Authors notes: Except for "Does she have you chipped?", all the questions that Judge White asked Ron are from real lists of questions found on the Internet to help determine abuse in a relationship. I always thought that there should have been repercussions from Kim beating on Ron in "Emotion Sickness". My thanks to CajunBear73, Sentinel103 and daccu65 for your reviews and PMs. They have helped me solidify what I want to happen. Also thanks to my daughter Mel, without her writing guidance, this story would be written like a Will Du mission summary.


'This was going to be easy' thought Crewman First Class Warpig who was manning the tractor beam console. 'The target is out in the open, just staring up at our beacon'. Manipulating the controls, he locked on to Drakken and started a slow extraction. He liked slow extractions the best because it was fun to see how high the person was lifted before they actually noticed they weren't on the ground and started to panic. Two minutes later, he signaled to Number 3 that "we have one blue prisoner in the can". The ship took off for its next pickup, not noticing nor caring about the dark haired woman left behind.


Ron stopped by the bathroom to check his robe and tie in the mirror. Rufus was with his parents and Hana so he was stuck trying to make sure his tie was straight by himself. The room was empty, everyone else was already milling around outside waiting to line up.

"Ronald Stoppable" a semitransparent image of Master Sensei floated in the mirror.

"Whoa! Sensei!" said a startled Ron, "Wait, this can't be good news, you never appear for good news or to just say hi or tell me how to save 15% on my…"

"Ronald" interrupted Master Sensei. "There are signs of great conflict on the horizon. You will soon face your greatest challenge"

"I know, tell me about it, Hey! Do you know anything about long distance relationships? This mystical communication stuff you do - are there long distance charges?"

"Remember that you have an ancient mystical power at your call."

"Yeah, well I couldn't find the place on the college admission forms for listing intermittent ancient mystical power. So that isn't helping me a lot. I might have the power, but I don't have the matching mystical skills to use it."

"Your mystical skills will bloom in adversity."

"Is this ninja gardening tips? Adversity is a piece of cake, the future is what scares me."

"Have a strong heart Ronald Stoppable, you are ready for the future." Sensei said as his image faded out.

"Not sure I am ready ready, but maybe ready enough for tonight", muttered Ron as he left to join the crowd of seniors.

Sensei rose from his meditation and making sure he was alone, went to his laptop and accessed his secure comms app. Clicking on "Gen. Lee Chinese Nuclear Forces (work)" in his address book, his call was answered immediately.

"Sensei! I have been waiting for your call. I have been unable to reach any of the North American Illuminati Masters. Do you have any resources in North America ready to help resist the invaders? Satellites have shown multiple alien craft landing in North America - concentrated in central United States. At least they were, something is taking out the geosynchronous satellites that give us the clearest pictures."

"General Lee, the Chosen One is ready, although he might not think so."

"He? He? Sensei, we all know that the real Chosen One is a girl. You can't mean that young fool who stumbled into the power by mistake? I thought that Yamanouchi was going to correct that mistake! Are you willing to let decades of breeding and selection go to waste?"

"As the great Western Philosopher George Michael has said, 'Some mistakes are built to last'. At first we were concerned that removing the Mystical Monkey Power to transfer it to the true Chosen One would cause the death of the young man who currently holds it."

"I am NOT seeing a problem Sensei. Or do you still insist that no woman could ever be worthy of being the Chosen One? Must I remind you of great warriors like Hua Mulan?"

"No General, I have accepted that a woman could be worthy of being the chosen one. But now it appears that the chance of both of them dying in an attempted power transfer is great. With the original jade statues destroyed, we fear that the Mystical Monkey Power could be lost forever if the transfer fails. To paraphrase the Americans, sometimes you go to war with the Chosen One you have, not the Chosen One you might wish you had. I also have not been able to reach any American Illuminati Masters"

"Sensei, I believe our best strategy given our lack of communication is to allow the Americans to fight ground forces as best they can and we will cover their backs in space the best that we can. At least until the attacks spread to other continents. We have been monitoring three craft in orbit. One, a small craft, began a descent 30 minutes ago. The other two, much larger, are in a stable, low orbit. We are moving stealth hunter-killer spy satellites to gather more information on those two as we speak."


