Thanks to Eddy13, Katsumara and CajunBear73 for reviewing, and all of you out there for reading. And now, new mysteries shall be revealed and new questions posed...

It was a beautifully clear autumn day at the Middleton International Airport. Travelers were happily leaving or returning from summer vacations, and students were either eagerly anticipating or fearfully dreading the return to their various and sundry colleges and universities. That is of course, those that were still standing after the recent Lorwardian attack.

But in Middleton, all was well. Visibility was unlimited, and all flights were exactly on time, including Nippon Airlines Flight 237 from Tokyo.

The pretty young Japanese girl who stepped off of the plane, however, was distracted by her thoughts of the upcoming conflict. Not how she would handle it, of course. She had faith in both her considerable training, her mentors and her friends: especially Team Possible. She was more concerned about what might be the final end of things. She had watched in horror as Yono the Destroyer had turned Rufus, then Sensei, and finally Kim Possible into cold, hard stone. That night still gave her nightmares. But Ron Stoppable and Hana, her dear sweet Hana, had saved the day and averted total disaster.

"Yori!"

The young Ninja was startled out of her reverie by a friendly, familiar face.

"Konichiwa, Kim Possible. How's it hanging?"

Kim cocked an eyebrow at Yori's curious greeting.

"Uh, okay I guess. How's it hangin' with you?"

"Oh, very well, Possible-chan. I have been studying American slang as of late in order to be more..."

She quickly flipped through her tiny notebook. "More, socket?"

Kim cocked the other eyebrow as Yori tried again.

"Chip?"

Understanding came over Kim's face. "I think you mean 'hip,' Yori. And besides, I think that particular slang went out a while back."

Yori gave a slight bow of her head. "Ah. Apologies, Kim Possible. Then what Sensei said is true: I have stepped into the stream, but the water has moved on."

Kim didn't fully understand the analogy, but caught the gist of it anyway.

"If, uh, that's Zenish, then I think so."

Yori smiled in thanks. "So, where is Stoppable-san?"

Kim winced involuntarily. "Sorry, Yori, but Ron-san offers his regrets for not meeting you here since he had, uh, a critical mission to perform..."

Ron carefully donned his special hermetically-sealed suit, designed by none other than Wade, using the most advanced technology at his disposal. He had repeatedly assured Ron that the suit would withstand the terrific fumes that his task would expose him to. Ron then put on his gas mask, the very latest in high-tech army design, courtesy of Mr. Barkin. He had agreed to pull some strings for him in some very high places, but only with proviso that Ron would cease and desist from contacting him ever again regarding any and all romantic advice regarding Kim Possible.

He snapped the last fastener, then put on his gloves, which were able to resist even concentrated hydrochloric acid. He hoped it would be enough. Finally ready, he reached down and unfastened the pin which would release the noxious fumes. He silently prayed that the suit would hold. Looking back up at him were the innocent eyes and joyful smile of his baby sister, Hana.

"Okay, Hada. Dow where does Mobby keep da fresh diapers?"

Hana's changing now accomplished, he took off his protective gear and breathed a deep sigh of relief. Soon Kim and Yori arrived, and Ron greeted them both warmly. Kim still gave him a sly look. "So, mission accomplished, Ron?"

"Yup, KP. Although it was a near-run thing when the hamper accidentally fell over. I thought poor Rufus was gonna pass out."

Rufus plugged his nose and complained, "Eww! Stinky!"

Kim and Yori both laughed.

Immediately feeling a tad sentimental, Ron graced Yori with his warmest smile. "Good to see you again, Yori."

"And you as well, Stoppable-san." However, her own smile faded as soon as she sat down.

Kim asked, "So, Yori, why the sudden visit to Middleton? Sensei was real hush-hush about the reason for the trip, but it sounded serious."

"It is, Kim Possible." She took a deep breath before continuing. "Do you remember your last visit to Yamanouchi?"

Kim froze at the memory. "Uh, yeah. How could I forget being nearly turned into a permanent garden statue, right along with Rufus and Sensei?"

Rufus instantly looked terrified, immediately hiding under the couch.

"Sensei believes that Monkey Fist may once again attempt to seek the path of the Yono and displace Ron as the Mystical Monkey Master, releasing his evil upon all the world."

Ron scoffed, "Uh, hasn't he forgotten a little something? That evil dude followed the path of the Yono straight into the bon-diggety ground right along with Yono's temple after being turned into stone himself!"

But Kim frowned as she recalled something. "Yeah, Ron, but don't you remember that UN ceremony a few months ago honoring Drakken and Shego? I know we weren't there, but I did catch the news broadcast. DNAmy was sitting there right behind Monkey Fist's statue."

"Ooh. So he has been dug up somehow."

Kim shivered. "And probably by DNAmy. I'm sure that she'd love to bring him back to life."

He stuck his tongue out at the distasteful thought. "Eww. Totally wrongsick, but love sure can make people do some strange things."

Kim grinned back. "Yeah. Like date your own sidekick."

