"Thanks for the ride, Mr. Lewinski!"

Kim shouted across the roar of the speedboat crashing through the Pacific Ocean in the middle of the night. Mr. Lewinski, the driver, was a man in his 30s, with light red-brown hair, a long face, glasses, blue eyes and pale skin. He smiled at the appreciation.

"No, problem Ms. Possible! After the way you saved my boat from that tidal wave, it's the least I can do!"

"It was nothing! Out-driving through those waves was easy! All you had to do was replace the engine's combustion fuel in time before the waves hit."

"Yeah, easy! Totally." Ron commented nonchalantly, as if to imply he was important in the rescue, too.

Kim rolled her eyes. She knew better than to believe Ron wasn't afraid of that mission. Especially since he fell out of the boat when they were trying to escape.

Kim clicked on her Kimmunicator.

"Are we close?" she asked Wade.

"Just a few more…huh…that's weird…"

"What??" Kim asked frantically. She continued the feel the rush of wind against her cheeks as the boat sped on.

"The signal is getting weaker…like there's something blocking it."

"Kim…" Ron asked.

"One minute, Ron. What do you think could be blocking it?"

Kim noticed the rush of wind was less than it was a second ago.

"I don't know. I doubt the source of the signal moved, but maybe Ace is giving off some kind of anti-signal, to block the one I'm attempting to trace."

"Um, Kim?"

"Ron, hold on. Well, what kind of signal? And why now? Do you think she knows we're coming?" The rush had stopped almost completely.

"KIM!"

The boat slowed down as Kim looked up from her Kimmunicator. Her eyes went wide. Her jaw dropped.

In front of the boat that had eventually stopped, was an island.

The large, diverse landmass was surrounded by dozens and dozens of tall, skinny grey poles taller than anything on the island. On the top of each pole seemed to be some kind of weapon. Behind the beaches there was some kind of tropical forest on the left side of the island, and three tall mountains within the forest. A port was on the left end side of the island, next to the forest. Faintly, the three boat passengers could see a flag, embroidered with a strange symbol by the ports. Thick trees, lined in a perfect straight line, surrounded the island behind the beaches, and so it slightly camouflaged the right side of the island, where civilization seemed to prosper. Kim and Ron could see dozens of buildings; some tall business-like buildings, and other small buildings, perhaps houses. Above the entire island was something that resembled a kind of hovering molecular cloud. And, surrounding the entire island and hovering cloud was a large, dome shaped, deep purple force field. Nobody could believe their eyes. It was the most unrealistic thing they have ever seen. It gave a type of magical sense, to see the mystical landmass surrounded by the large, color-swirling energy barrier. It was impossible to believe, though it stood in front of their very eyes.

"I guess we know what was blocking Wade's signal." Ron guessed.

The boat was nearly inches away from the very edge of the force field. Mr. Lewinski gulped.

"Wade—are you getting this?" Kim asked.

"Some kind of force field, definitely. And I can't tell what that thing above the island is—the force field is blocking my interference."

"Well, what do you make of it?"

"Tough to get through—I doubt it's impossible. You could probably do it."

"So…how are we gonna get through this one, again?" Ron asked.

Kim was ready for the challenge. She took out her scuba diving equipment out from a sack, and tossed Ron his own suit, and Rufus' little scuba ball.

"We try going under it." Kim said.

Once all geared up, Kim and Ron jumped into the water in unison. Once she let the bubbles clear away, she was able to clearly see the ocean through her mask.

Kim froze.

Surrounding the two, nearly every foot was a sea mine. There were thousands of them.

Thousands.

Ron, frightened, tapped Kim on her shoulder. She exchanged a glance with him. She wasn't giving up now. She'd go through with this. She was Kim Possible, for Pete's sake. She could do anything.

Kim was about to lead the way through the mine field when she heard a strange noise. It was a muffled sound…a speaking. Maybe Mr. Lewinski was trying to communicate with her?

She put her head above water, followed by Ron. It wasn't Mr. Lewinski speaking. But someone was. It was quite loud, even through the scuba helmets.

"State your purpose." It had said.

Kim and Ron took off their helmets.

"Huh?" Ron asked. Rufus echoed his own little "huh?"

"Where'd that come from?" Kim asked herself.

Kim looked through the force field. Had it come from the island?

About a minute had passed before the voice was heard again:

"State your purpose."

"I think it's coming from the island!" Kim said, after tapping Ron on the shoulder and pointing to the island.

"But from where?" he replied.