Ron was looking at the graduation banner at the stadium entrance when he felt a familiar presence come up beside him.

"Hi Ron", said Kim, "Rufus showed me a video of you playing with Hana at Bearymore's tonight."

"Yeah, the little intruder is beyond adorable."

"Ron listen, we need to talk…", said Kim, pulling Ron to turn him toward her.

"I figured this was coming", said Ron giving the back of his neck a rub. Then pulling himself together, he dropped his hand and standing up straight, looked directly in her eyes. "That's OK KP, I know you are the falcon turning in the widening gyre, going to the heights where you can't hear the falconer."

"Ron! No! What? Wait! What are you talking about?"

"Look Kim, I'm stuck here, you are headed for the stars. I don't want to hold you back, so I'm OK with whatever happens."

Kim realized that she had spoken the four words a girl must never, ever say to her guy. Putting her hand on his cheek, she started to say "Ron, That's not…"

"OK Seniors!", interrupted Barkin's voice blasting on the PA system, "Line up, NOW!"

Separated by the moving crowd, Kim thought to herself, "OK, this has got to stop. After graduation is over I WILL hunt him down, drag his butt out to dinner with the family and THEN we are going to barricade ourselves in his tree house and talk!"


Warpig studied the monitors showing the gathering below. "Number 3, I have the girl in sight, she is sitting in a large group. Going to be hard to grab just her."

"Wait for her to go to the large platform and begin speaking. That will be easier and more humiliating."

Warpig watched and sure enough, the girl soon got up and walked up to the platform and up on it. Standing behind a podium, she began to speak. Grinning, Warpig locked on to her and began lifting her up.

Kim, surprised when her cap lifted off her head, stopped speaking and looked up to see a green light shining down on her.

"KP!" Ron ran up and leapt up grabbing for her hand as she was pulled up into the night sky. He missed, but she didn't, instinctively grabbing his wrist with a grip of steel. The same grip that allowed her to pull both of them up a cliff with one of her hands holding onto Ron and the other holding onto the grappling gun.

"Ron!", Kim's mind was racing for a plan and coming up empty. She looked out from the stadium and saw multiple four legged craft landing and stomping around Middleton. 'Oh no!', she thought. She looked down at Ron, saying, "Guard the Han. Save the world. I love you.". Then she released her grip.

"NO!", screamed Ron, falling back to the ground. "No", he whispered, tears forming in his eyes. The green light disappeared and the alien craft lifted into the night sky. "No", he growled, a faint blue glow flickering over him. "You are my world"


James Possible, Ron, Jim and Tim along with Wade were in a dark chemistry lab looking at Wade's laptop. "Any sign of her?" said Ron.

"I've been able to access Jim and Tim's satellite. The spacecraft that grabbed Kim is back in orbit along with two other spacecraft", Wade replied. "I'm seeing reports of landings all over Middleton. The landers seem to be going after power lines first, power is down over most of the state and beyond. Our section of the Internet seems isolated, I can't get to any sites more than 500 miles away."

Ron, feeling more than useless, walked to the window to look at the sky.

"Boys, Wade's laptop only has another hour on battery - go get the power back on for the school." James instructed Jim and Tim.

"How do we…" said Jim.

"Do that?" said Tim.

"Be creative and don't sweat the laws - of man or physics. Tell your grandmother that we need to see her immediately please." replied James.

"Yes sir!" the two chorused as they ran off.

Wade announced that he was seeing chatter from three Air National Guard A-10C fighter squadrons. "I don't have the comms keys to hear what they are saying, but signal strength suggests that one is pretty close".

James heard an odd noise and turned to see Ron holding his hands out and making 'tch' noises? Turning back to Wade, he began to think that it was going to be totally up to them. Maybe they could take the new experimental Kepler space plane and do something? He was a scientist, surely he could make a weapon out of anything…

"If Kim is lost in the stars… I'm finding her! I'm going to need a rocket!" Ron exclaimed, turning back from looking out at the night sky.

