inspired by A Very Possible Christmas
all the characters belong to Disney
Except Richard Harte, who is inspired by Richard Lionheart, who was created by Richard Sirios, and can be seen at Richard's Page of Fanatism
and at Lionheartcartoons at DeviantArt
no action, just fluff
let the holidays commence
A Very Team Possible (Stoppable, Harte, Load) Christmas
chpt. 1: Snow Queen
Dr. James Timothy Possible looked out the sliding glass door to his deck with perplexity: "Uhh, Kimmie Cub, Ron and Rich are out here--."
Kim was sixty seconds away from sliding under the flannel sheets of her warm comfy bed--until she heard her father downstairs. She grumbled, put on her fluffy terrycloth bathrobe over the shorts and tank top she customarily wore to bed and went out to see what was going on.
Her father was frowning and pointing to his wristwatch. She yawned, nodded, looked out the window--and rubbed her bleary eyes.
Those two clowns were reclining on chaise longues--dressed in parkas, snowshoes,--and bermuda shorts. It was like something they would do for G.A.D.'s: Goofballs And Dorks.
When Ron Stoppable and Rich Harte became the best of friends, they founded a very exclusive club, Goofballs And Dorks. She was never sure whose idea it was, her boyfriend's or her new partner's. She only knew it was a source of constant embarrassment. it was their weekly descent into insanity; every week they would pick out a day at random and dress in the most outlandish theme costumes. First it was Hula Day: grass skirts and leis; Rich wore a coaconut bra; Kim cringed with dismay; Barkin made them take off the costumes by lunch. Next week it was Hobo Day: grubby ragged clothes and bindles. The week after that it was Siesta Day: sombreros and serapes. Barkin was particularly irate that day; he had gotten angry phone calls from the Middleton Diversity League; they were the watchdogs of political correctness and mult-culturalism. Never mind that the Latino students loved the show: there were catcalls of "Ese" and "At last, the Anglos are learning how to dress." Rich and Ron were taken to the office and sternly lectured about bias and insensitivity. Why they were never suspended was a mystery to her; maybe it was the intervention of her parents--or their parents. Why they did it also baffled her; the best explanation she could come up with was that Ron felt free and confident for the first time in his life; as Kim's boyfriend he no longer felt at the bottom of the "food chain"; and Rich likewise felt freed up to unbend and enjoy being absurd, serious student that he was.
But tonight she had to sent them home. She slid open the glass door and stuck her head out into the cold December air; it was a shock; she could see her breath.
She yawned: "What are you guys doing here? You know it's past curfew."
"Aw, K.P., cut us some slack. We're two days away from Christmas Break!"
"Guys--if tomorrow were the last day, it would be no big; but the teachers so love to give us assignments and quizzes up 'til then. Ron--I love it that you're around me most of the day, but I hit the books after you left earlier--which you two dorks ought to be doing! Now--I love you both--but go home!
Ron gave an imitation of the Puppy Pout. "The Ron-ster needs some T.L.C."
Kim shook her head. "Oh, all right--one kiss--then you're gone!"
Ron viewed her admiringly: bathrobe, not a trace of makeup, hair disheveled; she was still the most beautiful creature alive. He almost regretted the stunt he and Rich were about to pull.
Her fuzzy slippered feet stepped out into the snow; she brushed her hair from her face and leaned over to kiss Ron--and suddenly the two boys reached up and seized her wrists.
She was caught completely by surprise: "Wha--huh?" Her head turned from side to side as she stared at them both.
Grinning like idiots, they were dragging her to the edge of the deck. She saw the huge pile of snow that the tweebs has shoveled off the deck earlier. "No! Please! Stop! I will so kill you two"
It was no use; the girl who could hold her own against a crowd of super-villain henchmen was entirely at a disadvantage.
"Nice fluffy snow," Ron said. "Soft as down," said Rich.
At the edge of the deck they gently tossed her into the deep snowbank: "And we hereby crown you Snow Queen." They fell to their knees and bowed up and down: "We're not worthy, we're not worthy."
She came up sputtering, her red hair flecked with snow, her green eyes sparkling with anger. "You both are so dead!" She started lobbing twin handfulls of snow at their faces.
The tweebs had heard the commotion and clambered downstairs. "Hushu! Snowball fight." They shot like bullets out the glass door.
Rufus popped out of Ron's parka and squeaked merrrily.
Dr. Dad was completely flustered; "Jim! Tim! Kim! Rufus! Ron! Rich!" His eyes bulged and his mouth hung open; and all at once a petite hand shoved him in the back out into the cold; Dr. Mom was grinning fiercely. She slid out, scooped up some snow, and began plastering it on her husband's head.
It would be midnight before calm was restored, hair was towelled dry, wet clothes were changed, steaming mugs of cocoa were drunk, children were sent to bed, and two sly conspirators were sent home.
And, of course, two parents hugged and kissed--and two teenagers, as well.
The tweebs had asked: "Rich; don't you have a girlfriend?"
He smiled and shook his head; his abiding joy was to see the two friends he loved more than life drawing close to each other.