Ron self-consciously agreed. "Heh-heh. Ah-booyah!"

He continued with a smirk, "So I guess we shouldn't take his present condition for granite." He snorted, Rufus also reappearing with a snicker. Kim simply rolled her eyes as Yori continued.

"Even so, Sensei has sent me here either to help prevent that from happening, or else to combat Monkey Fist once again, defeating him once and for all. The balance of evil must now be swung in the other direction, lest the world descend again into chaos."

Kim confidently responded, "Well, you can definitely count on us to help, Yori. Team Possible has defeated Monkey Fist before, and we'll do it again if we have to."

She added with a touch of smugness, "It's what we do."

But in spite of Kim's assurances, Yori still felt uneasy. "Yes, but not without much effort, Kim-chan. And if this evil reawakens, will he not be on his guard against us? It won't be just a piece of baked goods this time."

Ron looked perplexed, "Uh, don't you mean cake?"

Kim stifled a laugh.

"Ah, yes, Stoppable-san. Forgive, please. I am endeavoring to familiarize myself with American slang, but it will be awhile I fear before I get the noose of it."

"Uh, you'll get the hang of it pretty quick I'm sure, Yori. You're one sharp fortune cookie."

She giggled at Ron's polite correction. "Hai, but fortune cookie is Chinese. Ninjas, however, are a bit sharper."

Kim laughed, "Nice one, Yori. So, I think we should start by locating DNAmy. Wherever she is, Monkey Fist's statue should probably be close by."

She flipped open her Kimmunicator. "Wade, we need some 411 on DNAmy. Present location, and also if she has Monkey Fist's statue in her possession."

"I'm on it, Kim." His adept fingers quickly typed in the request. "Got it! And she's close by, too. I'm sending the address now."

The address immediately appeared, superimposed on her Kimmunicator's map grid. "Wow, that's less than twenty miles south of here. Thanks Wade. You rock as usual."

He grinned back, "Thanks. Now let's see what I can find out about Monkey Fist."

His hands again flew across the keyboard. "I've just checked shipping company manifests over the past few months, and a crate of just the right size was transported from New York City to DNAmy's exactly three months ago. Now let's see if I can get a current picture of DNAmy's house."

Wade connected with a nearby US spy satellite and made the necessary course adjustments. Immediately, warning klaxons went off in a bunker deep within the USAF Space Command in Colorado Springs.

"Sir! One of our satellites is receiving a course change order, but it's not from us! Could it be the Lorwardians again?"

The commanding officer in charge instantly grabbed a telephone and ordered, "Triangulate the source of that course change! I want to know exactly where it's coming from!"

A moment later he had the answer, and smiled in relief. "Stand down Red Alert. It's just Wade..."

In another moment, Wade had a high resolution picture of DNAmy's backyard. There, in the middle of her garden, stood the unmistakable statue of Monkey Fist. He snickered as he observed a pigeon leaving a little present on the statue's shoulder.

Kim was amazed both at their good fortune and Wade's amazing expertise. "Wow Wade, you rock in Hi-Def!"

Wade smiled smugly. "Hey, it's what I do."

Kim closed the Kimmunicator and triumphantly announced, "Well, we now have our mission, and our target."

Ron quipped, "Yeah! Leave no stone unturned in preventing Monkey Fist from escaping from his rocky path!"

Yori helpfully asked, "Yes, and we shall now pinch this difficulty in the blossom?"

Kim laughed. "Close, Yori. We'll nip this problem in the bud, then you can report total success to Sensei and be back at Yamanouchi before breakfast!"

Yori warned, "But as the saying goes, Kim-chan, do not count your pheasants before they are hatched. I will feel much better after we recover Monkey Fist's statue. Although it may be difficult to believe that he could escape from his stony tomb, anything is possible where such great supernatural evil is concerned."

Kim immediately recalled some of Team Possible's more bizarre adventures, and was forced to agree. "You're right, Yori. But let's not also forget that anything's possible for a Possible, too. So let's roll!"

At that moment, Bates was enjoying a cup of English Breakfast tea, served by the ever effusive DNAmy. "So, Mr. Bates..."

He politely corrected her. "Just Bates, ma'am."

She giggled in reply. "Of course! So, Bates, you've worked for my honey-bunny before?"

"Yes, ma'am. I was his butler. Back in England, his family and mine had been friends for many generations." He sighed sadly and continued, "But once Lord Fiske exhausted the family fortune in order to gain the feet and hands of a monkey, I made the mistake of remaining loyal to him."

DNAmy proudly recollected that event. "Oh, yes! Those radical genetic procedures were my doing, of course. I thought they turned out simply fabulous, don't you?"

"Of course, ma'am," he drolly replied. "Unfortunately, I did several years of hard time in an English prison for my part in assisting in his nefarious deeds. But whilst his conviction was overturned after a successful insanity plea, I languished for years, only being released a few months ago after time off for good behaviour. Alas, I was just too late to prevent his foolish pledge to that rather nasty Yono, and now sadly I find that I have returned to... to that."

