Three weeks before the final episode of Kim Possible was aired in September 2007, a new Disney cartoon series debuted entitled Phineas and Ferb. Right away I noticed quite a few similarities between the two shows, so many in fact that it seemed certain that there had been at least some influence by KP on the writers of P&F. But even after several years of intense research, I could find no direct, incontrovertible proof of this.

Until now...

Hiring Shego (who's been doing mercenary work ever since Kim Possible's cancellation), and utilizing her legendary thieving skills, she successfully breached the secret Disney Studio vault containing rare first drafts of the never filmed KP Season Five episodes, including the one you are about to read. But now that Shego and I have conclusively proven the Kim Possible/Phineas and Ferb connection, we're now both fugitives on the run from Disney's implacable team of lawyers. With them hot on our tails, we now fear for our very lives. But you, gentlereaders, have a right to know the truth!

And BTW, Shego also discovered Walt Disney's body in an adjoining vault, kept in stasis not by cryogenics as has been long suspected, but by being encased in carbonite. So we now have discovered proof of an early Disney/Lucasfilm connection as well! Too bad Shego forgot to put film in the camera, so you'll just have to take our word for it...

And to placate those aforementioned lawyers, Kim Possible and Phineas & Ferb are both owned by The Mouse, and I receive no remuneration for this work of fiction other than the joy of exercising my wild and unpredictable imagination. And leave a review, you'll get a reply.

Enjoy!

It was a beautiful warm summer morning in Middleton. It was also the first day of summer vacation for Jim and Tim Possible, twin brothers of the famous world-saving heroine, Kim Possible. Both of them were currently in the backyard of their suburban home, excitedly preparing for the launch of a large home-built rocket they had just built with the help of their father, renowned rocket scientist Dr. James Possible.

Jim confidently declared, "Well, Tim, once we've placed this sub-orbital rocket in a geosynchronous orbit above Middleton, we'll be able to watch the entire Tri-City Solstice Day Parade from the comfort of our own living room!"

Kim however was watching them like a hawk from her bedroom window. She rushed down the stairs, yelling for her mother, the eminent neurosurgeon Dr. Ann Possible.

"Moooom! Jim and Tim are making a launch sequence!"

Kim grabbed her mother and swept her into the backyard, only to discover that her father was now standing right alongside his two sons.

Ann greeted her husband with a pleasant, "Well, good morning, honey. Kim was just telling me something about a launch sequence?"

He replied with a jaunty, "Oh, hello, dear. Just giving our two moppets a spot of help on their smashing new enterprise, eh, wot?"

Tim chimed in, "Righty-o, guv'nor!"

Ann raised an eyebrow at not only her husband's speech but his gaudy costume as well. "Well, that's just super, but what's with the English accent and that unusual get up?"

"Oh, this?" He indicated his bright red outfit, which resembled a 19th-century British general's uniform. "Well, I'm trying out for a part in a Gilbert & Sullivan operetta that the Middleton Light Opera Company will be performing, and I'm heading off for my audition as soon as we finish launching this rocket."

"Well, that explains you, but what about Tim? He seems to have picked up the same weird accent."

"Not a problem, dear. He's just helping me to stay in character."

"Oh. Well then, good luck with that. I'm off to the hospital, brain surgeries to perform this morning, you know."

Kim gushed, "Ooh, and as soon as Dad's gone, that means I'm in charge, right?"

With a heavy sigh, Ann relented. "Yes, Kim. As soon as your dad is gone, you're in charge."

Kim sneered at her brothers. "Hear that, Tweebs? I'm in charge. So no 'accidental' firing of any ballistic missiles at your elementary school like you did last summer."

Jim whined, "Aw, Kim, you're no fun!"

But James crossed his arms and sternly began lecturing the twins. "Your sister's absolutely right, boys. It's a good thing that Middleton Elementary was unoccupied and fully insured, or else you'd both be grounded for life for that little stunt."

Kim placed her fists on her hips and snarled, "Yeah, so I'm keeping my eyes on you two, at least until I get together with Ron after he gets off from his shift at Bueno Nacho."

She muttered under her breath, "And I really have to do something about that dorky hat with the silly Naco on top of it that he's forced to wear..."

