RiderV3Stoppable here, and I've got the overview of the last chapter, first, a most

harrowing ordeal as me and Team Possible nearly bite the big one when a unit of

Neo-Nazi G.J. agents hired my evil and quite idiotic brother to hijack my limo, only

to throw us into the proverbial shark tank. Fortunately, my considerable computer

expertise, which had gotten enough evidence to properly arrest the real culprit,

and Ron Stoppable's own combat skills, that had dispatched the assailants

responsible for the execution of a most nefarious plot, had turned disaster into victory. We've also successfully evacuated any Middleton resident who knows either Kim, Ron, both, or their families on a personal level, relocating to my underground city that I have affectionately dubbed "The Village". As for the mastermind of this assassination plot, well, let's just say after a rigorous interrogation, he's made a dramatic & very detailed confession, for some odd reason though, he is in need of some Depends desperately. Also we go into a little background as to why I myself am in the fight to bring the evil Shocker Empire to it's very knees. Plus, we explore the breaking limit, or boiling point of one Joshua Mankey, who's been outcast by community & family alike. We also delve into one of my many talents, of which making a good entrance is not, I'm afraid, for an example, robotic combat isn't just something I thoroughly appreciate and enjoy in anime and tokusatsu, but have transformed from dream into reality, with my Dai Kamikaze robotic combat mobile mech-suit. At least, that's one of my many talents in my story. So without further adieu, we come to the disclaimer, I, RiderV3Stoppable, being of sound mind and body, here by declare no right to the show, "Kim Possble", which is the intellectual property of Mark McCorkle, Robert Schooley, and the Disney Corporation, nor the classic and, in my humble and modest opinion, amazing Japanese Tokusatsu series, "Kamen Rider", which is the intellctual property of Ban Dai, Ishinomori Shotarou, and of course, as of recently, Adness Entertainment. Now that we've got the disclaimer out of the way, let's continue on with the...(BOOM) Oh no, not you again!

Eisner: That's right, it is I, Michael Eisner, and I'm back in the flesh. I hope you're

prepared, because I've brought my army of lawyers, to help assist in cleaning you

out. What do you have to say about that, huh?

Only one thing, you sweeney toad, (goes into the Hokuto Hyakkurestu Ken

stance) WAHHH-ATATATATATATATATATATATATATAT ATATATA-WHATA,

Hokuto Hyakkuretsu Ken!

Eisner and his lawyers all check themselves out to see if any damage, only to

come to a foolish conclusion that there was none to be found, despite all of my

highspeed kicking, punching, chopping, elbow thrusts, and knee jabs. However,

if one has watched or read "Fist of the Northstar", then they'd know that all of my

strikes were hitting their nerve points, or their Tsuboi, that is, if one was a freaking

weeaboo of an otaku.

Eisner: That's it, that's all you have to say to us? Plus, who do you think you are

with all that Jeet Kun Do stuff, Bruce Lee?

Baka, omae wa mou shinde iru! (Fool, you are already dead)

With that, all of Michael Eisner's lawyers started exploding from where my blows

had struck, causing them all to die painfully, and in a most gruesome display, I

might add, needless to say, they all got my rebuttal.

Eisner: (stands there totally horrified) Oh my God, oh my God! You killed them,

you killed all of my lawyers! I'll see you rot in jail for...AAAAAAGH! WHAT'S

WRONG WITH ME, WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME? WHY...CAN'T I...FEEL

MY EVERY...THING? BLARGH!

Eisner starts to cough up blood as he begins to feel the effects of the Hokuto

Hyakkuretsu Ken, and his body begins to protrude in massive fissures of flesh.

I guess now he's starting to regret not adhering to the P.F.A. or the restraining

order.

Eisner: And then, Jesus wept. AAAAARGH UUGH AAAAaaagh!

As he gave his last words and a final death prattle, his body then explodes into

a billion little pieces, never to recover again, or until the next chapter's disclaimer,

which ever comes first. Well I think it's high time to get the ball rolling. Once

again, please read and review, and enjoy the chapter.

Chapter four: Enter the Divine Wind!

After the veritable struggle in securing all the vicitms of the digital hit heard around the world, as

I would call it, things started to simmer down here in "The Village", the Possibles ad decided to

take a sebatical from their respective fields of expertise, but only until this whole situation blows

over, or is totally resolved, whichever comes first, meanwhile, the Stoppables are measuring all of

the chances of something like this happening, while taking into account all of the different factors

and variables for the survival of everyone involved in this rather distressful turn of events. The old

school mates of Team Possible opted for a guided tour of the facility. Needless to say, they were

holding up as well as can be expected.

E.T.: (acting as a tour guide for all the refugees) ...And over here, we have our last stop, but with

all due respect, certainly not the least exciting of all the other stops, this mysterious hangar &

docking bay, now I bet you're all wondering what could be behind these hangar doors that can

possibly top all my other inventions.

Jim: I'll say, with the android research center with the newest in law enforcement technology, in the form of these Vanguard super androids...

Tim: ...and all of the high-tech anti-terrorist counter-measures, as well as the sophisticated

global surveillence satellite and computer network...

Both: ...not to mention all of the cool spy gear, and biological warfare counter-measures, there

is no way any of that can be topped.

E.T.: (crouches down and playfully ruffles their hair) You'd be surprised, boys, although this bad

boy's construction was almost prematurely haulted on two seperate ocassions, it's now all built

and fully operational, these incidents being the Diablo Incident and The Lowardian Invasion, but

let's move on shall we? Agent Du, if you could, please stand down from your post and open up

the hangar.

Agent Du: (acting like he's got a stick up his ass) Do you have the proper documented

authorization for every civilian in your group, as well as the amatuers? This is a top secret

weapon made for last resort shoot-to-kill enemy mitigations, after all.

E.T.: (hands Agent Du the documents) Indeed I do, and if I recall, it was your bumbling in the

Diablo Incident that got you demoted to being a support liason for Team Possible in the name

of Global Justice, then there was your flagrant disregard for protocol in withholding intelligence

of the Lowardians mounting a geo-synchronus orbit over Middleton, causing you to be bumped

all the way down to guard duty for my "Little" pet project. So, if I were you, I'd learn from my

foul-ups and develop some sort of personality to compensate for having such an ugly face, and

a god-awful hair-do to match.

Agent Du: (getting flustered but decides not to act in anger) Alright, you all check out, but if I were

you Agent Becker, I'd watch my ass, because I have friends in the U.N., and they'll have your ass

in a sling when they're through. They can take away your pretty little badge and bust you for illicit

and illegal computer hacking.

As he said that, he pulled out a list of names, those being of highly influential people in the U.N. &

world governments, the same people who had corruption scandals that were made public by you

know who, this guy's really incorrigible.

E.T.: (takes out a list of names) That's funny, because those are the same people on my global

scumbag list, and what'd you know, our lists match, right down to the order that they're arranged

in. Newsflash, Chow Yun Fathead, you ain't got no friends anymore, so if you value your career,

which I highly doubt it, you'd stay as far away from this rattlesnake, and tread lightly, or else you

could end up in a world of hurt when I sink my venom into you. In other words, Agent Dookie,

DON'T FUCKING TREAD ON ME, DID YOU GET ALL THAT YOU WORTHLESS, PETTY EXCUSE OF A G.J. AGENT?