'The Kepler it is,' James thought. He turned to Ron and said, "Ron, go get your scooter and meet me back here, Your scooter has the best chance of getting past the landers and to the space center. We have a rocket that can be made ready in a couple of hours."

"Be back in 15, Mr Dr P!" Ron raced for the door.

"Son, you wanted to see me?" said an elderly gray haired woman.

"Wade, go get a soda and be gone for 10 minutes", a grim faced James told Wade.

"But…"

"Wade, I'm Kim's 'Nana'.", the elderly woman said, walking over to Wade. "I'm sure you've heard of me." The elderly woman gripped Wade's shoulder with surprising force. "If you don't want to see an up close demonstration of Striking Dragon Fist, you need to go get a soda, dear." Giving Wade a kindly smile, she asked, "And dear, please bring back something brown, diet and with caffeine for this thirsty old woman".

"Uh OK. Back in 10 minutes then", said a shaken Wade as he made for the door.

"Mom", said James quietly, "they took my baby girl", taking comfort in his mother's arms like he was a young boy again.

"I know son" replied Nana, "But she was literally born for this."

"God, if only I hadn't made her go visit Larry with the family that night…"

"Son, listen to me, Kim might not have the mystical power of the ancients, but she has the power of her ancestor's genetic legacy. Now get a grip, give me your key and let's see if we can find out what the masters are doing."

Nana took a metal rectangle from James, put it together with one she produced and plugged it into a USB port on Wade's laptop. The laptop screen blanked and then came back on. A small icon of a pyramid with an eye in the top appeared on the screen.

James clicked on it, entered a password and stepped back to let Nana enter her password. The words 'searching for connection' scrolled across the status bar. He reached in a pocket and handed Nana a blue tooth ear piece. "Mom, I'm going with Ron. I expect to be at the alien ship in three hours, four tops."

"OK", the elderly woman replied, "You know that I would be going if I thought these old bones could take the G-forces.".

"I know Mom", replied James, giving his mother a kiss on the cheek and heading for the door.

"And son?"

"Yes Mom?"

"Kill them all."

Wade passed a running James in the hall. He peeked into the chemistry lab and saw Mrs Possible sitting in front of his laptop watching the screen. He knocked on the door frame and called out "Mrs Possible? OK for me to come in now?"

"Yes it is. And call me Nana, dear". Just then the lights in the room blinked to life along with the hum of the schools air conditioning system.

Nana took the offered soda as she got up to let Wade sit at his laptop. "Keep doing your magic, dear. Information is critical. Oh, James and I have a communications app running. Don't look at that app, don't look at any computer logs or network connection status information if you value your life.", Nana said, popping the top of the soda and taking a sip.

"Uh, OK Mrs Possible, er, Nana" said Wade.

"Dear, are you able to track Kim and Ron's location from here?".

"Nana! Using micro-chip trackers would be uneth…"

"Wade, be careful, you are about to tell me a lie and you don't lie very well because you are a nice, honest young man.", Nana interrupted, "Ann put nano technology based trackers in you and all her children and you know how to access them because you designed the technology. Let me think… There is a small core circuit with inch long nano-tech filaments to generate power from skin movement and to act as antennas. The core circuit self assembles from injectable components and grows the filaments over time. An MRI will fry the filaments, but they will regrow in a day or so. Sound familiar?"

"I'm chipped?", wailed Wade. "But how… Oh my gosh, it was the flu shots Mrs Dr P personally made sure I got every year! And I gave her a tracking transceiver! I am such an idiot! Why didn't she ask me? Or at least tell me!"

"Dear, get a grip. Ann loves her children and wants to do everything she can to keep them safe. And she apparently includes you as extended family. Now does Kim know she has a tracker?"

"I don't think so, but she knows Ron has a tracker.", said Wade.

"So Ron knows that he has a tracker?", Nana pressed.