And with a flip of her fiery red hair, she smugly marched back into the house.

James then announced, "All right boys, we're ready for launch. Jim, if you'll do the honors?"

"I'd be happy to, Dad. T-minus 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... Blast Off!"

He pushed the firing button, and the rocket took off in a perfect arc above the city.

James beamed proudly. "Ah, another perfect launch. Well, I'm off to my audition, so wish me luck. Tally-ho!"

Tim waved as he left. "Cheerios! Best of luck, Dad!"

Just then, Cindy from across the street walked into the yard, followed by Wade and Ron's cousin, Shaun.

Wearing her Pixie Scout uniform, Cindy gave Jim a longing look and queried, "Hi Jim! Whatcha doin'?"

"Oh, hi Cindy. Just launching a rocket so we can watch the Tri-City Solstice Day Parade on our computer."

She warmly continued, "That's really cool! So when you're done with that, could I ask you guys for a real big favor?"

"Sure! What can we do for you?"

"Well, Pixie Scouts Troop 2-4-6-8-10 was going to be in the parade today, and we had made a real super-looking float, but Shaun here wrecked it when he used it for target practice with his bow and arrows. So our troop doesn't have a float now, and even worse, we won't be able to earn our Parade Float achievement patch either!"

Cindy shot Shaun a very cross look, to which he responded with an off-handed shrug.

"Hey, I'm a mean-spirited bully. It's what I do."

Wade angrily added, "Not only that, but I just caught him trying to feed poor Rufus to his pet iguana!"

He gently placed the naked mole rat on the ground, who immediately snarled at Shaun. "GRRRRRRRRR!"

Jim replied in surprise, "Well, Wade, thanks for saving Rufus, but dude! What's up with your voice? It's so high!"

Wade painfully squeaked back, "I have Shaun to thank for that too. He gave me a super wedgie right before we walked over here, and by my precise mathematical calculations, I'm now speaking exactly two octaves above my normal range!"

Irritated at the interruption, Cindy tried to persist with her request. "Anyway, we need a replacement float as soon as possible, since the parade starts in only a few hours."

She smiled coquettishly at the object of her affection while batting her beautiful eyes. "So, Jim, do you think you might be able to help us?"

With a confident smile, he replied, "Sure, Cindy, no problem!"

He turned to his brother with a look of supreme confidence. "Tim, I know what we're going to do today! And I think I just might have the answer. But I'm going to need Dad's portable nuclear accelerator from his lab, along with some other stuff. But with a little luck, I think I can have everything we need delivered to us in just under an hour."

Jim suddenly noticed that Ron's pet was missing again. "Hey, where's Rufus?"

At that moment, Rufus was carefully looking out of the kitchen window to make sure he wasn't being observed. Certain now that he hadn't been spotted, he donned a tiny fedora. Lifting up a plate of Bueno Nacho burritos on the kitchen counter, he discovered the secret passage directly beneath it and quickly jumped in. He was swiftly transported to the secret headquarters of GJTOWAEPA, otherwise known as Global Justice: The Organization Without An Easily Pronounceable Acronym. Landing in a small comfortable chair, he waited patiently for the huge electronic viewscreen before him to activate. Dr. Betty Director, the one-eyed leader of Global Justice, immediately appeared and began to speak in a low, gruff voice.

"Good morning, Agent R. Well, Dr. Drakken is up to his old tricks. Or maybe it's new tricks. Possibly even old tricks with a new twist. That's it! Old plans to either take over the world or destroy Kim Possible, dusted off and rehashed into new and exciting forms, which are still ultimately doomed to failure, yada-yada. Isn't that right, Will?"

Her assistant, Will Du, moaned his reply. "Whatever you say, sir."

Rufus looked confused about Will's rather downcast mood.

Betty continued, "Oh, don't worry about Will, Agent R. He was recently demoted to unpaid intern status after that debacle concerning Duff Killigan and Professor Green."

Will whined, "But sir, that wasn't my fault!"

She brusquely responded, "Will, you didn't even know whether he was a Doctor or a Professor! And stop calling me 'sir,' I'm a woman, for crying out loud!"