"Must be some kind of loudspeaker."

"Which means they know we're here." Ron finished Kim's thought.

"Well, no need to try and sneak through now." He said, attempting to slide his leg over the edge of the boat, throwing his helmet into it. Kim followed.

"You think they'll let us in?" he inquired Kim.

She almost chuckled. Why would the villain allow their foe to enter their lair?

"Actually, I think we should answer first, if anything." Ron mumbled.

The hero and sidekick looked at each other in tongue-tied silence.

"Um…." Kim tried.

"STATE…YOU'RE…PURPOSE." The voice roared.

"Give it up, Ace! My name is Kim Possible. I have reason and proof to believe you're responsible for a series of bank robberies in England, and…" Kim paused, hoping for an answer before she ranted on.

Silence.

About a minute passed and still a continued silence.

"Well….that didn't work." Ron said.

"Apparently it would seem as if Ace isn't open to discussion." Kim pressed through her teeth.

Just then, a small opening in the force field appeared. Kim, Ron, and Mr. Lewinski looked at each other.

"Please enter." The voice said, louder now it escaped the field.

With hesitation, Mr. Lewinski was convinced by Kim Possible that it was okay for his wellbeing and privileges to enter through the opened field. The motor boat glided right through.

Not sure what to expect, and hoping not to hit any mines, Mr. Lewinski docked the boat on the port at the left side of the island. Kim and Ron got out onto the wooden deck. Kim turned to the man.

"We'll take it from here." She whispered.

Mr. Lewinski, without second thought creeped away back through the portal and faded into a mist that was slightly forming around them.

Kim and Ron walked down the deck. They looked up at the flag, which proudly waved the strange symbol. It looked like a cross between an alien symbol, and the Nazi or Communist symbol. There was a small, open rectangle. The bottom right point on the rectangle released a diagonal line going down and to the right. The end of that line released another line going straight to the left. Once that line ended, two short line segments, spaced apart, were drawn going up. Then, going back to the bottom point of the diagonal line, an opposite diagonal line was drawn up from that point, forming a 'V'. Finally, from the top point of that diagonal line, was a line segment going to the right. This was the symbol which was embroidered on the flag. The symbol was a thick black, and the background of the flag was white. Kim and Ron moved on.

Before one of them could break the eerie silence the island had, they were grabbed by unknown and unseen (thanks to the fog) hands.

"HEY! Let me GO!" Kim struggled. But the hands were too strong. They were gloved.

The hero and sidekick were pressed hard against hard, cold bodies. Rufus, popping out of Ron's pocket and realizing the situation, crawled up Ron's arm and attempted to bite the shoulder of the mysterious assaulter. The bite resulted in a 'clang' noise.

What the heck? Kim thought.

It would seem as if the two were being taken somewhere. Kim continued to struggle. The unknown attacker must have gotten annoyed with her lack of ability to sit still, because he forced a damp cloth to the teen's face.

Chloroform.

Kim went cold. The last thing she heard was Ron's voice, calling for her.

Ron knew not to struggle. He hardly ever did. He was calm in these situations, most of the time. He would usually go along with the villain's plans, get tied up, be raged to about another 'miraculous' plot, and eventually get saved. Always, he got saved. Kim sometimes got into trouble, but she'd always revive and save the day. Save him.

Why did it feel different this time?

Maybe it was the new territory. Yeah, that must have been it. And the new villain. The two weren't used to these tactics—they weren't traditional in the art of villainy. Ron reminded himself to mention this to Ace.

The strangers locked Ron and unconscious Kim in the back of some sort of vehicle.

No—not a vehicle. It was more like a…carriage.

Ron heard the clicker-clacker of hoofs in the front.

A horse-drawn carriage? Man, this Ace has got the villainy stuck in, what—the nineteenth century? Ron thought.

One of the men went through Kim and Ron's pockets and such. He only found one thing which was worth looking for—the Kimmunicator. He confiscated it.

No…scratch that. He threw it on the ground and stomped on it; smashed it.

The man had confiscated all of Kim's gadgets as well. Instead of being destroyed, they were put in his coat pocket.

'We're doomed' Ron thought.

Once Ron and Kim were placed in the carriage, the two strangers got in front. He figured this would normally be a good time to escape, however there were two problems.

Kim normally did that.

Kim was unconscious at the moment.

And oh yeah. There was a third, too.

He wasn't Kim.

"Um…excuse me…mysterious aggressor? Where are you taking us?"

