Mr. Barkin had heard the commotion from the gym, but nothing had prepared him for the sight of the entire student body gathered in the gym... without his permission. He just knew that this had something to do with the announcement earlier that day, and could only hope that this wasn't going to escalate into a riot. Or a student-led occupation. He'd hate to have to call in the SWAT-team or the National Guard on them for a ridiculous thing like a Valentine ban.

As he approached the center of the commotion, his vision turned red and his nostrils flared angrily. There, just below the basketball hoop stood Possible and Stoppable... Kissing, in clear violation of the PDA-policy!

"STOPPABLE! POSSIBLE! CUT IT OUT RIGHT NOW OR I SWEAR YOU'LL BE IN DETENTION UNTIL YOU GRADUATE COLLEGE!" To his immense surprise, not only did Kim and Ron not disengage, they didn't even flinch.

"Actually, Mr. Barkin... They're not doing anything wrong", a voice spoke up. Barkin turned around and faced Bonnie Rockwaller. Oh, Barkin just knew she had something to do with this.

Bonnie continued to explain the situation, about the loophole that allowed for this activity. The undefined Christmas celebration, the mistletoe exemption... Barkin grabbed the papers that Bonnie held and looked through them. He could only conclude that she was correct. The loophole was completely legal. He seethed.

"Be that as it may, Rockwaller... The bell's gonna ring in two minutes, and if YOU ALL AIN'T THERE ON TIME, I AM NOT AFRAID TO GIVE DETENTION TO THE ENTIRE SCHOOL! YOU GOT ME?" With that, most of the people began hurrying out the doors to get to their lockers. Last one out was Bonnie, who grinned, knowing she had been victorious.

Barkin remained in the gym. Even though the PDA-policy had been violated, he couldn't help but feeling proud of his students.

The PDA-policy had never been more than a pragmatic rule. If the students weren't going around kissing and hugging and whatnot, they would be able to concentrate better on their work. Even those who had no one to engage in those activities with could concentrate better, not getting into fits of jealous thoughts or daydreams. The zero-tolerance thing was sometimes a bit harsh, Barkin thought, but on the whole, it worked.

But the people of NOTCOOL... They only wanted to impose their own moral standards on kids that weren't theirs to impose them on. Barkin was disgusted that he had to enforce their ban, and would be the first to sign anything that protested it.

The students... His students had been clever, studious and inventive in their resistance. Instead of merely protesting, they had found an effective, legal way to show their disagreement regarding this irritating rule, and Barkin couldn't help but feeling proud of them, even if they had gone against his policy as well.

His thoughts of appreciation were halted, however, when he realized that Kim and Ron were still standing under the hoop. Still kissing.

Barkin tried everything in his arsenal. Yelling, screaming, howling, roaring... Nothing worked. Kim and Ron stood in place. Their heads moved continuously, shifting positions, but their feet were firmly planted. Ron had his arms around Kim's upper back, while Kim had thrown her arms around Ron's neck.

Frustrated, Barkin conceded that he wasn't gonna be able to part them without resorting to physically tearing them apart. And since he wasn't sure of whether that would count as a violent act against them, he decided not to attempt it.

The students of Barkin's history class had been confused when he didn't arrive in time to start the lesson. After his outburst in the gym, they were sure he would be there to make sure everyone was on time. Five minutes passed before the door flew open. They were stunned as Barkin entered, dragging behind him, what they thought was a baggage cart. Normally, it was used to haul out gymnastics mats from the equipment room of the gym, but now... Instead of mats, Kim and Ron was standing on it, still in the same position the students had last seen them in.

Barkin pulled the cart with the teenagers to the back of the class and placed it there. Afterwards, he walked back to the black board without a word and began the lesson, as if nothing had happened.

Barkin was frustrated as he tried to impart the historic efforts of Charlemagne. He had thought that if Kim and Ron were placed in a classroom, they would soon regain there senses and stop their still ongoing embrace. No such luck,though. Even worse, whenever there was only a moment of silence, it was filled with barely audible moans from either of them, distracting the rest of the students.

As the lesson ended, Barkin was seething. Nothing he could think of worked. And he obviously couldn't keep carting them around like this, disturbing classes all over school. Frustrated, he walked back to his office and did the only thing that came to mind. He picked up the phone and dialed an outside number.

----

The Possible residence was oddly quiet as the door opened.

"Boys, I've told you already, the XJ-4274 is an experimental rocket. It's very dangerous, and not working at all right now. I am not gonna let you 'take a look at it', much less even let you see it!" James Possible sounded a little tired as he walked in, trailing his twin sons. They had nagged him about seeing the XJ-4274 for weeks now, and even though he was glad they took an interest in his field of work... It could get a little tiresome.

"But dad! Right now it only jumps"

"60 feet into the air, falls back"

"And explodes! What could we do to it"

"Except make it work?" Tim concluded, and looked over at his brother. Impeccable logic.

"Be that as it may", James said, "it's still a dangerous rocket, and I don't want you anywhere near- GAAAAIIIH!"

