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Kim unbuckled her seatbelt as Air Force One landed. "Thanks for the lift, Mr. President!"

"No problem, Kim. If you hadn't helped settle that debate in the Senate, we'd never have gotten that bill passed. You know, Kim, you oughta consider running for president yourself one day."

"Me, president?" Kim acted embarrassed. "No way! I mean, I've never thought about it…"

"Never thought about it?" Echoed Ron. "In Kindergarten you dressed up as George Washington for Career Day!"

"That's enough, Ron!" Kim said through her teeth as she grabbed his arm. "Let's go!"

As Ron began to descend the steps behind her, the President called out, "Just one moment please, Ronald."

Ron turned. "Yes, Mr. President?"

The President drummed his fingers on his arm rest. "I believe you have my Nacos."

Ron grinned abashed. "Oh, these?" He laughed, pulling a Bueno Nacho bag out from behind his back. "How'd these get here?"

Rufus climbed up on Ron's shoulder. He slid his right pointer claw against his left three times. "Shame, shame!" He scolded.

Outside, Kim breathed in the air. "Ah, good old Washington! I love it here! It's as American as apple pie!"

"Yeah. Hey," Said Ron. "After we're done, can we stop by the Space Needle restaurant? I wanna try the SkyCity Burger!"

"Tillamook Cheese!" Cheered Rufus.

"That's in Washington state, Ron." Said Kim, consulting her map. "Not DC. Anyway, you need a reservation."

"Wait," Said Ron. "Washington DC's not a state?"

"No, it's a federal district."

"What? That makes no sense! Why not just make it a state?"

"It's too small to be a state," Replied Kim. "Rhode Island's bigger!"

"Well, why not make it a part of Maryland?"

"I don't know! Because the other states would be jealous!" Kim snapped. Jealous. That brought her back to yesterday. Bonnie and Jumah and that stupid ring…

I am so not jealous! Kim thought obstinately. She twisted the map in her hands. "I am not jealous and I am not shallow! Even Marilyn said it was normal!"

"What are you talking about?" Asked Ron. "And since when can states talk?"

"Not Maryland, Mari…Forget it." Kim stuffed the map in her pocket. "Come on, we got a date with the Jonesonian Museum!"

Two harried looking men in suits were examining the damage. "Gone!" One, who was wearing an ugly toupee, moaned. "How could this have happened?"

"There, there," The other said reassuringly. He wore thick glasses on his tiny button nose. "Kim Possible will here soon!"

"How about now?" The two men turned. The one wearing the wig rushed over to her, the other close behind.

"Miss Possible!" He grabbed her hand and shook it warmly. "Thank you for coming! As you can tell, we're really in a stew!"

"No big," Replied Kim, flipping her bright red hair over her shoulder. "The Jonesonian will have its diamond back in no time!"

"We certainly hope so," Said the other. He pulled off his coke bottle frames and wiped them on his jacket. "The paparazzi are having a holiday with this scandal! If it's not recovered soon…"

"We'll both lose our jobs!" Finished the other.

"Have you got any clues?"

"Just the security videos," Said the first. "But it's no use. Our experts have been all over it, and we still can't even tell if the culprit's male or female!"

"Let's just take a peek. Let's go, Ron. Ron?" Kim turned. "Where'd he go?"

Ron stared into the glass where the wax mannequins were displayed. The caveman on the inside, bent over on his knuckles like a gorilla, had freckles and large ears. His lower lip stuck over under bushy brows.

"I dunno Rufus," Ron looked down at his pocket where the rat had his head poked out. "But something about this guy looks familiar."

Rufus shuddered. "Ew, creepy!"

"Not a bad looking dummy though!"

Rufus grinned at the Saber-toothed Naked Mole Rat that was hanging out of the caveman's pelt pocket. He made a thumb up gesture. "Uh-huh!"

The two curators and Kim stood before a large machine, covered with monitors. The one in the toupee bent over and typed something in. "See," He said as the figure on the screen bounded and cart wheeled to the display. "It's useless."

Kim was already on her Kimmunicator. "Do you think you can work some magic, Wade?"

The chubby preteen cracked his knuckles. "It's as easy as Advanced Boolean Logic!"

"Say what?"

"Never mind." Wade sighed. "Just hook up the Kimmunicator."

Kim attached the little blue device to the monitor with a cable. "Well? Anything?"

Wade's fingers were a blur as he processed the video. The fuzzy screen began to disintegrate. "Shego!" He cried triumphantly.

"No surprise," Muttered Kim. "That room was trashed." Aloud she said, "You're out of this world, Wade!"

"Aw, shucks! Tweren't nothing, Lil' Lady!" Wade joked.

Kim shut off the Kimmunicator. "Gentlemen, the Faith Diamond is as good as home again!"