Good day to everyone. Welcome to my first shot at Mr. Ronald Dean Stoppable and Kim Possible. Booyah! And yes, I actually do say that a lot. Anywho, I'm going to lead Ronald here to become the greatest distraction /escapist of all time. Why? To help Kim and team possible of course. They're always getting captured, often because of him tripping, so he's up to the challenge of becoming the best at getting out of nigh-impossible situations. Let's see how this works out, shall we…

Disclaimer: Just look at someone else's disclaimer. I'm not really into writing one this time around.

"Awwww man! Sorry KP, it was the pants again."

"Ron, one of these days I'm taking you to a tailor to get those things to fit right."

"Thanks KP, but I don't think it'll work. My parents already tried it once, but gave up once the tailor came after me with a staple gun."

"Uh, TMI Ron."

"Ahem! Can ve pleaze get back to ze gloating pleaze?"

'Sigh' "Fine Professor Dementor, what's the sitch?"

Once Dementor went into his speech, Ron and Kim just zoned out…well ok, Ron zoned out, while Kim worked on a way to get them out of their bonds. The reasons for this are that a) Ron's naturally lazy, b) Kim gets all the gadgets due to Wade not trusting Ron with anything other than the Kimmunicator and a Grapple Gun from time to time, and c) Ron's attention span in quantitative terms is about the size of Rufus relative to an elephant, unless it has to do with video games or girls. But enough about that, let's get back to what our two favourite heroes are up to…

"…und zen, I vill rule ze vorld!" Dementor has just finished up his uncharacteristically long speech about some sort of device or another. "But now, I must leave you to the capable hands of ze henchmen. I hope you enjoy your stay, avenesein Kim Possible and sidekick. Guards!"

The overly muscle-bound (and burdened) henchmen of the Lilliputian German Villain moved to complete their pre-determined tasks to teen hero Kim Possible and partner Ron Stoppable.

"Well, at least he didn't get into what he's going to do to us." Ron mused.

"Yeah, it's a welcome escape from the ranting and raving of Drakken and Killigan." Kim agreed.

"So Kim," Ron asked as they were pulled to their feet and shouldered by two particularly large henchmen who then headed out of the main lair and into a scrapyard in the back, "You have a plan yet to get us out of here?"

"Working on it Ron." It was in her annoyed voice so Ron knew to keep quiet for a while. Kim always came through with some amazing plan of action, facilitated usually by one of Wade's badical gadgets. Whether it was some daring acrobatic feat, or a straightforward "bust out and beat down", Kim managed to always pull off the impossible with next to no damage to their own persons.

At present, the Henchmen were trussing up Kim and Ron to a chain hanging from a rather large chain. Their arms were tied behind their backs at the wrists and elbows and then secured to the others' ropes in some sort of complex woven knot. 'These guys are getting better.' Kim thought as the ropes were drawn tight together. Her mind was working overtime as she realized what Dementor had in mind for their demise this time. The chain was connected to a crane, which was positioned next to a rather large…car crusher! 'Oh snap!'

"Uh, Ron?"

"Yeah KP?"

"You wouldn't happen to have some sort of pocket knife of you would you?" Kim pleaded with fate to give her some good luck just this once.

"Hmmm…nope, sorry KP. I got nothin'…why do you ask?"

"Oh nothing…just that we're about to be hoisted into that car crusher and turned into Kim and Ron foldout cards!"

Kim's point was emphasized as the chain went taught and the duo were unceremoniously hoisted into the air, albeit slowly.

"Waaaaaaaah!" was all that Ron could holler, as he comprehended their predicament. Sure, he'd been put into life-threatening situations before, but that didn't make them any less scary to him. And machines weren't like genetically engineered animas and the like; they were cold, unflinching, and uncaring as to what they were processing. Even death rays were less scary…mostly because Rufus usually could get into some of the circuitry and screw them up. That, and they were favourites of Dr. Drakken whose competency with mechanical apparatus was questionable at best. But now was not the time for thinking about the past…

"Rufus! Help us out here buddy."

The naked Molerat popped out of Kim and Ron's pocket just as the crane had positioned itself over the car crusher. Looking down, the little guy had barely enough time to squeak 'uh oh' before he plummeted down with both Kim and Ron. Unfortunately for him, he ended up hitting the sidewall of the crusher first, knocking him unconscious.