Agent Du: (takes a look at E.T.'s list only to discover that the names on it not only match those

on his list to a tee, but also have the word, "Jailed", written next to each one of them) Yes, Sir,

I'll watch what I do and say next time, Agent Becker, Sir.

E.T.: (gives Agent William Du a pleasant smile) Okey-dokey, Artichokey, now why don't you be a

good cabana boy and get us some refreshments, please?

Agent Du: (slautes his current C.O. while seething with rage deep down inside) Sir, yes, Sir!

E.T.: Great, here's the list of the refreshments, and which beverage goes to which person, you

have 30 minutes to get the orders filled and come back here.

Agent Du: (starts acting immature about his current assignment) I would love to, Sir, but I'm on

a break, so why don't you get you're Auntie to do it for me? I mean, with all due respect, Dr.

Director seems to only be capable of that, now that she bumped me off the line of succession

into her position.

Dr. Director: (sneaks up behind Agent Du) What was that about my capabilities, Clerical Worker

Du?

Agent Du: (turns around and sees a pissed off Betty) Oh shit!

While Auntie Betty is grilling the former-agent-turned-desk-jocky, I continued the last leg of the

tour, opening the hangar doors myself.

Monique: Okay, this is starting to feel like one of those video games that Felix & Ron play so

often, be cause there's a giant humanoid robot in front of us.

Felix: Not even Mom makes these kinds of robots.

Tara: (in a joking manner) Now all you need is a Guntank, Guncannon, a couple of Core Fighters,

and a huge spacecraft/battle station manned by an inexperienced crew and housing a whole lot

of refugees from a recently destroyed space colony.

Brick: That thing looks Japanese, yeah, definately Japanese.

E.T.: (with a sense of patriotic pride) Actually, only it's name is Japanese, but the real bulk of it

was made right here in the states.

James: (amazed and impressed at the same time) This is astonishing, a real life mobile mech-suit

actually exists!

Dean: The construction of such a machine must cost billions of dollars alone. How were you able

to make this?

E.T.: Oh, I had a little help from interested parties who're tired of being slaves for the Mankeys,

and G.J. supplies the rest, I believe Team Possible knows one of those corporations personally,

the Nakasumi Corporation, if I'm not mistaken. That, plus the inexourbenant wages I recieve for

creating all of the gear currently being utilized by Global Justice, who pay me big time for my

commissions. The Tazer Watch, or as I like to call it, the Timex Tazer, is my favorite invention.

I won an award for it, you know.

Wade: (feels like Booger when he meets a master of belching in "Revenge of the Nerds: Part 3)

Master!

Kim: Now that is a good reason to be paranoid. Do you realize how many countries would want a

whole army of these? Even for today's technology, this is ahead of it's time.

Ron: So, what do you call it, I mean, what's the name of this beast?

E.T.: It's name is synonymous with the notion that if a samurai dies for honor and country, they too

would ride into the heavens on a divine wind, hence, it is called "Dai Kamikaze".

Everyone: Whoa!

Jim: This...

Tim: ...is...

Both: ...Awesome!

E.T.: It's powered by a meteorite that I found as a kid growing up in McKeesport, while the

meteorite has abundant and sufficient enregy to power this machine and all of it's functions,

the properties of the meteorite are unique, in that it's like the Energizer Bunny, it keeps going,

and going, and etcetera, basically it has an infinite energy output, and unlimited potential, yet

it is completely safe and stable. The robot itself has the standard weapons and equipment of

your traditional "Super Robot" type of robot, plasma cannons, energy blades, vulcan cannons,

computer assisted targeting system, jump jets, the works. It's also got a recently installed, new

plasma wave generator which fires a widespread charged particle beam wave that disintegrates

any and all matter caught within it's blast radius.

James: (fearful of any enemy opposition getting their hands on this machine) That's all fine and

dandy for you, but what if some crazy nut tries to steal it?

E.T.: I'm aware of your apprehensions, Mr. Possible, but I assure you that it's as secure as much

as Fort Knox is. It has voice recognition, retina scan, DNA scan, and electronic transponder types

of security systems installed, if you look to your right, you'll see my piloting suit for the robot, it has

an electronic transponder chip sewn into it's right glove, without my vocal, DNA, or retinal imprint,

or password, or, for that matter, that same trasponder, the computer in the robot will pick up on

the error and explode, taking whoever tries to steal it along for a one way trip down the highway to

hell, and everyone caught within the blast radius.

Anne: (frightened to no end) YOU MEAN THAT IF ANYONE BESIDES YOU TRIES TO PILOT IT,

IT'LL BLOW LIKE A NUCLEAR BOMB?

E.T.:(laughing like a hyena) Hahahahahahahahahaha, man, the looks on your faces, I was kidding

about the explosion. But seriously, the computer will refuse to activate itself, the robot, or any of

it's functions, sorry about scaring the bejeebers out of y'all, but the expressions on your faces

were priceless.

Everyone face-faulted after realizing that they just been punked, I probably should call M.T.V. to

do a Guest shot on the practical prankster reality show, or something.

Wade:(recovering from a face fault) I don't know who's loonier, the villians Kim & Ron fight, or

you.

After we got the tour over and done with, we reconviened at the food court. We all spun yarns

about growing up, childhood antics, and our plans for the future, me, the only dream I had was

to open up a little store, on that sold anime, manga, model kits, toys, video games, collectibles,

movies, and comic books. Maybe I'll call it "Rising Sun Entertainment", have a special little area

where customers could read the manga and comic books, watch the movies, and play the video

games before they decide to buy them, one that's got a fully stocked snack bar and cappacino &

espresso machine. Then I'd run all sorts of standardized promotions, like finding hard to find and

elusive items on sites like Craig's List, Ebay, Amazon, and the like, and charing the store's asking

price plus 10% of the price I bought them for. However, that's just me, Kim has her sights on the

prospects of joining Global Justice, while Ron could go the route of being the next Emeril, or the

next Heinz Ward. Everyone had a good old laugh. Then they asked me why I would create some

kind of a weapon that had the potential to destroy the whole world if I wanted it to, and I had no

choice but to answer it.

E.T.: (as elloquent as possible) It is mearley because that with the prospect of Shocker having

even more funds than Senor Senior Senior, they could possibly build a weapon that not only

has that same kind of potential, but was also designed and programmed for that task. The only

difference between that kind of a weapon and the Dai Kamikaze, is that Dai Kamikaze was built

and designed to protect innocent lives, and save those in peril or danger of being oppressed or

obliterated, and their weapon isn't. However, I only pray Dai Kamikaze never sees the battlefeild,

for like all weapons, it is built for war, and I happen to be against it.

Kim: So that's why Agent Michaels was so determined to get you to build him and his bonehead

friends at the K.K.K., it's because he heard about your robot.

E.T.: Exactomundo, K.P., which means he's probably got a precursory report on it out to Shocker,

and due to his Alpha Level status, he's probably got copies of the plans, blueprints, and scematics

on the Dai Kamikaze. But fortunately, G.J. investigated his home for anything out of the ordinary.

