The bell rang out to signify the end of another day in Middleton High. The groups of seniors and juniors who heard the clanging flooded its halls as they casually drifted towards the main doors. In the rushing flow of this human traffic, two girls by the lockers stood, talking to each other.

"Seven days, and counting. This is the longest I've gone steady with anyone, Monique." uttered the first, a redhead.

She needed no elaborate introduction for most of you. She was Kim Possible, the girl who claimed to be able to do anything from age twelve. In high school life, she has achieved a lot of things, saved the world dozens of times and was still able to juggle her personal life. The only thing that didn't appear in Kim's "success list" was to get a good boyfriend, a match made in heaven. Until recently…

"Hush up, girl! You're making it sound like a videotape curse." cried Monique. "Besides, doesn't that mean something: like you've found the right guy at last?"

You see, it has been a week since the Senior Prom and the events which involved the near world conquest of Kim's archnemesis Dr. Drakken. The good "doctor" stole plans for the creation of "smart metal", which can be manipulated through special waves. For his plan to be successful though, Drakken had to keep Kim from spoiling his fun. From this he made a boyfriend to distract and, at the right time, kill the teen hero.

One little hiccup kept Drakken's foolproof plan from achieving fruition: Ron Stoppable. With much convincing, he and Kim defeated the good doctor and saved the world. From this grandiose event did Ron confess his love to his longtime friend, and they were officially "steady" as of the rest of the prom.

"It's just that, all my life I have dreamed of being with my one true love. And now that I've had him, I'm beginning to doubt whether it's another pointless crush like countless others."

"You mean the kiss you did last week didn't mean anything?"

"It was a prom, Monique. We were all lost in the moment."

"Well you know what they say, girl: 'Absence makes the heart grow fonder'. Maybe if you guys didn't hang out for like, a couple of days, you'll know if he's the right one."

"Hey, you're right. How can I thank you, Monique?'

"Thank me later, here he comes now."

Ron's steps were springier since the prom. He tap-danced towards his locker to meet up with the girls.

"Good afternoon, Monique. Hey, Kim." He proceeded to kiss her cheek.

"Nice to see you in a good mood, Ron. Nothing bad in your day so far?" Kim asked.

"Nah. In fact, me and Rufus made sure that my pants didn't fall off this time." He proceeded to lift his jersey to reveal a package-taped waistline.

"Isn't that gonna hurt when you take it off?" asked Monique in surprise.

"A lot. But that's a small price to pay to prevent embarrassment."

Rufus agreed with a pseudo-thumbs up.

"Riiiight. I'll see you later, Kim." Monique gave her friend a wink as she waved both of them goodbye.

"What was that for?" a perplexed Ron asked the teen hero.

"Monique and I got to thinking…" she began to explain.

"Are you 'coming out' and seeing some chick behind my back?" he exclaimed.

"NO! It's not that. It's just that, we've been steady for quite a while and I'm beginning to doubt if ultimately, it should be us."

Ron looked at her and stood silent.

"I understand. Heck, we've both dabbled with many crushes and all of them didn't last long."

"I'm glad you see it my way, Ron. Anyway, we got into thinking that maybe we should go our separate ways for a while…"

"Are you freakin' kidding? What about your missions, Kim? Not to mention the empty seat during Naco night?

"Isn't Felix available?"

"Yeeeeeah, but it just wouldn't be the same…"

Suddenly, the familiar sound of her Kimmunicator began to beep.

"What up, Wade?" Kim said to the chubby boy in the other end of the line.

"Kim, you've got a hit from Gene the Game Guy of the Middleton hobby store."

"Wade, if this doesn't involve high tech plans being stolen count me out."

"Okay, but it's still worth checking out. Gene might give you some freebies."

"You know I'm not a hardcore gamer-"

"But I am." Ron snatched the device. "We are so there, Wade. Over and out!"

"Over and out?" Kim asked sarcastically, as if stung by the Ray Romano bug.

"Meh, nothing beats a classic."

"Hey, Kim. Glad to see you. It's been ages since a celebrity visited my shop." Said the mellow Gene as Kim and Ron walked to the counter.

"I'm a regular patron, plus I'm Kim's sidekick. Don't I count?" Ron whined.

"I don't remember you being level fifty or over in Everlot, Ron. But I digress, here's the latest issue of The Fearless Ferret" the man handed Ron his comic.

"I didn't know you collected those." Kim stared in bewilderment.

