Disclaimer: Five whole years after the series Kim Possible ended, I still don't own the rights to it, and The Walt Disney Company who do own the copyrights, haven't officially put it out on DVD for us to purchase. What's the deal with that? Haven't they lost a ton of money by not selling it? If I owned the series I would have, and by doing so made enough cash to buy Ted Turner or the Grand Canyon... or both. But instead, I don't receive anything from my stories except your praise or flames.

This takes place at the end of the episode The Full Monkey. Kim was almost turned into a monkey but in the end, had changed back and caught the Amulet of the Monkey King in her hand. What ever happened to that amulet? In chapter 1 they gave it to Monkey Fistand turned him into a real monkey. Now, here's the fallout from that not-so innocent gift.

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UMM v CO

Chapter 2

England

Xxxxxx

Seven Years Later

Ron and Kim Stoppable walked into the New York offices of John J. Barrister, Attorney at Law. Neither of them had any idea as to just why they'd been summoned to the lawyer's office, so their curiosity was piqued.

Things had settled down after the Lowardian invasion during their high school graduation. The villainous community had virtually gone silent and the teen couple had spent a rather normal four years pursuing their college degrees and careers. Kim had obtained her degree in Criminal Science with a minor in Psychology while Ron had chased his dreams of becoming a world renown chef, and Kim's husband.

The husband part came true immediately after college in a simple ceremony attended only by members of both families. Ron was still working on the world renown chef part. He'd taken over the Middleton High School's cafeteria and had eliminated the horrid mystery meat meal, replacing it with a much more palatable cuisine, considering the budget he had to work with. Even Mr. Barkin had to give Ron his props and finally forgave the blond boy for 'The Look' he'd supposedly received years ago.

Kim had accepted a job with Global Justice and was gaining ground on Will Du, quickly becoming the secret law enforcement organization's top agent. While her former rogue's gallery of foes had been absent from the scene, there were still drug cartels and terrorists to apprehend.

"Come in, come in," the tall, good looking man in the expensive three piece suit jovial said as John Barrister genially waved the young couple into his office. "It's nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Stoppable. Please have a seat." He motioned them to two comfortable looking chairs in front of his large mahogany desk as he circled around to sit behind it.

"It's a pleasure to meet you too," Kim politely answered as she and Ron sat down. "Although I'm not sure why a lawyer in New York City would summon us." She pulled a letter from one of her GJ uniform's pants pockets and held it out to the man. "The letter you over-nighted only asked us to come in at our earliest convenience."

"Yes, sorry for the vagueness," Mr. Barrister said, not even looking at the letter as he opened up a folder on the desk and started rifling through the vast number of pages in it. "It was a clause in the Last Will and Testament."

"Last Will and Testament?" Ron queried in confusion. "Whose?"

Mr. Barrister finally found what he was looking for, held up a half inch thick stack of papers stapled together, smiled and answered, "Why, Lord Montgomery Fiske's, of course."

"Monkey Fist?" Ron questioned with a frown before he broke into a wide smile.

"Lord Fiske?" Kim asked out of curiosity. "Why would his Last Will mention us in a clause?"

"Well KP, he was my main arch foe," Ron answered for the lawyer. Even though they were married, he still called her KP, his own private pet name. "Maybe he just wanted to taunt me one last time from the grave." He turned to the Attorney and said, "That's assuming old Monty is dead... considering we're talking about his Last Will and all that."

"It's been seven years since he was reported missing by his butler..." Mr. Barrister said to the couple as he briefly scanned another piece of paper. "A... Mr. Bates reported his disappearance and recently had Lord Fiske declared deceased. Because of that declaration, Lord Fiske's Will has just gone into effect."

"Wait a sec," Ron said, waving his hand to stop the proceedings. "Wouldn't Monty have lawyers in England to do this sort of thing? Why are you handling it?"

"You're correct, Mr. Stoppable," John Barrister said with a smarmy smile. "The English firm, J.J. Shyster is the main group handling the estate. I was asked to contact you here in America to get the ball rolling, so to speak."

"Oooo-kay," Kim dubiously said, still not sure why they were there. "So, why are we mentioned in the Will?"

"Well not you specifically Mrs. Stoppable, but let me read the first part of the Will to give you some idea as to why you were summoned," Mr. Barrister said as he picked up the large pile of papers once again. "We'll discuss what you'll need to do after."

