Boilerplate Disclaimer: The various characters from the Kim Possible series are all owned by Disney. Any and all registered trade names property of their respective owners. Cheap shots at celebrities constitute fair usage.

This story is set some twelve or thirteen years after Best Enemies. My profile outlines this sprawling series. If you don't know Best Enemies and don't want to bother with the profile I'll mention Kim went to work for Global Justice after college. Shego spent a little time in prison and a long time on probation, but is now a lawyer.

NoDrogs created Kasy and Sheki; I've changed their origin and added a younger sister.

Chapter 1 - Oh the Weather Outside Is Frightful

"It's wonderful you're going caroling with us," Kim told Shego as they donned warm clothing.

"Do I get or lose Brownie points if I admit I actually enjoy it?"

Kim frowned slightly, "Why would you lose points?"

"Because I'm not doing it just to be a good sport."

The redhead laughed, "I'm just happy you're going with us. There were some years when you were kind of hostile to Christmas."

"Yeah, well I was trying to figure out this Jewish thing. Now it doesn't bother me. Besides, it's important to you. And growing up we always sang the real carols at our house – not that crappy Rudolph and snowman stuff. I'm pretty sure Jesus turns over in his grave at that–"

"Shego!"

"Sorry, couldn't resist."

"You could try. Anyway, I'm pretty sure growing up with carols is why Bonnie comes too, and why Ron doesn't... He probably knows all the songs from the Snowman Hank Special."

"None of which we will be singing," Shego said firmly. "Honestly, I think as a Christian you should be offended at some of that junk they call Christmas music."

Kim glanced at the clock on the dresser. "Maybe. We'll discuss that later. We need to move."

Those in the large front hall were divided between those putting on coats, hats, and mittens before braving the frigid air and those who would stay in the old house and prepare for the après-caroling party and watch the smaller children.

Hana Stoppable was among those going out. It surprised Kim slightly, until she remembered that Hana would likely have diaper duty for her niece if she stayed behind. More surprising was eleven year Kasy struggling to keep the coat off three year Jane. The struggling part was not the surprise.

"Hey, Squid, why are you dressing to go out?" Shego asked.

"I wanna go with you."

"It's cold. You don't know the songs."

"I wanna go with you."

"Why do you want to come with us?"

"Sheki said cookies and cocoa after singing."

"See, it's Sheki's fault," Kasy announced triumphantly.

"It's no one's fault," Shego corrected her.

"They're going to be cookies and cocoa here," James Possible pointed out. "And Aaron and Catlyn and Junior are here."

Jane stopped struggling, "Sheki said you sing and people give you cookies."

"Yes," Sheki agreed. "But there are cookies here. You don't have to go out in the cold."

"I want cookies there and cookies here," Jane said with the logic of a three-year old.

"Great, Kasy part two," Shego thought. "Redheads, nothing but trouble."

Knowing that church members were supposed to be at the nursing home in fifteen minutes Kim gave up the fight. "Put your coat on," she sighed. "The people at the nursing homes love to see children."

"So, what's the schedule, KP?" Ron asked, "When do I need to make the cocoa and hot cider?"

"Three nursing homes with the church. Then we'll probably stop and carol at the Mankeys and Crandalls on the way back. We should be back around nine."

"I told her it was okay to have the church group over here," Shego told him.

"Maybe next year," Kim said.

"Why aren't the Mankeys going caroling?" Ron's father asked.

"Jessica has the mumps, so combination of taking care of her and hoping not to spread any germs."

"What're the logistics?" Kim asked as the singers left the house. "I'll drive our van."

"We can take Joss, Wade, and Bego," Tim said.

"What happened to Jim and Zita?" the blue girl who had flown in from New York asked.

"Scrooge says he doesn't want to carol. They'll be over for the party."

Kim frowned, "I'm not sure we can get everyone else in the soccer-mobile... Shego and me, the three girls–"

"The guitar," Kasy added.

"Bonnie, Mom, and Hana... Some of you are small, we can–"

"No," Kim's mother told her firmly. "Overloading is unsafe. I'll take my car and–"

"Hana and I can come with you," Sheki said quickly, hoping to avoid any Kasy vs. Jane drama. "Then we have room if Briana wants to come over for the party and a sleepover."

Anne Possible smiled, "That works."

"Could we ask if Jason wants to–" Kasy began.

"No," Shego told her. "He might have Jessica's germs. And you can't have a boy at a sleepover. Let's get in the cars."

