By Galaxy1001D
Kim
Possible and other Disney characters
are © Disney Co.
In a cheerfully lit Disney studio, Kim and Ron sat in director's chairs while Rufus was perched in a tiny chair placed on a little table in between them. A large screen displaying Wade in his room was on the wall behind them.
"Hey, gang," greeted Kim. "Welcome back to 'Ask Team Possible.' There's only a few more days until brand new episodes of Disney's Kim Possible are on the air and to celebrate we are going to answer some of the most frequently asked questions by viewers like you." She nodded to Ron.
"Last year we asked for e-mails from our viewers who may have questions about the show," Ron smiled as he took up the narrative. "We were amazed at all of the questions we received. Are you ready to start answering them, Kim?"
"You bet," replied the crusading cheerleader. "Wade, the first question, please."
"Okay guys," said the image of Wade behind them. "Acosta Perez Jose Romiro of Cancun, Mexico wants to know if Ron is still receiving his Naco royalties."
"Well are you, Mister Moneybags?" teased Kim.
"Well," said Ron, rolling his eyes. "Since Drakken took over Bueno Nacho, what do you think, Acosta?"
"We're broke," chirped the naked mole rat seated on the table between them.
"Too bad, Ron," teased Kim. "You could have bought a giant naco in the shape of a naco with it."
"C'mon Kim," protested Ron. "I may have been loose with my money but I've learned my lesson. There's no need to rub it in."
"Oh yeah," Kim smiled skeptically. "Sure you have. Ah-huh. We'll see. Next question Wade, please and thank you."
"Okay," said Wade. "CSI Go of Germany asks 'Why is Senor Senior Junior nearly as good as Shego in Two to Tutor? Some things I eat in the morning are smarter than that guy for cryin' out loud!'" At this, all the members of Team Possible shared a laugh.
"That's a good question," said Kim. "I had no idea that Shego was such a good teacher."
"Maybe Junior just needed motivation," smirked Ron. "I'd elaborate, but we might lose our G rating."
"Ron!" Kim put her hands on her hips. "Grow up, will you?"
"Maybe I will if you motivate me," smirked Ron.
"Ron, we are supposed to be dating in season four," said Kim. "You wouldn't want that to change, would you?"
Ron's eyes bulged out as he sat up in his chair. "I'm growing up now, Kay-pee!" His arm raised in an involuntary salute.
Even Rufus sat up erect in his little chair and saluted. "Yup, yup, growing up," he squeaked.
Kim leaned back smugly in her chair. "Okay, Wade, what's the next question?"
"You aren't gonna like it," snickered the young super-genius. "This question is for Ron. Jim Qwilleran of Mooseville who asks: 'What is the deal with Ron's pants? After all this time, hasn't he bought a belt that works? Why do is trousers keep falling down?'"
Kim put her hand over her mouth and smiled. Rufus let out an inquisitive squeak and peered up at Ron. The blonde boy squirmed in his chair as if his pants were trying to escape from his legs at that very moment.
"I don't know!" Ron cried. "I've tried belts and suspenders, and they still fall off! If they don't fall down they get ripped! Sometimes I lose everything but my boxers! I don't understand it!"
"Maybe I can help," said the huge image of Wade. The two teens and the mole rat turned to look at him. "Now this is just a theory, but I think that it's tied to your Mystical Monkey Power."
"What do you mean?" protested Ron. "My MMP is making my pants fall down? I just knew that Mystical Monkey Power was sick and wrong!"
"No, no," Wade assured him. "It has to do with chaos theory and karma."
"What-what and what-what?" sputtered the confused boy.
"I think he means luck, Ron," said Kim.
"Oh, right, luck," said Ron. "I've always been lucky."
"That's right," said Wade, "but your Mystical Monkey Power has been prioritizing your luck." When he saw the blank looks of the others he attempted to clarify. "Ron, you've been able to dodge attacks that would kill combat veterans. You manage to find clues by accident and you can foil a villain's plot just by tripping over your own feet."