"I shouldn't. They jumped the shark two years ago when some guy called Mike Drigie replaced the faved artist. I'm doing this 'coz I'm a loyal fan." He joyfully smiled.

"Whatever. Any reason why you called, Gene?"

A guy with a semi-bald hairstyle walked to the counter with five brown boosters packs, eyeing Kim and Ron with suspicion.

"That'll be fifteen bucks." Said Gene as the guy flashed a twenty. He eagerly went to the nearest table to crack them open.

"Anyways, two guys came here hours ago and stole my entire supply of the Ravnica block."

"The what?" she asked.

"Magic Cards. I would have handled them myself, but the green chick's hands were scorching."

"Shego, 'that female gorilla in the green bikini'" Ron began to narrate.

"That means Drakken has escaped. But why would they steal boxes of cardboard?" Kim pondered.

"Beats me. Either they're serious card players or hardcore larpies. Such lewd outfits". the Game Guy said.

The same semi-bald guy went at the counter with another five boosters. Annoyance painted his face when he palmed another twenty bucks in front of Gene. "Don't worry, the Tech will show up." The game store owner said.

"Whahaha! Phase two of Operation: Crabby Comeback is complete." The blue-skinned artificer rejoiced in his island den.

"No offence, Dr. D" quipped his accomplice "But why call your new plan 'Crabby Comeback'?"

"The concept is too complicated for you, Shego. But the answer involves a pun, a pun on my last failure."

"The 'Little Diablos'? Told ya they wouldn't work."

"Shut up!" Drakken yelled. "If you think 'smart metal' is cool, you'll be dumbfounded by my latest plan to vanquish Kim Possible." He walked to a cloaked invention. "Behold, Miss Go!" he said as he unveiled it.

"Isn't that the Pan Dimensional Vortex Inducer?" asked the green lady.

"Yes. Technically, I haven't used this gizmo smartly the first time so I'm thinking of using it again."

"So how does our stolen booty fit into your new plan?"

"Originally, I've designed this doo-hickey to create stable black holes. But, with a few minor adjustments I can use the black holes to open pseudo-reality, similar to the cable tv universe. That's where the…"

SCHNOOOOAAAAARK! Erupted a loud snore from his accomplice.

"Shego, you green goon!" he snapped as he jiggled her. "Stop sleeping when I'm explaining!"

"These explanations have been boring since you hired me".

"You coulda told me!" He sighed and then said "But, perhaps I can demonstrate how Phase Three works."

Taking a brown booster from a box, Drakken opened it with his pointed fingers and slipped its contents into a slot in the machine. A few taps of the keyboard and a vortex appeared.

"Nothing's happening." Shego pointed out.

"Patience. The vortex requires a few minutes of warming up to work its magic."

"I'm afraid the show will have to be post-phoned, Dr. Drakken" echoed a familiar voice.

"Kim Possible!" shouted the artificer as he looked towards the source of Kim's voice.

"Don't forget me." said her sidekick.

"Uhhhhhhh" Without looking, Drakken fumbled his pocket and fished out a card. "…and Ron Stoppable, the buffoon! Along with his pet mole rat."

"At least he's trying." Ron told Kim. Rufus erupted from his pocket and agreed.

"Finally. I can have some exercise around here." Shego ignited her gloves and rushed towards the teen heroine.

Kim easily avoided the lunging Shego and jumped on top of the nearest crate. "I can't believe you haven't learned your lesson, Midori madam." She retaliated with a surprise cleaving kick.

Shego caught the falling leg and gave it a twist "And I suppose that trash talking with Japanese is gonna do anything, Kimmie?"

While the two did their usual "quip fighting", Ron was eyeing the Inducer.

"Dude, didn't you use this on us last time?"

"Don't tell me how to run my life, Stoppable! Goons, distract him."

Drakken's goons, confused with the order, obeyed their boss. Armed with their stun batons, they surrounded the blond teen.

"Oh man. This is wrong. I'm suppose to be the distraction." Ron whined as he avoided the goons' blows.

"A few seconds to go until the Vortex Inducer unleashes a peon in the cards".

"Don't bother, you blue oaf." Drakken turned his head towards a middle-aged man clad in a military uniform, eating cookies.

"What the? Who the heck are you? How'd you get here?" exclaimed Drakken.

"Can't you see my nametag? My name is Ed. I walked from the portal minutes ago.

You said you wanted me? My schedule is busy."

Looking at the nametag which stated 'Fascist Art Director', Drakken's eyes lit up "It works, it actually WORKS!" With a grin in his face, he pointed towards the fighting females "Kill the redhead."

