It's Fannie season again and that means …
Long hours?
Mean bosses?
Work-place injuries?
Nope.
It means another round of complaints, questions, over-reactions, and general silliness. Inspired by this annual rite of spring, I present this little drabble for your amusement …
KP, RS © Disney.
A/N: No sharks were jumped in the writing of this story.
"Come on, Ron, move it!" Kim yelled over her shoulder to her boyfriend and partner as they ran across the Forum.
"I'm moving, KP, I'm moving!" he called back. "How long do we have?"
"I wish I knew. All I know is this place could go up at any moment and I so don't want to be outside when that happens!" she said as they spied their destination.
"Man, who'd have thought a make-believe awards contest could get so consumable," he observed as he began to regret grande-sizing the chimerito he'd ordered at the Bueno Nacho drive-through.
"I think you mean combustible," Kim said with a fond smirk. "But it seems to happen every year. Somebody's not happy about not being nominated or winning. Somebody's complaining about how and why people vote. Somebody has to run down some of the nominees, suggesting they received votes just because people recognize their names."
"And somebody has to cast a vote that's just whack," Ron added.
"So true," Kim said. "I'm not sure that it's even worth it anymore. It's supposed to be fun but it seems to become so the drama every time. Maybe it's just time to retire the Fannies. Okay, we're here. Get in."
"You're Dad's gonna kill me," Ron said as he eyed their refuge.
"Excuse me?" she said.
"You. Me. In there …" he explained, as they looked at the refrigerator. "While I'm all about the close quarters with my badical GF, your Dad may not be and I'm too young to be sent to a black hole!"
"Overreacting much?" Kim said as she climbed in and pulled Ron in after her. "Besides, Dad said he'd send you to a black hole if you ever did anything to make me unhappy. Snuggling with my BF so I can survive an explosion will most def not make me unhappy."
"Well, if you put it that way," Ron said with a goofy grin as he climbed into the cramped quarters with his girlfriend, "I'm all about your happiness."
"Spankin'" the auburn-haired teen hero said as her tow-headed boyfriend wrapped his arms around her and she closed the fridge door, leaving behind the Forum and protecting them from the effects of any possible fannienuclear explosions that might occur in the days ahead …
For readers wondering where Rufus is, he fell into a plot hole. Happily, he is safe and sound and has a hunk of aged cheddar to tide him over.
And not that I should have to write this, but unless you are a fictional character in an Indiana Jones movie or a Kim Possible fan fic, don't ever play inside a refrigerator.