Ron: If you ask me, Ty should at least get the death penalty or something. A guy like him, with a

weapon like that, that could only spell a holocaust.

E.T.: I couldn't agree with you more, that's why I added all those security features and destroyed

all the files on Dai Kamikaze, to make sure it never falls into evil hands.

Kim: Well, I for one find your paranoia justified, and sorry again for freaking on you back in your

limo back in Lowerton.

E.T.: As you would say, no big, it's just another quirk, is all. One more thing, are you having

Ron's kid?

Kim: (gets all dreamy eyed on us) No, but maybe when Ron and I get married, it might be a future

possibility, why do you ask?

E.T.: Not to knock it or anything, but you're eating a hotdog with marshmallows on it.

Meanwhile, in a jail cell in the brig of "The Village"

Bob Becker: (in a sour mood) This is all your fault, Tyrone. I could of made it to Tahiti, and just

laid low until the Feds stop chasing me for illegel hacking and what not, but because you had this

wonderful idea to kidnapp and murder my brother, we're in this mess.

Tyrone: (getting all defensive) Oh c'mon, my idea was fool proof, it was just that he had Team

Pukible with him. Plus, you're one to talk, because you went and blabbed about the assassination

and get me into this mess, I mean both Ron and your brother grilled me. The former put me in the nutcracker suite, and I don't mean the ballet, and the latter had on him a pair of hand

grenades, and is loonier than Dr. Drakken in his hayday. I'm telling you that your whole family's a bunch of section 8's, and this is your fault, Bobby-Lou.

Bob: (getting infuriated with Ty's obnoxious behavior) DON'T CALL ME BOBBY-LOU, YOU

BALDHEADED, SKINHEAD BITCH!

Tyrone:(retalliates) DON'T CALL ME A BITCH, YOU FAT, UGLY, FATHEADED FAIRY!

It was then that the two of them started brawling, and didn't stop until a G.J. guard had broke up

the fight. The only good part of their situation is that their going to seperate jails once they go to

trial.

Later that night, at the temporary housing facility in "The Village"

Kim & Ron had checked into their room and decided to call it a night, well, for the others anyway.

Kim: I can't believe it, first the person whom we were sent to ask about this Emperor Draculoid

ends up needing our help with a crazed Yakuza boss, only for him to help us kick some butt,

then he turns out to be the techno-geek behind all of Global Justice's inventions, and aiding us

in preventing a massacre at the hands of a Neo-Nazi madman, and now, we find out that the

whole of the S.P.C. is actually a front for a New World Order type of terrorist organization. What

if something really major happens to you, and I'm unable to do anything about it? Oh, Ron, I'm

so scared right now!

Kim breaks down into tears, resting her head on Ron's shoulder, and he just let her cry her pretty

little green eyes out, holding her in a gentle and loving embrace, caressing her back, until she's

through with crying herself a thousand rivers.

Ron: (trying to sound as reassuring as possible) It's okay, Kimila, E.T. won't let anything happen

to me, or anyone else that we care about, or you for that matter. It's almost like he thinks of us

as family, and I don't think he'll ever back down from looking out for his family. I mean, sure, the

bit with his dad's grenades is a little gorchy, but he only shows them to the bad guys to intimidate
them into making a confession. Also, I'm more worried about something happening to you, and I

can't have your back because we're both getting hammered, and if anything happened to you, I'd

just die inside, I'm talking about literally losing the will to live without you.

Kim: (has thoroughly been swooned and swept off of her feet) Oh, Ron, just kiss me, hold me,

and never, ever let me go!

With that, Ron fulfills all of the tasks that Kim had laid out for him, and gives her a ten minute

frencher that leaves her weak in the knees, and slowly but steadily evolves into gentle petting

and an intense make-out session. They only briefly break to get some air into their lungs.

Kim: (breathing hard like she's been through one hell of a workout) Ronnie, did you put Rufus

to bed?

Ron: (also breathing as hard) Actually, he's hanging out with E.T. for the night, why do you ask?

Kim: (if seductive looks could kill, hers would be a weapon of mass destruction) It's because I'm

feeling rather frisky tonight, and I don't want anyone else but you, my handsome warrior, you.

Ron: (feels Kim give him a gentle caress all over his body) Oh, Kim, I want you, and need you

so much, my beautiful angel.

And so, Ron returns the favor with equal, if not, greater ferver, and the two lovers undress right

down to their underwear. Being that there are a lot of concerned parents also reading this, I'll

skip ahead to another scene transition.

The next morning

Thank you very much!

Kim & Ron just had another passion filled night of lovemaking, followed by another session

of the oldest pasttime in all of creation. They were about to head down to the food court for some

breakfast when the Kimmunicator sounded off.

Kim: (positively sated from her passionate activities) Good morning, Wade, what's the sitch?

Wade: (looks at Kim curiously) Well, it looks like somebody had a good night. I've just got a hit

on our sight, and it ain't from Burton Mankey, it's from that Ex-boyfriend that you just love to hate,

and it looks like he's ready to spill the beans on the whole Shocker operation, hold on, it seems

we've got another hit on the site, this time it's an invitation from your college professor friend, and

a motorcycle mechanic by the name of Tobei Tachibana, and it's to a breakfast get together at the

Dog Gone Diner. P.S.: Please bring E.T. with you, they really like him, and think he's a blast to

have around.

Ron: 10-4, Rubberducky, we'll bring that big mother-trucker along for the ride, let `em know we got

ourselves a convoy, over and out.

Kim couldn't help but laugh at Ron's spot-on and accurate impersonation of trucker lingo, as they

finished their communicae, they headed out to my quarters to go and pick him up.

E.T.'s quarters, five minutes later

I was in the middle of practicing some traditional Saya no Katana, when I heard two certain teenage trouble shooters walk up to my door, knocking on it as politely as possible.

E.T.: Who is it?

Kim: (decides to give the trucker's lingo a try) Mr. U.F.O., this is Big Red and her partner Tarzan,

we were all wonderin' if y'all would like to join our little convoy, over.

E.T.: (thinks back to his days of riding in an 18 wheeler with his dad) Ah, the good old C.B. speak,

how I missed it. Summabitch pile of monkey nuts, that's a big 10-4, Big Red, I reckon a li'l ride

along'll do me some good, so you tell that thar' Tarzan that we got us a convoy, over and out.

Ron: Roger that, pardna', we'll wait for ya' outside, over and out.

After I get some civilian clothes on, we all head down to the garage to get the new limo and meet

the new driver. Much to our collected chagrin, it just so happened to be the same G.J. agent I so

totally bitched out yesterday, suddenly the old Disneyland song "It's a small world, after all" had

popped into my head.

E.T.: (pretends to be the Green Hornet for a minute) Thanks for bringing the Black Beauty around,

Kato.

Will Du: (looks obviously disgruntled) One more obscure T.V. reference, and I'll drive all of us off

of a cliff.

Ron: Okay, how did he become E.T.'s new personal chauffer?

Kim: Okay, Will Du, what did you do this time?

Will Du: Well, if you must know, I xeroxed my ass 100 times, and on each copy, I wrote "Kiss it",

then sent all the copies to Dr. Director, then she bumped me all the way down to a janitor, for only

a couple of hours. She then discovered that I made 100 xeroxed copies of my "Long Wang", with

the words "Suck it" written on each of them.