"Ow!"

"Gnnnn."

"Rufus!"

"Ron quiet down and let's figure out a way to get out of this."

"Rufus was our way out of this KP!" Ron was beginning to panic now, and it showed on his face. His eyes had dilated to their fullest, his breathing became raspy and labored, and he was visibly paler, if that was at all possible.

Kim took stock of the sitch, and the outlook was not good. Rufus looked like he was down for the count, Ron was of less use to her now than usual, and she was in a tight spot indeed. She couldn't even reach her Kimmunicator in her leg pocket to contact Wade for ideas. Looking around Kim assessed their current prison with a critical eye. The walls of the car crushed were at least three times her height and slick with grease, gasoline, and windshield washer fluid from crushed cars in the past. 'Well, running the walls is out.' Kim had tested her bonds as they had landed, but found them inescapable without some sort of cutting edge. In a last ditch effort, Kim looked down at the floor of the powerful machine to see how far the walls would come in. To her dismay, the wear patterns ran into a single line in the middle of the machine. 'Looks like we're in real trouble now.'

Kim was beginning to worry now, but her emotional distress went up a notch as she heard and felt the distinctive grinding of gears and the roar of a diesel engine. The crusher had just been started up. Now they were in real trouble.

"Ron."

No answer.

"Ron?

Nothing again.

"RON! Help please?" Kim pleaded.

Swivelling her head over her left shoulder she noticed that Ron's eyes were fluttering. He was going into shock. This was really bad. With Ron unresponsive, Kim was on her own for the time being…unless…Kim didn't want to have to do this, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

Kim rolled to her right, toppling the two seated teens over on their shoulders. Then, she did something that was in her mind, one of the most disgusting habits known to man…she hauled back and spat a lugie out over her left shoulder…which was pointed up. Hoping her aim was true, Kim watched in slow motion as the ball of bodily fluid floated up, reached terminal velocity, and then fell to hit her intended target…Ron's ear.

'Bullseye.' Kim thought. She didn't have to wait long for the intended effect to take hold…

"Eeeeew, Kim! You know, I never figured you for a spitter and that was…"

"Focus Ron!" Kim was all mission now. She initiated a shuffle and Ron followed suit, enabling them to roll up to a seated position and then into a standing position…with great difficulty due to the floors being greasy as well.

"Alright KP, what's the plan?" Ron's voice was expectant.

"Ron, I don't think I have one." Kim's voice was softer now. Ron could sernse that she was frustrated as heck.

"Come on KP, you can do anything. This little sitch can't get you down…"

He never got the chance to finish the motivational tirade, as the walls creaked, then groaned, and began to slowly inch their way in towards the two teen heroes.

"Any ideas Ron?"

To Ron, Kim sounded desperate. He had to do something, and soon. He figured there to be about another minute before they were both smooshed together for the world to see. Sure he wanted to be together with Kim forever no matter what…but this is NOT what he had in mind.

"Thinking KP!" Ron's rusty mind began to crank through the gears faster and faster.

'Let's see…Rufus…nope, he's out of it. Jump the walls…not with us tied like this, even if there was no greasy crap all over the walls. Damn, this stinks. Come on Ron, think faster.'

The walls were now halfway there, and a mere two feet from either set of shoulders. Ron felt around the ropes around his wrists in desperation…

'Wait a minute, I know this knot…but to get out of it we need to be face to face and the only way to do that is…awww man! This is really gonna suck.'

"Hey KP?"

"Yeah Ron?" Kim's voice was slightly higher in pitch, which was extremely unusual for her.

"I've got a way out of this, but you have to trust me…k?"

"Ron, what are you getting at?"

"No time Kim, just jump when I say so." He was using his serious voice…one rarely heard.

"What the heck? Ron, what are you…"

"On three! One, two, … three! JUMP KIM!"

Kim's reaction was like lightning, if only because she trusted Ron with her life. She sprang off her legs with the grace that was trained into her from years of cheerleading, martial arts, and world-saving activities. As she reached the apex, Ron jumped back towards where she had jumped, following through as much as he could. His arms did the only thing they could do, they followed Kim's arc…

'CRUNCH!'

