Disney owns the characters; I'm just taking them for a test drive.

For Ricardo Montalban.

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"I'm confused," Tara said, rubbing her temples. "If you guys hate each other so much, then why is Bonnie staying here?"

"It's a long story," Kim said. "It all started with a hit on the website....."

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Two weeks ago.

"Okay, Wade, we're down," Kim Stoppable said into her wrist Kimmunicator. She and her husband had just parachuted onto the beach of a privately owned island. "Are you sure the signal jammers you made are working?"

"Very sure," Wade Load replied. "And they're not signal jammers. They're more like signal trickers. The frequency we're sending out is making the island security system think that everything's fine. Just stay away from any cameras. I haven't perfected the video scramblers yet."

"Got it, Wade-man," Ron Stoppable replied. "So, what's the deal here? Why are we on the Seniors' island, anyway?" It was said with a bit of sadness. They had been there just two days ago to attend Senor Senior Senior's memorial service.

"You're here to pick me up," a harsh voice said. What Kim and Ron saw surprised them. There was Bonnie Senior, wearing a blue sun dress and dragging an insane amount of luggage behind her on a flatbed cart. "My marriage is over, and I've been kicked out because I wouldn't let that whiney little baby dance in my ballet. You're here to give me a ride home."

"Uh, slight problem with that, B," Kim said. "We're being airlifted out. By a small cargo plane. You're stuff so won't fit in the cargo hold."

"So we take the mini-sub." Bonnie pulled a key card out of her purse. "The submarine bay is this way. Stoppable, get my bags." With that, Bonnie dropped the handle of the flatbed and stormed off.

Ron looked at the flatbed like it was composed of toxic waste. "KP?"

"Hold up, B!" Kim shouted. "We are not a taxi service!"

"Well how else am I gonna get out of here?"

"You have the mini-sub," Kim pointed out.

"Yeah, but I don't know how to pilot it."

"And you think I do?"

"I thought you could do anything, K," Bonnie sneered. "Or was that all just bluster on your part?"

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"So what happened?" Tara King asked.

"It was so lame," Bonnie said. "K had to wire that watch thingie of hers into the controls and have her computer nerd pilot us out like it was some kind of video game."

"It worked, didn't it?" Kim asked in an exasperated voice. "Wade got you out of there, didn't he?"

"That still doesn't explain why Bonnie's staying here with you and Ron," Tara pointed out.

"Bonnie thinks Junior's gonna come after her, so she asked us to protect her," Kim said. "Or should I say demanded?"

"You got me into this mess," Bonnie huffed.

"So didn't, B." Kim rubbed the bridge of her nose in annoyance. "If Junior was gonna come after you, then why did he kick you out in the first place?"

"How should I know?"

"You married him."

"Just because I married him doesn't mean I know how he thinks!"

Kim had no response to that. Sometimes she didn't understand how Ron thought, either. "You can't stay here forever, Bonnie."

"You think I want to stay here in this loser love nest? I don't have anywhere else to go. Besides, what would it do to your reputation if someone just happened to mention to, I don't know, some reporter or someone, that you totally refused to help someone in trouble?" Kim growled in response to the veiled threat.

"Well," Tara said, trying to break up the tension before a fist fight broke out, "it's too late to enroll in the University of Upperton for the fall semester, but you can register for the spring! And then you can rush Alpha Phi and could move into the sorority house! We could be roommates." Bonnie didn't respond.

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Ron came home later that evening with a couple of pizzas and a sly grin on his face. That grin got even bigger when he set a Smarty Mart application down in front of Bonnie. "If you're gonna stay here, you're getting a job!" he declared.

"I am not working at Smarty Mart," Bonnie insisted.

"We really don't care where you get a job, as long as you get one," Kim added. "Just sitting on your butt all day watching TV isn't doing you any good." Not to mention what it's doing to our electric bill. "You've been freeloading since you got here. If you want to stay with us, you have to start pulling your own weight. That means you help clean up around here, and you start paying rent."

"Not happening, K."

"Then you'll just have to go move back in with your 'rents." Kim's lips curved into a devious smile. "And your sisters." Two could play the threat game.