He pointed out the window toward her garden, at the statue of Lord Montgomery Fiske.

DNAmy heaved a sad sigh. "Yes, if my sugar-booger hadn't escaped my clutches... er, loving arms, forcing me to pursue him halfway around the world, perhaps he wouldn't have discovered the location of that naughty meanie Yono. The Destroyer indeed! Yono destroyed my last hope of ever finding true happiness when he turned my poor little Monty into stone. But at least I've kept him as close to me as I could, in loving memory."

She tapped her chin in thought. "I've actually been thinking about adding a cute birdbath next to him. What do you think?"

Bates made a rather sour face before responding, "Ma'am, I'm actually here to inform your grace that I may have found a way to restore m'lord to his former self."

DNAmy nearly jumped for joy. "Really? My cute little cuddle buddy, back in the flesh?

She huskily whispered, "Tell me more..."

"Well, to begin with, we'll need your Genomic Sequencer."

She gave a dismissive wave of her hand. "Sorry, Bates, but I've already tried that on my little cuddle monkey. It doesn't work on stone."

"Of course not, m'lady. That's why you'll need this."

Out of his pocket, he pulled a small talisman. The jade monkey glowed with an unearthly light. DNAmy's eyes widened as its green emanations saturated the room.

"I do believe that this mystical object, when combined with your scientifically excellent contraption, shall reconstitute m'lord, and your one true love, into corporeal flesh and blood."

DNAmy clapped her hands together in delightful glee. "Then what are we waiting for, Jeeves? Follow me into my scientific Casbah!"

"That's Bates, ma'am..."

Traffic was at a standstill between Middleton and Lowerton, angry motorists venting their frustration by honking their horns. Kim drummed her fingers in irritation on the steering wheel of her SL Coupe.

Ron commented, "Whoa, KP. I haven't seen traffic this bad since the Labor Day weekend."

"It is the Labor Day weekend, Ron."

"Oh, yeah! I must be remembering last year."

Yori however looked upon the traffic jam with calm equanimity.

"As bad as this may seem, Stoppable-san, it pales in comparison to traffic in downtown Tokyo. I consider myself fortunate to have only occasionally suffered through such trials. But it does give me the time to center myself and practice patience."

Kim grinned back at the young Ninja. "I envy you, Yori. No matter what the stress is, you always remain calm. And I admire that."

Yori bowed her head slightly in thanks for the compliment.

Kim continued, "But there's a time for patience, and a time for action."

She punched a button on the control panel, and the SL Coupe's rockets immediately responded to her command.

"Hold on, everybody..."

The car instantly shot into the sky, leaving a pleasant trail of smoke behind it.

"There. Much better."

But in a rare oversight, Kim hadn't noticed that the rocket fuel levels were near empty. The car sputtered, then began a quick descent back to the ground.

"Oh, just spankin'..."

The SL Coupe landed hard, blowing two tires in the process.

Kim bit her lip in frustration. "nnnNNNGHH!"

But at least some of Yori's patience had rubbed off on Ron, who simply shrugged. "Don't worry, KP. We can just ask Wade to arrange for a ride while we wait for a tow truck. No big, like you say. Besides, what could happen in just a few hours?"

Those words would soon come back to haunt both him and the rest of Team Possible.

Huge sparks shot out, and the smell of ozone hung heavily in the air. The timer rang, and DNAmy slowly opened the smoking door.

"I really must get that microwave fixed. Care for an English muffin?" She offered Bates a charred piece of nearly unrecognizable toast.

"No, thank you," he politely replied.

"Well then, let's get started. I so hate to work on an empty stomach."

She opened the door to her secret downstairs lab and flipped on the lights, revealing the Genomic Sequencer and its huge transformation chamber. With much effort, they carefully hauled the statue of Monkey Fist downstairs and placed him within the chamber. Finally, she placed the talisman in a compartment within the sequencer and quickly activated the controls. A green light shot out, bathing the chamber in its sickly, supernatural light. But the talisman had inadvertently amplified the power requirements of the device. The incredible power consumption quickly began absorbing the necessary energy from the surrounding power grid. One by one, huge emergency switches began to trip in every one of the local power substations. Within seconds, the entire tri-city area was totally without power.

Emergency generators in DNAmy's sub-basement immediately kicked in. The emergency lighting bathed the laboratory in an even more unearthly glow than before, but DNAmy hardly noticed. She was focused on one thing, and one thing only. She held her breath as the drab gray interlocking clamshell doors slowly opened, and a man clad in a black gi with monkey-like hands and feet slowly stumbled out of the chamber.

"Wh-where am I?" He looked up in both surprise and fear. "DNAmy? What in the world am I doing here?"

She smiled back with a toothy grin. "Welcome back to the land of the living, monkey puddin' and pie!"

TBC

Now that Monkey Fist is back among the living, what will this spell for Kim, Ron and Yori? And what evil surprises are in store for both Monkey Fist and Team Possible? Update soon... And don't forget to read the other fine stories in Whitem's MMP Challenge!