With bottled-up aggression, the F.A.D. snarled and dropped the plate of cookies, then leapt like a tiger at Kim. Just when she had her hands full with Shego did this bearded Director clawed at him as if he was possessed. The teen heroine was surprised at the new arrival.

"Kim, NO!" shouted Ron, right before he was attacked by a barrage of monkeys. "GAH, Monkeys!"

"Oooh, how convenient that that booster contained the one thing that can swamp the Bufoon."

Just then, another figure leapt out of the vortex wearing green robes and a silly bowtie.

"Funny, you don't look tough…" Drakken commented at the new arrival.

"I'm not supposed to. I'm Dr. Garfield, the creator of this game." Richard stated sincerely.

"What game?" Drakken asked.

"Um, the cards you stole." Richard answered with annoyance. "I didn't invent this game just so that you can steal it and have actual fist fights about it, you know."

"What do you care, you're just a nerdy mathematician with no plans for world domination."

"Hey, aren't you Drew Lipsky? The guy who left college to seek revenge against his graduated former buddies? Wait 'til Lily hears that I actually met a loser like you. Can I have your autograph?" He pulled a pen and a notepad from his pocket.

Angry, Drakken took a laser pointer and fired at the "creator". Dr. Garfield quickly ducked to avoid it. "I guess not." he said and ran away from the deranged artificer.

Kim fell to the ground back first and threw Ed onto a row of drums. She quickly rose up to avoid a punch from Shego, caught her fist and kabered her to the same pile with a sickening crash.

"Wade!" yelled at her gadget. "How can I beat these two guys at the same time? Shego's small fry, but my punches aren't denting that Director.

"Director? You mean Ed?"

"You know this guy?"

"I dabbled in Magic, Kim. Ed is an infamous art director who gets temporary invulnerability to specific artworks." Wade explained.

"Look at me, Wade. Do I look like a work of art to you?" questioned the teen as she ducked from her two opponents, who collided with each other.

"Yup. Dr. Possible did a good job." He joked.

"Are you gonna help me, or are you gonna make jokes all day?" asked Kim impatiently.

"Sorry, remember the hairpin I asked you to wear?"

Kim fumbled her hair to find the specific one. "This?"

"I want you to stab Ed with it."

"I dunno. Isn't that a bit extreme?"

"That's the only way for the hairpin's effect to work." Wade stressed.

Ed became sober and, taking out his whip, proceeded to smack Kim with it.

"Okay" Kim surrendered to the limitation and with all her might, stabbed Ed in the chest with the accessory. No blood was drawn and a perplexed Ed, still standing, gave a sarcastic "What the heck?"

Immediately, electricity coursed around the Art Director's body making him jerk like a puppet. Before he pulled the pin out, he disintegrated into tiny art director bits, leaving his uniform, beret and whip on the ground.

"Yeesh!" Kim exclaimed at the Ed's remains.

"Good thing you finished him off, Kimmie" Shego said behind Kim's back. "He was ruining my style." She then pitched a ball of green flame towards our heroine.

However, as a response, Kim drew her grappling gun and fired a wireless taser shot onto the fireball. The energy immediately rescinded as the shot cleaved through it and latched on to the green lady. Shego gibbered at the electric shock of the taser shot, which gave enough energy to stun her, and maybe singe a few hairs.

"Impressive Wade." Said an amazed Kim at the disabled warrior.

"I figured you needed a new upgrade on the hairdryer."

"Now, where is Ron?"

"Get 'em off me. Get 'em off me!" cried a much traumatized Ron as the buncha monkeys pounded him with their little hands like pizza. Rufus was seen having a fistfight with one of the mad monks, and it looked like the primate was winning.

Thankfully, Kim snatched one of the goons' stun batons and swatted three monkeys off. One of the primates muttered "Ron, Rufus, aRiyan…" in monkey-speak as it flew to the air and landed headfirst on a table.

Ron began to spring up. "This one is biting my neck!" He pried off the offending monkey and flanged it like a hypochondriac at Dr. Garfield. The mathematician jumped as he struggled to pull it off while avoiding the wrath of Drakken.

Then, the vortex disappeared.

Drakken screeched to a halt and eyed his machine. "What? My vortex inducer needs more inspiration. Shego, get me more ca-"he exclaimed before he was toppled by his teen adversary with a killer spike.

"Using cardboard art to recruit peons. Is that even scientifically possible?" Kim mocked.

