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A/N: Yes, I know this isn't Friday. The update schedule for Prize Daze will be as random as the story itself, which I'm writing on the fly.


Bonnie looked at Larry with unconcealed disdain. "I cannot believe you're wearing that. In public."

"It will make some of the fans jealous, won't it?" Larry said with pride as he admired his purple cape.

"Jealous wasn't exactly the word I had in mind, you froob," she sneered. "At least Stoppable's freaky pet knows how to dress."

"Thanks," squeaked Rufus as he adjusted his bowtie.

Bonnie, Rufus, and Larry were backstage, awaiting the arrival of Kim and Ron. The snarky brunette was wearing a teal-colored Sperlucci evening gown; Rufus sported a black tuxedo jacket, white shirt, and red bow tie; and Larry was garbed in the height of Iosian fashion: Senator Olthar's uniform, correct in every detail right down to the purple (not silver) cape.

"Okay, people, it's just about show time," Jimmy Blamhammer said as he breezed in, his head down as he read a message on his BlueBerry®. Done with the latest communication from one of his fellow movie moguls, he shifted his attention to the awards panel and boomed, "You look AMAZING!"

"Well, when you're as beautiful as I am …" Bonnie said with manifestly false modesty.

"The helmet, the boots, the CAPE! You look like you walked right off the SET!"

Bonnie's jaw dropped, Larry preened, and Rufus slapped his forehead with his paw.

Meanwhile, two teen heroes made their inside the building. "They'd so better have a change of clothes," Kim grumbled as she and Ron headed down the corridor.

"Even if they don't, you'll still be the finest fraulein around," the tow-headed teen observed approvingly.

"So appreciate the compliment," Kim said with an appreciative smile as she opened a door. "But if Bonnie ever sees me in this get-up, it's humiliation nation."

"And you can be its president, K," the snarky brunette sneered with delight as the two teen heroes arrived.

"Oh, great," Kim groaned as he gaze settled on her former classmate. "This is so not happening."

"Greetings, Cousin!" Larry said. "Righteous duds, Ron."

"Back atcha, Lar!" Ron replied. "And Rufus, you are da man!"

"Thanks," the mole rat squeaked.

Bonnie was about to launch another verbal assault when Jimmy stepped in front of her and threw his arms wide open. "I LOVE THOSE OUTFITS!"

"Actually, we were hoping we could wear something a little bit less Teutonic," Kim said.

"Are you INSANE? People will be talking about this for years."

"That's what I'm worried about," Kim retorted.

"I'll double whatever it is you're being paid," Jimmy said. "So how about it?"

"I don't know …"

"We're all about dressing like Günter and Gretel for the greenbacks," Ron said.

"Ron! Maybe you don't care how you look in public, but I do."

"Kim, Kim, Kim," he said as he wrapped his arm around his girlfriend. "First off, think of it as a shout-out to our badical fans in Germany. Second, double pay means more Claude for you to spend at Club Banana. And third, after they've been on TV, our threadage will sell for a fortune on eBid."

"I still don't know."

"Okay, how about you gotta feel good knowing that even dressed like a dorkette from Dusseldorf you still look way better than Bon-Bon in her ten thousand dollar designer duds?"

"I think that works," Kim said as she gave her beau a buss on the cheek while Bonnie seethed, then turned to Jimmy. "Okay, we'll do it."

"FANTASTIC!"

"I don't even see why it matters what they wear," Bonnie sniffed. "We're the stars, after all."

"Actually, I think I'm the star and you're a sidekick," Larry said. "And while I'd rather have a Garnallian warrior having my back, you'll do."

Bonnie's left eye began to twitch.

"Hoo boy," Rufus said.

"You're ALL the stars," Jimmy said placatingly. "You three will do the judging while Kim and Ron will do the presentations. The audience will eat it up."

"Might I suggest that while those three render verdicts on the hapless fools being recognized in this pathetic charade, instead of doing the presentations, Miss Possible and the Pretender do the suffering."

"Monkey Fist!" Ron exclaimed when he heard the supercilious voice of his aristocratic arch-foe.

"Aren't you supposed to be a statue in DNAmy's living room?" Kim asked.

Monkey Fist responded with a shudder, then replied, "Narrative exigencies required my return. And now that I am here, I shall destroy Stoppable and finally claim my rightful place as the Supreme Monkey Ruler.

"Dude, give it up," Ron said. "I'm the Monkey Master and you're not. Sign, sealed, delivered, buh-bye."

"We shall see about that," Monkey Fist hissed.

"And while you deal with the Boy One, I will finally defeat the Girl One," Warmonga said as she strode in, pushing aside the simian-loving nobleman. "Though that costume she is wearing might be punishment enough," she added after she saw what her red-headed foe was wearing.

"And you're offering fashion critiques, why?" Kim retorted as she considered the nine foot-tall alien's gauche battle bikini, arm bands, and tattoos.

"She's got you there, Big Gal," Ron chimed in before he began to rub the back of his neck. "By the way, didn't I, uh …"

"Terminate my life and that of my battlemate?"

"Uh, yeah," he said sheepishly. "But I didn't want to do it! You'd just threatened to make my girlfriend a wall ornament and tried to take over the hood and …"

"Do not worry," Warmonga said with surprising insouciance.

"But, but … you .. and the ship … and the ka-boominess!"

"Warhok and I did originally suffer cartoon deaths," she explained. "However, due to the requirements of this story, our demise was downgraded to interdimensional displacement."

"So we're Chauncey then?" Ron asked hopefully.

"No," Warmonga replied icily. "My hair remains untamable as an unruly thorgoggle and Warhok finds he must remain close to the Little Galactic Conqueror's Room at all times for reasons it would be indelicate to divulge."

"Well, I guess I better monkey up then," Ron sighed.

"It is not you with whom I will do battle, but her," Warmonga said, pointing to Kim. "She was the first to disgrace me. It is only by vanquishing her that I shall reclaim my honor."

"I took you down once, I'll do it again. Bring," Kim said as she dropped into a fighting stance.

"Ladies, ladies," Jimmy implored. "Hold your horses," he said to Kim, "or whatever it is you people have on your planet," he said to Warmonga. "The big fights aren't supposed to happen yet."

"Very well. If it is necessary, I shall delay the Girl One's defeat."

"You? Defeat me?" Kim said. "As if."

"As if if," Ron said supportively.

"Look, nobody cares about your stupid fights," Bonnie said. "Let's just get on with this freak show so I can go home and have Junior take me shopping with his new National Express Plutonium card."

"I have to agree," Larry concurred. "As Olthar said in Return to Ios," the nerdiest member of Clan Possible declared with gusto,"'Let the Bixborkle Games begin!'"

To Be Continued …