"I don't get it!" said Ron with frustration, slamming his math textbook shut. "How can the square root of 128 be 1,223?"
Kim glanced at his notebook. She suggested dryly, "Maybe because according to you, 4 times 4 equals 44." Ron slapped his forehead and then went back to his math homework, tongue between his teeth as he scribbled furiously. Rufus was sleeping (and snoring loudly) in the drink holder on the chair arm between Ron and Kim.
They were on a jet traveling above the Atlantic Ocean. Right after the last bell had rung and the two were walking home, Wade had called on the Kimmunicator. He had told them that Monkeyfist, ever persistent in his quest for the ultimate power of the primate, had kidnapped rare species of apes to experiment with for his new shock troops. Kim and Ron were traveling to London, the newly-reported location of Monkeyfist's labs. But since it was a Tuesday and there were no big holidays around the corner, the plane was almost completely empty. Kim and Ron were in the front row.
Having given up on his algebra, Ron had yanked out his Social Studies homework. As the teenage boy decided whether Mississippi (I can't spell it either!) had 4 or 5 S's, he muttered, "Why does it always have to be monkeys? Why can't he be obsessed with squirrels, or mongooses, or some slightly-less-creepy-and-wrong mammal?"
Kim decided to ignore this fairly stupid question, and restated the mission plan to her forgetful comrade. "Remember, our goal is to keep Monkeyfist from mutating these monkeys-"
"Apes!" Ron called unhelpfully.
"APES, or he'll have an army of monk-APES," Kim corrected herself. "That could rampage the world."
"And that would be horrifying beyond all comprehension!" Ron shuddered at the thought of giant, mutant ape shock troops invading a Bueno Nacho.
Two rows behind the teen hero and her sidekick...
A 21-year-old woman in a green and black jumpsuit with a long mane of black hair had her nose buried in the latest copy of Villains Digest. In the seat next to her, a blue-skinned man with a scar under his right eye was ranting about how much he really disliked Dr. Dementor. But most of it was going in one ear and out the other.
During a pause where Drakken stopped to take a breath, Shego interrupted. "Remind me again why we're going to London."
He answered impatiently, "I TOLD you a hundred times, we're going so that I can steal-"
"I being me." she said automatically, still not really listening.
"Right, I mean you can steal the core computer chip of Dr. Dementor's new software virus creator so that I can use it to destroy all of the Anti-Villain websites!" The mad scientist cackled, rubbing his hands together in glee.
Shego rolled her eyes at the sheer stupidity of this idea. "Yeeeeeeah," She stretched and stood up. "I'm going to get a soda." Actually, she was just getting up to escape Drakken's incessant rambling, but she didn't say that out loud. The villainess walked down the plane aisle to the soft drink machine in the corner of the plane's front.
As she watched the clouds through the plane window, out of the corner of her eyes Kim caught a flash of green and black. She whipped her gaze away from the small window. "What was that?" she asked, alarm bells ringing in her head.
Still staring at his blank Social Studies paper, Ron groaned. "The sound of my head exploding."
But Kim was already up and out of her seat. She sprang into the aisle and saw the evil assistant. (who actually wasn't doing anything more villainous then buying a Diet Coke at the moment, but that's not important right now) "Shego." she growled softly. Ron jerked his head up in surprise.
Hearing the voice, Shego spun around, hands crackling with lime green plasma bolts, and in the same movement, sprang towards Kim. Kim barely had enough room to dodge, just managing to leap onto an empty seat and vault back into the aisle.
Kim's mind raced frantically for a way to handle this. She wasn't that worried about the actual fighting, more about the fact that if she fired at long range, Shego's blasts were going to blow big holes in the airplane's sides. And considering they were 2,000 feet up, falling out was not an option.
Unfortunately the agent didn't have much of a choice except to fight back, as Shego was already there, slashing furiously with blows that would burn her flesh on impact. Catching her foe's arms, Kim threw Shego down the plane aisle, and she slammed against the door to the cockpit of the cockplane. And through it. (the thin wood, needless to say, didn't hold up very well)
The pilot heard the crash and jumped away from the plane's controls, just in time to avoid being whacked by Shego as she crashed into the navigating screen. "Hey! You aren't allowed in here!" he had just enough time to shout, before the superpowered villainess dropped a heavy blow on his skull and he reeled back, eyes glazed and out of focus.
