THE OTHER SIDE OF MONKEY LOVE

Chapter 1 --- Desperation Makes for Strange Bedfellows and Aftermaths

Ron remembered leaving for the two-week summer mascot camp clearly. Kim had been crestfallen, promising not to take too many missions while he was gone. Rufus snuggled in Kim's hair and refusing to talk to him. Then it was on the bus with the most misfit group of mascots he'd ever seen. He'd fallen asleep as they were leaving Middleton.

He woke up in a blue fluid-filled cylinder in a darkened room. Dim figures moved beyond the glass and muted mumbles fed his ears. He watched closely as one of the figures approached his tube. The hunch and gait were unmistakable: Monkey Fist.

Monkey Fist stared at his archenemy, suspended in a blue biomass solution. He turned back to the figures behind the massive table and grunted. "Are you certain this will work? I don't have many more mystical means to achieve monkey mastery with this buffoon still in my way."

"Don't worry Monty-dear, after today it won't matter because no monkeys will follow him any more." DNAmy cooed.

Drakken wrung his hands. "Are you sure you don't want to just clone him and use a nice compliance chip to control..."

"NO. I must be the Monkey King, the only master. Besides, I can't wait to see how badly this will impact his partner."

Drakken grimaced. This was going to be rather painful for the sidekick...but he was getting some new toys to play with out of the deal. He made some adjustments to his console and added a few more painkillers.

"Any other parameters you want to set before we get this started?"

Monty paced, frowning. His face lit with a sick sneer.

"Can you program those nanomachines of yours to set more parameters than just the basics?"

Drakken nodded. "Most anything...we ARE re-wiring everything you know. What did you have in mind?"

Ron could barely hear the sick screeching that passed as Monkey Fist's laughter as his pod hummed to life and he blacked out.

Shego laughed, waving from the rising rope ladder.

"Bye now Kimmie. See you again next time." She blew a kiss before rising out of sight.

Kim seethed. This was Shego's fifth heist in as many days signaling a stellar beginning to summer. She hadn't had time to do anything at home or even talk to Ron since he left.

Sighing, Kim retrieved Rufus from behind the counter and began trudging out of the ruined lab. She activated the Kimmunicator.

"Wade, need a hitch back to Middleton."

"Uh, Kim...you heard from Ron lately?." Wade's voice set off alarm bells.

"Nooooo...why?"

Wade sipped his drink. "Well, wasn't he supposed to be at Go University for this mascot camp? 'Cause he's not there."

Kim stopped cold. "WHAT! Locate him Wade."

"Done and done. Hold on to something because he's in your family's guest room."

"Get me home yesterday Wade!"

Ron woke up feeling weird. Really weird. He thought the room looked familiar, but he couldn't quite see right. Everything was a little blurry. It certainly felt familiar.

Getting up, he wandered into the hall, unconsciously finding the bathroom. He passed the mirror and stopped. Something wasn't right. His hair was too blond and longer than he remembered. Shrugging, he stood over the toilet and reached into his underwear.

Dr. Possible shot out of his recliner when the shrill scream sliced through the house. He ran to the bathroom but found the door locked.

"Jim? Tim? Kimmie-cub? are you alright in there?"

"No, it's me Ron" he croaked, voice breaking.

James paused. That sounded sort of like Ron...five years ago.

He rattled the door. "All right young man. You'd better come out here and explain yourself."

"No offense Doc, but I think I need Kim's mother to look at this. Not your field of expertise...BELIEVE me." he croaked again.

"She'll be back soon. She just went down to the store for dinner fixins. You sure you don't want to talk to me about it?"

Ron shuddered and looked down at his middle again.

"Dr. Possible, believe me, you don't want to know."

Dr. Anne Possible was putting away groceries when her husband sauntered into the kitchen.

"Dear, Ron's locked himself in the bathroom upstairs and insists that he has to talk to you about some problem he's having."

Anne looked at her husband in confusion. "Wasn't he supposed to be at camp for two weeks? Kimmie was so down on that. What could it be that he wouldn't want to talk with you about?"

James shrugged. "Don't know, but he's sounding awfully funny. Remember when he and Kimmie went through puberty when he sounded a lot like badly played bagpipes all the time?"

Anne winced. Kim's reactions had not been...trivial...to her best friend's condition.

"Okay. I'm on my way up. If you see Kim, stall her until I know what's going on."

She disappeared around the corner and James heard the bathroom door open and shut.

He wasn't prepared for his wife's shriek and spilled coffee all over himself.

Kim blew into the kitchen in a whirlwind and saw her father mopping coffee from the table.

"Where's Ron, what's he doing here? What happened?"

James winced. "Sit down a minute Kimmie-cub. Your mother is upstairs trying to find out."

"Mom is? What on earth could be wrong..." she trailed off as she heard raised voices coming from upstairs. A door opened and shut. A few seconds later, a noticeably pale Dr. Possible came into the kitchen and sat down, looking at James.

"I need the liquor dear. Something with a kick."

James put a worry face on and went into the garage to retrieve something from the hidden cabinet.

"Alcohol Mom? WHAT is going on?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you. This is so beyond my specialty. I told Ron I'd send you up with your Kimmunicator so that you could scan him. I certainly don't know what to do. But Kim, you can't freak out. He won't be able to handle that right now."

"OOOOKay Mom." Kim jogged upstairs, activating the Kimmunicator.

"Wade, we're going to need a complete scan of Ron. Can you set me up and I'll beam the info to you when it finishes? Please and thank you."

"No prob. When your indicator light flashes blue, it'll be ready."

Ron had been watching himself in sick fascination as THINGS were happening that were sick and wrong. He jumped when someone knocked.

"Ron, are you okay? Mom said to come up."

Ron closed his eyes. He was SO not prepared for this. He reached up and unlocked the door.

"Come in Kim."

Kim noticed some things different immediately. Ron was just a little shorter than she was, his hair was longer and a shade that looked weirdly like Tara's, and his eyes weren't blue, they were an emerald green just like her own.

"Let me scan you." Kim pressed a button and the blue scan field snapped to life and began scanning Ron.

"What's going on Ron?"

Ron squirmed. "I can't, uh , use the facilities and...uh...other things are weirding me out."

Kim sighed. "Is that all? Do you need me to hold your hand like I did when we were kids?"

Ron winced. "Uh-uh. I mean I CAN'T. My...uh...plumbing is missing" he whispered.

Kim snorted and reached down to his boxers and pulled.

Both her parents jumped when she shrieked.

Ron chose to finally quit trying to deal. He passed out.