Disclaimer: I don't own any of the character, situations or locations from the television series Kim Possible. I also don't own the rights to any of the songs mentioned in this chapter. I reap no monetary gains from the use of any of those things. I write for the strict enjoyment of the process and to fritter away my waning years on this mortal coil.
Author's Note: This story stems solely from the following quote: "Tell me, O Muse, of the ingenious hero who traveled far and wide..." Homer - The Odyssey.
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Travel
Chapter 3
Hawaii
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The Roth SL Coupe drove up to the standard yellow police tape, one block away from the building, that cordoned off the Mahe Mahe Record Company. Refreshed by the long nap and a quick run through the drive-up window of the only Hilo city Bueno Nacho, Ron and Kim got out of the car and, after getting directions from one of the cops manning the barricades, walked over to the officer in charge.
"Thank Pele you were able to arrive so quickly, Kim Possible," the large policeman said, evoking the Goddess of the Volcanoes, when he spotted the couple walking up to him.
"It's no big Officer..." Kim waved off as she looked at the man's uniform and spotted his name tag, "...Kilauea. What's the current sitch?"
"Senor Senior Senior and his son are currently in the recording studio on the second floor," the police officer said as he pointed to one specific corner of the four story building with windows only on the first and fourth floors. Soundproof studios occupied the entire second and third floors so there were no outside windows on those particular levels. "All of the employees have been evacuated from the building but we can't enter because there are two large Spinning Tops guarding the front and back entrances that we can't get past."
"And you couldn't, say, just blow the suckers up?" Rom queried in his typical Ronnish fashion as he pointed over to the well armed S.W.A.T. team waiting in the wings up the street.
"The S.W.A.T. team has already tried to bring them down," the officer said with a sigh. "Bullets just bounce right off them and if we use high explosives, it would probably bring the whole building down. The Tops have already torn up the lobby's tile floor and destroyed some of the support columns in there."
"We'll see what we can do," Kim said as she started running toward the building. "Come on, Ron."
"Right behind ya, KP," Ron answered as he caught up to the rapidly racing redhead.
As they approached the building, Kim and Ron heard Junior's recording session blaring over the the building's outside speakers. Accompanied by a ukulele, the buff-bodied boy was trying to sing the classic Hawaiian song Tiny Bubbles, and doing a horrendous job of it. Junior was singing every single note off key and was screeching most of the high ones.
"I'm surprised that Junior's voice hasn't brought the building down by itself," Ron quipped as the two teens peered around a corner and saw one of the Spinning Tops of Doom in the front lobby, just inside the large entryway, and the second one guarding the back entrance. "But I suppose that only happens with glass."
"Ron, you're a genius," Kim enthused as she turned on her Kimmunicator wrist watch. As soon as their tech genius appeared on the screen, she asked, "Wade, what are the chances that you can amplify Junior's voice and redirect it to disable the Spinning Tops?"
"You mean you want an amplified, narrow beam, ultra high frequency sonic pulse that you can use to scramble the internal mechanisms of the tops," Wade said as he rapidly typed on his keyboard. "That's brilliant! Just hold the Kimmunicator out so I can record Junior's voice."
"It was Ron's idea," Kim said, giving him his due as she coyly winked at her beau.
"Hey, I can cook, too," Ron proudly stated as he casually polished the fingernails of one hand on his shirt and then admired them.
"Don't go all big heady on me again, The Ron," Kim playfully chided her boyfriend with a sly smile and a jaunty elbow poke to his ribs.
It took only a minute before Wade had the bit of recording he needed and he told Kim to enter the building. As soon as she stepped in the door, the Spinning Top immediately moved forward to attack her. The redhead pointed the wrist device at the huge menace. She tried to cover her ears as best as she could as one of Junior's high pitched screeches came out of the powerful speaker of the Kimmunicator. The Spinning Top of Doom stopped its forward motion and violently shuddered as multiple bangs, pops, thuds and a grinding noise came from inside before it toppled over, never to move again.
While Kim was handling the titanic terrible toy at the front door, Ron circled around to the back entrance and did the same thing to the Spinning Top there with his hand held unit. As soon as the two gigantic tops were taken care of, three police officers, Officer Kilauea in the lead, ran over to join Kim and Ron as they hurried up to the second floor.
The two teens and three cops burst into the sound booth and saw Senor Senior Senior sitting at the console. Junior was standing behind a glass window, headphones clasped to his head with both hand, singing his heart out.
Senior slowly swiveled the chair around at the commotion behind him, smiled and begged, "Miss Possible, Mr. Stoppable! To what do I own the pleasure of your company on this fine day?"
