Present Day; Kenya

Kim could only faintly hear the sound of the wedding march as the door into the cathedral opened for her. She barely even noticed that her father stood beside her with his arm hooked around hers. All she could see was Ron Stoppable wearing a finely pressed tuxedo, his glasses, and his hair done by none other than Francois himself. He stood on the stage with Wade, Felix, and Josh next to him and Monique, Joss, and Tara standing across from him in beautiful purple dresses. The crowd to either side seemed unending with her extended family and the friends she had acquired on one side and Ron's extended family and the Yamanouchi students on the other.

She began to walk, her father guiding her straight as her vision began to blur with tears of joy. The moments passed and she found herself face to face with her long time best friend and now nearly husband. She could tell he was trying to keep a straight face, despite the nervous giggles that showed in his brown eyes.

"We are gathered here today..." began the preacher.

"Ron..." she whispered. "I want you to know that I'm always going to be there for you. No matter what."

"To unite Ronald Tobbias Stoppable..."

Ron smiled. "I know, KP."

"... and Kimberly Anne Possible in Holy matrimony."

"But there's some things you just can't change..." Ron continued, his face turning white. Kim gasped as a red spot appeared on his tuxedo in the center of his chest.

"Ron!" Kim cried, snapping awake.

"Wah!" Ron shouted from beside her, surprised by her sudden outburst and spilling his apple juice over himself. "Kim!" he whispered harshly, trying to wipe off the sticky juice from his Wade modified glasses and his mission gear.

Kim shook her head, trying to get her bearings. They were on a private jet flying across Africa, on their way to the I & M Bank that apparently had all of their precious metals stolen in a rather peculiar way. The sun was just beginning to rise, and they were passing over Nairobi as the plane began to bank slightly, the Jomo Kenyatta International Airport coming into view. "Sorry Ron." Kim said in apology, taking his hand. "I guess I've just got a lot on my mind." she said with a smile. "With the wedding and all."

"Tell me about it! Can you believe this article?" Ron exclaimed, holding up a magazine. "Possible Engagement." he read. "'But to who?' Who? I was right there when they took the picture!" he wailed, tossing the magazine down on the coffee table where Rufus was sprawled out, snoozing and kicking his legs in the air.

"I know!" she replied, rolling her eyes as she stretched. "I got the four one one on THAT when my mom was congratulated in the operating room and didn't know why." Kim leaned over, nuzzling his cheek and planting a kiss there as well. "Trust me, Ron. Being under the radar is a good thing. It's no big."

Ron's frown flattened. "I know. I mean, I realize it sounds selfish, but would it be so bad if the world knew I got you? It would give losers the world over hope." he chuckled.

"You are not, and never were a loser, Ron Stoppable." Kim replied in all seriousness. "Unique... a little odd at times... maybe even weird..." she said, elaborating. "But that's why I love you." she finished.

"We are about to touch down, Ms. Possible." announced the pilot over the intercom. "Please buckle in."

"You heard him, Ron. Better wake up Rufus." As the trio buckled themselves into their seats, Kim rolled the name Mrs. Stoppable around in her mind and smiled. It would definitely take some getting used to. She just hoped that Ron's dream was just that; a dream.

"What seems to be the problem, Mr. Abasi?" Kim asked the tall, well dressed and clean shaven man. Mr. Abasi had the look of a very proud and dignified man, but one without the arrogance that someone in his position often gained when working with trillions of dollars. He stood a full head and shoulders above both Kim and Ron, with thick, close cropped hair and a skin tone that was so dark he could have been mistaken for a shadow if it wasn't for his friendly smile full of stark white teeth.

"While I must admit; Ms. Possible, I did call the local authorities initially. Unfortunately, they were unable to investigate exactly what happened." Mr. Abasi said, walking through several gates beside Kim.

Kim looked up at him in surprise. "Unable to investigate?" she asked.

"You mean unable to figure anything out from their investigation." Ron corrected, trying to keep up.

"I assure you that my English is quite fluent." Mr. Abasi said. "And I know what I mean, as you'll soon see." He guided them into a vault with a completely steel structure, and shelves along each wall that only had empty security deposit boxes on them, their locks torn open. In the middle of the floor was a small hole that looked as though something ripped through the dirt, concrete foundation, and steel floor of the vault. "As I was saying, they were unable to investigate."

"How would someone get in here through that, let alone get all of the stuff in here, out?" Ron asked, kneeling down to peek down the hole. "Hello!" he shouted, but not even an echo returned.

"Robotic arm?" Kim asked, activating the scanner on her wrist Kimmunicator. "Or some kind of burrowing machine?"

"That is why I called you, Ms. Possible. This vault is vacuum sealed when it is closed. Only some kind of machine could survive in here." Mr. Abasi said.

"What about the oxygen from the tunnel?" Kim asked.

"Impossible. It would take hours for the vault to fill to a level that is breathable for people, and our alarms would have sounded well before that time. The vibrations of a drilling machine too, would have alerted us."

"I can't even fit my head through here..." Ron commented, trying to do just that to the tunnel.

"Any idea where the tunnel goes, Mr. Abasi?" Kim asked, looking at the readings on her Kimmunicator.

"Somewhere under the city, I presume. We have sent fiber optic cables through, but never reached the end, and we saw nothing."

"Not to worry!" Ron grinned, snapping his fingers. "Got your answer in the pocket." Rufus poked his head out of Ron's pants pocket and yawned, looking up at Mr. Abasi with sleepy eyes.

