TPI Back To School

by Pharaoh Rutin Tutin

Following After Action and Recruiting and Recovery Team Possible settles in for some normal, back to school fun. Of course normal is a relative concept. And with relatives like Team Possible...

1. Chapter 1: Hola Clan Possible

Team Possible Inc. Back to School
Chapter 1 ¡Hola! clan Possible
A Kim Possible Fan Fic by the Pharaoh Rutin Tutin
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This is a work of Fan Fiction. I receive no compensation for this story.
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Following "After Action" and "Recruiting and Recovery" Team Possible settles in for some normal, back-to-school fun. Of course "normal" is a relative concept. And with relatives like Team Possible…

These are the stories of the basic, average girls and guys of Middleton and what inspires them to save the world.

You can't stop them 'cause they're TEAM POSSIBLE, INC.

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"¡Hola! clan Possible." The familiar greeting of Ron Stoppable rang out as he walked through the front door with Kim and Rufus.

The Possible family went about their business for another moment. Then they stopped dead in their tracks. Each one with a look of shock that would not be out of place on a coyote as he fell off a cliff.

Ron Stoppable WALKED through the front door!

Like deep space probes falling into a black hole, All the Possibles descended on the pedestrian pair.

He used a cane. He was in pain. He was exhausted. He was walking.

Guiding him to the couch, Ann Possible rolled up his pant leg and began to examine the patient's knee. She was sure this would undo much of what had been done so far.

Strangely, there seemed to be LESS swelling and scaring than she saw this morning.

"SO WHAT HAPPENED?" The question rose simultaneously from at least four throats.

"Well, it was such a nice afternoon, Kim and I thought we would go out."

"On the way back from Bueno Nacho, Ron told me to stop pushing his chair. He wanted to try something."

"After our run-in with Monkey boy yesterday, I've been feeling things in my leg. I don't know how or why, but it was time for me to stand up."

"He turned and took two steps out of the chair to hold me. I nearly forgot how well my head fits his shoulder."

"So I unhooked my cane from the chair and we started walking home, slowly."

"We did have to take a few breaks. I offered to push him back, but he insisted on walking in on his own."

"Well Mr. Stoppable, as a physician, I must advise you that when recovering from a serious injury, it is unwise to attempt that kind of physical activity without consulting your physical therapist. As your girlfriend's mother, however, let me say…"

And the next thing Ron knew, Anne Possible had him wrapped up in a huge bear hug. Then she KISSED him, full on the lips!

Recovering from the unexpected (but not unwelcome) attack, Ron looked up and noticed James Possible from the corner of his eye.

With a sly look, Ron took the doctor's hands, kissed her fingers, and said "Anne, dearest, your husband is still here. I don't think he's ready to know about us, yet."

Anne's face turned redder than the hair on the head of any Possible woman.
James Possible faded to a shade of white normally only seen on the sheets of the Grand Wizard.
Jim and Tim looked like they had just been forced to eat their sister's cooking.
Slim was doubled over in a sidesplitting belly laugh.
Rufus and Joss were literally rolling on the floor with laughter.
And Kim had a moment of such pure confusion, she was sure Ron's brain was back in her head.

Had there been any Aurora pollen left in Middleton, Anne Possible would have faded away that afternoon. Fortunately for her, the family, and the neuro-surgical patients in four states, no one else had brought back that particular souvenir of the Amazing Amazon Rain Forrest.

That evening, Daniel Stoppable dropped in, at Anne's invitation, to join the Possibles for dinner. Slim finally had his chance to whip up a mess of his five-alarm chili. When his son told him what happened that afternoon, he got a very distant and thoughtful look in his eye.

"Ronald, those conversations we've been having. The talks about what it is to be a man, and love, and responsibility. You do remember those, don't you?"

Sigh, "Yes dad."

"Well, from now on, you're giving me advice."

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Lake Wannaweep was quiet. After the toxic snowmen and Gill, the EPA was forced to declare the area unsafe.

Six compounds with buildings, plumbing, and electricity hidden in 200 acres of old growth forest surrounding the two-mile wide lake. And no human being could legally enter the area without permission from the EPA. Of course, for the director of Global Justice, that kind of permission is routinely granted. The brother of the GJ director could also get that permission by making a few, slightly less than honest, requests over the web.

Clown Camp was the least damaged of the old camps that circled the lake. Using that as the base of operations, agents of the Worldwide Evil Empire (WEE) had systematically salvaged every bit of useable equipment from the other camps and rebuilt the year-round big top into a state of the art criminal command centre.

Inside the magenta and white building, there was a flurry of activity by dozens of WEE agents in magenta and white suits. The final preparations had to be completed. The new agent Alpha was going to make this his command centre tonight.

As the sun set, a magenta and white helicopter set down on the short runway that had once been an exercise yard for elephants.

Out of the helicopter, two figures emerged. The first was dressed in a suit similar to the ones worn by the other agents. Only this one clung very tightly to her lithe form. No mask covered her head. Instead, she wore the ever-present earpiece head set common to so many executive assistants, and large glasses that brought out her violet eyes. The glasses were balanced perfectly on her upturned nose and high cheekbones. Her face was framed by sand coloured hair, pulled back into a tight ponytail that hung below her waist. The neckline of her suit plunged very deep, revealing a great deal of cleavage. Of course, the trim work suggested that the cut went far deeper than it did, before stopping above her navel in a medallion inscribed with the Greek letter "Phi". Agent Phi's suit did not have trousers like the other agent's, but instead had a skirt that was so short, it would have been illegal any where outside a criminal organization. Tall leather boots in the WEE colours completed her uniform. Mounted on three-inch heels, they ended in rolled over cuffs just above the knee. Clipboard in hand, she circled the aircraft to help the other passenger disembark.