Ron: You mean you actually had the gall to xerox your "Unit"?

Kim: (shivers in total disgust) Now THAT is above and beyond gorchy!

E.T.: (looks like he's gonna blow chunks all over Will Du, and does) I can't believe you xeroxed

your own "Schlong"!

Rufus: Hnk, Gorchy!

Will Du: To top it all off, she had me dishonorably discharged and sentenced me to work as E.T.'s

personal driver or face serious jail time for sexual harrassment, and it's because of you amatuers

that all of my earnings as of now are attached to the class action lawsuit against me.

E.T.: In the immortal words of Justin Timberlake, cry me a river. Now let's get this ball rolling, we

got shieks and presidents to meet. We're burning daylight here.

With Will Du being reduced to poverty, and being let go from G.J., I almost feel sorry for the guy,

almost. When we reach the Dog Gone Diner, everything didn't seem to be out of place. The

diner itself was a simple old school diner, like the ones way back in the fifties. So there were no

red flags going off in my head. Never the less, I had Will Du perform a parameter check around

the diner. When it's completed, I decided to double check the area myself. Like my dad always

said, D.T.A., don't trust anybody. By the time I was done, everyone was ready to eat, so we all

stepped into the diner. Man was I hungry.

The Diner's Hostess: Welcome to the Dog Gone Diner, home of the Doggy Dish and the Doggy

Bowl. How many in your party?

E.T.: (looks to his group) I'll handle this, I've eaten at diners like this one before.

Ron: No problemo, Broha.

Kim: So not the drama, E.T.!

Will Du: You mean you've eaten at dives like this one before?

E.T.: (in a dead-on impersonation of Anthony Hopkins) Now, now, William, if you're going to

misbehave like this, I'm going to have to put you in the childrens' table.

To emphasize my point, I cracked my knuckles and put on an insanely sadistic grin on my

face. Needless to say, he quickly changed his tune.

Will Du: (swallows a gulp and looks downright terrified) I'll behave!

E.T.: (still on his Anthony Hopkins schpiel) Good, because if you intend to ruin our delightful

breakfast get-together, I will eat your liver, with some fava beans, and a nice chilled chianti.

Do you understand?

Will Du: (his eyes are still bugging out) Yes sir, now if you'll excuse me, I need to use the restroom

for a little bit.

E.T.: (is all ice cream and gumdrops again) Okey-dokey, Artichokey, miss, if you could help us,

we're looking for two Japanese gentlemen whom invited us over for breakfast.

Hostess: (in a mild state of surprise) Ain't you that American Olympic Kendo Gold Medalist that

saved the little girl from being murdered by that crazed Yakuza crime boss?

E.T.: (pretends to be a typical hollywood celebrity) Okay, where are those paparrazos, just playing,

I'm E.T. Becker, miss, and accompanying me is the famous Team Possible, and of course, with

us is my personal limo driver, Will Du, who's indisposed for the moment.

Hostess: So you're the famous friends they've been talking about, and here I thought they were

a tad bit loopy. Why don't you all follow me and I'll help you to your seats.

E.T.: Thank you kindly, miss. Come on guys, the Thunderbirds are go.

After a few brief seconds, the kind hostess showed us to a big old circular table where our new

friends from earlier happen to be sitting at. Needless to say, they were pleasantly surprised.

Takeshi: Ah, ore no shin tomdachi-tachi, (Ah, my new friends,) please, sit with us, and order up

anything you'd like.

E.T.: Domo arigatou gouzaimasu, Hongo-hakase. (Thank you very much, Professor Hongo.)

Takeshi: Please, call me Takeshi, or Tak, for short. I believe you've met my friend from America,

Tobei Tachibana, he's a motorcross racing promoter and cheif mechanic for Team Tachibana.

Tobei: Good morning, Buckaroos!

E.T.: Ohayo gouzaimasu, Tachibana-san. (Good morning to you, Mr. Tachibana.)

Tobei: (looks at Takeshi) What the heck's he saying?

E.T.: Oh, sorry, I didn't realize you didn't speak Japanese.

Tobei: I do, actually, it's just that your Japanese is spot-on. You've even got the Akihabara

accent down.

E.T.: Whew, that's a relief, for a minute there, I was worried.

After the hostess gave us our menus, she told us that someone would serve us in two shakes

of a lamb's tail. When our server came around, Ron, Kim, and even Rufus were shocked to see

who it was, but not at her apparent distasteful attitude.

The server: Like, welcome to the Dog Gone Diner, like, are you goona order something, or like,

whatever?

Kim: (in a minor state of surprise) Marcella, how did you end up here, of all places?

Marcella: Like, when I slept with Josh behind your back, my meal ticket, Brick, dumped me. So

like, Bonnie then snatched him up, and like, spread a rumor that I was like so totally pregnant.

Only, like, it wasn't a rumor, and like, the pregnancy and my `tude towards you and your geeky

little loser of a sidekick, not to mention other things in my life, like Josh dumping me for you again,

and denying our baby, Barkin had me, like, notify my folks and stuff.

Ron: That was before the Junior Regionals, where you tried to kill Kim.

Marcella: Sh'yeah, but like, I didn't succeed. Anyway, when the police, like, arrested me, Barkin

had me, like, kicked off. My parents, like, posted bail for me, and like, they were all mad and stuff.

But that's beside the point, you know what I mean? So, like, after you took the regionals, Barkin

had the nerve of kicking me off the squad, and like, expelled me, then I had to go to Juvie, where I

like, had a miscarriage, got kicked out by my parents, had to go get, like, a G.E.D., and a roof

over my head and stuff, and got like, a job here ever since.

Kim: (looks very sympathetic) I'm sorry about all that, Marcella, really I am.

Marcella: Whatever, now are you like, gonna order or what?

E.T.: Our deepest apologies, miss, Kim, it's only polite that the ladies order first.

Kim: (starts to order first) I'll start off with a coffee, and to get to eating, I'll have the sunny side up,

with a side of turkey bacon, some toast, and a fruit salad, how about the rest of you?

E.T.: A wiseman once said, age before beauty.

Tobei: I'll have a coffee, some Lumberjack pancakes, a side of turkey bacon, some toast, and a

couple of hashbrowns, ma'am.

Takeshi: I'll also have a coffee, a couple Homestyle waffles, with a side of turkey bacon, a

blueberry muffin, and a cheese omlette.

E.T.: I'll laso be having a coffee, some eggs over easy, a side of turkey bacon, some toast, and

to top it all off, some Homestyle potatoes.

Ron: I'll also have a coffee, and a Doggy Dish breakfast bagel sandwich, with some homefries on

the side, and last but not least, some warm apple pie. Also there's someone else joining us, he's

in the John right now...oh wait, here he is.

Will Du came out of the bathroom after using the facilities, and came over to our table, ready to

order. Hopefully he won't be such of an ass over breakfast.

Will Du: Excuse me, miss, but you wouldn't happen to have any bagels, homefries, or turkey

bacon, by any chance?

Marcella: We have them, like, you know, whatever.

Will Du: Great, I'll have all that with a coffee.

Marcella: Whatever!

With that, Marcella went to get our coffees to start out with. After ten whole minutes, she came

back with our coffees alright, only they were cold.