"It was a slow year. Besides, I was using science too much and all my attempts fail." Drakken, still slumped to the ground, began to explain

"Then, it came to me in a dream while in prison. The average artist doesn't have the imagination of a child, but he does have the ability to give it solid form." He began to stand. "My updated Vortex Inducer can actually bring an artist's vision to life." He quickly aimed and fired his pointer at Kim, hopefully distracted by his campy acting.

Kim twisted to avoid the deadly blast and disarmed the artificer with a kick. She jumped and landed behind him and twisted his arms. Drakken screamed. "Why don't you draw your own monsters then?"

"Gah! Are you kidding? The Inducer only works on the art of professionals. Thankfully, that nerd Gene had a lot of it in one place. Cheap too.."

"Only because you stole them."

"I prefer the term 'outsourcing', Kim Possi-"

"Hey, what happens if you put a whole box?"

Drakken turned to the source of the voice and saw Ron shoving boxes of cards on the slots with Rufus stepping nimbly on the keyboard, obviously trying to destroy the Vortex Inducer with his now-defunct "Ron Factor".

The blue man immediately broke from Kim's grip and pushed her off. "You buffoon!" he exclaimed and gripped his hair. "My machine can't handle vast quantities of cards in one sitting!"

"What's the worst that could happen?" Ron asked with a lace of naivety.

KABOOOM!

The force of the resulting explosion knocked everyone away. When Kim opened her eyes, another vortex appeared from where the now wrecked Vortex Inducer stood. The only exception was that this wasn't stable, and it began to vacuum everything within reach.

Kim ran to where Ron and Rufus were lying. "Ron, wake up. The vortex is coming right at us!"

Ron immediately scooped up his mole rat and ran with Kim, with no progress "Oh man, this would be so cool if it wasn't gonna kill us".

From the end of his sentence, Shego landed in front of the duo (and Rufus) and blew the torch-like energy from her right fist onto them. Astonished, they broke their traction and screamed as they were carried by the vortex's grip.

"Oh, but it is. Bye, Kimmie!" the green lady waved as her adversary disappeared into the unknown.

"Well done, Shego." A still-groggy Dr. Drakken walked beside his accomplice. "You'll get an extra bonus and a hefty retirement fund, now that my archnemesis is gone forever!" He let out a big hearty victory laugh, when two palms pushed him and the green lady towards the vortex as well. Then the dark hole imploded from reality.

Dr. Garfield dusted his palms "Nuts, I still needed that autograph."

"Hey, you killed the boss." He turned his head to find Drakken's goons glaring at him with their stun batons set to "spear".

He got up to them and said "Anybody wanna watch a movie?"

They looked at each other in confusion. One of them walked forward and answered "Sure why not? It's the end of our shift anyway. We can take the boss's hover cars"

"Cool bananas!" exclaimed the mathematician.

It was late twilight when Kim gripped her forehead and gave it a good rubbing. That last fall was sure excruciating.

She sat up and saw Ron, still knocked out from that escapade with the vortex. Kim slapped her friend with enough force only to revive him. "Just a few more minutes, Mom" he grumbled.

"Wade, are you there? Pinpoint our location." She ordered her Kimmunicator, but the only response was pure static. Strange.

She then panned around their location and couldn't believe her eyes: they were on a vast wasteland, like the Australian Outback. Close inspection on the horizon however, revealed an endless row of buildings instead of a mountain range. The artificial heights clawed to the white heavens, nary a cloud in the sky. The sun reared its face onto the mass of structures to greet the awakening cityfolk.

The light revealed the ground she stood on. It wasn't composed of sandstone or sand for that matter, but an endless row of bricks similar to the ones you can find in ancient urban areas. And nearby formations surrounding them turned out to be houses, street lights, and local drunks slumped on the sidewalks.

"Where are we?" Ron said as he rose from his slumber. Eyeing Kim, he said "Is this heaven? Are we DEAD? Kim, tell me" and jiggled her.

"Chill, Ron." She brushed him off, annoyed by his overactive imagination. "We're not dead. This place is obviously some European city area. We could be in Montmarte, Paris. Looks like Drakken's portal were a flop after all."

In the cold air of the morning, the nearby houses began to open. Traders let out their wares and produce in front of their shops. An aide walked and swept the sidewalk while some armor-clad man poked a drunk and told him to mosey along.

Kim found this place strange despite its eerie familiarity. She walked to a grocer carrying a box of strange mushrooms. "Excuse me, do you speak English?"