"Well, you could have fooled me, what with that white mustache you're wearing right now. And by the way, for some reason your voice is a lot deeper today than usual."

Flustered, Betty quickly replied, "Oh, that. The 'stache is just a disguise I'm trying out for some undercover work, and I just discovered that I'm extremely allergic to topiaries, which has really affected my voice something fierce."

Will waved a dismissive hand. "Whatever you say, sir."

Betty glared at him once more before turning back to address Rufus. "Anywho, Dr. Drakken has been buying up huge amounts of cutesy toys, frilly girl's clothing, teen makeup and fashion magazines throughout the Tri-City Area. That's just, uh, weird. Well, weirder than usual for him at least. But no doubt he's up to no good and planning something evil. So you know what to do, Agent R. Now go out and put a stop to him! Good luck!"

Giving Betty a smart salute, Rufus ejected from his chair and blasted out of Global Justice HQ in his tiny hover jet, swiftly rocketing over the skies of Middleton.

At that very moment, the Middleton High School Cheerleaders were practicing outdoors when they suddenly spotted Rufus flying through the air. They instantly broke out in a musical cheer which echoed across the playing field.

"AAA - GENT - RRRRR!"

He gave them a smile and a tip of his hat in acknowledgment. Soon reaching Drakken's timeshare lair, he ejected from his craft and swooped down on a miniature hang-glider. The building was clearly marked with a large garish sign which read, Drakken Evil Incorporated. Quickly breaking down the front door, he surprised the mad scientist and immediately assumed an attack stance.

Drakken angrily responded, "Rufus the Mole Rat? Why didn't you just knock? Now that door's going to need to be replaced, and since this is a time share, the management is going to add the repair bill for that to my monthly rent, which I'm already behind on, by the way, so you're going to need to pay to have it fixed."

Rufus merely gave a tiny shrug in response, followed by a curious look at the evil scientist's unusual garb.

"Oh, so you were expecting me to be wearing my usual dark blue lab coat? Well, it's at the cleaners, so I had to wear the only other thing in my closet, which was this old white lab coat. Satisfied?"

Rufus carefully nodded.

Drakken huffed, "Well, anyway, you're here now. And you're early today, by the way. So since I'm not quite ready with my evil monologue, why don't you just enjoy some cheese in the meantime? I have a plate of your favorite types all made up for you, so please just help yourself, it's sitting right over there."

He pointed toward a dish on the floor filled with all manor of delicious cheese tidbits, ripe for the taking. Rufus instantly rushed over to the plate, and after an experimental sniff, began to hungrily dig in. But the very next moment, a round cage that looked exactly like a classic mousetrap clanged down on top of Rufus, trapping him.

Drakken rubbed his hands together in evil glee and cackled, "Ha-hah! I've trapped you, Rufus the Mole Rat! Now you're completely in my power! So now I get to regale you with my newest evil scheme, with which I will simultaneously defeat Kim Possible and take over the entire Tri-City Area!"

With a grand flourish, Drakken pulled the covering off of his latest device and announced, "Behold, the De-Frou-Frou-Inator!"

Rufus responded with a typical roll of his eyes. Drakken immediately shot back, "Oh, I saw that, Rufus the Mole Rat! Don't think you can get away with dissing me and my new Inator, especially while I'm in my own lair, no way, José! I spent a lot of time and effort on this device and would really appreciate a little more respect."

Rufus silently crossed his arms and waited for the mad scientist to continue.

"Good, that's much better. But first, a little backstory for explanation. When I was a child back in the tiny European duchy of Drakkonia, my mother liked to dress me in frilly girl's clothing."

Both of Rufus' tiny eyebrows shot up in surprise.

Drakken hastily continued, "But not because I acted like a girl, mind you, I'm very confident in my own masculinity, thank you very much. Well, at least most of the time. Except maybe when facing Kim Possible or suffering from the interminable insults from my sidekick, Shego. Right, Shego? SHEGO!"

His attractive young sidekick had been listening to her mePod over in one corner, and hadn't heard a single word he'd said. She lifted one headphone and muttered, "Huh, what was that, Dr. D?"