He started to read:

"I, Lord Montgomery Fiske, being of sound mind and body..."

"Sound mind? Yeah, right," Ron snickered to himself, getting a firm look from Kim before she smiled at his joke.

"...do hereby declare this as my Last Will and Testament. I bequeath all my worldly possessions to Ronald Stoppable, my worthy adversary. If this Will is being read in his presence, then he truly has defeated me and is the Chosen One and the Ultimate Monkey Master. As such, he deserves the spoils of his victory."

"Wow," Ron marveled at the turn of events. "Lord Fiske was as gracious in defeat as he was fierce in battle."

"Yeah," Kim agreed. "I guess it's like how the saying goes: Once an English gentleman, always and English gentleman."

Mr. Barrister laid down the papers and smiled at the young couple. "How true. Now, what you'll need to do is travel to London and meet up with the lawyers there. You'll have a few papers to sign before you can take over the estate."

"Just out of curiosity," Kim hesitantly asked, "how large is the estate?"

"Well, the information I received," John Barrister said with a broad smile, "says that the estate is valued somewhere around five million pounds. At the current rate of exchange, that just over seven point eight million dollars."

"That's a lotta Nacos," Ron yelped in surprise. He turned to Kim and said, "But Monty told me he spent his family fortune on altering his hands and feet."

"I've had a few brief discussions with the people at J.J. Shyster," Barrister cut in, "and they told me a little bit about Lord Fiske's finances. While he did spend his family fortune on genetic alterations, he'd also started to sell off his vast collection of relics. He had to in order to keep his castle from going into foreclosure. If you'd like to see a listing of Lord Fiske's holdings, I'd be happy to show you."

"That isn't necessary," Kim waived off the offer before another concern came to mind. "But what about his servant, Bates? Is he mentioned in the Will?"

"As a matter of fact, yes," Mr. Barrister answered as he searched the Will for the answer. "Mr. Bates is supposed to receive a large sum of money to fund his retirement. Here it is. Mr. Bates is to receive two hundred thousand pounds and his dismissal papers upon the declaration of Fiske's death."

"So I won't be getting the whole seven point eight mil?" Ron begged.

"Ron!" Kim yelled at him for his insensitivity. It sounding like he was only interested in the money.

"I'm just trying to clarify things, KP," Ron defensively explained.

"No, that quite alright," John Barrister chuckled. "I hear that a lot." He turned to Ron and said, "No, the figure I mentioned, the seven point eight million dollars, is after taxes and Bates' portion of the estate is taken into consideration. The seven point eight million is your portion of the estate... plus the title that goes with it."

"What?" Kim yelped in surprise. "Do you mean Ron is now an English Lord?"

"As soon as the papers are all signed," Barrister laughed, "Lady Kimberly."

Xxxxxx

Kim and Ron silently sat in the Sloth in the parking garage after the meeting, trying to take in all of the information given to them over the last hour. Both had read through the entire will and then Ron had some initial paperwork to sign, but it still was a whole lot to comprehend all at once.

"Well, how are we gonna do this, KP?" Ron questioned, finally breaking the silence that had gone on for about ten minutes. "We got the meeting with Shyster in London tomorrow afternoon. Should we fly there tomorrow morning or would you like to spend this evening over there in a hotel?" As a courtesy, Mr. Barrister had called the London attorney's office to set up a final meeting to complete the paperwork.

"Hmmm?" Kim said, being broken out of her deep thoughts on just that subject. "Well, I was thinking we should fly over to London now and stay in a hotel. That way we'll be fresh for the meeting, especially since they're six hours ahead of us, time wise. Do you need to call the school and tell them you're going to take a few days off?"

"Oh, right," Ron said in realization as he pulled out his cellphone. Now that he was pulling in a small salary for running the school lunchroom he was able to afford one, even though his father still thought they were a fad. It also helped that he was still receiving a big fat check from Bueno Nacho for inventing the Naco but they only touched that money for emergencies and big ticket items like their new house. Ron had certainly grown up and learned his lesson. "And you should probably call Betty and tell her. Do you think Mr. B. will try and fill in for me while we're gone?" Ron joked as he waited for the call to go through.