The man was obviously uninterested, but responded nonetheless. "English?" he asked in a rough Eastern European accent. "Miss, the only language we know is Ravnican. But you speak it perfectly well, though."

Ravnican? She thought. Looks like her statement was wrong. Hopefully, Ron never heard their conversa-

"Kim, want some breakfast?" She turned to see Ron eagerly holding French bread and a plate of bacon, eggs and hash. Rufus was already gnawing on the food on another plate on a table.

"How did you cook all that so quickly?" she said, amazed with the spectacle.

"I didn't. I went to a nearby deli. But they didn't accept my cash so I traded my belt for it. Apparently these particular "guys" haven't heard of plastic before."

"No. You didn't."

"Ah, after the dozen of times that happens, I should be getting used to it by now."

"GRUUL RAID!" shouted a man from a window. Upon hearing this, the shaken townsfolk ran inside their houses and locked their windows and doors. A row of armor-clad soldiers slipped from between the buildings and adapted a stance in the middle of the road.

Kim tapped one of them on the shoulders. "Perhaps I can be of help, sir."

"No need, Miss. We are enough to hold off these guys. We wouldn't want you to get hurt."

Taking this as an insult, Kim huffed. "Ron, quit eating and get in position." She then jumped and took her stance in front of the soldiers.

"What's she doing? She's gonna get pounded." remarked one of the troopers.

"Who cares? We aren't protecting the guildless."

Kim ignored these quips and stared at the rumbling horizon. What she saw is enough to frighten anyone.

The raiding party was so unconventional. At the front, deformed and blind brutes charged on the bricked ground. What seemed like green kids and enraged centaurs galloped and skipped along the street, bashing and breaking posts and wares not taken indoors. The biggest creature of all was a colossal snake, pounding the ground with each weave like a needle on thread. A person was seen riding it, shouting some really bad gibberish.

With terror sweat running from her brow, Kim hoped that her cheerleading practice was enough to face threats like these.

As soon as she saw the whites on the snake's eyes, Kim charged to the direction of the nearest brute. Using his legless driver as a platform, she leapt and swung towards the antlers of a centaur. Already aggravated, the horse man blindly swung his club at the strange human dangling on his horned head and accidentally walloped his own face. Kim landed on top of one of the green kids and gave them what-for.

The soldiers saw this chaos within the raiding party as a signal to attack. They ran to the berserkers with singing blades and resonant shouts.

Ron? He's griping under the table, after looking at the enormous serpent with the arrow-like head.

"I am like so afraid of snakes now!" he said to himself. The table where he cowered was turned over by three green kids who sneak from the soldier assault, grinning at their blond victim.

"Ah, goblins!" he shouted, but then stopped. "Wait, you guys are actually real?"

"Very real, Bub." One of these guys said as they flashed their makeshift whacking sticks.

Upon seeing their weapons, Ron and Rufus dived to the nearest produce cart. The teen started lifting melons and flung them at the pointy-eared pests.

The goblins squealed as overripe fruit splattered with painful force on their faces, their sticks providing little defense against the barrage.

"We've got them on the run now, Rufus." said Ron.

They didn't notice the fourth goblin to sneak through the soldier's wave as it quickly scurried onto the back of the cart and knocked out Ron with a homemade blackjack. He was out like a light.

The rider of the giant snake leapt from his mount and scooped up the unconscious Ron and his pet from the cart. "This boy will make an excellent torchpig." He laughed as he landed back on the serpent's neck and rode off to the distance. The goblins latched onto the snake's coils, risking injury from its burrowing.

Kim and the soldiers easily stopped the group from advancing any further. A few of the berserkers are dead, some are unconscious and some have chickened out. A victorious shout erupted from the troops.

"Whoa, Miss. You sure you don't wanna join our legion? We could use a martial artist like you."

"Nah. Anyway, that was no big. I just wanted to show you guys that I can do anything" she said. "C'mon Ron, let's fly."

She turned to the spot where Ron was last seen. "I'm afraid your friend was taken by that Gruul shaman, Miss."

This statement shot through her like a bullet. "My Ron? Taken!"

"That shaman said that he'll be sacrificed as a torch pig. He's a lost cause".

She was devastated. She said she wanted him and her to take their separate ways for a while, not let himself get killed.

But she fought the urge to shed tears. She's all alone in this strange place, Ravnica, but she must find the courage to make it out of here, one way or another. After all, she can do anything, right?

Kim walked to the nearest soldier and asked him "Which way did he go?"