"Gnaaaaaaah!"

"Ron!"

Kim was pulled into a backflip as Ron's arms went up over his head…from behind his back. Now, when the shoulders are pulled in such a fashion, there tends to be a bit of discomfort. Ok, so there was a lot of discomfort. As soon as Ron's arms hit about the 12:30 position, the moment of truth arrived…and it was GOOOOOOOOD! The ropes had loosened almost all the way and slipped off both Kim and Ron's arms, sending Kim into a graceful landing…and Ron into an in-character reverse butt-slide, landing him next to the far wall.

"Ron, are you okay? RON!" Kim was frantic with worry. She knew what that sound was due to being on the cheer team and being at nearly every basketball game and football game at Middleton High. Brick Flagg tended to cause a few of these such injuries to the other team every year. Kim performed a foot-first slide over to Ron's position. He was still in excruciating pain, as could be seen from the way his upper appendages hung limply at his sides.

"Hey…KP." Ron's voice was weak with pain. His face was just barely managing to grin, nearly looking like a grimace. "I'm good…I think."

"What were you thinking Ron?"

"No time for that Kim," Ron moved to jump…stumble to his feet…but fell on his butt again. "We have to get you out of here."

"Are you sure you're up for this Ron?"

"No problem KP, just let me get ready." Ron shifted with his back to the rear wall, walls closing in on either side of his head, propping his legs up in the air like a springboard. Kim knew exactly was Ron was getting at, and she didn't like it. With Ron on his back, he would be stuck there while she could flip out and escape.

"Ron, wait! Shouldn't we…"

"No time Kimila. Just do it already and get to the controls. You can do anything, remember?" Ron ground his teeth in pain. He knew what he was doing, and that there was an extremely slim chance that he would make it out of this one. But at least he was lucky on one account…that the crusher had moved slower than he had previously planned. It was now only six inches away from either side of his and Kim's body. It was now or never.

"I'll be right back Ron." Kim moved back to ready her jump.

"GO KIM."

Ron brought his legs to his chest as Kim sprang forward in a straight jump. Once her feet contacted with his, Kim and Ron both pushed off as hard as they could, sending Kim into an aerial jump topping the fifteen feet by nearly two whole feet. Grace and beauty moved through the air in the form of a red-headed teen heroine, landing and a tucked roll to cushion the blow. She wasn't out of the woods let though. As Kim blew her flippy crimson hair out of her field of vision, she discovered that the controls for the car crusher were on the opposite end of the room. That wouldn't be so bad…if only for the fact that the two guards that had bound the two teens were still in the room. One stood at the controls, while the other stood with a battle staff in the centre of the room, watching the machine close upon its victims. Both were wearing the usual Professor Dementor goon squad outfit, but were much bigger than the guards Kim had last dealt with. Still, there were only two of them, but she would have to work fast.

'No big; But I gotta move or Ron is gonna be a wall poster!'

Reaching into her pocket, Kim pulled out the portable grapple gun Wade had recently set her up with. It was in the shape of a ferociously cute pink curling iron. It even had a little puppy dog face as the grapple hook. Why would wade design such a thing? When your villains have seen the blow dryer turn into a grapple gun trick a few times, they tend to catch on and confiscate the thing, which was the case on this mission. Wade figured a backup couldn't hurt. Besides, the thing did actually work like a curling iron so Kim could use it in those times of hair emergencies. Kim lined up the shot, fired…and found herself knocked backwards almost to the car-crushing machine. She couldn't believe it; A goon had caught her off guard?

"Oh, It's on now!" Cracking her knuckles to accentuate the point she was planning to make all over the muscle freak's face.

"Uh, Kim…A little help here please?" Ron's voice could barely be heard over the grind of the machine.

"Working on it Ron." Kim called out as she performed her signature handspring somersault drop-kick manoeuvre on the first guard…to end up hitting nothing but air.

'I am so going to have to talk to Jack Hench about his training practices these days. He's getting waaay to in-depth here.'

Shaking herself from her thoughts, Kim ran towards the console and the second good, only to find that he was nowhere to be seen. 'Now where did he g…ahhhh!' Kim's thoughts were rudely interrupted by the sound of face hitting flesh…namely, her face hitting the forearm of the second goon's outstretched arm. The second burly adversary had moved just out of Kim's line of sight, moving in at the last second to clothesline the heroine, sending her feet forward and her head straight down to meet the cold, unforgiving concrete floor.