"You're no fun," Kasy thought as they loaded the vehicles and headed for the first nursing home.

The snow started to fall as they arrived at the first nursing home. "The forecast was no snow," Bonnie commented. "Weathermen were wrong again. But usually they say snow and we don't get any."

"Liability issue," Shego told her. "They've got to give you the worst case scenario so you can get prepared. The worst case usually doesn't happen, and then you blame them for trying to make sure you were ready. But if they gave you best case scenario and the worst happened you'd really give them hell."

Kim commented, "Yes, but we ignore them because they're always giving their worst case vision, and when it actually happens we aren't prepared because we figured they were crying wolf."

"Where's the wolf?" Jane called from the back of the van.

"I'll tell you later," Kim promised. "We need to get inside."

Storm sirens sounded as the carolers were almost done at the first stop, and the nursing home administrator's voice came over the PA system urging that all visitors return home immediately.

A police car, lights flashing, was parked behind the Possible van in the parking lot. A familiar figure leaned against the car, squinting through the driving snow at the figures emerging from the nursing home.

"Hobble," Shego greeted him cheerfully, "you should have your feet up on a desk. What's a captain doing freezing his ass off in this?"

"No lip, or I'll run you in for obstructing justice and interfering with an officer performing his duties. Need to see Kim. Trouble."

Kim, shepherding the little redhead – who was busy protesting the lack of cookies – caught the last statement. "What's the problem?"

"Storm troopers, we–"

"Neo-Nazis?" Shego interrupted.

"It's what we call 'em. Hell, we–" He noticed the young girls. "I mean, heck, we don't really know what they call themselves. Been a couple towns hit with freak snow storms in the last two weeks. Some gang with snowmobiles, smash into places, grab stuff and're off on their snowmobiles before the police can get there on icy roads."

"And you think that is what's happening?" Anne Possible asked.

"It fits their MO. I mean, the freak snowstorm part."

"So why are you looking for Kim?" Shego demanded.

"Well, she's done a lot for Middleton and we were hoping she might think of something. Ron said where you'd be. Kim and Ron were always a great team."

"And what she's supposed to do, get a snow mobile herself and drive around Middleton at random?"

"There are those hovercraft out at Lipsky and Load, maybe–"

"Absolutely," Wade assured him. "We'll help any way we can."

Tim, Joss, and Bego nodded in agreement.

"We need to get home and plan," Shego said. "Middleton's a big place. Where would crooks hit?" She turned to Hobble, "Got particular stuff they go after?"

"Lot of jewelry. They... You're right. Better get back to your place before the roads are impassable. I'll lead the way."

In almost whiteout conditions the police car, lights flashing, led the convoy back.

"Freak snowstorm sound familiar?" Kim asked, staring hard out the windshield.

"That plan of Drakken? Try not to think about it. I could have killed you that time."

"You could have killed me in Wacky Wally's office. You didn't. I'm thinking weather machine. Ron and I faced it again, someone here in Middleton, Summer Gale, used one for drama – got a lot more than she intended.

Shego looked up a phone number on her smart phone, "Quiet back there," she barked as she punched in the number."

"Wacky Wally's Weather Machines. Providing climate change since nineteen-ninety-seven. How can we give you a better tomorrow?"

"I'm calling on behalf of the Middleton Police Department. We–"

"Wacky Wally's has no responsibility for how our machines are used once they leave the lot."

"I'm not interested in charging liability. We're looking for suspects. I want the names of–"

"Client confidentiality is important to us at Wacky Wally's."

"Ha! Any municipality buying one of your machines has that as a matter of public record – got to justify the expense to the taxpayers. Names. Last three months."

"Well, since municipal sales are a matter of public record I–"

"All the names. Ever heard of obstruction of justice and interfering with an officer in the performance of her duty?"

"Uh, let me find the records. I'll put you on hold for–"

"You won't put me on hold. But go find the records."

"You aren't an officer performing your duty," Kim whispered

Shego put her hand over the mouthpiece of her phone. "Didn't say I was. I asked if he had heard of the charges."

The man's voice came back on the phone, "Have the list, beginning three months ago–"

"May I record this?"

"Record?" he asked nervously.

"I may want to ask buyers if their machine has been stolen. It also resolves you of any possibility of an obstruction of justice charge."

"Really?"

"Absolutely," Shego lied.

