Here's the first chapter in my submission for Eddy13's Senior Prom Story Contest. Hope you enjoy as the story develops over the next two weeks. And leave a review, get a reply. Coolio!

So the Drama Too: Senior Prom

I.

Kim was sleeping deeply and in the middle of her favorite reverie. It was the Junior Prom once again, and she was dancing cheek to cheek with Ron. She glanced coquettishly at him with a come hither look. Ron gazed back at her, a smile appearing on his freckled face. Their faces drew closer to the other, her lips beckoning to be kissed. And this time she knew she wouldn't melt into a puddle of Synthodrone goo, that actually being Ron's recurrent nightmare.

But just before their tender lips touched, her Kimmunicator suddenly began beeping.

"Oh, man! Of all the rotten timing…" she groaned. "Wade? Hello… Hello?"

Not only wasn't Wade on the other end, but no matter what she did, the device refused to stop its infernal racket.

At last she woke up, awakened by the urgent beeping of her real Kimmunicator. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she answered it, mumbling, "What's the sitch, Wade? And this had better be important. You're interrupting one of my ferociously favorite dreams."

Her African-American computer geek smiled back at her. "Morning, Kim. Sorry about that, but you wanted to know when Ron had rented his tux and ordered your corsage for the Senior Prom."

Kim frowned. "And you felt it was necessary to call me…" She glanced over at her alarm clock with dismay. "…at six AM on a Saturday morning!? And BTW, Wade, do you ever sleep?"

Wade chuckled, "I get by, Kim. Anyway, my life revolves around you, y'know."

She almost replied, "Get a life, Wade," but wisely chose to keep silent. He was an invaluable member of Team Possible, and had proven himself far too many times for her to snark at him.

She queried, "So just why did you feel the need to call me at six AM? It better not be just to tell me that Ron's finally rented his tux and ordered a corsage."

Wade grinned back, "Well, actually it's not."

Kim let out a groan. "Well then, why are you calling me? Has a super villain broken into another top-secret research facility and stolen yet another mysterious prototype in order to achieve world conquest?"

"Nope, guess again."

"Wade, so not in the mood for a game of Twenty Questions."

"Okay, I'm calling to tell you that Ron hasn't done either yet. On a hunch, I just checked all the local florists and formal wear outlets in Middleton, Upperton and Lowerton, and not a peep from Ron. And with only one week to go before the prom, business everywhere has been brisk. So if he doesn't order a tux and corsage by noon today, it'll probably be too late."

Kim rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Let's ignore for the moment exactly how you accomplished that feat… So you thought it best to tell me instead of getting on his case about it? Even better, why didn't you just use your super duper technical knowhow and order them yourself? You know his clothing size."

A slightly indignant look appeared on Wade's face. "Kim, you know he doesn't have a Kimmunicator, and he rarely picks up his phone unless he's expecting a call from you. Besides, I'm your info geek and website manager, not Team Possible's personal secretary and Gal Friday."

Kim replied with a chagrined look, "Sorry, Wade. Still real tired from that mission to England thwarting Nanny Mame's weird super-baby sitch."

A smile reappeared on Wade's face. "That's okay, Kim. Hey, I figured that after your mission, you'd be… sleeping like a baby!" He couldn't help but add a snort for good measure.

"Very cute, Wade." After a yawn she continued, "So, I guess I'll get ready and make sure Ron completes his shopping sitch. Thanks for the heads up."

"Sure thing, Kim."

After hanging up, Kim mumbled, "I really do love Ron, but I really wish he'd focus more and not procrastinate so much. Everything seems to be so the drama with him nowadays…"

II.

Meanwhile, at the Stoppable household...

Ron had just finished making breakfast when his father walked into the kitchen.

"Well, son, you're up early."

"Yeah, Dad. I need to run some errands this morning, so I thought I'd get an early start."

His mother then entered the room and cheerfully began, "Good morning, Ronald. Here are my car keys, and thanks for making breakfast."

"No problemo, Mom. And thanks for letting me borrow your car."

She started placing a few pancakes on her plate, then gave Ron an odd look. "Now, you did leave the hot sauce out of the pancakes this time, didn't you?"

With a guilty smile he replied, "Sure, Mom. That was just that one time, when I accidentally knocked that bottle of Bueno Nacho Extra Hot Five-Alarm Sauce into the batter. I like 'em that way, but I know that's kind of an, uh, acquired taste."

His curiosity now piqued, his father queried, "So, what errands do you have to run today that you have to leave so early for?"

"Well, I have to drive to Denver to pick up a few things."

"Denver? That's a pretty fair drive. Must be something special."

"It is. My tux and Kim's corsage for the Senior Prom next week."

His father cocked an eyebrow. "Denver seems a long way to go for a tux and a corsage."

"Actually, it's the Denver airport. I'm picking up a rare Amazonian Aurora Orchid. Since it's coming through US Customs, I have to pick it up and sign for it personally."

His father looked concerned. "Ronald, isn't that the flower that almost made Kim vanish into oblivion?"