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Senor Senior Junior sat at his father's desk, not really comfortable in the high backed leather chair. His late father was a much smaller man than he was, but that wasn't the problem. This was his father's desk. Junior looked over the plans in front of him. Devious planning was never his strong suit, but he had to try. "For Father," he said again, almost like a mantra. The equipment had been bought, delivered, and set up. All he needed was a specialized component for the central control node. Junior looked at the schematics for the machine he had just purchased; the fabrication system for the Kinetic energy and Inertia Manipulator drones. That, along with the device he was about to steal, gave him an idea.

"This is too perfect," he said in his high voice. "Ooooh, Papi would just love this!" Junior started to excitedly scribble notes all over the papers in front of him. "Maybe I should hire some henchmen for this." He got a lewd sneer on his face. "Or henchladies!" He quickly hit the speed dial on the desk telephone; Junior had a couple of phone calls to make.

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Beep Beep Be Beep

Kim Stoppable, still half asleep, grabbed her Kimmunicator from her nightstand. "Whs th sish, Wade?," she mumbled.

"Did I wake you up?" the young genius asked.

Kim sat up and looked at her alarm clock. "No, Wade, I'm always semi-coherant at 3:23 in the morning. Why are you still up?"

"I didn't realize it was that late," Wade shrugged. "Anyway, we have a hit on the site. It's a Junior sighting!"

"Where is he?"

"That's the strange part. The message is from him. He's challenging you to stop him from breaking into Dr. Cyrus Bortel's lab in Sweden. Junior's en route as we speak."

Kim was fully awake and in mission mode. "Get us a ride, Wade. We'll be ready to go in ten."

"On it, Kim." The Kimmunicator screen went dark. Kim leaned over to nudge the form sleeping next to her.

"Time to get up, Ron," she said. "It's time to do our 'save the world' thing." Ron mumbled something unintelligible. "Ron!" Kim shook him hard.

"The cake isn't a lie, we just didn't get any!" Ron shrieked as he shot up in bed.

"We have to go, honey," Kim said. "Junior's on the move."

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Kim and Ron dressed, brushed their teeth, and quickly made for their front door trying to be quiet so as to not wake Bonnie. As it happened, she was still awake, watching some old movie. "Off to play hero again, K?" the brunette taunted.

"If you mean we're going to stop your husband from doing something stupid, then yes."

Bonnie's eyes grew to the size of dinner plate at the mention of Junior. "You can't leave me here! He might be coming for me!"

Ron got a confused look on his face. "Um, how can he be coming for you here in Upperton if he's on his way to a secret lab in Sweden?"

"It could be a trap!" Bonnie flew from the couch and latched onto Kim's purple mission shirt. "You have to take me with you! I don't wanna get taken!"

Kim pulled the frantic woman off of her. "Junior is going to the same place we're going, Bonnie. Besides, he's so not smart enough to do the whole distraction thing. You're safer here."

"Well I'm not staying here alone. And no, Stoppable, you're not leaving that gross bald rat thing with me as protection. I'm coming and that's final!"

"Fine," Kim relented, "I don't have time to argue about this. Hurry up and get dressed. And no stiletto heels, this time!"

----

Dr. Cyrus Bortel had been a bit of a thorn in Team Possible's sides over the years; first it was the mind control chips, then the Moodulators. He'd been fairly quiet over the last few years, but that didn't mean he hadn't been busy. He was working from a remote location in Sweden in relative solitude and secrecy, surrounded by only a few trusted aides and test subjects. It was quite a shock to him when Senor Senior Junior and his female rent-a-goons busted his kitchen door down and started ransacking the place.

"I know you have it here, Doctor," Junior said in as threatening a voice as he could muster. "Hand over your chip thing and I'll leave."

"Which chip thing?" Bortel asked. "I have a lot of chip things. I have corn chips, tortilla chips, dip chips..."

"Not salty snacks!" Junior shrieked. "Although sour cream and onion sounds good. There were no good in flight snacks on the way here. You would not believe how hard it is to get a fully stocked plane on such short notice." Junior noticed that Dr. Bortel was trying to get away. "Ladies." Junior's red suited henchwomen swarmed the good doctor and restrained him. "I want your new invention, Doctor, and I will get it."

"Sorry to disappoint, Junior," a voice from behind him announced. "I must say I'm a little impressed," Kim said in a sincere tone. "For once you're not trying to become some kind of pop star or anything. This is an actual villain plot. Your father would be very proud."

"I'm doing this to honor my father's memory," Junior declared. "Ladies, get Kim Possible!"