He read through a list of towns, mostly in the southwest, two foreign countries, three ranchers, and right after he mentioned a city in New Mexico, "Captain Vengeance, then in–"

"Stop!" Shego ordered. "Captain Vengeance?"

"That was the name he gave."

"But it was hardly the name on the credit report."

"He paid cash. Seven percent discount for cash sales. A lot of cities actually pay cash. Then after him it–"

"That's enough," Shego told him. "I suspect that's our man."

"Okay... And this clears Wacky Wally's of any legal issues?"

"Yeah," Shego sighed. "Thanks for your cooperation."

"Captain Vengeance?" Kim asked as Shego put away her phone.

"Yeah... Probably someone pissed off with you. I wasn't going to let you go out with Ron – he's out of shape. You and I would make a great team. But there's a chance this guy could be heading for our place, and I want to be there if he shows up."

"Other people in town have enemies. Lipsky and Load–"

"Get real, Kim, this has one of your old enemies written all over it. I just wish I knew which one. It would be industrial sabotage for Lipsky and Load... Maybe Frugal Lucre, robbing a couple places before Middleton to pay for the weather machine."

"Who's Fruggle Looker?" Jane called.

"Eemah will tell you after Mommy goes out," Shego promised.

"And the wolf?"

"Yes, and the wolf too."

"The man's name is Frugal Lucre," Kim told the young girl. "And we don't know that it's him. He did some things he shouldn't have done, but nothing like this."

Three minutes later the convoy of vehicles pulled into the long driveway. Tim's car got briefly stuck in the snow and Bego and Joss got out to push. There was little traction for their feet, but Tim carefully fed it just a little gas and they made it into the drive and kept Anne Possible from being stuck on the street.

Drifts were high enough that Bonnie offered to carry Jane into the house, but Shego took the little redhead. Drakken had arrived while the carolers were out, but Jim and Zita had called to say they couldn't make it out given the weather. "We'll get Jim after we get the hover car at my place," Wade promised. "Tim and I will head over–"

"Need me with you?" Joss asked.

"Always need you," Wade assured her. "But we'll get Jim and the hover cars and come back here. Most of them are out at the lab."

"Shego and I think they're using a weather machine," Kim told him. "I'll need one with good altitude."

"Should we wait for your briefing?" Tim asked the police captain.

"Get your things," he suggested, "before the snow gets too deep. I'll fill them in here. Don't think I'm getting out of here tonight – at least in my patrol car."

Hobble provided the information the police had while they waited at Kim and Shego's home. Video surveillance cameras at looted stores showed a group of a half dozen with ski masks and bulky coats that obscured any hope of identification – obscuring even if the looters were men or women. Time signatures established at least two groups – since two sites a couple miles from each other were hit at the same time – and perhaps three.

Ron expressed a willingness to go with Kim and try to stop the weather machine they assumed was behind the blizzard.

"Let's hope fer jest two groups of looters," Joss commented. "Bego'll go with Wade and me..." She turned to Hobble. "Alarms are still a'working, right? Problem is ya can't get to 'em fast enough?" The officer nodded his head. "Drakken'll go out with Jim and Tim."

Drakken spoke up, nervously, "Um, Wade and I were never great fighters. Maybe I should stay here."

"Don't be so modest," Bego assured him. "And think of the great publicity for Lipsky and Load."

"You're already talking about four of our best people," Drakken argued. "Does it need to be five for five?"

"Do it for old time's sake," Joss urged. "Least this time we don't face no monsters."

The blue man looked around, hoping to see someone who would urge him not to go out. He considered pointing out that he would be the oldest person going out but was too vain to use the argument. "Okay," he said glumly, "I'm in."

"I shall accompany you," Hana told Drakken.

"Hana, no," her mother said.

"If there is a fight it would be dishonorable to remain here."

"There may be fight here," Shego pointed out. "I think someone's looking for revenge on Kim and might attack here." She turned to Kasy and Sheki, "If someone comes here looking for trouble, you two and Hana need to get the little kids into the panic room."

"You do not know if you will be attacked," Hana argued. She gestured to Drakken, "If he goes out I must go out. I am a fighter."

There was a moment of silence. Hana was young, but the unusual girl was unnaturally skilled in the martial arts.

"Better let her go, Mom," Ron finally said. "She'll keep Drakken safe."

The hovercraft were not back to Casa Possible when Captain Hobble's walkie-talkie squawked into life. He put it to his ear. "It's started," he told them. "Just hit Stein's Jewelry over on Oak."