The tall business man grimaced in disgust. "Why do you keep a pest in your pocket?" he asked.

"Rufus isn't a pest!" Ron said defensively. "He's family. Not to mention a hero!" he added as Rufus pumped his hands in the air. "And if you want our help, maybe you should apologize."

"Ron..." Kim whispered, sensing tension forming between Ron and Mr. Abasi.

"I will not." Mr. Abasi said. "It would be like you Americans befriending a cockroach!"

Before Ron could retort and further embarrass them both with the truth of that issue, Kim spoke up. "Let's just find the stolen merchandise and get home. I've got a psych paper due tomorrow and a cheer routine to prepare for the squad."

Ron reluctantly fell silent, setting Rufus on the floor. "Okay buddy; go in, find the stash, and get out so we can close this one up fast." he instructed and Rufus nodded in understanding. "Oh, and take the Lotus Blade too. Just in case." he added, fishing a pocket knife out of his pocket and handing it to Rufus. Strapping the tiny knife onto his back with a pair of elastic bands that Ron fished out of his red jacket, Rufus dived down into the hole and into the darkness.

"I'll call up Wade and see what he can do on his end." Kim said. "Don't worry, Mr. Abasi. This shouldn't take long."


Twenty miles outside of Nairobi, Underground;

"We need more food if we are to expand any further."

The squeaky voice came from several feet below Chester as he worked on his contraption. He sighed, placing his light amplification goggles up into his filthy black mop of hair. He rubbed his tired eyes, replaced his goggles, and looked down at the crowd of clothed, tiny naked mole rats that were glaring up at him expectantly, they and their environment bathed in the green digital glow of his goggles.

"I taught you how to farm your own potatoes, what else do you want?" he snapped, looking out into the sparkles of light in the immense cavern. He waved an arm out toward the almost human-like city that pervaded the space. It held an assortment of manufactured items from the human city above in order to improvise conveniences for the mole rats below. "You have the largest and most advanced burrow in the world! I even brought you to the top of the evolutionary ladder, and you still want more?" he asked in irritation, the effects of fatigue beginning to take it's toll. "Know your place, Your Majesty, or I can take it back as easily as I gave it to you."

The bloated Queen shied away for a moment. Despite being twice the size of the soldier caste mole rats surrounding her, she was still no bigger than Chester's shoe. In African accented English, the Queen turned back in an effort to save face amongst her subjects. "You need more supplies from the surface. We need more food for my young."

Chester's machine was nearly complete and he slapped a rubber gloved hand against his face in impatient frustration. "Fine. You'll have your food. Maybe a bit of variety in your diet will satisfy you a bit more than tubers." he growled, taking in his project.

A grin began spreading across his face as the light from the underground city glinted across the surface of the thirty foot sphere he had spent the last two years constructing. The giant Roflax would be his key to world domination. It would have the power to grow every insect in the world to monstrous proportions and bring them all under his control. And once he strapped himself into it, he would be unstoppable.

As the Queen slunk away with her guards, another naked mole rat looked on from the roof of a tower made up of several human products that had been bound together with clay, elastic bands, and string. She should have been working to continue expanding the colony, but her interest in serving this Yapsby man and a gluttonous Queen that continuously sent her workers to steal from the humans was waning.

They were stealing jewels, electricity, food, and supplies from the surface in order to make themselves more human, though she supposed to complain would be hypocritical considering the denim pants and red short sleeved sweater she wore with brown plastic shoes. An ensemble she had taken from a human child's doll house during one of her lone escapades into the city.

Her independence however, had gotten her in trouble with the Queen's subjects many times and was certainly frowned upon by the rest of the colony. Still, she thought as she stood, she couldn't fight her instinct to protect the colony that she was a part of, and she began climbing down the vertical tower toward the Queen.

The naked mole rat Queen waddled through the city her colony had built, breathing heavily as she and her entourage crossed a bridge that had been built over a stream of fresh water supplying her city. A shadow blocked out the dim lighting of the city for a moment before another mole rat tumbled to a stop at the end of the bridge in front of the Queen. Instantly, her guards crossed their spears to block the smaller mole rat's path and growled.

"Your majesty."

"Eldora!" the Queen squeaked, nearly falling backward. "Why aren't you working?"

Eldora rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. Ever since their accelerated evolution had brought about what the Yapsby man called human level sentience, the mole rat hierarchy had begun to break down. The odd member of the colony had begun to stand up and question both the Queen, and her lack of assertiveness against Yapsby. Those mole rats had been shunned and exiled, just as would have been done before out of instinct. But now, those 'traditions' seemed barbaric, at least to Eldora.

"I was scouting, Your Majesty. If we're going to continue expanding, we're going to eventually run into the Mamba burrows." Eldora informed the Queen.

The Queen let out an indignant snort and shook her head. "Then that will save us a lot of work if we connect to their burrows, won't it?"

"But mother..."

"The Mambas no longer rule the savannah, Eldora. Much like the humans have, we will conquer the other species here and dominate that which used to make us their prey." the Queen interrupted. "Now please, either go and work or do your scouting for more food and space." she continued, gesturing for her guards to continue.

The guards pushed past Eldora; standing a full head taller than her, and continued escorting the Queen to her chamber. Eldora growled silently, the stone like feeling in her stomach growing heavier with the impression that nothing good was going to come out of this deal with the Yapsby man.