Her boss was a distinguished looking gentleman. Silver hair. Classic features. Although he walked with a slight limp and used a cane, he was obviously in unnaturally good shape for a man of his age. The colours of his suit were similar to, if slightly more somber than, the uniforms of the other agents. However, he was not the kind of man to walk about in a body stocking. He wore a classically styled suit tailored just for him by one of the best design houses in Paris. The only thing to indicate that this man was not on his way into the boardroom was the large letter "A" monogrammed on his lapel and tie.

Immediately, an electric cart met agents Alpha and Phi at the landing strip and drove them to the big top. There would be time for inspections of the outlying grounds and facilities in the morning. For now, agent Alpha had only two duties. Take command of the compound and report in to his benefactor.

As the main view screen in the command center buzzed to life, all of the usual office noise came to a halt as the agents attempted to remain unnoticed while their bosses were talking.

"Señor Alpha, I see that you have arrived safely at Compound W."

"Quite safely indeed, my dear Gemini. From what I have seen so far, this place will serve us quite well as a command center. You are certain that neither the EPA nor Global…"

"GRRRRR" was heard over the comm-links.

"Please relay my apologies to Pepe. As I was saying, neither the EPA nor your sister's organization will suspect us here?"

"As far as Global Justice "

"YIPE YIPE YIPE YIPE YIPE YIPE YIPE YIPE YIPE YIPE YIPE YIPE!"

"Ohhh, daddy's sorry Pepe. Where was I? Oh yes. As far dear Betty's group is concerned, your new base is just another EPA toxic clean up. And the EPA believes that they have turned over control to, you-know-who, for national security concerns. The EPA director is under orders to not discuss this place with anyone. Not even, ahem, Them. If they do need to make contact, the director has a private number to call."

"And that line does not lead to your younger sister's office, I presume."

"No, it is leads to your office. That should give you as much lead-time as possible to escape if anyone becomes suspicious. Now, to more important matters, was your request for a personal assistant filled to your satisfaction?"

"Yes Gemini, I believe that Agent Phi will serve me quite well in that capacity."

"Just remember, she was trained by MI-6 to deal with their most dangerous agents. If you step beyond the terms of her contract, it is your funeral."

"I understand. When shall we begin Operation Lityerses?"

"Soon. Once you have settled in, have your agents run some small operations to be sure they and compound are prepared. Contact me when you're ready. Gemini out."

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At the hospital, Kim had Ron and his father gather around his mother and little Miriam for a family portrait shot on her kimmunicator. Clicking on the link to Wade she asked, "When can they get a print?"

"I'll frame it and bring it by in the morning."

"My little boy is back on his feet."

"Mom, I'm not all the way back yet."

"Maybe not, but I think it's time we told him, Daniel."

"Told me what, dad?"

"Son, we were going to bring this up about a month ago. But then the accident happened, and…"

"Lived it, dad. I don't need the replay."

"Anyway, our plan was to convert your room into a nursery for Miriam."

"Uh, dad. That sounds like a good idea except for one little point. I LIVE in that room."

"Right, so we were going to give you a new room."

"Are you adding on to the house?"

"No, dear. Your father and I wanted to convert the basement into a guest suite for a long time. With it's own bedrooms and living area, a private bath, maybe even a kitchenette. We were even considering renting it out after you left home."

"When we found out your mother was pregnant, we debated, and then decided to go ahead with the suite and let you use it. Then we would turn your room into the nursery."

"That's one of the reasons I asked you to be here, Kim."

"What do I have to do with it?"

"Well, I have most of the materials and tools we'll need already. But I thought this was going to be a project involving just my son and I. No offence Ron, but you're still not back into construction shape."

"So miss Possible, on behalf of my wife and myself, we need the help of Team Possible."

"That's what we're here for! What can we do for you?"

"Do you think you and your friends can remodel Ron's room and the basement before he moves back home? Mim's bassinet will stay in our room until the construction is done."

"No big, Mr. Stoppable. We'll go over plans at tomorrow morning's training session. I just wish Aunt Charlene was here."

"Who's Aunt Charlene, Kim?"

"She's actually one of my mother's distant cousins. And she's a professional interior decorator in Atlanta."

"There is one other thing. Ronald, you had better sit down."

"What is it, dad?"

"Well, we want to go ahead and put in new furniture for the suite. Since you will be living there, you should decide what's in it. So Ron, I need you to go shopping with Kim."

'NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

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Author's Note

We all know that the ladies love the Ronster. It looks like Mrs. Dr. P. was just out enjoying some Ronshine.

Ron will be going home, soon. Too bad he has to let Kim push him through every furniture store and home center in the tri-city area first.

Triple S and Gemini putting their plans together. Ron, did you have something to say about the Wanaweep Compound?

Coming up. Remodeling fun at the Stoppables. House-hunting with Slim and Joss. Summer comes to an end. WEE launches Operation: Lityerses. And the new school year starts.

Oh, and a certain blonde haired young man gives a ring to a well-known red head, and I don't mean Lucile Ball.

Thanks to everyone who has reviewed The TPI stories so far. 2,000 hits on TPIRR!

I particularly want to thank FanFic author cpneb. His Jade stories have amused me. Inspired me. And made me think. When my muse was quiet, he came to my rescue. He allowed me to bounce off him ideas that were good, bad, weird, and other (Especially the Other).