"Ah Boo-ya-ha-HA-HA-HA-HA!" The blue skinned villain laughed manically as he flipped the switch on his last but most deadly invention, the Mega Weather Generator. "Soon, the world will tremble beneath my storms!"

"WAA-HAA," The blond boy screamed as his chocolate brown eyes flew open and he tried to sit up in his bed. This though, only caused him to fall to the hard floor with a crash seeing as he had been standing upright, still dressed in his Fearless Ferret pajamas. Frowning, the teen lifted himself up with shaking, jello like arms to look around just where he was. "Oh man! Was I kidnapped again," he muttered as he climbed to his feet.

All around him were tables filled with beakers and test tubes filled with different colored liquids and emitting various vapors into the air. Half completed experiments stood out against the walls of what appeared to be an underground lab, considering the lights were suspended from tree roots along the ceiling. Walking around to get a better feel of just who had taken him prisoner, he gazed into the various glass vials on the nearby tables, chuckling as his face was distorted and miss-colored as if he was looking into fun house mirrors.

His chuckles stopped though as his eyes landed on something he had never expected to see again after last week's attitudinator mishap. Looming high over his head was the all terrain plasma cannon he had constructed using his old tricycle. "No way," he muttered as he turned his head to look around the lab once again. "I wasn't kidnapped, this is my... his... my lab."

"Indeed, you are correct, young Stoppable-san," a kind and elderly voice said from nearby. The high school student nearly began to hyperventilate as he spun on the spot to see who was talking. His fear turned to a soothing calm as he spotted the ghostly bearded apparition from the leader of the Yamanouchi Ninja Academy, Master Sensei. "I was worried about you, Stoppable-san. I had felt your chi shift as your darkness took hold and your inhibitions were lost. Imagine my surprise to learn that the young man who helped save my school was building doomsday machines and laughing like a mad man."

"Oh, ha ha, about that," Ron said as he brought his hand up to scratch at the back of his neck. "I sort of got tangled up with Kim's arch-nemesis, Dr. Drakken when he was using something called an Attitudinator, and accidently ended up absorbing all of his evil energy and apparently his genius too, because man, I was building stuff like crazy," he said quite a bit of excitement in his voice. "But, Kim and the good Dr. Drakken fixed the machine and drained his evil and intelligence out of me, so I'm back to being good old Ron again!"

"Hmm," Master Sensei hummed at the end of the story before he turned, while still sitting in mid air and began to float away. "Come, Stoppable-san, there is much we need to discuss," the aged Martial Arts Master said in his echoing voice. Blinking a few times, Ron quickly moved to follow the closest thing he had to a mentor other than Mrs. and Mr. Dr. Possible. "Tell me, was this machine designed to drain one's intelligence?"

"Well, I'm not really sure," Ron said as they continued to move through the lab. He was shocked to see a set of the Bebe-bots that Drakken had built standing near on of the walls. One of them had been de-constructed an laid out on a table, while another had it's back opened, revealing a display screen and the wiring inside. "Kim or Wade probably know more about the Attitudinator than I do to be honest, I was sort of sleepy as we were flying back."

"Ron," Sensei said, shocking the blond boy with the use of his first name. "Every person is born with a light and darkness within them," Sensei said as he stopped floating for a moment and gazed at his student. "Long have you clenched tightly to your light, forsaking all the gifts that have been given to you in favor of another," the old man said with a sad smile at his student. "You are far more intelligent then you let on, understanding deep psychological and sociological norms well beyond the understanding of your fellow classmates when you were just starting what you call Pre-K."

Ron's jaw dropped at his sensei's words. How in the world had the old man known about that?

"You are out of balance," Master Sensei continued. "Skills and intelligence are not meant to be controlled by merely half of your personality," he said wisely as he stopped beside an oddly placed mirror sitting roughly in the corner of the lab, sitting beside an exposed pipe where his leather jacket and 'bad boy' clothing were hung on wire hangers. "To become a true master of Tai Seng PekKwar, you must embrace both the light and darkness within you, the child who wishes to never be normal, the skilled martial artist who defeated the villain Monkey Fist, and the genius who nearly took over the world."

"How do I do that though," Ron asked as he looked at the spectral form of his teacher. "Is it some meditation trick? Do I need to go on some journey of self discovery or something? Oh! Oh! Do I need to face my evil half in combat and somehow defeat it?"

"No, Stoppable-san, you already know how to become whole once more," Master Sensei said with a grin on his bearded face. "After all, was it not you who rebuilt the Attitudinator on your own and used it against your cousin Shawn," he asked with a chuckle at the act. "You may try to fool others, Stoppable-san, but you can never fully lie to yourself," the elderly ninja said as his astral form began to fade away. "Embrace who you truly are," his voice echoed through the lab. "Boo-yah..."

"Man, how did he know about that," Ron said in shock as he turned to look at the lab. Sighing, Ron began to make way through the inventions and experiments finding the occasional clipboard of compiled notes and reading through them. "Well, if Master Sensei thinks it's a good idea," he said as he neared the dismantled Bebes and sat a stool behind the one with it's back open, "I suppose it's a good thing I have the weekend free. Come Monday, the world will see an all new Ron Stoppable," he said with a smile on his face as he picked up the keyboard wired into the robot's back and began running through the programming his evil self had been working on.