Tobei: (feeling nothing but righteous indignation) Thunderin' tarnation, who in their right mind has

the audacity to serve us cold coffee?

Takeshi: Either someone who really isn't competent at there job, or someone with a gripe against

Kim.

E.T.: I'm leaning towards the latter, but that's just my paranoia acting up.

Ron: I think you may be onto something there, E.T., she did seem kind of rude and disinterested

to me.

Kim: Don't worry about it, I'll talk to the hostess and have her get the manager. When Marcella

comes back with the food, and if it's sub-par when it gets here, then we'll have our answer.

When the hostess goes to check on our table, and Kim talks to her about the sub-par coffee

that Marcella served us. Even though she did nix the notion of getting the manager, the hostess

did get us fresh cups of coffee on the house, with free refills on the coffee. It was then 20 minutes

later when Marcella showed up with the food, and our suspisions were confirmed.

Marcella: Like, here's your food and stuff, like, enjoy your meal.

Tobei: (inspecting his meal) Hey, my dag gum meal's cold.

Takeshi: (also inspecting his meal) You're lucky, your's can be nuked up, while mine looks like

Hiroshima and Nagasaki after getting hit with the A-bomb.

E.T.: (follows suit) Is it me, or did Marcella decide that toe-nails and projectile saliva would make

a great pair of toppings for my breakfast?

Ron: (checks his meal) I bet I can top the gorchiness of all your meals, because there are little

boogers in my meal.

Kim: (also checks her meal) I don't know about you, but my food smells a little off.

E.T.: (sniffs at Kim's meal) That's because it's covered in urine.

Will Du: That's funny, because my coffee's hot, and my food is well prepared and perfectly served.

Everyone else: (in a sarcastic unison) You don't say?

After Kim flags down the hostess and tells her about the improperly served food, the hostess had

promptly went to bring us some properly made food, also on the house, along with the manager,

and our server, who owes us an apology.

Hostess: I'm terribly sorry about all this, I'll make sure that the manager hears about Marcella's

less than sparkling performance when he gets here. Here he comes now.

Manager: Darla, what's this I here about improperly prepared or tampered meals for the party of

Team Possible.

Ron: It's probably Marcella bringing us food that has either been intentionally tampered with, or

improperly prepared, except for Little Willie over there. Not only that, but she's rude, inattentive,

and furthermore, indifferent about her duties as a server.

The manager closely inspects the food that Marcella had served us, and a look of disappointment

appeared onhis furroughed brow. He then turned to Marcella and told her to give all of them an

apology. Marcella didn't want to do it, but she had no choice.

Marcella: Like, I'm so totally sorry about like, tampering with your meals. It was all like, part of

a practical joke, in all honesty. But like, it wasn't a totally gnarly thing to do, if anything, it was

like, totally heinous, and it will like, never happen again, for sure.

Manager: You're darn right it will never happen again, because you're fired.

Marcella: Oh, my, god, you're like, just gonna fire me, just like that?

Manager: (in a mock impersonation of Marcella) Like, totally, girlfriend, it's like, a major bummer

for you, I know, but like, it happens to people all the time.

Marcella: (breaks out into alligator tears) But my family kicked me out, I got expelled from school,

and I lost my baby through a miscarriage.

Manager: (looks at her sternly) Maybe you should of thought of that before you pulled this stunt.

We're in the restaurant business to give our customers good food at cheap, competitive prices,

not to make them sick. Consider this your two weeks notice to clear out your locker and to turn in

your uniform.

E.T.: Maybe you could come work for me, I could always use a good maid.

Marcella: Like, fuck you, pussweed!

With that, the former cheerleader who fell on hard times, had stormed off in a huff.

E.T.: I was just trying to help.

Tobei: We know, li'l buckaroo, just let it go.

We settled down and had a nice chat about what each of us do for a hobby. We also ate our

meals with out incident, basically everything was peaceful, and the meal was enjoyable. Then,

we went into what we did for a living, but I didn't want our civilian friends to know that I work for

G.J., so I told them of my other day job. See, I'm a manga-ka, a person who makes Japanese

comic books and graphic novels, called manga. In fact, one of the first manga I created was

a martial arts/super robot space epic called "Full Metal Samurai", and it was created when I

graduated from the manga-ka class at the University of Tokyo. I gave each of my friends a copy,

and when they started reading, they gave me rave reviews, all except Will Du. He had a review

of his own to give.

Will Du: This manga is garbage. It rips off of so many manga and anime, that it ain't even funny.

Don't even get me started on the characters, the main hero's a joke, and the main villain's a loser.

As for the artwork, if you can call it that, it's so horrible, it even makes "M.D. Geist" look like the

"Mona Lisa". Plus, all of the fight/action scenes are a blatant rip off on "Rurouni Kenshin". You

may say you made this when you graduated at the University of Tokyo, but I think you should go

back several times, for multiple refresher courses, and even then you'd never be a great, or even

decent manga-ka.

E.T.: Well, Will, you can pay for your own meal, and then you'll be out for the last bit of money

you've earned. How about them apples?

After Will changed his mind about the manga, I offered to pay for his meal. We then thanked the

people who fixed our orders for us when Marcella messed them up, and gone out on our seperate

ways. After Team Possible and I got back into the limo, they told me they had some business at

the Dale Marsden Uber-max prison, it seems that Josh Mankey was ready to spill the beans on

the S.P.C., and we had to hurry before visitation hours were over.

E.T.: Let's get to the Dale Marsden Prison, Du, and you better switch this thing to jet mode, we

don't have that much time to obey the street or highway traffic laws.

Will Du: Yes, sir, Mr. Becker, shall we stop at a drive through for some lunch?

E.T.: (turns to Kim & Ron) What'dya say, guys, you wanna grab a lunch on the way, we could

get it from a drive through, my treat?

Kim & Ron: (in shocked unison) You mean this limo has a jet mode?

E.T.: Did I forget to mention that to you?

They didn't answer at all, instead, they both stared at me with their mouths hanging open

until they both fell down on their backs from fainting. Way to keep them on the ball, E.T.,

I just hope they wake up soon.

10 minutes later

When Team Possible had finally come to, they give me the greenlight on lunch, and after

eating our lunch on the go, we've arrived at our destination. I tell Team Possible to not even

bother with the proverbial kid gloves and just get into it with guns blazing. We wanted to get

someone to testify about The Shocker Empire, and who better than the diposed "Prince" of

the Mankey family.

Visitation room, Dale Marsden Prison

Sam Stonewall: Alright, Team Possible, you and Agent Becker check out. You're free to ask

whatever questions you'd like, but be careful, he's already killed ten of his fellow inmates.

Kim: Normally I'd say something like "No big", Sargeant Stonewall, but this is a very big sitch.

Sam Stonewall: Please, call me Sam, and by the way, Josh Mankey is inside, and he's become

as wild as a jungle cat, and as smart as one, too. So if he gives you any trouble, give us a call

through the intercom over by the door. Oh, one more thing, could I get both of your autographs

when you're done here. It's for the kids, and it would make their day to know they have an official

Team Possible autograph or two.

Ron: Whatd'ya say, Kim, can we?