Rufus gave her a shocked look when he saw what she was wearing. Instead of her usual green and black catsuit, she was now dressed in an all black Goth-style outfit with a button-down front, high collar and stiletto heels.

She tried to shrug off her unusual attire. "Oh, don't be too concerned, Rufus. Just an outfit for a musical I'm auditioning for this afternoon, that's all."

Not quite convinced, Rufus turned back to Dr. Drakken who continued with, "Now, where was I? Oh, yes. Anyway, Mama Lipsky already had a strapping young boy around the house in the guise of my cousin, Motor Ed. You may recall that he's just became the mayor of Middleton, how he managed that I'll probably never know, but that's neither here nor there I suppose."

He let out a disgruntled sigh as he pressed on. "In any case, she already had a boy, but she wanted a girl to sort of, well, balance things out. So I was nominated for that dubious honor. Now, after years of therapy from being emotionally scarred by the experience, I've decided to put an end to all things girly and feminine by using the De-Frou-Frou-Inator, which will turn them into their manly equivalents!"

He cackled evilly as he warmed up to his insidious plot. "Just think of it, Rufus the Mole Rat! Skirts and blouses will be replaced by pants and shirts! Cutesy stuffed animals will be turned into toy lizards and frogs! 'Hello Kitty' will be transformed into 'Hello Fang!' Teen fashion slicks will be turned into sports and auto repair magazines! Even the color pink shall be completely replaced with a masculine shade of blue!"

Rufus looked on in horror as the evil doctor concluded, "Sugar and spice and everything nice will simply disappear, only to be replaced by snips and snails and puppy dog's tails! Every female will become so despondent, and every male so upset over their despondency, that they'll do anything to change things back to the way they were. That's when I step in and offer to fix everything, but only if I am declared the permanent and irrevocable ruler over the ENTIRE TRI-CITY AREA!"

He folded his arms and gave Rufus a smug look. "So, what do you think of them apples, Rufus the Mole Rat?"

Rufus replied with a tiny burp, having just finished the last of his cheese. He blushed as he giggled, "Oops! 'Scuze me..."

Meanwhile, back at the Possible household, Kim's best friend Yori knocked at the door.

"Hey, Kim!"

"Hey, Yori! You're just in time to help me keep an eye on my brothers, just in case they do anything even remotely bustable."

"But Kim, weren't we going down to the mall to pick up the brand new Ducky Momo Cuddle Buddy? You've been looking forward to getting that stuffed animal for almost a week now."

Kim snapped her fingers in irritation. "Ooh, that's right. But I'm in charge of the Tweebs now while Mom and Dad are gone. So do I give in to my urge to bust my brothers, or to my excitement over obtaining my newest Cuddle Buddy?"

She impatiently tapped her foot as she cogitated on her decision. "Hmm. Busting urge or Cuddle Buddy... Busting urge or Cuddle Buddy... "

Yori simply rolled her almond-shaped eyes as she muttered, "I just know where this is going to end up..."

But Kim surprised her by saying, "Well, since it'll probably take the Tweebs a while to build whatever they end up creating today, we'll pick up my Cuddle Buddy first, which will give me the thrill of both instant and delayed gratification when I bust them after we get back! But we'll have to be quick, so let's roll, Yori!"

Grabbing her hapless Asian friend, Kim threw her into the front seat of her Sloth SL coupe and slammed the door. "Hold on tight, Yori! Middleton Mall, here we come!"

Kim floored the coupe and tore off down the street at breakneck speed, while Yori desperately tried to buckle her seat belt. "Yeah, if I live that long..."

As Kim raced away, a parcel truck arrived at the Possible home. The delivery man removed a medium-sized package from his vehicle and walked up to Jim.

The man queried, "Hey, aren't you a little young to be using an unlicensed nuclear accelerator?"

Jim cheerfully answered, "Why yes, yes we are!"

"All right then, sign here please."

Jim quickly signed the receipt and opened the box. "Perfect!"

As the first delivery truck left, another one arrived with a several cases of multicolored mylar sheets, a gross of duct tape rolls and ten tanks of helium. While the items were all carted into the backyard, Jim laid out the blueprints for all to see.

"Okay everybody, here's my plan..."

TBC...