"Yeah, that's the one. But it was actually a concentrated serum that Dr. Drakken created from that orchid's pollen that almost made her disappear. And I used another orchid's pollen to reverse the process. Besides, the good news is that once you've been exposed to that much of its pollen, you're pretty much immune for life, so it's safe now for either of us come in direct contact with it.

His dad raised a doubtful eyebrow. "And how exactly did you find that out? Through Wade perhaps, or maybe one of Mr. Barkin's pop quizzes?"

"Neither, actually. Wade has no idea what I'm doing since I want to totally surprise Kim. So I just did the research on my own. I thought it would be totally coolio for Kim to wear that variety to the prom for sentimental reasons, since that wasn't just one of our earlier adventures, it was also one where I saved her life."

Ron's dad nodded in approval. "You feel pretty strongly about Kim, don't you?"

"Yes, Dad, I do," he beamed. "There's no one more important to me in the whole world than Kim."

Now it was his mom's turn to grace him with a raised eyebrow. "Oh, and does that include your dear old mother?"

Ron quickly backpedaled, "Well, heh-heh, of the single, female persuasion, that is. You and Dad will always be just as important to me, you guys know that."

"Yes we do son," his father replied with a smile. "So, what's the deal with your tux?"

"Well, it's just arrived from Israel. Had it made special by one of Rabbi's Katz's relatives, so it's, uh, kosher!"

His dad chuckled. "Kosher applies to food, Ronald, not clothing. But perhaps you're referring to shatnez?"

"Exactly! I wanted to make sure that the tux didn't have any combo of wool and linen whatsoever, since the Torah kinda frowns on that. Besides, I, uh, may need to use that tux again sometime."

With a twinkle of understanding in his eye, his dad replied, "Yes, I see. Planning for the future displays a true sense of responsibility. As long as it's not the near future we're talking about."

Ron's face began to redden as he reflexively scratched the back of his neck. "Yeah, heh-heh. At least a few years, I think…"

He grabbed the keys and headed for the door. "Well, I'm on my way. With luck I should be back around noon. Oh, and if Kim calls, tell her I had some errands to run, but please don't give her any details. I want this to be a total surprise."

A sleepy Rufus popped out of his pocket and yawned. "Surprise, uh-huh, uh-huh…"

As Ron closed the door behind him, his mother wondered out loud, "My, but Ronald has gotten serious about Jewish traditions all of a sudden."

Mr. Stoppable agreed, "Yes, he has. And a shatnez-free tuxedo might come in handy, especially for any specifically Jewish ceremonies in the future, such as, say a wedding, for example."

Mrs. Stoppable's hand flew to her mouth in surprise. "A wedding? You mean to tell me that my little Ronnie and Kim Possible…"

He waved his hand to calm her down. "Take it easy, dear. I'm positive that no weddings or even engagements are in their immediate futures. But I do know something that Ron doesn't think I know. He failed to mention one more errand he'll be going on today, one that I found out purely by accident from one of my friends at the synagogue…"

III.

After getting ready, Kim trudged into the kitchen, enticed by the smell of breakfast. Mrs. Dr. P was busy cooking up a meal of bacon and eggs for the whole family, while Mr. Dr. P perused the morning paper.

"Say, Kimmie-cub, you're up awfully early for a Saturday morning."

"Yeah, Ron has a few errands that need to get done ferociously quick, or else he may have to wear the same outfit he wore to last year's prom. A powder blue tux and tennis shoes were fine on the spur of the moment, but I'm really looking forward to an upgrade this year. Besides, you guys are up pretty early too. So what's the sitch?"

Her dad answered, "Next week's rocket launch has been moved up, so I have to put in some OT today. And your mother's got back to back brain surgeries scheduled for this morning, but she was nice enough to fix breakfast for us all first."

Kim responded with a peck on her mom's cheek. "Thanks Mom! I always enjoy a nice hot breakfast to start the day. Sorry that Ron's not here to help out, but Mr. Clueless has been more than a little distracted this week."

Mrs. Dr. P chuckled, "Ooh, a little trouble in paradise, Kim?"

"Yeah, unfortunately. He hasn't ordered either his tux or a corsage yet for next week's Senior Prom. At least according to Wade, who gave me the 411 this morning at six freakin' AM."

Her dad slyly suggested, "Well, no problem, Kimmie. There's always room for Ronald in the nose cone of my new rocket. Bob Chen has just discovered a possible new black hole, and we'd love to send up a deep space probe to check it out."

Mrs. Dr. P merely rolled her eyes. "Dear, that's really not the type of help Kimmie needs right now…"

He replied with a grin, "Just kidding of course. But maybe with your help, perhaps a little brain surgery could fix up the Ronster?"

As Kim's jaw dropped open in surprise at the suggestion, Mrs. Dr. P gave her a reassuring wink. "Don't worry, Kimmie. Lobotomies are totally out of the question."