"It's over Senor Senior... Senior," Kim barked at the silver-haired gentleman. "You are so busted." At the same time, Rufus scampered onto the sound board, found the main volume control and turned down the nauseous noise coming from Junior.
"My dear Miss Possible," Senior said with a bit of hurt in his voice, "I do not know what you are talking about. Junior and I are only here to record his latest smash album. It will surely go to the top of the charts in a few days after it is released."
"Father!" Junior's whiny, grating voice was barely heard through the glass partition. He was peering warily at, and violently shaking, his headphones. "I do not hear the music track and I still have one more whole stanza and refrain to sing. Is there something wrong with the equipment? Do you wish for me to perform another take?"
One of the other cops entered the sound proof booth and brought Junior out to join his father. Kim looked over to the Euro hunk that was a few crepes short of a Suzette and said, "You're under arrest, Junior, for breaking in to this building, terrorizing the employees and causing damage to the lobby."
"I must protest," Senior indignantly sniffed as he tried to stand up. He was unceremoniously shoved back into his chair by Officer Kilauea. "We have done no such thing. Junior and I only came to this fine establishment to, as you would say, cut a record."
"So the spinning Tops of Doom in the lobby aren't yours?" Ron indignantly begged. "That is so your Motor of Operation."
"Modus Operandi," Rufus corrected his big buddy from his position on the sound board.
"Yeah, that to," Ron said, nodding and pointing to his little buddy.
"We did not bring any of our Top that do the spinney, whirly thing with us," Junior blustered with an air of superiority, ignoring the exchange between Ron and Rufus. "We left them to guard our house on the island." His right hand went to his temple and his index finger scratched as he pensively added, "Although our private plane was fairly crowded with a big tarp covered thingy in the cabin. I do not know what it was but my Bonnie should know. She was the one who arranged for it to be brought on board for the trip. Come to think about it, she is also the one who arranged this recording session."
"Bonnie?" Kim asked in astonishment. "As in Bonnie Rockwaller?"
"Why yes!" Junior brightened in acknowledgment of his girlfriend of only a few months. "She has taken over everything in the household since father hasn't been feeling up to it." His finger went to his temple again and made a covert circular motion, indication Senor Senior Senior was starting to go a little daft in the dome.
"Wait," Ron interrupted again. "Isn't Bonnie suppose to be in Middleton attending summer school?"
"Why yes," Junior sadly said with a frown. "But the school of summer does not start for another week so we are using this time to get ready for our nuptials after she graduates. She is out shopping for her wedding gown and a few baubles as we speak."
"We need to find her, immediately," Kim said, turning to Officer Kilauea. "She my height, has a brown shaggy haircut and teal colored eyes, and she is deeply tanned."
"There's no need to search for her," Officer Kilauea chuckled. "She's waiting in one of our squad cars right now. She tried to break through the police lines saying that she wanted to get to her family and we told her to wait until the situation was clear. She then threw a fit and insisted on waiting in a squad car for the air conditioning, because she thought it was too hot outside."
"Yep! That sounds like our Bon Bon," Ron chuckled.
"Oh, and we can also add copyright infringement to these two," Officer Kilauea said to Kim as they escorted the two handcuffed Seniors out of the room. He held up a master CD taken from the sound board and clarified. "They didn't arrange to pay for the use of Tiny Bubbles, Honolulu City Lights and Aloha Oe among a few other songs that they were recording."
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The teenage duo found Bonnie sitting in the back seat of an idling squad car admiring a lavishly gaudy, white wedding dress and an overly ostentatious, twelve carat diamond ring. The brunette became livid when Officer Kilauea unceremoniously shoved the Seniors in the back seat with her and locked the doors.
Kim and Ron were just getting in the Sloth when they heard the inevitable four tones of the Kimmunicator. Kim turned the dashboard unit on and tiredly said, "What's the sitch, Wade?"
"I'm sorry to do this to you," Wade preambled, "but Falsetto Jones is in Australia robbing a diamond mine.
"At least we haven't taken off to head back to Middleton yet," Ron grumbled, knowing that they were now going to be heading in the opposite direction from home.
"We're on our way," Kim sighed as she turned the car around and headed for the freeway out of town so they would have ample room to take off to the skies.
"KP, maybe we should stop at a department store before we leave the island and pick up a coupla pillows and a blanket," Ron suggested as the car made its way through the light downtown traffic. "If we're gonna sleep in the car so much, we might as well get comfortable."