mother, Big Rhonda, thankfully found out about this, and immediately put the 'Kibosh' on that idea.
Kim could actually visualize what Tara had told her she saw in Middleton mall that day;
Big Mike himself being led up the parking escalator by the EAR, with Rhonda muttering and scowling to herself all the way. She marched him quick-time right to the door of "Baby Guess Who" and twirled him into the doorway saying "You march yourself right in there and get that young lady a right and proper PRESENT, young man."
Tara said she then saw Mike tuck his chin into his enormous chest and mumble "Yes, maw" as he ambled into the store.
Kim had to stifle a laugh at the memory, her face turning a little crimson. She didn't want to wake up Jason and have to juggle the two armfuls of wriggling babies. She made it to the changing table and started to unwrap her little gift from heaven. Kim recoiled in mock horror at the sight.
And the pungent AROMA…
"My gosh, Amber Elizabeth, has your father been feeding you two that horrid brain loaf, or what? AWWW, it's all right, sweetie. Mommy will get you allll cleaned up, and don't you worry."
Kim finished up with a fine powdering, and a fresh new diaper from the huge dispenser Dr. Director was so kind to have brought as a gift. Seemed being the head of Global Justice had its advantages, as Betty had supplied the twins with not only the dispenser, but arranged to have as many diapers as Kim would need over the next few years delivered to her door on a regular basis. Kim was ever so grateful for THAT one over these last few months.
Kim picked up Amber and headed back to the bassinet. Wouldn't you know, just as she was passing the phone in the hallway, it happened to ring. She bent down and checked the caller ID display. It was the number for Ron's studio.
"Hi, honey, just wanted to check in and see how my family's doing" Ron said over the sound of what sounded like a jackhammer and a chain saw going on in the background.
"Wanted to give you some Bon-diggety news tonight, but I just couldn't wait to tell you. The network has finalized the new contract for the show, and Roland has ok'd every codicil of it. He's really sharpened up after that 'Oh Boyz' sitch, and Rufus made him look so bad. Looks like "The Ron" is going to run for another 3 years, Kim. We got it made in the shade, babe. BOO-YAH!"
"Ron, is that construction going on in the back? I can barely hear you."
"Yup, part of the contract the network insisted on is expanding to an hour, Kim. The execs are so thrilled at the ratings; they actually sprung for a new set, including a small stage. They want to include a few variety acts and entertainment to the show. This should put the ratings through the roof."
Kim overheard somebody yell Ron's name.
"Aw, gotta go, Kimmie. Vinnie wants to do a lighting check, and he can't do it proper without me, can he?" Ron snickered a little, and then said "I love you and our babies with all my heart and soul, babe. I'll be home in time for dinner" and hung up after a kiss into the phone.
Kim was a little perturbed that it seemed she couldn't get a word in edgewise to congratulate Ron, but she knew how he was when he got so excited.
Kim hung up the phone, and readjusted Amber on her hip so she could free up a space for her in the playpen. Kim sighed, it seemed the twin's gifts had come in from all over the world, and she remembered; they had. The house was piled high in every corner when Kim was brought home from delivery at Middleton General. Toys from Switzerland, Sweden, Germany, Africa, Asia, Wisconsin… from every corner of the world.
There was even a gift from that old gruffball Duff Killagan; a matching set of baby's tartan kilts. Ron had THAT one checked out completely, but they were the genuine article. Who would have thought that would happen?
Kim thought back at all the missions she and Ron had performed all over the globe. They never asked for any kind of compensation for saving the world time and time again, but the gifts for the family had come from every country and continent. There were so many presents Kim and Ron had held a press conference that was beamed to the UN general assembly, and all over the globe, thanking everyone for their gifts and blessings. She announced that they had received so much, from so many, that Dr. Director and Global Justice, with the help of the United Nations, will distribute what they could not immediately use to the less fortunate children of the world.
The assembly had, in one of the few times in its history, unanimously risen to their feet in agreement, giving a standing ovation at this statement.
Kim put Amber down in the playpen, glad that Jason hadn't awakened from his nap yet. She walked over to the far side of the living room and plopped down on Ron's favorite chair, an ugly overstuffed mission-pants green recliner with huge side pockets. She felt something stirring in the left side of the huge chair, and out of the pocket popped Rufus, all bleary-eyed, and with his whiskers all askew. "mmmm, sleepin" Rufus squeaked, and slipped back deep into the folds of the pocket. "Aww, sorry, Rufus, with all this reminiscing, I forgot you were there."
Kim leaned back into the plush chair and leaned back. She was going to enjoy this momentary respite from 'domesticity' for as long as she could. Kim reached over to the arm of the couch, and picked up her Kimmunicator. She pulled out one of the earpieces from it and stuck it in one ear.
Fiddling with the controls, she was scanning through the FM radio dial when she came across an oldies station. A slightly familiar tune was playing in her ear, and she turned up the volume just a tiny bit.
Soon her feet were moving up and down to the beat of the rhythm. Her free hand's fingers started tapping on the mahogany inset on the arm of the chair, and soon she felt her torso was moving back and forth in the big recliner. The song came to the end, and the announcer came on the air.
"That was another great golden oldie. Stay tuned for a commercial break, we'll be right back. This is your faaaavorite oldies station, KMID, Mid-mid-mid-mid-MIDDLETON…"
Kim suddenly sat bolt upright and said "That's IT. I GOT it!"
She got up, and headed to the phone.
End of Chapter 1