Author's Note: Okay, now here is an important point about writing for TV sitcoms. There is always that couple that the majority of the audience what to shove together, in this case, Kim and Ron. However, it's the anticipation and tension that makes a story like that fun. In other words you must taunt the reader, but never give them what they want. Taunt people, taunt! Sorry, I've just read too many "fluff" pieces. Enjoy being taunted.

PS: Can someone tell me- Kim's Nana is her father's mother, right? Also if I get something wrong please correct me.

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Bueno Nacho:

Kim and Monique sit next to each other in one of the booths. Across from them,

Ron is busy devouring a grande burrito. In the middle of a bite Ron's cheeks puff out in

shock, while Monique's jaw drops in disbelief. "No way," says Monique, "They didn't!"

"Oh, they did," responds Kim.

Still in disbelief, Monique's eyes slightly widen. "You're not going to do it are

you?" asks Monique.

"Well, someone has to find out what Drakken is up to," interjects Ron.

Continuing, he leans back in the booth, "Though I must say Kim, I think GJ has gone off

the deep end on this one. Your dad is going to go crazy." Finished with his thought, Ron

returns to eating his burrito.

Kim places her elbows on the table, and resting her chin on her hands, smiles. "I

completely agree Ron. That's why I told them you would take Will's place."

A violent expulsion of air from Ron's lungs interrupted his chewing, spewing his

burrito all over the table. "Ughk, bruchk," a mixture of coughing and choking emanates

from Ron's mouth. Violent wheezing begins as the choking fit continues. Ron's eyes

bug out as his arms begin waving franticly.

Meanwhile, Monique is stunned. Shocked, she questions Kim, "You, and Ron?"

Choking and wheezing continues in the background. "It's not for real," protests Kim.

The background noise has been reduced to a steady wheeze. "I know," says

Monique. Tilting her head uneasily she continues, "but... " Monique starts shaking her

head, "I know you and Ron have been friends for a long time, but it's still, you know,

weird."

Ron is folded over as he struggles for air, one hand at his throat, the other

grasping at the edge of the table. His wheezing continues. "Huh?" awakened from his

nap Rufus peeks out of Ron's shirt pocket. "Yipes!" Moving quickly, Rufus scrambles

up to Ron's back and smacks him between the shoulder blades.

"Puhh," Ron begins gasping for breath as his choking fit subsides. After a few

gulps of air, Ron speaks weakly, "Thanks buddy." Extending his hand, Rufus gives him

five.

"No probem," says Rufus.

Ron turns to face Kim and Monique, "Okay, did I hear you right, Kim? You and

me – married? Am I cursed? Or are you trying to make all my childhood nightmares

come true?"

"Gee, thanks," replies Kim with a surly tone.

Ron is too worked up to notice Kim's response. "First monkey ninjas, then Return

to Camp Wanaweep, and now this!" Ron spreads his arms wide, exasperation on his face,

"Ever since we started the 'saving the world thing' it seems like you pick missions that

force me to face my worst fears." Slamming his palms on the table, Ron glares at Kim as

he makes this accusation.

Kim's face conceals her irritation. "What a minute," interjects Monique,

"Marring Kim is your worst fear?"

Kim starts to explain, "It wasn't – "

Ron overrides her, "She used to threaten me with it every time I won an argument

– and then she'd laugh at me," Ron finishes with an indignant look at Kim.

"Ron – " A little tweakedness leaks through Kim's composure.

Ron interrupts her again, "Don't Ron me. You're still angry that I told your dad.

That's why you're doing this," Ron starts tensing with paranoia, "You're still trying to

get back at me!"

Now Kim is angry, "It took two years before my dad stopped teasing me about it!

You have no idea how embarrassing it was!"

Before Ron can respond, Monique interrupts. "Whoa – Kim, you told Ron you

were going to marry him?"

Kim stares blankly in to space, her mouth moving as she struggles to find a

response. "We were eight!" she finally protests to the air over Ron's shoulder.