"You're like Inspector Clouseau without the accent," giggled Kim.
"What does this have to do with my pants falling down?" Ron crossed his arms over his chest in irritation.
"Well, I think that your luck has to even out," replied Wade. "When you go on missions, your good luck manifests in situations that really matter. Life or death situations. To make up for it, you experience bad luck that is harmless, but makes you look foolish. Hence, your pants problem."
"Is there any way to stop this, Wade?" asked Ron.
Wade rubbed the back of his neck in thought. "Well, if you quit risking your neck on a regualr basis, your good luck would manifest in your everyday life. Maybe your pants would stay up, but maybe you would win the lottery and your pants would still fall down on national televison."
"Quit risking my life on a regular basis? But that would mean giving up the missions!" Ron protested. "No thanks! That would leave Kim all alone with no backup! I'll settle for the embarassment so Kim won't be caught with her pants down!" Kim gave him a strange look. "Er, heh-heh, so to speak." He chuckled sheepishly.
"On the plus side, offered Wade. "Your Mystical Monkey Power seems to allow you to fight like Jackie Chan."
"Really?" Kim was dubious. "Like Jackie Chan?"
"Yeah." Wade took a sip of his soda. "When he gets in a fight, he looks so comical that nobody notices that he's winning."
"Oh," said Kim. "That makes sense, I guess…"
"Oh yeah!" Ron raised his fist in triumph. "I fight like Jackie Chan!" His arms made kung-fu and karate motions as he emitted strange martial arts cries. "Whaaaa…Yi-yi-yi!"
Kim rolled her eyes. "Uh, Wade? Next question?"
"Coming right up, Kim," smiled Wade. "Frank Castle of New York has a good one. 'Dear Kim and Ron, in the episode where you switched brains, was it awkward when you had to get dressed or go to the bathroom? The episode didn't address those issues.' Guys?"
"Nah, it wasn't that bad," Ron waved his arm in dismissal.
"So not the drama," agreed Kim. "It was no big. We just got dressed and went to the restroom like everyone else."
"Yeah," Ron shrugged. "Having to do Kim's cheerleading technique was a lot harder than simply changing clothes."
"The biggest challenge of going to the bathroom in Ron's body was trying not to enter the girl's room by mistake," blushed Kim. "Old habits die hard."
On the monitor behind them Wade showed concern as he gazed at his computer screen. "Uh-oh, guys. I just got a hit from a J.T. Possible of Middleton."
"Jay-Tee Possible?" Ron's brow wrinkled in thought. "Is that a relative of yours, Kim?"
"Ya think?" said Kim sarcastically.
"Oh, I forgot your dad's middle initial is 'tee'," smiled Ron. "So what's his question?"
Wade's face grew pale. "Uhh, brace yourself guys. Its kind of related to the last question."
"Just spit it out, Wade," snapped Kim.
"Okay," gulped the juvenile genius. "He writes: 'Dear Ronald and Kimmie-cub, in the question about the time that you switched brains you indicated that you were quite comfortable with intimate duties such as dressing or using the restroom. Does that mean that you two were already familiar with each other's bodies before getting your brains switched?'" Wade looked at the rest of the team in concern.
Kim's eyes were as wide as saucers when she realized the implications of the question. "Oh! Um, uh, yeah, it was awkward!"
"I-I had to change clothes with my eyes closed!" Ron stammered nervously. "And when I went to the can I sat down and didn't see a thing!"
"Oh yeah," stuttered Kim, obviously flustered. "Going to the bathroom was a nightmare all right! And boy was it embarrassing to change clothes! Oh yeah, it was weird all right!" She laughed weakly.
Ron picked up Rufus, curled up into a fetal position and stroked his pet nervously.
"Oh boy are we in trouble…" he muttered.
"Oh uh, tune in to the Disney Channel next Saturday to see four new episodes of Disney's Kim Possible!" said Kim with exaggerated cheerfulness. "That's all the time we have now! Join us again for the next installment of Ask Team Possible!"
"We're dead," moaned Ron.
END