"Uh, I don't think he knows", Wade sheepishly admitted.

"Seems to me that Team Possible needs to work on its openness. NOW FOCUS DEAR", Nana gave Wade a little shake, "Can you track Kim and Ron in orbit?"

Wade thought a minute. "No. The tracker only responds to queries it can verify. That way, it can't be used by villains. If the tracker is above 50,000 feet in altitude, the tracker should believe that it is being spoofed and go into hibernate mode for 15 minutes before checking again. So, they can't be tracked in orbit and not for up to 15 minutes if they get back down to the ground."

Ron and James zipped down the streets of Middleton dodging landers who were walking around seemingly causing random destruction. "Dr P?" shouted Ron, "They seem to be ignoring us!".

"It's their targeting algorithm, Ronald", James replied, "Our speed and mass are falling between a person on foot and a car or truck, So we are uninteresting, like a cow."

"NOOOOO!", cried Ron, as a lander crushed his beloved fast food restaurant, "Not the Bueno Nacho! Why is it never the Cow and Chow!"

They were approaching the main gates of the Space Center when a lander stepped right in front of them, too close for Ron to dodge the leg. Picking themselves up from the wrecked scooter, they made a dash for the space center gates. At the gates, they scanned the area. The main launch pad, gantry and the massive assembly building was wrecked and burning.

"Ronald", said James, turning Ron towards a low two story building with no windows off to the side. "The Kepler doesn't use the launch pad. It's in that building." Slipping through a torn area in the fence, they were immediately surrounded by the four legs of a lander. Visible glowing energy beams forming bars appeared between the legs, trapping them.

James picked up a metal bar and experimentally touched a beam. The bar immediately glowed red, causing James to exclaim "Great garden party! That's hot!", drop the bar and start blowing on his fingers.

"I recognize that glow!", Ron exclaimed, pointing to a green glowing hand on the other side of the glowing bars. "Wait, is this a good thing or a bad thing?"

Shego sliced through the lander's leg and fired a ball of plasma into the body of the lander. The plasma burned through the casing and the lander exploded. James found himself in Ron's arms zipping out from under the falling lander.

"You wore rocket skates to the graduation Ronald?", said James looking down at Ron's footwear.

"Yeah, well, you never know, you know?" replied Ron.

"OK, so where's Ms Priss?", said Shego, walking up to them.

Ron and James pointed up.

"Great, I need her to rescue Dr D" said Shego.

"Where's Drakken?", asked Ron

"See previous", said Shego, pointing up.

"Shego, can you fly multi-engine jet aircraft?", asked James

"Sure Doc, why?"

"We have a ride" said James pointing to the low building.

Using the trees and out buildings for cover, the three managed to get into the Kepler building without incident. James quickly got Ron and Shego suited up.

"These lightweight suits aren't armored against micrometeorites like the EVA suits, but are much easier to move around in. The attached jet packs are controlled by the wrist controls. To steer, just twist your body." James quickly briefed them on their personal equipment while automated systems fueled the rocket plane. While Ron was sent to fetch two spare vacuum suits, James quietly briefed Shego on one nonstandard feature.

"This is the self destruct control.", James said, handing her a small remote control.

"Whoa Doc, you expect me to blow this thing up? I think that more along the buffoon's job description."

James glared at Shego, "His name is Ronald."

"Yeah, yeah, his name is Ron. So why isn't he carrying this?"

"Shego, they took my baby girl. If none of you get to come home, then the aliens don't get to go home. I've disabled all the safeties and reconfigured the ion flow tubing so that the Kepler's fusion plant can be forced to explode with about 15 kilotons of force."

"I've never killed anyone." Said Shego quietly.

"Shego, you are tougher than I am, a better fighter and a better pilot. But if you can't do this, then I need that suit."

She took the control and slid it into a thigh pouch. "Ok Doc. But we are all coming home."

"Got the suits!" Ron stashed then into a storage compartment in the back of the tiny cabin.

"Ok", James said in a falsely cheerful voice, "The Kepler will be fueled and charged in 30 minutes, now is the time if you need to go to the bathroom".