"Grrrrrrrr." Kim was pissed as she performed a kip-up after coming out of the momentary daze. She definitely wanted to go loco on his ass now but…

"KIM! HEEEEEELLLLLLLLP!"

"Ron." Kim breathed, stopping her in mid-kick to alter her strategy. She rebounded off the muscle-bound goon who had held the staff weapon earlier, using his bulk to propel herself over the clotheslining son of a…ahem…and slid over to the console. Jamming her hand down on the shiny red button, Kim heard the machine stop and cease up.

"RON! You okay?" Called Kim to her hidden partner.

"Yeah Kim, I'm cool. Just don't take too long okay?"

"Oh don't worry, I don't plan to."

Kim looked like a ravenous fox that had cornered its injured prey in order to feed both itself and its mate. Needless to say, she was scary! The two goons, pissed that they had let her get to the controls, and knowing that Professor Dementor held their paycheques back when they didn't perform, tag teamed the unstoppable Possible hellion named Kim Possible. Kim was a little peeved at the moment, and when she got peeved, she tended to be at her most unpredictable. Not necessarily the most effective, but definitely the most dangerous. Her anger fuelled both her energy reserves and her strength, so right now she was ready to lift up a car! These two goons had not only hurt and humiliated her, but they had caused Ron to get hurt, and that's where she drew the line! No one hurts her BFBF…except her on occasion.

The goon with the energy staff struck first, twirling the staff above his head with one hand as he hurtled towards the redhead. At the moment he was within range, the bulky goon brought the staff down in a vertical slash like designed to cave in Kim's skull. Unfortunately for Kim, he left his legs wide for stability, leaving his stones open for attack. Launching herself in a forward slide to avoid the staff attack, Kim struck like a snake when she passed underneath his legs…with her foot. The impact was great enough to lift the poor henchman into the air several inches, before his legs buckled and he was sent into a wide-eyed hell of pain. Kim dusted herself off as she stood up. Smirking at her handiwork for just a moment, she faced the oncoming assault of scrap metal. Seeing that getting in close to this very determined and angry looking redheaded girl could be detrimental to his health, the second goon began hurtling stacks of compressed scrap metal at Kim. There was plenty of it around, and he had been trained to improvise.

'This is new.' Thought Kim as she bobbed, weaved, ducked, jumped, and even vaulted out of the way of the deadly projectiles. They were coming slow enough that she could dodge them without too much trouble, but the sheer numbers that they fell combined with the seemingly effortless way the goon launched the heavy blocks at her made Kim note that she had to finish this before she made a mistake or he got lucky. Vaulting over another thrown cube to send it crashing into the other side of the compound, Kim looked around for something to use to her advantage. She wasn't big enough to put the momentum necessary behind her kicks to push the cubes off their trajectory of to even think about throwing them back at the goon standing about thirty feet away. Kim had to think, and think fast, or else she would have some seriously bad bruises on her butt in the morning if those things hit. Kim continued to dodge when she thought back to basic chemistry class and the thermodynamics lesson they had last year. When objects were bombarded with energy, the particles moved faster due to this accumulated energy and thus, had to release the energy into the atmosphere until equilibrium is reached. Namely, things get hot and burn stuff. Hauling out her laser lipstick mid crouch, Kim set the thing on maximum intensity, short burst. Then, performing a sideways-midair handless cartwheel, Kim aimed and fired the stream of concentrated light at the goon. He ducked, thinking she had missed him and proceeded to begin the throw…

"Yeeeeeeowwwwww! Oooof…"

The goon had forgotten that he still had a cube of metal held in his hands above his head when Kim had fired. Needless to say, the thing got too hot for him to handle and he proceeded to release his grip quickly, only to receive a flying Kim foot to the face. He never stood a chance.

"And that, ladies and gentlemen, is a hot potato." Kim smiled as she admired her handiwork."

"Uh, Kim. If you're done out there now would be a great time to get me out of here."