"I doubt it," Kim laughed as she adjusted her GJ issued shock watch into communications mode so she could call Global Justice and tell her boss that she and Ron had business in England for a few days. "You've told me he's still teaching four or five classes each day. He wouldn't have the time to run the school cafeteria. Luckily you've planned out the menu well in advance."

After thinking about it for a few seconds, she wasn't completely convinced that Mr. Barkin wouldn't at least try to supervise the cafeteria staff.

After both had cleared it with their employers to have a few days off and they had taken off for England, Kim did something she hadn't done in quite a while. She turned on the Kimmunicator located in the dashboard of the Sloth. It took a few seconds before the snowy static disappeared and the face of a now eighteen year old Wade Load appeared. The computer camera had been tilted up higher so you could see more of his room behind him, since he'd gone through a growth spurt a few years ago, and Wade appeared more fit, more muscular, then the last time either Kim or Ron had seen him

"Hey Kim, long time no see," the visage of Wade said with a broad smile. "What's the sitch?" His voice had also gone down an octave or two with maturity.

"Hey, that's my line," the redhead playfully smirked back.

"Yeah, but you called me," Wade quickly shot back. "So I get to ask what the situation is."

"He's got'cha there, KP," Ron smirked to his wife.

"Alright, you two," Kim glowered at the two boys who had been a big part of her earlier life, one since she was four years old and the other all through her high school crime fighting career, yet she couldn't keep a straight face for more than a second. She playfully laughed and said, "Okay, you got me."

"Yeah, but what do you need?" Wade questioned as he typed on his keyboard. "I have both you and Ron in the Sloth about half way over the Atlantic Ocean, heading for..." he rapidly finished typing and checked a monitor over to the side before he continued, "...London, England would be my guess. And since you have an appointment with J.J. Shyster tomorrow morning, I'm thinking that you'll need some place to stay overnight." He started to type on his computer again.

"You're right, Wade," Kim said with a sly smile. She knew he would be able to ferret out (pun intended) what was happening. Even though they hadn't been in contact for a few years, Kim knew Wade kept up to date with what was going on in her and Ron's lives so he more than likely knew all about the meeting in New York, the inheritance and the meeting in London. "Can you find us something?"

"What do you think," Wade wickedly shot back as he finished typing and looked back up at the screen. "Mrs. Watneys has always said that she'd would be happy to put you up for a few days, if need be."

"Mrs. Watneys?" Kim queried, not putting a face to the name or remembering having helped anyone by that name. It'd been three or four years since she and Ron had traveled to England. That was when they had helped out at...

"Isn't she the one with the brewery?" Ron cut into her pondering as he put an incident to the name. "If I remember right, one of the boilers had gone all wonky."

"Oh yeah," Kim realized in a flash. "One of the brewing vats was overheating and we had to find a place to store the beer before we could shut the boiler down." She glanced over to her husband who's face was quickly paling at the thought. "I didn't know your cargo pants could hold that much liquid when the bottom legs holes were tied off."

"My pants were soggy all the way home," Ron complained, "and they smelled like dark ale for a whole week."

"Dark ale," Rufus moaned, holding his head between his tiny paws as if he had a headache. "ho-boy!"

"Sorry Rufus," Ron apologized to the naked mole rat. "I shoulda remembered you were in my pocket before we started to empty that vat. My bad."

"Yes," Kim lightly laughed at the incident. She said to Rufus, "But we did give you some aspirin, later, for your hangover."

Xxxxxx

Mrs. Watneys was a typical old English lady, slightly pudgy but affable and genial to a fault. She was highly disappointed when Kim told her that they'd stopped for a bite to eat before arriving, (at a Bueno Nacho drive-thru when they'd landed just outside London. Ron still loved his Tex-Mex.) She had wanted to cook dinner for them, but she quickly rallied and made a huge English-style breakfast the next morning, instead. It consisted of bacon and eggs, blood pudding, kippers, baked beans, grilled tomatoes, fried mushrooms, toast with homemade peach marmalade, orange juice and thick black tea. There was so much food on their plates that even Ron couldn't finish it all, although he did put a huge dent in it. Of course Rufus helped out after scarfing down his own plate of Winslydale cheese. (Kim let her husband have her blood pudding and they both said no to the haggis that was offered.)

