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I.
"He can't make me talk, can he?" Ron anxiously asked Hank.
"Well, no …" the young attorney replied, eliciting a sigh of relief from Ron. "However, he can compel you to take the stand. Of course, once there, you can invoke your Fifth Amendment rights."
"But if Ronald does that, the jury's going to assume he has something to hide," James observed.
"True," Hank agreed. "There may be a way we can avoid this, however …" Hank said as he explained his idea to Ron and the Possibles.
II.
"Freaky!" Adrena Lynn said as she looked up to see a jump-suited Kim Possible being led into her cell.
"This so cannot be happening," the teen grumbled.
"Look at it this way," the guard said helpfully. "This should be worth a reduction in your sentence."
"Spankin'" Kim said as the cell door was locked behind her.
III.
Ron's worries about Kim's sitch had grown exponentially now that his ambitious cousin was involved. The tow-headed sidekick headed to Bueno Nacho, hoping some cheese-soaked snackage would set his mind at ease.
The moment he walked through the front door of his favorite Tex-Mex eatery, he knew something was off. It wasn't so much that he was there without his best friend, which was in and of itself strange; it was the way everyone was looking at him.
The first people he noticed looking at him differently were his long-time tormentors from D Hall.
"Hey, guys," he said nervously, fearing that he was about to be relieved of his Naco money.
"Uh, hey, Stoppable," one of them said before the gang hurriedly retreated to a booth in the rear of the restaurant.
"That's weird," Ron said to Rufus, who was perched on his shoulder. "Good, I guess, but weird."
"Uh huh, weird," Rufus agreed.
The young man and his diminutive companion approached the counter. "Hi Ned!" Ron said.
"Welcome to Bueno Nacho," Ned said with what Ron would have sworn was – a mixture of fear and admiration? "May I take your order?"
"Hmmmm," Ron replied. "I'll have a Naco, grande sized, with two chimmeritos and a Slurpster. What about you, Rufus?"
"Cheese!"
"You heard the man," Ron said to Ned.
"Got it," the counterman said. "That'll be $8.95." Ron handed over a ten; Ned returned his change.
As Ron waited for his food, he felt distinctly uncomfortable; it was as if he was being watched. He wondered if he'd done anything to draw attention to himself and looked down. Much to his relief, his cargoes weren't on backwards. A few moments later, Ned brought his order to the counter.
"So, what's it like?" the geeky young man with an adenoid problem asked in what he hoped was a conspiratorial voice.
"Uh, what's what like?" Ron asked.
"You know."
"Nope. I'm pretty sure I don't. In fact, I'm sure I don't."
"Ron, you have street cred," Ned explained, awe filling his voice.
"I do?"
Ned slapped his forehead, unable to believe that Ron, who'd been made a BN assistant manger in less time than anyone else in corporate history, could be so dense. "You're the sidekick to the now-infamous Kim Possible! Who knows what mayhem you're capable of?"
"What do you mean by now-infamous? Kim's been famous for a long time," Ron replied, causing Ned to slap his forehead again. "Wait a minute," Ron continued as he began to understand what Ned was implying, "you're telling me that just because KP's in jail – unfairly I might add – people think I'm trouble?"
"Well, you do follow her lead and go everywhere with her. So, if she's bad news, you must be, too."
"You think?"
"I know," Ned said.
Rufus nodded. "Uh huh."
Ron thought of that as he headed to the booth he usually shared with Kim.
"So, the Ronster's got some street cred," the tow-headed teen said as he settled into his seat. "Well, Rufus, you know what they say."
"Uh uh," the naked mole rat admitted.
"Use it or lose it," Ron explained.
Rufus scratched his head.
"I think it's time to pay a visit to my buds from D Hall," Ron explained, a wicked glint in his eye.
Before he could do that, however, someone came to see him: Tara.
"Hi, Ron," the usually cheerful blonde cheerleader said.
"Hi, Tara," he said.
"Mind if I sit down?" she asked, a note of concern in her voice.
"No, no, not at all," he said, sure Kim wouldn't mind him sharing their booth with Tara; after all, they were all cheer squad buds. "So, whassup?"
"Well, actually, I wanted to ask you the same question," she replied. "I know how tight you and Kim are."
"We have been best friends since Pre-K," Ron said with pride. "You know, it's kind of strange not hangin' with her."
"I bet," Tara said before pausing. "Maybe," she continued, "while Kim's, um, away, we could hang together …"
Ron blinked twice as his brain processed what he'd just heard. "Uh, well, yeah, sure," he finally said, still wondering if he should pinch himself to confirm he wasn't dreaming. "That'd be, uh, badical."
"Great!" Tara said enthusiastically. "We could see a movie."
"A movie?" Ron stammered. "You want to see a movie?"
"It'd be fun! And maybe we could get some pizza at J.P. Bearymore's."
"You want to go to J.P. Bearymore's?" Ron spluttered. "W-with me?"
Tara blushed. "I know it's a kids' place, but …"
"No! No!" Ron interjected, waving his hands. "I'm all about J.P. Bearymore's!"
"Really?" Tara asked.
"Oh, yeah. You know," he said enthusiastically, "I came for the games but stayed for the burnt pizza smell—"
"I love the burnt pizza smell!" Tara interjected.
"No way!" Ron said.
"Way!" Tara squealed.