"Oops, sorry Ron." The redhead yelled out as she ran to the control panel to figure out which control put the machine in reverse. Since there was none to be seen at present, Kim ran back over to the car crusher and vaulted the outer wall to land on the thick rim in order to peer inside. She found Ron looking like a wall hanging of some modern artist rendition of the running man…except in 3D. He was flattened as much as he could between the two walls, in a rather awkward but effective position. But now he was stuck in that position until Kim dragged him out of it. Kim couldn't help but giggle at the sight for a moment.

"So Ron, how's that slimming diet working out for you?"

"Ha ha, very funny KP. Now could you please, OUCH, get me out of her before I cramp up even more."

"Hang tight Ron, I'll get some rope to pull you out."

After locating come extra rope, Kim looped the strands several times underneath Ron's arms in order to decrease the shock on his shoulders. Rufus had since woken up and relocated himself in Ron's leg pocket and was now snoozing lightly due to a molerat sized headache.

"Ron, this is going to hurt a bit…okay…a lot." Kim's voice held worried undertones.

"Don't sweat it Kimila. I'm just glad I'll be out soon. Besides, the Ronster can handle a little pain for the time being." Plastering his goofy grin on his face, he warmed Kim's heart enough for her to nod her acknowledgement.

"Alright Ron, hang tight in three, two, one…gnnnnnnnnn."

Kim had looped the rope around the crane chain, and chose to pull Ron out by hand. She figured it would hurt less if she controlled the tension, as the crane can't feel the tension and alter pressure in the pull. She cringed at Ron's groans of pain as he was worked loose of the cramped confines of the machine walls. Once he was free, Kim helped him to the floor and set him on his back.

"How do you feel Ron?"

"Like a couple of giant monkeys decided to play tub of war with me as the rope."

"Gorillas, Ron?"

"Gorillas, giant monkeys, they're all gross Kim!"

Kim could only shake her head and laugh at his antics. Even with mystical monkey power, Ron still had not gotten over his fears entirely. Chippy was one of the two exceptions to the rule, along with the monkey from the space station mission.

"Do you think you can move Ron?"

"Yeah, I think so. The pressure from the plates and position I was in relocated my shoulders. They still hurt like heck though."

"Sorry about making you go through that Ron. That was ferociously cool of you to do that to save us." Kim had on her cute face as she knelt by Ron's side.

"No big KP."

"Way big! And way big deserves a reward of equal measure." Kim had on her bedroom eyes, as Ron had read about, and he knew what was coming…well…sortof.

"Thanks Kmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…" Ron eased into the kiss once the shock wore off. Being the BFBF of Kim Possible certainly had its advantages. Since the Diablos mission and prom, things were looking up for the Ron man. He had the most bon-diggity girlfriend in the whole wide world, they were still out saving the world, and school had been getting better since he started applying himself. He started to figure out why Kim called him 'potential boy' now.

Breaking the kiss, due to a majorly annoying four beep tones, Kim grabbed the Kimmunicator and fired up Wade.

"Go Wade."

"You know, we could really use a hold button on that thing." Ron piped up after being stopped prematurely from enjoying his now most favourite activity in the whole wide world.

"It would be a though…" Kim grinned back at Ron.

"Guys, what are you talking about?"

"Nothing Wade, just fill us in."

"Alright. I have a ride en-route to pick you up. They'll be here in ten minutes. Oh, and don't worry about Dementor; G.J. picked him up after he had a failed attempt to fire up his latest creation."

"Spankin Wade, but how did G.J. know where to look?"

"Easy Kim. I was monitoring the lair from the G.J. infrared satellite. When Dementor split, I figured something went wrong and called in the cavalry. You guys need anything else?"

"Yeah, Wade, could you notify Mom and get her to meet us at the hospital to get Ron checked out?"

"Sure Kim, but what's up?"

"Ron dislocated his shoulders in order to get out of a serious bind we had gotten into."

"Ouch!" The young genius visibly cringed at this thought, "Are you okay Ron?"

"I'm good Wade, thanks. The arms are still throbbing pretty bad, but that's nothing some Bueno Nacho and a bit of video gameage wouldn't fix."

"Good to hear Ron. I'll let your Mom know what went on Kim. Catch you guys later."

"Later wade." The two teen heroes chorused as the KP logo came into view once again to replace the smiling face of their pre-pubescent computer wiz, Wade Load.

