A/N: Okay, so here it is, the latest chapter of "Possible Guy."

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Possible Guy

Chapter 4

Kim couldn't believe what just happened. Ron had just been body slammered (or was is body slammed), out the front door of the Griffin's house by a giant chicken. And to top it all off, it looked like the giant chicken was something Mr. Griffin knew and had a bad history with. It was like this giant chicken thing was Peter's equivalent to Shego.

In the interest of keeping everyone safe, Kim corralled everyone into the dining room again. She had gone fully into mission mode. Still, seeing stuff like that was hitting a 9.5 on her weird-ar. And this was the girl who had seen it all.

Once she felt everyone was safe, Kim ran outside in time to see Ron slam the chicken through the Griffin's fence, into the Swanson's back yard. The teen hero made her way into the back yard through a hole in the fence that lead to the front yard. She didn't even want to picture who's body caused that hole. As she watched Ron and the bird duke it out, she waited for a moment when she could step in and help Ron out.

While Kim watched the battle raging forth, Kim was actually surprised at how well Ron was doing. She almost began to wonder if Ron even needed her help. Both fighters were exchanging heavy and fast blows to one another. It was also getting brutal. She had never had her head bounced off a pool side before.

Before she knew it, both fighters were out of the pool, and they had actually gone through yet another fence, onto the road way and head long into a speeding truck. Kim ran across the Swanson's back yard and looked as they farm truck hauled away her boyfriend and the chicken he was fighting.

Kim pulled out her Kimmunicator and hit the contact button, bringing Wade onto the screen.

"Hey Kim, what's up?" the boy genius asked as Kim's face appeared on the screen.

"Wade, I need you to track Ron for me. He crashed into a farm truck while fighting, and you're not going to believe this…" Kim said.

"A giant chicken?" Wade asked.

"How did you…never mind, I don't want to know. Anyways, can you get a fix on their location and figure out where they are heading?"

Wade's fingers flew across his keyboard for a few seconds before he looked back at Kim. "It looks like they are heading towards Quahog Pier. Need a ride?" Wade explained.

"Actually, I think I can take care of that one on my own." Kim said as she looked back over to the Griffin's house. She gave Wade a farewell and then sprinted back towards her hosts for the evening's house.

"I'm telling ya Brian, seeing Ron nail that chicken like he did was amazing. I was literally speechless. Also, I could have sworn that Ron's eyes turned blue." Peter was telling Brian as they were cleaning up the debris in the kitchen. They were lucky that Peter still drew royalty checks from the fortune that his great-great-grandfather, "Black-Eye" Griffin had amassed from his time in the silent film days, or else they would never be able to afford to repair the house as much as they do.

Brian looked up at Peter and was about to say something when Kim came into the kitchen at top speed.

"Mr. Griffin, Ron's in trouble and I need a ride to Quahog Pier!" Kim exclaimed. She was still in mission mode, and was now also very worried about Ron.

"Quick! To the Peter-mobile!" Peter shouted and ran out of the house. Kim and Brian just looked at each other and then out the hole in the kitchen, only to see a car that vaguely looked like Peter's face to shoot out of the back yard, soar into the sky, and come crashing back down, ruining the vehicle. Peter crawled out of the wreckage just as it exploded, sending him flying through the hole and crashing onto the kitchen floor.

"Okay, we'll just take the regular car…" the fat man mumbled into the kitchen floor.

Ron was walking down the side walk away from the children's playground where his fight had just finished. He was battered, beaten, bloody, and his clothes, including pants, were torn in several places. He had no clue how he was going to get back to the Griffin's, let alone know where he was.

As he walked, he noticed that a pair of headlights was heading straight for him. They came to a sudden stop and three figures piled out. Ron held up his hand to shield his eyes from the light and try to make out exactly what was going to happen now. He had just gotten done with a huge fight, and he really didn't want to get into another one.