"Well, there's only one thing to say to that," Ron stated firmly.
"What?" Tara asked.
"Booyah!"
IV.
"I always knew you were an extreme fake," Adrena Lynn taunted her cellmate.
Kim snorted. "Pot calling the kettle black much?" she retorted as she lay on her bunk; she'd been staring at the ceiling as she worried about her brothers and what mischief they might get up to in her room during her absence.
"I think not," Adrena Lynn said. "You're nothing but a vigilante cheerleader who takes the law into her own hands."
"I am so not a vigilante!" Kim shot back. "I help people!"
"Try telling that to a jury, Miss I Can Steal Anything," Kim's freaky bunkmate said smugly.
"I did not steal anything!" Kim protested.
"That's not what they're saying in the exercise yard," Adrena Lynn countered.
"Wait, I'm prison gossip?" Kim asked incredulously.
"It's been a slow week," the former extreme stunt personality explained. "Anyway, word is you've been boosting stuff for years."
"That's so flawed!" Kim yelled. "I have to baby sit so I can have some cash!"
"So you say, Miss Goody Two Shoes Teen Who Supposedly Saves The World," Adrena Lynn said, using air quotes. "That could all be a cover for your work with Crime Incorporated."
"I so cannot believe this," Kim said, her exasperation clear.
"Freaky, isn't it?" Adrena asked with a wicked smile. "If only I'd done an expose on you …"
V.
"Admit it. You are jealous." Dementor said before he took a sip of his double latte.
"I am not," Drakken said petulantly as he dipped his biscotti into his half-caf mocha frappuccino.
"Do you think I cannot see the lies coming from your mouth?" Dementor asked. "You are filled vith ze envy."
"Am not."
"Are too," Dementor sing-songed.
"I am not!" Drakken protested.
"Give it up, Doc," his lippy long-time sidekick said as she sat down with her black coffee. "You're jealous."
"Not helping, Shego," Drakken said through gritted teeth.
"I've gotta give you your props," she said to Dementor. "Princess in prison. I love it."
"Princess in prison. I love it," Drakken mimicked.
"Vhat iss this, the kindergarten?" Dementor asked.
"She wouldn't be in jail if it weren't for me, Doctor Drakken!" the blue-skinned mad scientist declared.
"And how vould this be so?" Dementor asked.
"If I hadn't tricked Kim Possible into steal— uh, misappropriating—your teleportation device—"
"It iss a TRANSPORTULATOR!" Dementor shrieked.
"Whatever. You say tomayto, I say tomahto," Drakken said dismissively. "The fact is, without my brilliant plan, Kim Possible would never have broken the law and therefore would not be in the hoosegow."
"Fine," Dementor said with a roll of the eyes. "And for your brilliancy you vould like vhat? A medal?"
"Yes!" Drakken declared as he stood up in triumph. "I mean no. All I want is …"
"Vhat?"
"The world!"
"I hear a lot of talk but I don't see anyone doing the walk," Shego observed.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Drakken asked.
"Kimmie is locked up in the pokey. So what do you do? Take advantage of her absence to launch a new plot? Nooooooooo, you sit here drinking coffee."
"I will have you know I am not just drinking coffee," Drakken said heatedly.
"You could sure fool me," Shego said.
"If you were more observant, you would realize that I am currently devising my greatest scheme ever!"
"Uh huh," Shego said as she got up.
"Where are you going?" Drakken asked.
"Well," she answered. "I observe a bank across the street. And since Kim Possible is in the big house, I think I'm going to make a withdrawal."
"Wait," Drakken said as he looked out the window and saw the local Tri-City Credit Union. "I thought you banked at Go City Savings."
"I do," Shego said.
"Then, oh …" Drakken said as he realized what Shego was going to do. "Do you, uh, think you could get me some?"
VI.
Kim walked into the prison rec room, ferociously grateful to be free of Adrena Lynn's company, if even for only an hour. She discretely took in her surroundings, wanting to know if any of the other villains she'd tangled with were inside; none, she soon saw, were.
She noticed a magazine rack and walked towards it. While Kim didn't expect to see a copy of Spirit Squad Weekly, she hoped she'd find something worth reading. She had begun looking through the periodicals when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned and saw a tall, homely, burly woman whose nickname she would later learn was Tiny.
"Can I help you?" Kim asked.
"Aren't you precious?" Tiny asked with a sneer, causing Kim to bristle.
"No, I'm Kim Possible," the incarcerated teen hero said as she removed the woman's hand from her shoulder.
"More like Kim Prisoner," Tiny japed, eliciting laughter from some of the other inmates.
Kim arched an eyebrow. "Let me guess. You passed yourself off as a comedian and they locked you up for fraud," she said coolly, earning 'oooohs' and 'aaaaahs' from the assembled crowd.
"Twinkie, you are going down," Tiny said menacingly.
"You so didn't call me Twinkie," Kim snarled.
"I sure did, Twinkie," Tiny said as she cracked her knuckles. "And now I think it's time for someone to teach you what's up."
Kim seethed at the dissing. Though she was surrounded by her fellow inmates and numerous guards, she knew already she'd have to handle this sitch on her own. "You talk tough," the incarcerated teen hero said, knowing that if she didn't defend herself, her time in prison would become even more of a waking nightmare. "Bring it."
Tiny looked at Kim through narrowed eyes, then made her move.
To be continued …
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