The two teen heroes smiled at each other and went back to some major spit swappage until their ride came and picked them up. The swelling on Ron's lips would go down…sooner or later.

"Well Ron, it looks like there's no permanent damage done. But you're going to have to stay away from the missions with Kimmie for a while and hit the gym. And no, Ron, that doesn't mean I think you're weak. When joints are dislocated it weakens the muscles around them for the next time unless they're rebuilt. You need to do some strengthening of your shoulders to make sure they're back up to par."

"Awwwww mannnnnnn! Can't I just…"

Ron's thoughts were interrupted by a dual puppy dog pout from mother and daughter of the Possible clan. His will to resist was instantly shattered, turned into cannon fodder, and shot into the nearest black hole…never to be seen again.

"Alright, alright, I'll stay off the missions for a while. How long do I need to stay out of commission."

Kim tugged at the ends of her shirt, "Ummmm, only four months?"

"FOUR MONTHS!" Ron couldn't believe his crappy luck, "That's like, the whole summer!"

"Look at it this way Ron, it's the end of the year and you'll be back in game shape at the end of the summer. It'll be seriously no big and we'll still be hangin' out when I'm not gone on missions. Besides, I called up Wade and he said that most summers there's not a lot of activity with the villains anyways. It's like they all go on holidays too."

"I guess so KP, but I don't know what I'm going to with all that free time."

"Come on Kids, you two can finish this conversation in the car on the way home. I left Jim and Tim with their father and I don't want those three turning the dishwasher into a tactical missile launcher again…that rocket fuel smell is so hard to get out of the house."

Ron sat in his room flicking through the various outrageous video sites on the net. His dad had finally sprung for high-speed and he was getting the most of his time with it. He needed an adrenaline kick, and it had only been a week since he had been put on medical leave from the missions. The last day of classes had been two days ago now. Kim and Ron's families got together for a traditional Stoppable-Possible gathering in the Possible's backyard for some seriously good times that centred around the barbeque. Of course, the Tweebs were causing trouble at the time, and Kim and Ron snuck off after a few hours and spent some quality time examining the cushioning on the couch in the treehouse. Needless to say, it made for quite the comfy make-out sessions.

"Come on, what's cool out there today? Wakeboarding, done it, skydiving, done too much of that with the bruises to prove it, rock climbing, I still haven't figured out that whole finger crimping thing Kim was trying to show me…"

Ron went down through a list of videos he saw and just shook his head. He couldn't believe that there were people out there crazier than Kim was, and they did it voluntarily, not for a mission. That being said, he did find it odd that he had started taking a liking to the rush the danger gave him. Even though he still screamed like a little girl most of the time, he felt so pumped after it was all over. Ron was getting better at controlling himself during the craziness too…if only a little bit.

'I guess you become a bit like who you hang around with.' Ron mused.

"Seen it; done it; hate it; ha….hang on a minute there."

Saying Ron was intrigued would be a bit of an understatement at the moment. On the screen flashed a group of normal teens performing what Ron would have thought impossible…even by Kim's standards the actions would be extremely dangerous. And yet, here were these guys and girls of all sizes and shapes completing these actions as if they were brushing their teeth or taking a walk through the park. As he watched the videos he noticed two distinct styles of movements. Maybe it was due to his enhanced mystical monkey senses or just dumb luck, but Ron Stoppable saw something that he liked and what he likes he does. Some of the runners were performing crazy flips and fantastical vaults of great style and flair, while the others caught Ron's attention the most. They kept everything looking so simple, yet efficient. Nothing was wasted on aesthetics; everything and every ounce of energy and momentum were used to move forward, over, under, or around an obstacle as fast and as smooth as possible. After watching Kim and Shego fight on missions along with his training at Yamanouchi and cheerleading, Ron could spot the difference between a good athlete and a great athlete…once the shock wore off of the initial find. It only took him four or five hours this time around, but he could tell that a few of these guys were light-years ahead of anyone else. They just oozed control, confidence, and a flow Ron attributed to a dancer…or water. (Ron's allowed to have his insightful moments now. Don't worry, he's still the goofy guy we all know and love.) It seemed like they never truly touched the obstacle, but went over it like a gust of wind or a stream of water over a rock.