"Thanks for the ride Bonnie," Tara said with a happy smile on her face as she climbed out of the convertible and snatched her backpack from the back seat. Her long platinum blond hair was curled around her ears as her blue eyes danced with excitement. "I'm so glad I can see Josh again, he was grounded all weekend and we had to cancel our date."

"Yeah, we all can't wait to see Mankey again, T," Bonnie Rockwaller said with a teasing grin as she snapped her fingers. Immediately one of the many jocks at Middleton High rushed forward to grab her books and carry them for her. Her pink spaghetti strap top was pulled tight over her large breasts and exposed her midriff until it reached her nearly skin tight hot pink skirt that showed off her leg tan legs and tight rear end.

The high school rival of the teen hero, Kim Possible, smirked when her eyes caught the red haired girl waiting in front of the school. "Look," she said with some glee that was only partially concealing her deep rooted jealousy of the hero, "Kim must be waiting for that loser, Stoppable. I thought they normally walked to school together."

"Come on, Bonnie, lay off Ron," Tara said rolling her eyes. "I can see why you're constantly trying to get under Kim's skin, I mean, she annoys most of us," she said in favor of the cheerleaders, "but why do you keep going after Ron? He's never done anything to us. In fact, he saved us from that Gil guy at camp Wannaweep, don't you think you should give him a break?"

Bonnie's face was impassive as she decided to ignore Tara's complaint. She didn't want to talk about why she attacked Kim's friend, the boy who out right ignored the time honored tradition of the 'Food Chain' and didn't care what anyone thought about him. If only she had had the conviction and ability to shrug off whatever was said about her like he did, maybe she wouldn't have to worry about her sisters so much, or trying to live up to the legacy they had left behind.

The roar of something that sounded suspiciously like a motorcycle had all three cheerleaders looking toward the street leading to the school. A figure wearing a form fitting black shirt with a red R on the right sleeve necklaces and bracelets made of gold came tearing into the parking lot on a black and red motorcycle, of a design that none of them could place. His face was hidden behind a red helmet with a black visor and a pair of combat boots disappeared into a pair of khaki cargo pants, held to his waist by a brown belt.

"My, my," Bonnie said as her eyes dragged across the mystery boy's obviously toned upper body and the sleek ride he rode in on. "I didn't know we were getting a new student," she said with a smile on her lips as she turned and snatched her belongings from the basketball player who had been following her. "We should go say hi," she said with a wink to Tara as she began to make her way over to the parking spot the boy had taken, just in front of her red haired rival.

As the two cheerleaders got closer to the parking spot, and listened as the bike's engine shut off, they stopped in shock as the guy removed his helmet and revealed the freckled face of Ron Stoppable. "Wow, Ron, where did you get the bike," they heard Kim ask as the blond haired boy easily slid off the machine.

"Oh, I made it," he said with his usual goofy grin. Bonnie wanted to snort at the thought that Ron Stoppable, the boy who barely passed his classes could build a functioning motorcycle himself. Her voice was stolen though as she saw the haircut he had gotten, reminiscent of the one he had gotten a few years ago to become popular. "You remember my all terrain plasma catapult? Well, I decided it didn't need to be quite that big and modified it over the weekend."

"Wow, Ron, that's," the red head paused as she tried to think of the right word, "impressive." Her green eyes though were lingering on the apparent plasma producing motorcycle with shock. "What about the bling though," she said after a few seconds as the two made their way up the sidewalk motioning toward his jewelry.

"Nacos, K.P.," he said with a grin. "I got my new royalties check in a few weeks ago, my dad apparently got to the mail first and opened me up a checking account," the blond boy explained as the two crime fighters walked by the stunned figures of Bonnie and Tara. "Yeah, apparently he wasn't going to tell me about it until I graduated, but after a long talk he though I was finally mature enough to handle it. But, no mercenaries or fancy airplane this time, Kim."

Bonnie and Tara could only watch in shock as the two teens walked into the school and their conversation was cut off from them. "Oh. My. God," Bonnie whispered as she turned her eyes back onto the sleek motorcycle the two still stood near. "I am so calling dibs."

"I knew it," Tara said eagerly with a smirk as she eyed her best friend. "You have a thing for Ron, don't you Bonnie," she asked excitedly. "I should have seen it before, though. The way you are always clinging to him whenever he suddenly jumps in popularity, and the put downs! You're like some first grader putting gum in his hair! Oh, I can't wait to tell the girls!"

Bonnie's teal eyes snapped to her best friend in shock before her hand flew up to cover the blond girl's mouth. "Tara, shut up," she hissed looking around to make sure no one else had heard the blond cheerleader's words. "If anyone heard you my life as we know it would be over," she said before removing her hand from her friend's mouth. "Come on, if we don't worry we'll be late for class, and there is no way I'm going to be caught dead in detention."

"Sure," Tara said dragging out the single word as she eyed the other girl. She lifted her wrist to look at her watch and gasped. "You're right! We have only two minutes to get to class before we're late," she said in a panic. Bonnie shook her head and grasped the blond by the shoulders to calm her down. Tara took a deep breath and released a heavy sigh. "Okay, I'm fine now," she whispered.

With their heads held high the two cheerleaders began to make their way into the school for a boring day of being talked at by teachers and substandard lunches before cheer practice.