A/N This is my first story ever. So I am grateful for the help that my beta - Magic Basher54986 - has provided.

Even to the point of helping my write this out. "Thank You, very much"

OK enough of that. Enjoy the story everybody.

"But Mom, I really want a computer," Kim whined.

"No I won't get it for you, and you know that pout doesn't work on me. If you want one that badly then earn your own money and get it," the girl's mother replied to the pouting girl.

Fine then, but what can I do for money? Oh well I guess I can ask Ron for some ideas.

[Later that day]

"Ron, I got a major sitch," Kim said to her friend sitting across from her.

"What's up KP?" Ron asked a little curiously.

"I need some spending money and mom told me to get my own. I even tried 'The Pout' on her and nothing," Kim said as her head touched the table almost landing in her salad. She hardly had anything else that came from Bueno Nacho.

"Well Kim you could always try babysitting. I mean hell you're able to handle two 8 year old twin geniuses," Ron suggested.

"Excuse me, young lady," a lady that was standing in line said, looking at Kim. "I couldn't help but overhear your conversation. It just happens that I am currently looking for a babysitter for my son, Wade. You said that you could handle kids of high intellect?"

"Yes ma'am. I have twin brothers that like to build rockets. That explode. How old is your son?" Kim asked the lady.

"He is 9. I am willing to pay you $100 if you last the night. He has already run nine other babysitters off, I hope that you can do it. Here is the address, you may call me Mrs. Load," Mrs. Load said while giving Kim the address.

"You can count on me. By the way my name is Kim Possible," Kim said with a grin.

"I'll see you there at seven, Miss Possible."

Kim nodded as she looked at the address.

Mrs. Load ordered her food and walked out the door. Kim smiled at her as she left.

She then looked at Ron. "Nine other babysitters? He must really cause those babysitters a lot of trouble."

"I'm sure it's not going to be that bad."

"Either way, wish me luck."

Ron nodded as she picked up her fork and began eating her salad.

Kim was at the front door of the Load residence at 6:55. She liked making a point of being on time.

It only took a minute to wait for Mrs. Load to answer the front door.

"Hello, Miss Possible."

"Hello to you as well, Ma'am. And please, call me Kim."

Mrs. Load smiled as she stood to the side and allowed Kim to enter the house.

The place looked to be clean. That is until they reached the den. It was World War III.

"See what other babysitters have had to deal with?" Mrs. Load asked as she looked at her son as he ran around the room.

"No big. I was able to break them of their messy habits."

Mrs. Load gave a sigh of relief.

"If you can do that with my Wade, I would be most grateful."

Kim smiled as she and Mrs. Load walked into the room.

"Wade?"

The boy stopped tinkering with his circuit boards looked towards his mother.

"This is Kim Possible. She's going to be your babysitter."

Wade grinned wickedly.

"I know that look," Mrs. Load said she looked at Kim.

"I do, too," Kim said. "And I've got the countermeasures."

Mrs. Load watched as Kim walked over to him and started helping him with his project.

"Now after this, we need to clean up this room. Or else I take the soldering iron and hide it."

"I know every hiding place in this house."

Kim smiled as she shook her head.

"No you don't."

Wade shook his head as he continued working on his electronics.

"Well, Kim, I'm off," Mrs. Load said as she watched her son.

Kim looked over and nodded.

"I'll be here."

"Now, I've put all the emergency numbers by the phone and my number is at the top of the list. If you need anything, just give me a call."

Kim smiled.

"Yes, ma'am."

Mrs. Load waved as she walked out the door.

Kim helped Wade with his project for a bit longer until he smiled.

"Ah. Finished."

Kim looked at it. It looked like a pocket TV.

"What is it?"

"A communication device," he said with annoyance.

Kim looked at it before looking around the room.

"Okay, Wade. Lets get this room clean."

"You clean it. I've got work to do."

Kim reached over and grabbed the soldering iron from his hand.

"Hey! Give that back!"

Kim shook her head as she unplugged the iron, dunked the tip into the cup of water Wade had sitting on the small work table and shoved it into her bag.

"You'll get it back after we are finished cleaning this room."

Wade reached for the bag but Kim put it on her back.

"Remember, Wade, I've got twin genius brothers. If they can't outsmart me, I'm sure you can't either."

Wade glared at her as he started picking up some of the stuff on the table.

"I'll get a trash bag. You put what you can use again on the table. What you can't use will be thrown away."