"Number 3", Warmonga spoke into the ship's intercom. "Put the assault simulations on the main screens up here, set them for 4 days after the full assault starts and play the simulations at real time speed." Pressing another button she spoke, "Security, bring the prisoners to the Observation Command Deck"

Presently Drakken, floating in anti-gravity hand and leg cuffs was pushed in by a snarling Lowardian. A short time later, a second Lowardian pushed in Kim Possible locked in the same cuffs.

"Well, well, even in captivity it is a delight to see the Kim Possible helpless" Drakken gloated.

"Drakken?", wondered Kim Possible aloud.

"Warhawk, this is the false blue who lied to me and the girl who beat me.", Warmonga introduced them with a sneer. "You will pay".

"Your entire planet already pays.", said Warhawk pointing to the various screens. "Victory is ours, my princess."

Kim and Drakken stared at the screens, Kim in shock and Drakken in puzzlement.

"I feel confident we have set a new record in bringing a planet to its knees.", gloated Warmonga. "Security! Take the prisoners back to the holding cell."

Back in the holding cell, Kim and Drakken are alone and still bound with arm and leg cuffs.

"Finally, now they have left us alone, good" says Kim.

"What's good about it?", replies Drakken.

"They think we are trapped down here."

"And aren't we trapped down here?".

"Not for long."

"Oh, that's right!", exclaimed Drakken. "That pink rat thing or the buffoon will be along any time now to set us free!"

"Not going to happen", said Kim, "I told Ron to guard Hana and protect the world, we are on our own."

"I call bull buttons on that", said Drakken. "The boy takes a bullet for you and you think he will just sit around on the planet while you are up here?"

"Besides, how is Ron supposed to get up here?", Kim continued, "Wait, what? Ron took a bullet for me? When?"

Intent on their discussion, neither noticed the swoosh of an opening door behind them.

"Oh how sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless partner", Drakken quoted, "You remember, the mission before you messed up my super high pollinator mutation scheme?" A small vine popped out of Drakken's collar and appeared to nod for emphasis. "Now I'm probably going to have to go beg DNAmy to get un-mutated and…"

"The mission to recover the PDVI?" interrupted Kim, as the vine stiffened in dismay at hearing "un-mutated".

"Yes, that one. The one where he leaps, pushes you to the side and gets grazed in the side or maybe the bullet shattered his comms thingy, there were pieces of plastic int the wound. Granted, it's not as heroic as getting mortally wounded while saving you and to be fair, I think it was really a case of pushing you out of the way but failing to move his own butt…"

"How do you know all this? Were you and Shego there?" Kim interrupted again.

"For your information, I was in the lair baking cookies when all this happened. It was later that Shego and I popped popcorn and watched the recorded video from the lair camera. Besides, you know that you can't use firearms in my lairs."

Kim, with rising feelings of guilt and self-reproach thought, 'How could everybody except me know about this? Judge White knew, heck even the freakin' villains know about it. Not only did I not know, I didn't even check with Ron to see what happened. And he was probably trying to tell me, but I cut him off telling him that I'd talk to him later. Which I never did. What is wrong with me?'

"…addy has a space center…" Kim realized that Drakken had been talking.

"Sorry, say that again please", asked Kim.

"I was saying as for how he can get up here to rescue us, doesn't your daddy have a space center, with rockets and such?", repeated Drakken.

"Don't you think that the Lowardians have already destroyed everything that could reach orbit? Didn't you see the displays? Besides, I think I broke up with Ron.", wailed Kim, close to tears.

"You broke up with the buffoon?", Drakken said, surprised. Groaning because their breakup just cost him and Shego several million dollars, he decided to grieve later, now was the time to save his own blue butt. Drawing on the conversations he had with the teen psychologist he hired in the Little Diablo plot, he said in his best attempt at a sympathetic voice, "Well, Kimberly just because you've been friends forever is no guarantee that you will, or even should, end up romantically in love with him." Drakken started to really get into the 'relationship doctor' thing. "After all Kimberly, you are not a vending machine where anyone can put in affection and friendship to make you automatically dispense love for them. Although this will partially invalidate the meme about change your name to Ron and get a pet rat…"

"I didn't mean to break up! I just said that 'we need to talk'", wailed Kim.