"The main base." The deep, grumbling voice had said. It sounded serious, and mad…but, more like it was a natural thing for him. To be mad, that is.

Ron kept quiet, listening to the short conversations between the two men in the front. The man who had spoken simply answered the other in short, simple answers. The other was very talkative and cheerful sounding, compared to the other.

Something had occurred to Ron at that moment—he had never really seen the men's faces. Especially the cheerful one. He might have caught a glimpse at the serious one—Ron remembered recalling an odd face, hard to describe—the man might have been wearing something on his face to cover his appearances. Like a scarf, or something. Then he remembered something that was said to him a while back.

"Well…there were five of them, all male…I think. One I distinctly remember, as I thought to be their leader, had bandages wrapped all around his face, and wore these really strange goggles."

Was this that man?

Ron contemplated the possibility…the other he thought he caught more of a glimpse of. This one was very pale, and wore a hat, and glasses. He had a long, defined face….or so he thought. The fog was quite the camouflage.

Ron looked out the window of the locked carriage. He couldn't believe he'd been zoning out the past five minutes. He wished he hadn't now.

The island was amazing.

The carriage was traveling through a type of rainforest. Hundreds of trees surrounded them, despite the path. The leaves were dewy with beads of water, and dozens of colorful, abundant plants intertwining between each tree. He'd even thought he saw a chimpanzee fly from one tree to the next.

And strangely, he wasn't scared.

Oh, sure he'd seen dozens of rainforests before. I mean, he was Kim Possible's sidekick. Of course he traveled the world and saw almost everything there was to see. But…but this was different. There was something…mystical to it all. Or impossible….which was strange to think while crime fighting with a girl named Kim Possible.

Through the rainforest, once it cleared a bit, Ron saw a mountain just behind the trees, still following the path. And, just for only a second, when he looked beyond the mountain, he thought he'd seen…an open stretch of dry land—a desert.

Okay, now that was impossible. That was just geographically impossible. And Ronwasn't an Einstein in geography, but he would know something like that.

The carriage had entered into some kind of town. Ron viewed a marketplace, and small shops, small one-floored homes and cabins, and one or two small schoolhouses. The town was extremely quiet, but he had seen some people outside prowling in the night, doing who knows what.

'What kind of villain has a town on their island?' Ron contemplated.

The town disappeared after a few minutes behind them. The path came to a clearing. They were surrounded by the forest again, but in the very middle of the clearing was a tall building. The carriage stopped. The door was flung open. The hero and sidekick were grabbed.

"Um…can I ask a question?" Ron inquired.

"What?" The grumpy man snarled.

"Why the carriage?"

The man didn't seem to speak. And Ron, for the first time, noticed his face. He was covered in bandages. And he did have these odd goggles to go with it. The man seemed to be contemplating the idea.

"Technology is banned here." The other man answered.

Ron looked at him. He had a legit white face, and like Ron thought, a long and defined face. He wore small sunglasses and a black buckaroo hat. He also wore a cool black outfit, consisting of a leather trench coat, sweater, trousers, and boots. The other wore something a little more Victorian-ish, and casual. He wore a white shirt, a velvet dark blue tie, and a deep red vest, with beige trousers and shoes. The look was actually luxurious looking.

There was something…odd about the two, and their similarities…however different they seemed. Ron sensed the two had some kind of…connection.

"Let's go." The first growled.

Ron and unconscious Kim were led (and carried) into the building. A short metal corridor with large metal doors at the end they passed, and once through those doors, Kim and Ron had entered the main base.

The base was huge. Like, really huge. Ron had stopped to look around. Ron was so awed; he didn't even notice the bandaged man carry Kim to another part of the base.

The base resembled WWEE (The World Wide Evil Empire), the place that was home to the villain Gemini. A titanic computer screen fit the entire back wall, in between speakers and other equipment. A raised platform, supported by a single beam in the center and attached to four ramps, held a counter of switches and buttons, in front of a large swivel chair. Someone was sitting in it.

So much for banned technology.

Ron was grabbed from behind. The same two men nearly dragged the struggling sidekick up one of the ramps to the occupied swivel chair. When the men stopped, and held on to Ron just a few feet away from the chair, it turned around. It was Ace. She smiled.

"Welcome, Ronald…to Character Isle."

"Uggghhhh…okay?" Ron said, scratching his head in an awkward gesture.

"Where's Miss Possible?" Ace asked.

"I took her to the recovery room." Said the bandaged man.

"Recovery room? What for?" Ace shot back. Her tone was oddly…sentimentally curious.