Kim: Okay, Sam, just wait for us until we call on you, please and thank you.

When we get inside the visitation room, we see a young man with brown hair that had blonde

highlights to it, and a far more athletic body that smelled of blood and death. When he heard

we were coming, he showed no emotion then, and that's the same expression he wore on his

face now. He was obviously shackled for our own protection. When we read the prison report

on this guy, we were shocked to know of the horrors he went through, only to inflict them onto

those who've brought them upon him. Needless to say, we were all scared shitless, even poor,

little Rufus, who also accompanied us on this journey. When he finally looked at us, Kim nor

Ron could scarcely believe that this butcher was the same Josh Mankey from their high school

years.

E.T.: So, you're the douche who tried to gangrape my little sister from another daddy, only to end

up beaten down by my brother from another mother, and humiliated to an extreme degree after all

of your so-called friends testified against you, and again when Ron took the stand. Look, I don't

give a rat's ass if you testify against your family, but what I'm really worried about, is if you don't,

because they've slaughtered too many innocent lives already, and gotten away with it in the past.

We've got all the evidence against the S.P.C., and we know that they can erase and destroy their

files to make it look like we're on some kind of wild goose chase. The only thing that will back up

our case is a witness willing to testify. It don't matter for what reason they do it, all that matters to

me is that they do it. Unfortunately, the higher-ups won't let me make any deals about a scaled

down sentence in a minimum security prison for your testimony, but to be quite frank, I don't even

want to. However, what I can promise you is that you'll be in protective custody.

Josh: (as coldly as a winter's chill) So, you're saying that you were sent by Global Justice to pick

me up and take me to a safe haven. Let me tell you a little something about safety, it's nothing

but a false construct, an antiquidated notion meant to lull us into a false sense of comfort and

security. My parents are only trying to bring back the good old days when the strongest race of

all of history, ruled all other inferior races with an iron fist, and this is how they repay their flesh

and blood, by throwing him to the lepers of the world, now you want my help in bringing down my

own family. You say you've got a safe haven to keep me at, until this case has been tried in a

U.N. court of law. Well, I've some bad news for you, there is no safe haven, and absolutely no

such thing as safety, especially in this prison. So you're gonna have towork out some kind of a

deal at minimizing, or preferredly, negating my sentence, and relocating me to a minimal security

prison, along with allowing me to keep my family's inheritence after I give you me testimony, but

if you can't give me that, then ten minutes to steal Kimmy's virginity away, before the loser ruins it

for me, will surely suffice.

Kim: (looks at Josh with a smug expression on her face) Joke's on you, Monkey-boy, because I

already gave it to my one and only true love, you may know him, his name's Ron Stoppable.

Josh: (in a severe dissappointed shock) No, you didn't, say you're only kidding with me, Kimmy

baby, say it's only a clever little practical joke you're pulling on me.

Ron: (follows Kim's lead) Oh yeah, me and her go at it like a couple of jackrabbits going through

what they call "March madness" now, and see that ring on her ring finger, it means that we're

going steady. I guess one man's loss is another's gain, as a wiseman would say.

Josh: (in total disbelief) Shut up, shut up, shut up, I don't believe in what you're saying.

Kim: (decides to hammer in the final nail of the coffin) Bad news, Mankey, it's all true, and there's

nothing that can change it. Besides, why should a lady, like myself, settle for a four incher, when

she can have a 16 inch long, 4 inch thick, Kosher beef frankfurter. Plus, the way Ronnie touches

me, carresses me, kisses me, holds me, and last but not least, makes love to me, always sends

me into multiple orgasms, and you won't believe how many times he can go at it, not to mention

the stamina Ronnie-poo has. In fact, just thinking about him makes me moist and wanting for him

and him alone.

Believe it or not, she wasn't kidding about the thought of her Ron-man making sweet, sweet love

to her. Her legs were actually fidgetting because she was almost at the point of coitus, and the

seductive tone in her praises for the young stud had given Ron the mother of all stiffies. Josh, on

the other hand was ranting and raving in what had to be German, and pulling out his own hair. He

looked at Ron, only for a second after his Adolf Hitler inspired tantrum, and then sucker punched

him, sending him flying through the door. I got out of my seat to restrain him, but when I got too

close to him, he gave me a rising high kick to my scrotum, leaving me to wallow in pain. Rufus

decided to enter the fray by crawling up into his clothes and biting and clawing every bit of flesh

he could find, but Josh reached into his pants, caught the poor little guy, and started to choke him

to death, only to be interupted by a flying side kick from Kim, right into his back. Although he felt it, it didn't phase him by much. The upside to that, is that it made him let go of Rufus, who was in so much need for breath, that he had went into a state of unconciousness bordering on death. Josh then turned his attention to his former girlfriend, who tried to fight back by desperately punching and kicking every weak point in his body. Too bad that he either blocked the moves, or was not phased by them, because he gave Kim a powerful uppercut to her gut, then roughly gripped her pretty red locks, and gave her a series of Muay Thai knee jabs to her head. While Ron was still coming to, Josh took the liberty of roundhouse kicking her in her chest, smashed her face in with some spinning elbows, and then threw down through the table on her back, using a Judo flip toss. He mounted her on her chest and clenched his fists closed, and began pummeling her face in.

Josh: (while bashing Kim's face in) Give it up, Kim, I've seen all your moves, and I've been training

in this prison, ever since my first week here. Do you even know the hell and torment you and your

loser put me through. Well I've got news for you bitch, if I can't have you, then no one will, and

your patheitc, useless boyfriend is gonna have to get used to visiting you at your grave. You have

betrayed the race, and you have betrayed me, and for that, you must die.

When he stopped, her face was bloody and swollen, and she was crying and sobbing in pain and

fear for what Josh was going to do, but then she thought it better that she dies instead of Ron.

Josh: (breathing hard but only for a little bit) You and I could've had a bright future together, and

you would've been indoctrinated as the Princess of Shocker, but when you wouldn't put out for

me, and I had to sew my wild oats with another woman, you left me a broken heap of humanity,

but when you busted me in France, you nearly killed me, after I shot your new boyfriend. But after

you heard he was going to be okay, you left me bleeding, with four broken limbs. After Barkin had

heard about what happened in France, he had me expelled, and I had to date a Chinese girl just

to get into the graduation prom. Sure, your new boy toy had saved your life by taking the bullet

that was meant for you, after all, I tried so hard to put you in, but you wouldn't go for it, and the

rules of Shocker state that if we can't use you, then we must kill you. That's why you're little

boyfriend was shot up back in France, because he felt some kind of loyalty to you. But now you

know the truth, and for the last time, I apologize for what I've done to you, and for what I'm about

to do to you. They say having your neck snapped is a pretty painless death, well, you're in luck,

because that's the kind of death you'll get before I send you to hell.

Josh had gripped Kim's forehead with his right hand, and her chin with his left, and was setting up

to torque her neck with so much force, it would snap like a twig. All of a sudden, he heard a voice

that held at one time, so much animosity, anger, hatred, and pure, unadulterated rage. At last, the

noble savage had awakened once more.

Ron: (regains his conciusness, while in the throes of M.M.P. enhanced rage) GET YOUR

GODDAMNED HANDS OFF OF MY K.P., YOU SADISTIC, DEPRAVED, BARBARIC SON OF A

BITCH!