Hearty feminine laughter rang out behind the two prisoners. Warmonga walked around to Kim's side. "Cruel girl, that is the code phrase for 'I want to dissolve our relationship' on every planet where the inhabitants have the ability to speak. Still perhaps it was a mercy to break his heart now instead of later if he survives and hears about your defeat.". Laughing, Warmonga left the room and they heard her laughter receding until the door whooshed shut. Kim sobbed while Drakken laughed with delight, after all, the buffoon probably didn't understand what Kim had said, do their bet might still be won.


"No countdown Doc?" Shego's voice came from a speaker on the launch console.

"That's just a gimmick to build tension for when you have guests to impress, Shego.", replied James. "But for you, sure. Ten… Nine… Eight… Seven… Six… Five…" and then James pressed the button. 'God's speed and good luck', he thought as the Kepler roared off the launch tracks, missing the opening doors by inches. Five minutes later, the Kepler automatically bounced a message to Yamanouchi using low orbiting satellite carrying student experiments.


Nana sat beside Wade and admired his focus. 'He has totally forgotten I'm here', she thought as she watched his hands dance on the keyboard and his eyes scan two monitors plus his laptop screen. Her ear piece beeped and she quietly got up and walked into the hallway, closing the door behind her. "Yes James?" she said.

"Mom, they are off."

"I should have gone instead of Shego, I'm a better pilot, better fighter and smarter."

"Mom, we discussed this, your body can't take the punishment like these youngsters can."

"Yes I know, it's hard sometimes getting old and it hurts to send children into danger instead of going yourself."

"They aren't children anymore, Mom."

"So Kim isn't your baby girl?"

"That's different!"

"You going to remain at the space center, son?"

"Yeah, I have a channel to the Kepler and if worse comes to worse, I might be able to remotely pilot it."

"Let me know the instant you hear anything, love you son. Nana out".

James adjusted his chair, it could be a long night. Or a short one if the landers decided to target this building.

Nana walked down the hallway to the vending area and grabbed a cold soda for Wade. Walking back to the chem lab, she sat the fresh, cold soda down next to Wade and started working on pressure points in his shoulders and neck.

"Thanks Nana, that feels great.", Wade said. "Nana?"

"Yes dear?"

"How do you get tougher?"

"Tougher how?"

"I send Kim and Ron out on missions and then have to wait to see if they succeed, see if they need a normal pickup, maybe they need medical evacuation and, and, and sometimes I wake up crying because I dreamed that I had to call their parents to tell them that they aren't coming home."

Nana bent over and hugged Wade from behind. "Dear, I have those dreams, but in my case, I sometimes dream about the calls I really did make, the letters I really had to write. I'll give your mom some names of counselors with the right background for you to talk to. For me, I would start the mission thinking that some day, my team could fail and people could die and then tell myself that this is not that day and work my hardest to make sure it wasn't."

"Just like Aragorn?"

Nana gave him a squeeze and laughing said, "Yes dear, just like Aragorn."


Sensei looked at the various windows on the comms screen. Masters from all the continents were represented, although North America participation was light. Discussion on how to take advantage of the Lowardian attack had been long and spirited with no clear strategy agreed on. Currently there was a pause while the Illuminati Technology Department ran probability simulations on various proposals. The group seemed to be less concerned about the immediate problem of the ongoing assault on North America than the long game concerns over public political opinion, stock markets, effect on religious organizations, etc.

Sensei's perusal of the various plans was interrupted by an incoming text message:

Ron Stoppable, Rufus, Shego on route to Lowardian command ship.
Using space plane out of Middleton.
ETA 25 minutes.
Authenticated: N Possible

Tapping on an icon enlarged General Lee's window and signaled the general asking for a private chat. The general accepted and complained, "Sensei, these fools do not understand that there is a time where you must stop refining odds and dreaming up new and clever options and just roll the dice."