All but two of Junior's hired help charged at Kim. "Ron! Get Dr. Bortel!"

"On it, KP!" Ron ran for the detained scientist while his wife fought off a dozen lethal ladies. Bonnie, meanwhile, was standing in the doorway of the transport carrier that had brought them to Dr. Bortel's lab.

"Junior!" she shrieked. "I'm gone for two weeks and you get a bunch of floozies? Just wait till I get my hands on you!"

"Oooh, Junior," Ron winced. "Never heard the old saying about a woman scorned, did you?"

"With her, you have no idea," Junior whined. "You should have seen what happened the first time I left the toilet seat up." Junior blocked Ron's path. "All right, sidekick, it's time to do my villainous duty and stop you." Ron quickly smacked Junior upside the head, eliciting a high pitched squeal. "That hurt!"

"That was kinda the point."

"Stop him," Junior ordered his underlings as he ran off.

Kim had just thrown the last of the henchwomen she'd been tangling with over her shoulder. Gotta hand it to Jack Hench, his people have a good training program. Kim stopped for a minute to get her second wind. She looked up just in time to see Bonnie charging at Junior. Great, it looks like I'll have to save the bad guy from Bonnie. "Ron, how's the doc?"

"None the worse for wear, KP," Ron replied. Having faced off with Shego enough over the years, Ron had no problems with fighting women. Especially when he knew specific pressure points to take his adversaries out of a fight quickly. "Dude, what's he after?" Ron asked Dr. Bortel.

"I think he's after my third generation mind control chip."

"Third generation?" Ron asked with a frown. "What happened to the second generation?"

"I had to scrap that after the test subjects...... uh, that doesn't matter right now." The doctor quickly got to his feet. "We cannot let him have that chip!"

Kim caught up with Bonnie and Junior towards the rear of Dr. Bortel's lab. The couple were separated by a work table. "Hench wenches!" Kim heard Bonnie shout. "Why hench wenches?"

"Because they came highly recommended," Junior said in a contrite voice. "I don't see why you're upset, my love, it's not like they were running around in skimpy bikinis."

"Oh I'll bet you wanted them to!" Bonnie said in a firm voice. Junior knew better than to answer that, since the thought had crossed his mind.

"Stand down, Bonnie. I have him." Kim cracked her knuckles. "We can do this the easy was, or the hard way, Junior."

Junior had been rummaging through the various drawers in the work table when he came across a box labeled "MCC Mark III." He opened the box like a kid with a Christmas present and took out a metal disc the size of a quarter. "I don't think so, Kim Possible," he said in an authoritative voice. Then he let our a giggle. "I sounded like a tough guy."

"Riiiight." Kim was getting tired of this. "And it's Kim Stoppable now. Look, Junior, you can't win. Just give up so we can all go home and go back to sleep." Before Kim or Junior could move, Bonnie swiped the chip from her husband's grasp. Kim was clearly impressed. "Nice move, B."

"Not as nice as this one." Bonnie slapped the chip onto Kim's forehead. Junior pressed a button on the small remote control that was in the box with the chip, turning the device on.

"Now, Kim Stoppable, you will stand on one foot," Junior ordered. Like a mindless marionette, Kim did as she was told.

"Give me that," Bonnie said as she grabbed the control. "You will tell me that I was the better cheerleader."

"You were the better cheerleader," Kim replied in a monotone, almost robotic voice.

"I could so get used to this."

"You know, I shoulda seen this coming." Ron Stoppable was standing in the doorway. His eyes were glowing blue, and that glow was getting brighter by the second. "You planned all this when Kim and I were at work, didn't you?"

"You guys are so pathetic," Bonnie sneered. "All it took was my little sob story about getting kicked out of the house and you two just took me in like a stray cat. K, attack the loser." Kim was about to strike at Bonnie when the brunette screamed, "Not me, your husband!"

Kim dropped into a combat ready stance and launched an attack at Ron. "KP, stop!" Ron blocked punches and ducked kicks. Every time he tried to pull the mind control chip off her forehead, Kim would stop him. "Kim, please, don't make me do this. I don't wanna go full monkey; not on you! Fight them, Kim, not me!"

"She won't stop fighting you, and you won't fight her back," Bonnie taunted. "Sorry, loser, but it looks like you're the one who can't win. Kim here is gonna be our ultimate weapon." Bonnie kissed her husband on the cheek. "This was such a good idea, baby. Having Kim as a slave is just too perfect."