The only awkweird moment of the brief, overnight stay was when Mrs. Watneys asked Ron if he still had the same pair of knickers she'd see four years ago since the Fearless Ferret was still a big hit in England. The blond young man assured her that he did still own that particular pair of superhero emblazoned boxers, but that he was now wearing a pair of red silk boxers that Kim had given him for Christmas.

Mrs. Watneys responded, "That's nice, Dear."

Xxxxxx

The meeting with J.J. Shyster went well, except when his secretary freaked out after she'd seen Rufus standing on Ron's shoulder. The pandemonium that followed only lasted a few minutes. The paramedics that arrived to tend to the now comatose secretary said she would be okay and that she only needed the rest of the day off to recover. Ron finished off the necessary paperwork while Kim filled in for the secretary during the rest of the day. (Ron helped out after his session with the lawyer was over and J.J. Shyster offered to hire them on the spot witnessing seeing Kim efficiency and tasting Ron's coffee. They both politely refused citing that they were now millionaires from the inheritance and didn't need to work. J.J. Shyster didn't need to know that they were already multimillionaires due to the Naco.)

After checking out their latest acquisition, roaming around the huge castle and its grounds, and making a few plans for the place, Kim suggested that they had one more stop to make before returning home.

Ron totally agreed.

Xxxxxx

It was a bright clear day as Kim and Ron got out of the Sloth and walked further into the woods. It was the time of day when not many tourist were around to enjoy the scenery and show that was being put on by a troupe of twenty-five monkeys next to a bubbling hot springs in northern Japan.

"Ya know," Ron said to his wife as they watched the martial arts demonstration, "I think Monkey Fist has lost a move or two. But I can still see some Monkey Kung Fu going on."

"Well, he doesn't have to go up against the Ultimate Monkey Master anymore," Kim giggled as she held onto Ron's arm while they watched. "It's not like he's trying to beat his former arch nemesis. They're just sparring."

"Yeah, that's true," Ron agreed.

The young couple watched for a minute or two more before they returned to the car, got something out and returned to the demonstration as it was just ending. They waited until all of the tourists had left before they approached the band of monkeys.

Ron set down a bushel basket piled high with various fruits and vegetables in front of the largest monkey, the one who still sported sideburns and hair brushed off to the side and said, "Hey Monty. Kim and I'd like to thank you for the inheritance. We'll put the property to good use."

"We're turning part of the castle into a resort type destination," Kim added, "while reserving part of it for our use." For some unknown reason, Monkey Fist and the other former monkey ninjas sat and listened in rapt attention. "There'll be horseback riding, bicycle and hiking trails along with tours of the area available to go along with the overnight accommodations."

"And I got one of my former culinary classmates who's from Ipswich in Suffolk to be the chef there," Ron informed the pack of monkeys, "so the food will definitely be the best."

Kim added, "We never realize how historical the area around the castle was until we talked with your lawyer, Mr. Shyster."

"It's not surprising you got into archeology," Ron laughed, "considering how many battles took place in your own back yard so long ago. I bet you dug up quite a few things when you were a kid."

"Anyway," Kim cooed as she peered at the largest of the monkeys in front of her, "Ron and I would like to thank you again for the inheritance. We don't really need it. We're both working and Ron still receives a royalty check each year for inventing the Naco, so we're donating all of the proceeds from the castle resort to the wildlife fund in the area."

"And we also set it up with one of the grocery stores in Yamanouchi," Ron quickly added, pointing to the bushel basket in front of them, "so that they'll deliver a bushel of fruit and vegetables to you each and every day."

"We hope you enjoy," Kim said as Fiske moved over to the basket, picked it up then scurried away followed by his minions.

There wasn't anything else to say so Ron and Kim returned to the car. They stopped at Yamanouchi for a visit and inform Sensei of the recent developments.

Sensei said he knew about the inheritance, that it was written in one of the sacred scrolls.

Ron didn't believe him so Sensei showed them the scroll that predicted that the Ultimate Monkey Master would defeat his fiercest rival for the title and then inherit all.

After a brief workout to assure the headmaster that Ron was still up on his Monkey Kung Fu, the couple left to return home.

Kim and Ron knew they would return to Yamanouchi again some day to visit, and also planned to return to their property in England.

After all, a Lord and his Lady needed to occasionally live in their castle.

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