Josh: (dismounts from Kim, who curls up in a ball) Oh, you wanna go, you Jewish man-whore?

Okay, just bring it, you ugly motherfucker!

With that, the two titans go at it like no tomorrow, trading blow for blow, kick for kick, punch for

punch. Neither seemed to let up, until Josh decided to resort to fighting dirty, and kicked Ron

in his scrotum, only to discover that it not only wasn't effective on Ron in his super powered state,

but that it angered him immensely at the same time.

Ron: (still in Mystical Monkey Powered mode) Why you kick Ron in the mommy/daddy button?

Josh: (in a state of shock that borders on alarm) What the shitting fuck in the name of Jesus titty

fucking Christ? I'm about to get F.U.B.A.R. right about now.

Ron, then let loose a whole factory of WHOOP ASS on Josh, who tried in vain to defend himself.

Whenever Josh would kick or punch, Ron countered it. Whenever Josh would let out an elbow

thrust or a knee jab, Ron blocked them. Whenever Josh would try to throw him or grapple him,

Ron would escape. Lastly, whenever Josh would try to block, or counter one of Ron's moves,

Ron threw him down, and then grappled with him like a Grekko-Roman wrestler. This went on

until Josh was lifted overhead by Ron, who then prepared to give him the mother of all of the

Argentinian Backbreakers. I came out of my pain induced distraction, when I saw Kim sobbing

and crying, her face had been busted up pretty badly. Then I saw poor Rufus, lying on th floor,

barely breathing from the sound of it, and he was very still, I mean the little guy wasn't moving,

or responding to any stimulus. It was like he was in a coma. Lastly, I saw Ron, about to do

a Coups de Gras on Josh, but who could blame him. I tried to calm him down enough to set

the bastard down, so I can check the damage done.

E.T.: (tries to cool Ron down) Whoa there, Tex, take it easy, and gently put the human skidmark

down. You won, man, he looks like he's definately F.U.B.A.R., big time!

Ron: (still in his rage mode) No, Josh hurt Kim, and he hurt Rufus. Now Ron make Josh hurt all

over! Ron make Josh pay in blood, sweat, and tears.

E.T.: I know that, but he's not even moving, or for that matter, concious. He's already suffering

for what he did, and he's bleeding from all over his body. Let this one go, please. If you don't,

you'll become just like him, or worse, like Zorpox.

Ron: RON NO LIKE BEING ZORPOX!

E.T.: Then let this asshole live, we'll bring him in, for assaulting me, you, Rufus, and last but not

least, Kim.

Ron: Ron not know, will Josh be problem?

E.T.: With the way you fought with him, I don't think so, but we need a doctor to check him out.

Besides, Rufus and Kim need you as well. They've been ruffed up pretty bad.

Ron: How bad?

E.T.: (checks on Rufus) Looks like an asphyxiation induced coma, some oxygen will have him

up and running in no time.

Ron: What about Kim?

E.T.: (checks on Kim, who is trying to say something, but is unable to move her lower jaw)

Looks like facial contusions, a minor concussion, and a broken lower mandibular bone, but

other than that, some superficial lacerations.

Ron: No worry, Ron fix them.

E.T.: Then put the walking turd down, and I'll go check on him next.

Ron: (still doubtful) No, Josh get away like last time. Josh not good man. RON SMASH JOSH!

E.T.: Yes, I know that he's an evil individual, but you have my personal assurance that he won't be

getting off at all, you have my word as a Global Justice agent. I'm a good guy, just like you, do

you understand?

Ron: Yes, Ron understand, but how E.T. gonna make Josh go away for long, long time?

Yes, I'm getting through to him, maybe now he'll simmer down.

E.T.: You know about my BeckerCom, it not only controls ordinary computers, but prison staff and

security computers, which are hardwired into the audio/video security surveillance cameras and

microphones, and create copies of the security footage, then store those copies in it's harddrive.

Ron:(calms down quite a bit and reverts back to his old self again) Okay, I'll just set this asshole

down and go take care of Rufus and Kim. Keep a close watch on him while I'm busy.

E.T.: Okay, you feel better now.

Ron: Yeah, thanks for talking me out of killing Mankey.

E.T.: Hey, what are friends for?

It was then that I checked for a pulse on Mankey, it was faint, but it was there, and it was fading

fast. So I went to the intercom to get the head guard in here with a medic. Then, after the call

had made it through, and I just so happened to turn around, I saw Ron, in the classic meditative

lotus position, floating three feet in the air. There was a shining aura of a bluish white surrounding

him, also floating in the air was the prone form of Rufus, and the bloodied up former shell of what

was Kim Possible, who was still sobbing and crying all the way through. It's as if fear itself was

instilled into her when Josh beat on her, but when she and Rufus were each touched by one of

the M.M.P. master's hands, all the damage was reversed, and Rufus was breathing strongly again

and Kim was returned to her former self, physically, she looked the way she did before Josh beat

her and good, but deep down inside, she began doubting her ability to handle dire situations like

the one we're facing right now. It was made evident by the fact that she hasn't stopped crying

since Josh's assault on us. I regained my senses long enough to try and see if Kim was alright,

but when I did, she shyed away, moving to another side of the room. Ron had come out of his

meditative state and went to Kim, who readily clutched on to him for dear life.

Ron: (trying to comfort Kim) It's okay now, my love, he will never hurt you ever again, you're safe.

Kim: (still sobbing uncontrollably) Oh, Ron, I was so scared, I thought I was going to die, but you

saved me again. He was going to kill me, Ron, he was going to kill me, and there was nothing

I could've done about it.

Ron: I know, but I made sure I gave him a taste of his own medicine, so now he'll know what'll

happen if he hurts my Kimila while I'm around.

E.T.: (adds his two cents in) Yeah, he went into a combination of Bruce Lee and Lou Ferrigno

to bring down Josh, who, might I mention, has a pulse that's dropping down faster than the big

boulder right above Wile E. Coyote. But the good news is the medic's coming and he'll give us

some answers about the condition that the dickhead's in.

Minutes later, the medic arrived with a crew of emergency paramedics to see what kind of shape

Josh was in, and if they can stabalize him.

Medic: Well, the pupils are dialated, he's got multiple hairline fractures all over his limbs, right

down into the joints, and he's been punched in the solar plexus so many times, that he temporarily

lost the ability to breath on his own, but other than that, he' s got a broken jaw, contusions of the

face with superficial cuts, and a concussion the size of Texas. He's basically in a comatose state,

and will have to remain in the prison infirmary until he's regained conciousness. Even then he'll

be unable to move his limbs until the bones knit back together, meaning he's not up to being

transported yet.

E.T.: Thanks, Doc, what about the men assigned to watch over the security cameras, how come

they didn't sound the alarm when we were getting hammered.

Medic: They confessed to shutting all the security monitors and speakers so they could have a

little poker tournament and get blotto off of cheap, American beer.

Ron: (enfuriated to no end) You mean that we could've been killed, and the only reason that help

wasn't coming, was because the people who were supposed to have our backs, decided their

poker party was more important to them than their job, their duty,

Sam Stonewall: (as apologetically as possible) I'm terribly sorry that this had happened, and I'm

currently thinking of a proper punishment for those men now, also if you two're aren't feeling up to

it, you can forget about the autographs. The poor little angel must be terrified right out of her own

mind.