"She…struggled." He responded.

"Ahh."

Ace swiveled around, back to the machinery. She pressed a few buttons, flicked a few switches, and slowly pulled some levers. The bandaged man, and Ron, seemed to wait awkwardly for any other orders.

Ace turned her head sideways, noticing the silence.

"Take the boy to see her. He's probably curious by now. And make haste on that recovery, Griffin. We don't want our introductions to hold a grudge, now do we?" she said casually.

'Griffin' grabbed Ron by the shoulders and took him to the recovery room as ordered. It was completely white and sterile; it reminded Ron exactly of a doctor's office.

Kim lay in the center table, tended by a two doctors. Or so they seemed to be doctors.

"Kim?!" Ron shouted in worry.

"She'll be fine. Now sit still!" Griffin shouted, throwing Ron against the wall. He slid down to his tush in a 'humph'.

"Out of the way!" 'Griffin' shouted, pushing them all aside. Ron pondered about this strange man. He seemed to have quite the authority on the island.

"SO…Griffin—you ah...You like Ace's sidekick or somethin? Because I'm a sidekick myself!"

Griffin snapped his head in Ron's direction. "Not sidekick. I'm more like her…second-hand man. It works out that way, naturally, considering I was the first ever prototype of my kind. The longer experience I've had than the others, the more authority I tend to have….naturally."

"Ah-heh-heh…RIGHT."

Ron had no idea what he was talking about.

Rufus scratched his head.

Griffin went to one of the white shining cabinets on the wall and took out a small jar. He opened it up and put it to Kim's nose. She revived.

Smelling salts? Ron thought. He didn't think Kim would revive that easily. Ron figured it must have been Ace, or someone else's special formula—one strong enough to revive someone.

Kim revived with quite the gasp, and looking around her, confused. She was about to attack Griffin when he stopped her hand…tightly…and allowed her to hand under his grasp. Then, he put her down gently. She gave him a confused look, then saw her sidekick.

"Ron!" she conveyed, running towards him with a hug. "Where are we??"

"Character Isle, apparently."

"Huh?"

"I met Ace. She was all, 'Welcome, Ronald, to Character Isle!' and such. You know, she really didn't seem that evil."

"Alright, we're getting out of here!" Kim jumped up. She swerved a bit, holding her head. "Woah…"

"Probably still a little dizzy from that dose of chloroform, K.P. I'd take it easy if I were you."

Kim looked around the room some more. She sauntered over to the doorway and glanced inside the main base. "Oh, boy." She said. "That's a lair alright."

"Pssh, yeah. And they claimed technology was banned here!"

Kim gasped. "The Kimmunicator!" she shrieked, feeling for it in her pants.

"They confiscated it, K.P. Looks like we're on our own from here." Ron strangely got some serious tone in his voice.

Kim sighed. She peered through the door's window again. "Is that Ace? On the balcony?"

"Yep."

"And who was that man?"

"Griffin."

"And he was—"

"Ace's sideki—I meaaan…second-hand man."

Kim was pondering. There was something familiar about that man.

Griffin…

Kim gasped.

"Ron! Remember the book report we did a few weeks ago in English?"

"Ugh, you're thinking about that now? I mean really, do you have to bring that up? You know that was a delicate week for me! Mr. Barkin was harsh!"

"Ron, forget about the grade. Do you remember what it was on?"

"Sure. The Invisible Man by H.G. Wells."

Kim continued to look at Ron, expecting the light bulb to go off. After about a minute, it did.

"Oooohhhhh, I see whats going on here…Wade gave you some kind of invisibility cloak, didn't he?" Ron guessed.

Rufus came out of his pocket, gave a thumbs up, and squeaked "cool!"

Kim groaned. "Ugh…no! Griffin! Hawley Griffin, was the name of the Invisible Man! Doesn't Ace's second hand man oh, I don't know…remind you of him??"

"Ooohhhh, oh okay now I get it."

The two peered through the window at Griffin.

"He does kind of look like him." Ron said, squinting to try and get a better look at him.

Kim widened her eyes, and gasped.

"Character Isle!"

"Wait…so all these people here are characters from literary books??" Ron gasped.

"I guess so…" Kim responded.

"Ooh! Ooh! I wanna try!" Ron said, peering through the window.

A few minutes went by.

"OH MY GOD!"

"What?? What?!" Kim pressed.

"There's Captain Hook!"

Sure enough, in the back of the room was a random pirate with a hook for a hand, and a big black beard.