Junior took the control from his wife and grinned. "Let's see how well she follows orders. Kim Stoppable, end this now. Take your husband down!" Kim launched a round house kick that Ron easily dodged, followed up by a strong blow to the stomach that doubled him over.

"It is over," Kim said in a robotic voice. "He will not fight me."

"KP." Ron uncurled from the fetal position and reached for his wife. He saw a tear trickle from her eye as she walked away.

"Don't even think about coming after us, loser, or about having that freaky little pet of yours try anything." Bonnie practically ripped the Kimmunicator from Kim's wrist and threw it at Ron. "If you do, we might have to do something, I don't know, really evil to K."

Ron looked over at Rufus, who was about to dart over to Junior to try and steal the remote control away from him. "Back off, buddy," Ron said.

"Since we got what we came for, I think it's time to go home. Come on, Junior."

"I think not, Bonnie."

"What? There isn't anything else here that we wanted, is there?"

"Sorry, Bonnie, nothing personal. This is business. Kim, make sure Bonnie doesn't stop us." Kim mindlessly walked up to Bonnie and got her in a sleeper hold. Bonnie was about to black out when Kim released her vice like grip. "Come along, Kim, it's time to go home."

Ron was again on his feet and he charged at Junior. Kim shot her arm out and clotheslined her husband, bringing him to the ground again. Ron saw more tears in his wife's eyes. She knew what haw happening, and it was killing her inside. Junior, Kim, and his henchpeople were gone before Ron and Bonnie could recover enough to follow.

"Why that little-" Bonnie's rant was cut off when Ron grabbed her by the collar of her jacket.

"What the hell was this, huh?! We pick you up, we take you in, and you do this?!"

"Chill out, loser!"

Ron's eyes glowed a brighter blue, and Bonnie could swear she heard the shrieking of monkeys around her. "No more of your Queen Bee crap, Bonnie! You're coming with me to the island to get Kim back, then I'm gonna have you locked up in a Global Justice prison for the next forty years! Hey, you could share a cell with Adrena Lynn or Recoil! You like that idea?"

"Like you even have the spine to turn me in."

Ron was surrounded by a blue aura that lifted him and his captive three feet off the ground. "Bon-Bon, you so do NOT wanna tempt me right now!" Ron's whole body was now blue, and the rage in his eyes was burning as brightly as the sun. "You are going to fix this mess of yours. We're going to the island if I have to fly us there myself!"

Fear had replaced anger as Bonnie's primary emotion. "H-he won't be at the island. Wu-we set up a-a backup lair."

Ron's aura dissipated and their feet again touched the ground. "Then that's where we're going." Ron got Wade on the Ronlink. "We got big trouble, Wade. Junior has Kim."

"I know, I saw it on the satellite feed."

"Then we need to track her."

"No can do, Ron. Whatever that new chip is, it's disrupting Kim's tracking signal."

Ron glowered at Bonnie. "Then I guess it's a good thing Bonnie here knows where they're going." Ron saw that Dr. Bortel was poking his head through the lab door. "Okay, Doc, what does that new chip do, and how do we turn it off?"

"It's a mind control chip with a few Moodulator aspects," the doctor nervously replied.

"Oh great," Ron muttered. "Why is it that, whenever you build some kind of brain scrambling doohickey, it always winds up messing with my wife's head?!"

"I wouldn't be so worried about that right now, young man," Dr. Bortel warned. "Do you know what setting it was on?"

"Well, K was acting like a zombie, so I think it was in mind control mode."

"As long as the emotional manipulating enhancers aren't activated, we'll be fine."

"And if they are?" Ron knew he wouldn't like the answer to that question.

"The mind control and emotional manipulation systems aren't quite compatible yet. It could fry Miss Possi-" Ron cleared his throat in correction at the doctor, "er, that is, Mrs. Stoppable's cerebral cortex."

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Juior's hypersonic plane shot through the sky like a bullet. "Oooooh, this is so exciting. I should get my own remote controlled person more often." Junior read over the various settings for the chip that were listed on the back of the control box. "So this thing can amplify certain emotions. I think I'll try that next. Let's see what happens when I put this on the anger setting." Kim's face twisted from a blank stare to an enraged grimace. "That will be perfect for what I have planned next!"