James froze after his initial scream. In the middle of the living room stood his daughter, tightly embracing and kissing her best friend Ron. Unexpected wasn't the word. Unexpected was another dimension. Thankfully, his wife came out from the kitchen at that moment.

"Yeah... James, I think we need to talk about something", she said, softly taking his hand in her own. James stared at his wife, then at the couple, no not the couple, the teens in the living room.

"Anne, there is no way that I'm leaving this room as long as they're standing like that! Kim! Ronald! Stop this at once!" He almost spat out the last words.

"That's... gonna be a long wait in that case, James. I don't think they actually can quit right now." James stared perplexed at his wife. She slowly pulled him into the kitchen, away from their sons.

"You see... their teacher, Mr. Barkin called me at the hospital and he had me pick them up. They've been like this since their lunch hour, and they haven't stopped yet." James' jaw fell at Anne's words.

"Are you saying they've been kissing non-stop for two hours? Why haven't anyone stopped them? Why haven't you stopped them?" Anne frowned.

"James, of course I've tried to stop them! But they're completely non-responsive! They haven't reacted to anything I've said, regardless if I'm threatening them or if I'm promising them gifts and whatnot. I tried pulling them apart, but that won't work either. I managed to pull Ron's hand off once, but it just went right back!"

"Non-responsive? That doesn't sound good!" James exclaimed.

"Well... I'm a neurologist, James, and the one question I get asked the most is if someone in a coma is aware of their surroundings at all. If they can hear people talking, smell them and all that. Medical science can't answer that, we just don't know. What I do know, however, is that people who are kissing like that... are not aware of their surroundings. But I don't know if it's just them or if it's something else" ,Anne said.

"So what are we supposed to do, we can't let them be like this!" James exclaimed. Anne sighed.

"I don't know, honey. Let's just... wait until after dinner and if they haven't stopped by then we'll make some calls." James nodded. He just knew this wasn't gonna be a good day.

In the living room, Jim and Tim eyed their sister and Ron suspiciously. This was just sick and wrong. Suddenly, Jim got a look on his face, and he turned to his brother.

"Timmy... Are you pondering what I'm pondering?" He asked. Tim looked at his brother.

"I think so, Jim, but how are we gonna make sure they're still breathing in the plastic mold?" Tim answered.

"No! Although, I like your thinking, keep it up. What I was really pondering was... streaming web cast?" Tim grinned as he heard his brother's words.

"Hoosha!" He said, as they took off to their room to start setting things up.

----

The family sat silent at the dinner table. Anne looked at her sons, who were just picking at their food rather than eating it. Her husband was eating, but his gaze was fixed at the other end of the table, where Kim and Ron stood in the same position still.

"Mom, can we eat"

"In the living room instead?"

"We can't eat with this many"

"Cooties in the air!" Jim finished, looking pleadingly at his mother.

"Alright boys, but make sure you don't spill anything", Anne replied. The boys quickly picked up their plates and glasses of milk and left the room. James didn't even flinch. Anne sighed.

"James... You've been staring at them for three hours now. I'm pretty sure we can rule that out as a cure." James frowned.

"I'm just trying to think of something that can separate them, hon. Thought I could focus better if I'm ever so slightly..."

"Going insane?" Anne finished, raising her eyebrow.

"Something to that effect", James admitted. "But I have thought up a couple of solutions", he said, leaning forward a bit. Anne gave an approving nod.

"OK... Let's hear the best one then."

"Well... We got this thing down at the Space Center. It's called a non-magnetic separator. It can rip apart any non-magnetic substance, with astonishing accuracy." James concluded, looking tentatively at his wife.

"We're not using experimental industrial tools on our daughter, James! If that's the best you can do, I think we're gonna need some help on this."

"It's actually not experimental anymore", James mumbled, and went back to staring at Kim and Ron. As Kim let out a small whimper, his sanity once again took a pounding. Anne noted the effect.

"You don't have to stare at them, you know", she said.

"Oh, yes I do, Anne. If his hands move so much as an inch south, I'll..." He paused. "I can't even think of a punishment that'll suffice right now, that's how angry I am."

"You're not being fair, James."

"Maybe not. My prerogative as a father of a daughter." With that, he had finished his meal. He got up and placed the dishes in the sink, then went over and, summoning all his strength yet again, lifted both Kim and Ron, and walked to the living room, where he placed them, much to the chagrin of Jim and Tim, who scampered back to the kitchen. Anne hadn't seen a feat of strength like this from James in quite some time, and had to remind herself to check him for hernias.

As she finished her own meal, she stepped out into the living room. James had placed himself on the couch, still angrily watching the teens. Anne sighed, and, deciding that she was the one who had to take charge of this sitch, she walked over to Kim's backpack and fished out her daughter's kimmunicator. She activated it, and soon the screen was filled with Wade's visage.

"Hey Kim! I've talked to- Whoa! Sorry, ehh.. Wrong Possible! What can I do for you Mrs... ehh. Doctor?"

"Wade... We need your help", Anne said, as her husband sighed and got up from his place and walked over to his wife.