"Hmm…oh! And there's—"

Kim didn't finish due to the face that popped out of nowhere, looking at them through the other side of the window. Ron jumped.

"AHH!" he screeched, falling backward.

The body that the face belonged to opened the door. He raised the eyebrow at the frightened boy on the floor.

Kim and Ron didn't recognize the man.

He was an elder man, of about 50 or 60, with a mass of crazy white hair and a long white apron, stained ferociously with what seemed to be blood.

"Is he okay?" the man asked.

"He'll be fine…I think." Kim responded.

"Who are you?" Ron asked, scratching his head.

"I AM PROTOTYPE NUMBER TWENTY—uh, uh I mean… I am Dr. Moreau."

Kim raised an eyebrow.

"The island of Dr. Moreau!" Ron exclaimed. Then he saw the blood-stained apron.

"Ew…" he said. Rufus echoed the 'ew'.

"Sorry about him…he's one of the new batches…but don't worry; Moreau's harmless." Griffin said from inside the doorframe. "You two come with me, Ace wishes to see you now."

Kim and Ron effortlessly followed him.

'Hm…he really isn't that evil.' Kim thought. 'He seems quite…casual.'

Ace turned around from her swivel chair again, now to face both the teens.

"Ah, Kim Possible! We finally meet!" she extended her arm to Kim. Kim took it, and they exchanged a formal handshake.

"Quite sorry about the em…well…dilemma with your health."

"Yeah…well. Next time I'd prefer it if you didn't."

Ace chuckled, a little embarrassed. "Well, you know how Griffin can be…" she eyed Kim. Ace knew that Kim knew about the character in Character Isle. "He can get a little impatient."

Griffin made a slight sound of grief.

"Alright, Ace! We know you were behind all those robberies in England!" Kim shouted, finally getting serious and down to business.

"Pshh…well…I…uh…well TECHNICALLY I wasn't…you know…actually performing the robberies myself…they were!" she said in an embarrassed, guilty manner.

Ace pointed to a group of people…or characters, really. One was Griffin, another was the other man who had sat beside him on the carriage-ride to the main base.

"You know Griffin." She said.

A few seconds of silence passed. Ace sighed and fell back comfortably in her leather chair.

"But yeah, technically I was responsible for all the robberies, I admit. But look at what greatness that worth has become!" Ace exclaimed, extending her arms out, indicating the main base or more possibly, the island.

"It's no excuse! I don't know if it's illegal…or what to create a country…or…or whatever it is you think you're doing! But what I do know is that those bank robberies are illegal and because of that, I'm afraid you'll have to be spending some time with the rest of your fellow criminals…in prison!" Kim said, proudly.

Ace turned her chair away from Kim.

"Kim, Kim, Kim. Relaaaax. I'm pretty surprised you're not curious about the island itself."

Kim sighed. "Of course. This is the part where the villain wishes to rant about their plans…"

Ace swiveled back around to face Kim and Ron.

"Oh, of course not. I have no plan. I have everything I need. I'm just curious you're not…well…curious!"

Kim and Ron pondered.

"What was with the town? You know… the one that was not too far off from this…err…base…thing?" Ron asked. Kim looked at her sidekick, confused.

"Ah, Paranologia. Yes, yes, it's a small little town. The inhabitants are all actually…well…not characters. Real people! Well I'm sure about 2% of the population could be characters, but I'm not 100% sure what the exact ratio is. I'll have to research that…but anyway it's a pretty spiritual town, has its own language and such…did you know I was almost going to name the entire island itself Paranologia? But instead I named it Character Isle…fits better, you know?"

Kim raised an eyebrow. "Huh?"

"Oh, you missed it. A horse-drawn carriage took us through the island to…here. We passed a small town." Ron said. Rufus nodded in agreement. Kim just brushed the issue away.

Though, one thing did stick to her brain.

"The inhabitants are all actually…well…not characters. Real people!"

"Waait…you mean to tell me there are real people living on the island?" Kim asked.

"But of course!" said Ace. "Paranologia is really the only base of civilization on the island, besides the main base, which is where everything is controlled. There are markets and schools, and homes…it really is like a small little town for the people to live and prosper. But I swear there are some strange things that happen every once in a while there."

"Like?" Ron asked, peeved with the possibility of a strange notion.