"Besides," Kim continues as she turns to face Monique, "I only did it because it made

him run away screaming."

*FLASHBACK

Eight-year-olds Ron and Kim sit on the couch in a living room. Ron closes the

book they're looking at with a snap; the title Nursery Tales can be seen on the cover.

"See, I told you," gloats Ron, "The Moon is made of green cheese."

"My Dad's a rocket scientist, and he says it's not," protests Kim.

"You said if I could find it in a book that you'd admit I'm right," says Ron with a

smirk, "I did, so now you have to agree with me."

"I didn't think you'd actually find one," sulks Kim as Ron begins a chant.

"I'm right, and you're wrong. I'm right and you're wrong," laughs Ron excitedly.

Slowly Kim smiles. "It's okay," says Kim breezily, "when we grow up you'll

have to do what I say and agree with me all the time," Kim cocks her head, an evil grin

spreading across her face, "because..."

Ron freezes in fear, holding the book in front of him as shield. Ron begins

backing up as he waves his hands franticly. "No! No! Don't say it! I was wrong. You're

right, it's made of blue cheese not green!" shouts Ron as Kim begins her sing-song chant.

"I'm gonna marry you," Kim taunts, grinning at Ron's reaction.

"Ahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahhahahahahahha," as Ron screams he drops

the book, slaps his hands over his ears, and squeezes his eyes shut. Without ceasing to

scream he begins running in ever widening circles. "Ahahahahahahahahahahahahhaha – "

Ron's scream is abruptly cut off as he slams into a chair and tumbles to the floor. Kim

can be heard laughing uproariously in the background.

*END FLASHBACK

Ron sulks grouchily, but Kim's head rests on her hand as she smiles in fond

reminiscence. She turns to Monique again, "It was even funnier than the time Ron

thought the squirrels were in league with the monkeys."

"Monkeys! Monkeys! Who! What! Where!" Ron hunches up protectively,

bringing his arms in front of his face, punctuating each word with a karate- like shift of

his arms. His eyes search everywhere for danger. Claming he glares at Kim, "That was

so not funny."

Startled, Monique looks at Ron, "I thought you were over your fear of monkeys?"

Ron draws himself up and speaks with great dignity, "Just because one has

triumphed – " Out of the corner of his eye, Ron catches Kim rolling her eyes, and repeats

himself as he raises his finger into the air. "Yes I say Triumphed!" People in the

restaurant turn to look as Ron rises to his feet, "over the ULTIMATE EVIL!" Pausing,

Ron sits calmly, "does not mean one wants to do it every day," picking up his second

burrito he continues, "particularly in the place where one eats."

"Uh huh," agrees Rufus with a nod.

Kim's face is buried in her hands, while Monique stares at Ron in amazement. As

the other diners return to their meals, Kim peaks out from behind her hands. "Are we

done with the drama now?" she asks Ron.

Ron sighs, "Okay, I guess it doesn't really matter." He scowls at Kim, "you

already make me do what you say anyway."

"I do not!" as Kim protests, Ron and Monique share a look. Noticing, Kim takes

deep breath, and decides to let it go this time. Ignoring the subject, Kim continues,

"Unfortunately, GJ insists that Will be in on the mission." Twisting away from Monique,

Kim coquettishly looks over her shoulder, "So I need someone to pose as his wife."

Monique stares at Kim in confusion before comprehension dawns, "Ohhh no!

Hold it right there sister! I am way past playing house," says Monique firmly.

Kim continues as if she hadn't heard, "We'll have next door rooms so Ron will

sleep with Will and you can sleep with me." Kim puts on her puppy pout, "It'll be fun."

Monique squeezes her eyes shut to block out Kim's pout, "Ohh, Arrgh. All

right!" As Moniquie opens her eyes her shoulders sag in defeat. She shakes her head as

Kim lets out a cry of triumph and gives Monique a hug.

"What a minute," says Ron warily, "You mean I have to sleep in the same room

as Will Du?" Ron considers for a moment, "Alright, but he better not wear that shocky

thingy to bed!"