Kim bounded through the splintered bits of wood that had, 10 seconds ago, been the door. The auburn-haired crime fighter unleashed a rabid series of punches which were deflected by her opponent. Shego rammed a shoulder into Kim which pushed them both back into the main section of the plane, where Ron and Drakken were both watching intently. "Yeah Kim!" cheered Ron as she dodged a long blast of plasma from her foe. But just as Kim had predicted, this blew a large hole in the left side of the plane.
Before the battle could go any further, all 4 of them were jerked off their feet as the plane turned abruptly to the right. With no pilot to guide it, the jet had swerved right and was hurtling towards the Atlantic Ocean, where the 4 passengers and the pilot would all sink to a watery grave.
But now the pilot had regained his senses, and was fighting with the plane for control. His fingers ran frantically over the switches and knobs, trying to keep the plane from crashing into the small island that was rapidly becoming larger and larger as they dropped.
FROOOM! With a last defiant roar, the jet reluctantly rose away from the small island dotted with exotic trees. But as it did so, villains and heroes alike were hurtled into the left side of the plane, all screaming at the top of their lungs. Drakken was the first to fly out of the gaping tear in the plane's side, followed by Shego, Ron, and lastly Kim. Kim clenched futilely at the side of the plane for a moment, but then she lost her grip, and all four of them fell screaming to their certain death...
Author's Note: Um...actually, I don't really have anything to tell you right now. Just to stay tuned for Chapter 2 if you liked it, and go read something else if you didn't. May the pork be with you!
Random KP Quote Of The Day:
Drakken: Just think of what I can do! Fort Knox! The Louvre!
Shego: Or into the 10 items or less line...with 11 items, eh?
Drakken: Exactly! Wait, was that a serious suggestion or are you mocking me?
Shego: Yeah I'd say about 30 percent serious, 70 percent mock.
-Hidden Talent
Kim glanced at his notebook. She suggested dryly, "Maybe because according to you, 4 times 4 equals 44." Ron slapped his forehead and then went back to his math homework, tongue between his teeth as he scribbled furiously. Rufus was sleeping (and snoring loudly) in the drink holder on the chair arm between Ron and Kim.
They were on a jet traveling above the Atlantic Ocean. Right after the last bell had rung and the two were walking home, Wade had called on the Kimmunicator. He had told them that Monkeyfist, ever persistent in his quest for the ultimate power of the primate, had kidnapped rare species of apes to experiment with for his new shock troops. Kim and Ron were traveling to London, the newly-reported location of Monkeyfist's labs. But since it was a Tuesday and there were no big holidays around the corner, the plane was almost completely empty. Kim and Ron were in the front row.
Having given up on his algebra, Ron had yanked out his Social Studies homework. As the teenage boy decided whether Mississippi (I can't spell it either!) had 4 or 5 S's, he muttered, "Why does it always have to be monkeys? Why can't he be obsessed with squirrels, or mongooses, or some slightly-less-creepy-and-wrong mammal?"
Kim decided to ignore this fairly stupid question, and restated the mission plan to her forgetful comrade. "Remember, our goal is to keep Monkeyfist from mutating these monkeys-"
"Apes!" Ron called unhelpfully.
"APES, or he'll have an army of monk-APES," Kim corrected herself. "That could rampage the world."
"And that would be horrifying beyond all comprehension!" Ron shuddered at the thought of giant, mutant ape shock troops invading a Bueno Nacho.
Two rows behind the teen hero and her sidekick...
A 21-year-old woman in a green and black jumpsuit with a long mane of black hair had her nose buried in the latest copy of Villains Digest. In the seat next to her, a blue-skinned man with a scar under his right eye was ranting about how much he really disliked Dr. Dementor. But most of it was going in one ear and out the other.
During a pause where Drakken stopped to take a breath, Shego interrupted. "Remind me again why we're going to London."