"Agreed general, in this case, the dice may be rolling while the players are arguing the rules and not watching the table.", Sensei replied, holding up an empty, velvet lined display case suitable for a wakizashi. (The shorter of a pair of samurai swords)

"The boy has called for the lotus blade then?" asked the general.

"Apparently so. I have also received a message indicating that the Chosen One along with with two others will be at the command ship in 25 minutes."

The general looked at another screen, there was a short period of furious typing and returning he said, "In 40 minutes, the two large ships, which we believe to be loaded with landers, will be over the Atlantic. At that time, two hunter/killer spy satellites will malfunction, crash into those ships and explode. Of course, the peaceful and treaty abiding People's Republic of China will be unable to take credit, since we do not have anything like that. Still, it might provide a fortuitous distraction."

"How big an explosion?"

"25 megatons"

"A most impressive distraction, General. EMP effects?"

"We are recording the location of ocean liners to send to Portuguese and Spanish navel forces for assistance. Fortunately, because of the landers have disrupted air travel, no commercial airlines will be flying in the affected area at that time."

"General, I have to make an appearance around the school. Take care old friend"

"Sensei, I think I will follow your example and be someplace very public in 30 minutes.


"Incoming small craft!", announced the sensor operator, "No heavy weapons detected, appears to be a small personnel shuttle. Good stealth against radar, switching to LiDAR for main display."

"Watch and see the power of knowing your opponent." said Number 3 to the rest of the bridge crew. "Open the port bay and release the bags!"

The crew in the Battle Command Center watched the short range LiDAR display intently as there was a lot of betting on what was about to happen. Number 3 had spent hours watching broadcast "movies" from earth for weeks now. Instead of the usual "try for a disabling shot and pull in with tractor beam" strategy, Number 3 claimed that if they pretended to be dumping trash out of the open bay door, a small enemy craft would land in the bay thinking that they were sneaking undetected into a trash handling system. This would let them capture the craft undamaged. None of the crew could imagine any Lowardian ship generating that much trash.

Part of the crew groaned while another part cheered as the shuttle zipped into the open bay. "Secure the port bay doors!" commanded Number 3. "Second Watch!, I need four volunteers to go greet our visitors!" Number 3 leaned back smugly in his command chair as money changed hands around him.


Drakken looked at Kim who had shrunk in on her self in misery. "Kim! Kim girl! Come on, talk to me!" Looking at his arm cuffs, he saw that they didn't meet together perfectly where they locked together. He focused on imagining how a tree root can split a bolder if the root grows into a crack. The vine grew down in front of him and ran around the cuffs. 'Come on! Grow into the crack!' he thought. The vine got thicker and then the cuffs fell to the floor. "Ha!" he chortled, "Do the leg cuffs now!" Freed, he briefly considered trying to save the day while towing a restrained Kim Possible around, but decided that would be foolish. He walked over to her said softly, in his best attempt at an understanding and sympathetic voice, "Kim, you know that your sidekick loves you. If you talk to him and listen to him, you can work this out. We just have to get out of here and find him. OK?"

Kim opened her eyes and said "Who are you and what did you do with Dr. Drakken?"

Drakken rolled his eyes and griped, "Lippy teens! I was just trying to help!"

"Then get me out of these cuffs. We've got Lowardian butt to kick!"

They felt something hit the ship and Drakken brightened. "I bet that is our ride now!"

Kim looked skeptical, "Remember the displays? That entire side of Middleton was destroyed."

"Kimberly, those were probably simulations of the invasion days from now. Didn't you see the photographic displays? They showed total cloud cover over Middleton. The current weather in Middleton is clear skies with a cold front moving into the area in about 3-4 days from now."

Kim's cuffs hit the floor. "Drakken, lets go find out."


PS Seriously, Google the phrase "change your name to Ron and get a pet rat" (Thanks daccu65) While you are at it, Google "Aragorn this is not that day speech".