Just as he was about to drop into a defensive stance, one of the figures rushed up to him and wrapped their arms around him. He instantly knew who it was. "Yoha, KP, miss me?" he asked, wincing in the pain as she pressed against his pig gashes.

"Oh Ron, I was so worried. What happened? I saw you crash into that farm truck and that was it." Kim said.

Ron proceeded to tell Kim the rest of the fight, as well as Brian and Peter, who had come out of the station wagon and was listening to his story. After Ron was done, the four of them piled back into the station wagon.

"I'm just gonna drop you guys off at your hotel," Peter said, "Lois is in the mood, and its high time I got some maritals."

Ron just stuck out his tongue as a look of disgust passed over his face, getting a mental picture he did not want. Kim mirrored his look and leaned in close to Ron and whispered "Gorchy."

"Uh, Peter, I don't think those two need to hear about you and Lois getting it on," Brian said.

"Oh c'mon, remember that time I wrote those erotic novels?"

"Peter, that was last week, and it cost Lois' dad his entire fortune."

"Um, can we please change the subject. No offence, Mr. Griffin, but Ron and I are about to lose our dinner back here." Kim said, taking about enough as she could.

Brian wiggled about in his seat, trying to get used to the uncomfortable quiet that usually only comes after eight seconds of sex and forty minutes of crying. Not that he knew anything about that, I mean, his girlfriend Gillian was great in the sack, and he was no slouch himself. He breathed a sigh of relief as the hotel came into view.

"Mr. Barkin said that he would have his cousin bring our things and Rufus with him when he comes back tonight. He said something about catching up with Officer Swanson," Kim told Ron as they got out of the car.

They waved good bye to Mr. Griffin as he and Brian drove off and went inside the hotel to get to their rooms. Once they got their keys, they realized it would just be like Mr. Barkin to put his room between theirs.

"Guess we'll have to make it quick if we want to get your wounds cleaned up," Kim said as she helped Ron to his room. It was a quick jaunt up the elevator to the sixth floor. Kim was in room 607, Ron was in room 609.

Back at the Griffin's, Peter had just pulled into the drive way and parked the car. He and Brian were talking about how much the Pawtucket Patriot factory had changed ever since Pawtucket Pat sold it. They walked in as Joe and his cousin were coming out.

"Peter!" Joe said, "Steve and I were just about to go grab some brews down at the Clam, would you and Brian care to join us?"

"Quick! To the Peter-Bike!" Peter said and ran off. A few seconds later he zipped past Joe, Mr. Barkin, and Brian on a motorcycle that looked a little like Peter's head and body. Peter then crashed face first into a tree not twenty feet away from the trio. "Okay, lets take Joe's car" he muttered through the bark.

The four of them soon found themselves at a booth in the Drunken Clam. The beer was going down and the stories were being passed back and forth before Steve felt something shift about in his pocket. Rufus popped out of Mr. Barkin's pocket and scurried onto the table, reading Mr. Barkin the riot act. The three humans looked back and forth to each other, not knowing exactly what Rufus was saying.

"He says that you have a responsibility to Kim and Ron, and that you should be heading back to the hotel, not drinking beer here." Brian said. Everybody turned their heads and looked at him in amazement.

"What? I'm a dog, I can communicate with other animals," Brian explained, his voice carried a tone that wasn't the least bit defensive.

"Say there little guy, how would you like to join us for a couple of rounds?" Peter asked, leaning down towards Rufus.

"Peter, I don't think that's a good idea, I mean…." Joe started to say

"Up up up," Peter interrupted, "I'm sure the little guy can handle a couple of beers, I mean, you saw how much he put away at dinner."

Rufus thought about what exactly was going on for a moment, then spoke out in plain English, "Beer me!"


A/N: I can hear some of you know. "I know you arn't going to get Rufus drunk" Well, you'll just have to stay tuned for the next chapter, now won't you? Remember, this is a cross over, so I think I'm allowed to take a little creative liberties with the characters.