Ace sighed. "Just last week, due to some *ahem* circumstances...involving a sacred goat...I had a little crisis over the past few days. APPARENTLEY the townsfolk of Paranologia and the Wiccan tribes were in a quarrel in which I had to break up. The townsfolk wanted to keep their sacred goat, due to its "holy" purposes, and the Wiccans needed that only goat on the island for their yearly annual sacrifice ceremony. My solution? I shot the darn goat in the head. I need to prove to these people that I WILL NOT tolerate such behavior. I WILL NOT stand to watch these people worship a filthy animal. And these Wiccans must know the reality of the morrow. LIFE WILL CONTINUE WITHOUT THE CEREMONY. You don't see me falling to my death, do you? Pssh. The things I go through to create a country. What a life."

Kim and Ron cringed with disgust.

"Ew???" Ron said.

"A…goat?" Kim asked.

Ace shrugged. "You just can't trust the economy these days. The things I have to go through to get just one stinkin' farm animal!"

"Riiiiiight…." Ron said.

"There is one thing I'm curious about, Ace." Kim began.

Ace raised an eyebrow. She became suspicious of Kim's tone of pride in her voice. Without Kim noticing, she pressed a button on the bottom of the arm of her chair, summoning a few of her…characters. Including Griffin, of course.

"Go on."

"How did you manage to have real living characters on your island?" Kim asked.

Ace raised her eyebrows. "Oh—haven't you figured it out yet? Why, they're all robots! Well, technically they are but they're not like full robots. More like my own little cloned-robotic slaves, comrades and citizens!"

"Ah…huh." Kim responded.

"That would explain why Rufus couldn't bite Griffin!" Ron shouted.

Ace chuckled very comfortably. "Yes, well…they do have an under layer of metal titanium which makes them quite…indestructible."

"Alright, Ace, don't get too comfortable. You are responsible for exactly thirteen bank robberies in England, and more I'm sure…and I'm here to—"

"Put a sock in it, Miss Possible. There's no way you're going to capture me or my precious island." Ace said, finally swerving back to her set of controls.

"Oh yes I a—"

Before Kim could finish she and Ron were grabbed again. They were being forced out of the main base…and where to was a mystery.

"Goodbye, Miss Possible…Mr. Stoppable."

Ace pondered to herself. 'Weird names.'

Kim struggled, using all her skill and strength to get free of specifically Griffin's grasp.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, Kimberly. We don't want the same thing to happen to you as did last time." He said in his deep voice.

Kim couldn't set herself free. She had no Kimmunicator, no gadgets, and Ron and Rufus were as incapable as she was. She couldn't even Kung-fu him out. His grasp hurt…a lot.

Surprisingly, the two teens weren't led to a pit of sharks or eels or piranhas or gators, or any other kind of place where they would 'meet their doom'. They were taken to the south end of the island. They were on a beach, and boats and other vehicles surrounded them.

"What are you gonna do? Float us away?" Kim asked sarcastically.

"Not exactly." Said one of the men.

Griffin opened some kind of underground hatch from the sandy earth. Out he pulled some…thing.

It looked like a kind of pod…vehicle…thing!

Griffin opened the window hatch of the…vehicle, and Ron and Kim were forced inside. They were strapped in tight, and Griffin closed the hatch.

"Until next time, Ms. Possible."

The Pod automatically rose in the air, and sped away from the island and through the force field faster than a jet could. Within a very small amount of time they were back in Middleton. The pod-like vehicle descended at a random spot, only a few blocks away from the Middleton mall. The window hatch opened, Kim and Ron's belts were released, and the two were forcefully ejected from the vehicle. The pod rose in the air, and then blew up.

"………well that was weird." Ron exclaimed.

"I'll say." Kim responded. "But we're gonna need to go back."

Ron sighed. "I'm hungry first! Let's hit Bueno Nacho."

Once again, Kim and Ron were back in English lit, bombarded by Barkin's thunderous, commanding, militaristic teaching skills.

Ron leaned over to Kim, whispering to her, hoping he won't be caught.

"Hey…Kim—still think fiction is to fantasized for you?"

Kim rolled her eyes. "What are you talking about?"

"Last class you said real people didn't live lives like fictional characters do. Well, considering we just kind of saw about a dozen or so fictional characters living and breathing, I'd think you'd changed your mind."

"Ron! They weren't really living and breathing, you know. Remember? Ace said they were robots."

Ron shrugged, and slouched back into his seat. "And they don't have feelings, either, do they?" he mumbled.

"Huh?"

"Never mind, K.P…" Ron sighed. "Never mind"

TO BE CONTINUED.

Do you like it? Hopefully. I think this chapter is 10x better than the previous one…idk. Comment n' stuff. ;D