Then the gears in Ron's brain really started to click. Bonus one, it would keep him out of trouble by keeping him occupied the whole summer. Bonus two, Ron could take better care of Kim on the missions. Bonus three, he wouldn't be defying Mrs. Dr. P's orders as such, as this stuff looked like it was going to push his muscles to the limit. So the decision was simple for Ron; He would go and hunt down these guys to teach him what they did. He couldn't just pick up the phone though and call them so he had to use the next best thing…ok, the better thing.

"Wade!"

"Hey, Ron. I heard about the hiatus on missions from Kim. Sorry to hear about it. What can I do you for?" The slightly less pudgy whiz kid of Team Possible flared up on Ron's computer screen. Ron's communicator (I refuse to use the term Ronunicator as it belongs to someone else and it just doesn't sound right.) was in the shop for the time being since Wade wanted to put a few new features into it.

"I need a solid Wade. What can you come up with on a Kenu Runn and Chase Dune?"

"Give me a sec there Ron." Wade began his montage of keyboard strokes that would have made Motzart proud…were they ivory keys of course.

"Got it! Kenu Runn, Canadian, urban messenger boy, former gymnastics student, and all around awesome video gamer. Chase Dunn, Irish, personal trainer and fitness coach, Bachelor Degree in Psychology, and apparently has a penchant for high fashion. Kenu is currently holed up in New York taking care of his messenger business, while Ms. Dunn is currently touring Europe and Asia on a shoestring budget. That's about all I've got for now Ron, unless you want me to get into their physical characteristics and all that."

"Naw, that's okay. Thanks Wade. Could you set me up a ride to New York and let Kim know that I'm taking a trip for the summer?"

"Your ride is en-route, but what should I tell Kim when she asks why you're leaving?"

"Just let her know that while I'm out of commission I'll be taking some time to appreciate places we only got to see on missions and get back in game shape. That's all you or Kim need to know at this time. I'll check in every Friday to let you guys know how I'm doing."

"Alright Ron, I trust you on this and I'll be holding you to your check in date, not to mention what Kim will do to you just because you're not going to be around. See you in a week then."

"Will do good buddy. The Ronster is out!"

Wade saluted to the screen before it blinked out, leaving Ron to chuckle at his friend's antics. Now then, it was time to pack, which could take a while considering he didn't have a clue what to bring. Ron pressed a few buttons on the computer to bring up a timer on the screen, a new feature Wade had installed to let the team know when their rides would be arriving. It looked as though Ron had a little under a half an hour to get ready and out to his front lawn. Ron couldn't help but smile at the thought that in 28min 35sec he would be on his way to not only getting back in shape and then some, but helping Kim out with the missions much more than he was able to at this point in time.

"Booyah!" Ron muttered quietly as he reached into his closet, hauled out a duffle bag, and packed one of his most prized possessions…the photo of Kim and himself kissing at the prom. Then came the rest of his gear: sneakers, shirts, pants, shorts, socks, Naruto boxers, athletic tape, heating balm, Naco coupons, and some much needed sunblock. (Never again would he get burned due to his fair skin.) Rufus threw in his own little suitcase and was dressed up in a flowered shirt and sunglasses and holding a mini-umbrella drink.

Twenty-Eight minutes later the hoverjet arrived on his front lawn. Yelling out a quick "Bye" To his parents and hugging his little sister, Ron bounded up the steps to the cockpit and settled in for a short flight to New York with Rufus in his pants pocket as usual. This was gonna be one hell of a trip…and he couldn't wait to get started.

Next time: Ron's musings during the flight. Why did he leave Kim hanging like that? Will she take it all right? Why the sudden compulsion to get better for the sake of the team? All questions will be answered in time. And Ron might just get a new look out of this story.

The next story I do will be based around a Ron and Shego pairing. I can't help it, but they are the bestest best couple to ever come to fruition in the FanFiction Universe. Any ideas for me anyone on this story, my Avatar story, or my upcoming Ron/Shego? Drop me a line.

Later,

Neal

P.S. I'm looking for possible songs to put into the story in different sections. I'm all about using songs I've never heard of before, but try to choose them with Ron in mind. This is what I have so far:

Not Listening – Papa Roach

Me against the world – Simple Plan

Over and Under – (I forget who this is by)