Kim began to tap her chin as she considered her father's off-the-cuff suggestion. "Well, maybe not brain surgery, but maybe a dose of that Memory Recovery Machine would help. It's just that Ron gets so distracted and forgetful sometimes. Like when I had to drop some serious hints regarding Valentine's Day a few months ago…"

Suddenly, a huge crash was heard from the garage. Mr. Dr. P opened the door to the garage and yelled, "Boys! What are you two up to now?"

Jim blithely replied, "Just some anti-grav experiments with the Sloth."

Tim continued, " And it'll be a great gas saver once we get all the bugs worked out!"

Kim growled, "nnnNNNGGGHHH! Tweebs!"

Mrs. Dr. P warned, "What have I told you two about conducting any anti-gravity experiments in the house without direct parental supervision? And your father and I just being in the kitchen doesn't count."

Kim pursed her lips. "Well, I better get out of here before I don't have a drivable car anymore. But first I better call Ron and let him know I'm coming over."

But after calling, she only got his answering machine. "Hmm. Either he's still asleep, or he's already up."

Hope briefly flared in her mind. "And maybe getting ready for his errands?"

Reality quickly reasserted itself. "Yeah, right…"

Seeing that her SL Coupe 2.0 was still more or less in one piece, she opened the garage door and started to rev it up. But then on a hunch, she decided to call Wade first.

"Hey Wade, I just tried calling Ron but he didn't pick up, and I'd like to know if he's still at home before driving over there. You still have him chipped, don't you?"

A look of indignation appeared on the 12-year-old's face. "Kim, we've already discussed the legal and moral implications of that more times than I'd like to remember!"

"Yes, but do you?"

He let out a small sigh. "Yeah, just gimme a moment… and… got him!"

But Wade immediately looked perplexed. "Uh, Kim? At the moment, he's actually headed south on Highway 25, toward Denver."

"Denver? Now why would he be going to Denver? And without telling me, especially somewhere so far away? That's just not like him. Wade, I'll call you right back."

Immediately she called the Stoppable household, and his father answered.

"Hi, Mr. Stoppable, this is Kim. Is Ron there?"

"No, he had some errands to run, and said he'd be back by about noon."

"He didn't happen to say exactly where, did he? I just wanted to make sure he gets fitted for his tux and orders my corsage for the prom before it's too late."

"Uh, I'm not sure," he stumbled. "But come to think of it, I think he did mention something about a tux and a corsage."

"Okay, thanks. When he gets back, have him call me, please and thank you?"

"Sure thing, Kim."

She hung up and redialed Wade. "Wade, Mr. Stoppable thinks that Ron is on his errands, but sounded evasive when I asked where exactly, which just set my weirdar on red alert. Can you give me a vector to his car?"

Wade hesitated. "Uh, sure Kim. But it sounds like you want to spy on him. Can't you be a little more patient? I'm sure that the whole situation is totally above board."

"Thanks for the assurance, Wade, but I'd feel better if I found out for myself. Coordinates please?"

Reluctantly he replied, "Sure, coming right up…"

Rocketing to within a mile of Ron's location, she landed on the highway. She quickly spotted him driving his mom's car, and began tailing him from a discreet distance. She was surprised when he took the E-470.

"Strange, that's the road that leads to Denver International Airport. What would he be doing there?"

Twenty minutes later he pulled into a parking space just outside of the airport's US Customs office. It wasn't too long before he returned with two parcels, one large and thin, the other just a small box. Beaming proudly, he carefully placed them in the trunk as Rufus looked on, perched on his shoulder and seeming just as happy. Soon he was back on his way to Middleton.

Kim rubbed her chin. "Curiouser and curiouser. That could very well be what I think they are, but why the Customs office, unless those packages arrived from out of the country?"

Her curiosity satisfied for the moment, she rocketed home. But if she had chosen instead to continue tailing him, she would have discovered one last errand, one that would have instantly piqued her curiosity.

Instead, she called Wade back and explained what she had seen. After thinking about it for a moment he replied, "Well, Kim, I have to agree that it's a little out of character for him, unless it's a surprise for you in some way. That would seem the likeliest explanation to me."

"Yeah, maybe you're right Wade," she sighed remorsefully. "And if you are, then I've been just as sneaky as I'm accusing him of being. So, I apologize."

"Well, it's Ron you should be apologizing to, not me."

"But if I do that, how do I explain how I found him and saw what I saw? He still doesn't know we have him chipped."

She hastily added, "For his own protection, of course."

"Of course," he smirked. "So, a bit of a quandary for you, it seems."

After thinking for a few more moments, she finally decided on her course of action. "Okay, I'm just going to wait for him at his house and see what he has to say first. If everything seems on the level, then I can drop it and no one's the wiser. "

"And if not?"

"Well, I guess I'll just have to cross that bridge when I come to it…"

So Ron seems to be keeping a few secrets from Kim, but for good reason. And though she's growing suspicious, at least Wade's not too worried, and neither is his dad. But I'm sure that Kim will ferret out the truth pretty quick, so stay tuned...

TBC…