He answered impatiently, "I TOLD you a hundred times, we're going so that I can steal-"
"I being me." she said automatically, still not really listening.
"Right, I mean you can steal the core computer chip of Dr. Dementor's new software virus creator so that I can use it to destroy all of the Anti-Villain websites!" The mad scientist cackled, rubbing his hands together in glee.
Shego rolled her eyes at the sheer stupidity of this idea. "Yeeeeeeah," She stretched and stood up. "I'm going to get a soda." Actually, she was just getting up to escape Drakken's incessant rambling, but she didn't say that out loud. The villainess walked down the plane aisle to the soft drink machine in the corner of the plane's front.
As she watched the clouds through the plane window, out of the corner of her eyes Kim caught a flash of green and black. She whipped her gaze away from the small window. "What was that?" she asked, alarm bells ringing in her head.
Still staring at his blank Social Studies paper, Ron groaned. "The sound of my head exploding."
But Kim was already up and out of her seat. She sprang into the aisle and saw the evil assistant. (who actually wasn't doing anything more villainous then buying a Diet Coke at the moment, but that's not important right now) "Shego." she growled softly. Ron jerked his head up in surprise.
Hearing the voice, Shego spun around, hands crackling with lime green plasma bolts, and in the same movement, sprang towards Kim. Kim barely had enough room to dodge, just managing to leap onto an empty seat and vault back into the aisle.
Kim's mind raced frantically for a way to handle this. She wasn't that worried about the actual fighting, more about the fact that if she fired at long range, Shego's blasts were going to blow big holes in the airplane's sides. And considering they were 2,000 feet up, falling out was not an option.
Unfortunately the agent didn't have much of a choice except to fight back, as Shego was already there, slashing furiously with blows that would burn her flesh on impact. Catching her foe's arms, Kim threw Shego down the plane aisle, and she slammed against the door to the cockpit of the cockplane. And through it. (the thin wood, needless to say, didn't hold up very well)
The pilot heard the crash and jumped away from the plane's controls, just in time to avoid being whacked by Shego as she crashed into the navigating screen. "Hey! You aren't allowed in here!" he had just enough time to shout, before the superpowered villainess dropped a heavy blow on his skull and he reeled back, eyes glazed and out of focus.
Kim bounded through the splintered bits of wood that had, 10 seconds ago, been the door. The auburn-haired crime fighter unleashed a rabid series of punches which were deflected by her opponent. Shego rammed a shoulder into Kim which pushed them both back into the main section of the plane, where Ron and Drakken were both watching intently. "Yeah Kim!" cheered Ron as she dodged a long blast of plasma from her foe. But just as Kim had predicted, this blew a large hole in the left side of the plane.
Before the battle could go any further, all 4 of them were jerked off their feet as the plane turned abruptly to the right. With no pilot to guide it, the jet had swerved right and was hurtling towards the Atlantic Ocean, where the 4 passengers and the pilot would all sink to a watery grave.
But now the pilot had regained his senses, and was fighting with the plane for control. His fingers ran frantically over the switches and knobs, trying to keep the plane from crashing into the small island that was rapidly becoming larger and larger as they dropped.
FROOOM! With a last defiant roar, the jet reluctantly rose away from the small island dotted with exotic trees. But as it did so, villains and heroes alike were hurtled into the left side of the plane, all screaming at the top of their lungs. Drakken was the first to fly out of the gaping tear in the plane's side, followed by Shego, Ron, and lastly Kim. Kim clenched futilely at the side of the plane for a moment, but then she lost her grip, and all four of them fell screaming to their certain death...
Author's Note: Um...actually, I don't really have anything to tell you right now. Just to stay tuned for Chapter 2 if you liked it, and go read something else if you didn't. May the pork be with you!
Random KP Quote Of The Day:
Drakken: Just think of what I can do! Fort Knox! The Louvre!
Shego: Or into the 10 items or less line...with 11 items, eh?
Drakken: Exactly! Wait, was that a serious suggestion or are you mocking me?
Shego: Yeah I'd say about 30 percent serious, 70 percent mock.
-Hidden Talent