Ron: (still holding Kim in a protective manner) You'd be scared stupid, too, if your ex tried to bump

you off. Christ, he was ready to twist her head off, with nothing but his bare hands. That asshole

had to be on some sort of steroids to do all that, probably from some sympathetic doctor here who

saw first hand what the other inmates used to do to him,. When he saw the mistake he made with

Josh, he cut him off, and Josh went into withdrawl, one of the symptoms being a hightened state

of rage. Now I want you to check anyone with a motive for giving that kind of shit to a bastard like

Mankey, and when you've found the douchebag, you're to contact us, got it!

Sam Stonewall: We got it, just don't fly off the handle like that with any of our prisoners again, we

want them alive only for as long as they're here.

Ron: (offers a venom filled but well deserved retort) Well then get some goddamned guards who

can do their job, or you'll be hearing from us again.

E.T.: You guys really fucked the pooch on this one, so if i were you, I'd think up of a proper penalty

for your men's collective incompetence. G.J. really doesn't need to do an overhaul on the staff of

one of it's own prisons, especially when the world's in danger of being overtaken by New World

Order type Neo Nazi fanaticists.

We left the prison, all of us frazzled at the nerves, and Josh had been stabalized when we had

departed. Rufus had regained conciousness and was up and running, chittering away about

getting a grande sized Naco. It looks like he recovered fully, but Kim's wounds ran a lot deeper

than we all thought, because the fire that once was there in the the young red head's emerald

eyes had died down from a roaring flame of compassion, to a tiny little ember of apathy. She no

longer had the will or the drive to help others, or to live her life, she just wanted to hideaway from

the world. When we got back to "The Village", Kim had walked up to Wade and said the one thing

we thought we'd never here at all.

Kim: Wade, I can't take any missions at this time, or anymore for that matter, as of now, Team

Possible will take no more missions. I'll talk to Ron about whether or not he wants to continue,

but the incident with Josh Mankey, up in the Dale Marsden Prison had left me burnt out, and it

made me realize that too many people count on us to have their backs, but not nearly enough

have our backs in return, that's why I'm disbanding Team Possible, and ask that the Team

Possible website be shutdown.

Wade: But what about Ron, and all the people who still count on you, did you take them into

consideration, or even think about them?

Kim: Well, maybe if those people offered us some monetary compensation, it'd be worth while

to keep on doing what I do, and as for Ron, he's probably ready to go solo if he wants. If he

doesn't like the new outlook that I have on life, then that's too bad. I still love Ron and everything,

but I won't take anymore missions that don't pay a goddamned thing, and as of right now, I am

quitting on taking anymore dangerous missions for practically nothing.

Ron and I had walked up to Wade's work station at the science lab in "The Village", and we had

overheard the entire conversation. We were both shocked at her apathetic attitude, and her new

greedy, mercenary outlook, along with her reason for wanting to quit, this was the only true defeat

that Team Possible has suffered through since all this began.

E.T.: (in a whisper) This is ten kinds of the gorchiest and longest stretch of bad road ever to be

concieved by man and god alike.

Ron: (also in a whisper) I know, but this is as much Sam's fellow guards fault just as much as it's

Josh Mankey's fault. We gotta do something to help get her confidence back. We just gotta, or

she'll end up walking the same path that Shego did, wait a minute that's it. We'll have Shego

come over here and try and talk some sense into her.

E.T.: (sitll in a hushed tone of voice) That's just crazy enough to work, I'll set everything up, while

you try to coax some of the old Kim Possible still left in her. Just be as gentle as possible, people

who suffer a burnout like that, or are going through the symptoms of P.T.S.D. are going to be a

little touchy, so go at it with the kid gloves.

Ron: (in the same tone of voice) That's not gonna be a problem, I'll take her into Middleton for a

day out tomorrow, I figure a trip to the mall might calm her nerves, then we'll go to our favorite

places there, to help her relax and maybe forget about what happened today. That might get her

back to some extent, and Shego giving her a first hand perspective of how she gradually turned

from Superheroine to mercenary, and then all the way to an evil henchwoman, will probably shock

her back to the Kim Possible I fell in love with.

E.T.: (speaking in a whispered tone) Okay, that might work, but right now she looks tired and she

will need some rest, and someone to talk to. I'll catch ya' later, Gator.

Ron didn't speak to me then, but he did give me a soldier's salute before catching up with Kim.

The couple then walked in silence to their quarters together.

Kim & Ron's quarters

When Team Possible got inside, Kim just went to the bed without a word, while Ron put Rufus

to bed. He then crawled onto the bed and under the sheets, and gave his troubled lover a kiss

on the cheek, to which she did not return.

Ron: (in a worried tone) Are you okay, K.P.?

Kim: (in an emotionless monotone) I'm fine, and from now on, it's Ms. Possible to you.

Ron: (shocked and alarmed) Okay, whats with you all of a sudden? Because you're starting

to freak the Ron-man out. Especially when you're acting like a machine.

Kim: It's mearly because that incident at the prison today had opened my eyes, to just how

complaicent the people with whom we work with have gotten. Almost enough to incite the

very incompetence that almost killed me and Rufus. It opened them so much that I realize

how lucky we've been to get out alive after all those previous missions, not to mention how

dangerous letting our emotions show can really be, and how we cannot rely on those who depend

on us to have our backs. Which is why I've came up with three possible solutions: 1. We get out

now, quit while we're ahead, and we can be free to keep our emotions, as regular civilians. 2. We

continue on our missions, only this time around, we only take paying missions, from actual paying

customers, start carrying lethal armaments and lethal rounds with us at all times, and we keep

our emotions and urges to ourselves, and make sure whoever hires us has a competent security

staff, plus stop hesitating about killing the enemy. 3. We split apart and go our seperate ways,

and you can find someone else who'll accept you for who you are. Last I heard, Yori is still

available.

Ron: (in pure denial) Oh, I get it, E.T. put you up to this, I'm being punked, aren't I? Okay, E.T.,

you can come out now, the joke's over.

When he looked around the room to discover that this is all to real, along with the emotionless

expression on his lover's face, he started to realize that it wasn't a practical joke.

Ron: (in sudden realization) Oh shit, you're not kidding. You're asking me if I either want out,

can change the way we do things, or if I want to break up. THIS isn't the Kim I know and love,

this a reasonable facsimile, an empty shell that's hollow and uncaring. The REAL Kim Possible

is brimming over with love and compassion, and genuinely cares enough to give her life for the

common good, and loves to help people regardless of their income, and she doesn't give up on

a guy who's completely and madly in love with her, plus she would never kill, let alone carry a

loaded gun around with her at all times. If you're the real K.P., then I think you've taken too many

hits to the head and got brain damage from it.

With a resounding slapping noise, Kim had hit Ron across his left cheek with an open-hand slap.

She looked at him as he fell to the floor, outside she wore an angry scowl upon her face, but deep

inside, she was crying her eyes out, but was afraid to let it show. She was internalizing her all of

her emotions and it was killing her inside. Ron had gotten up and stood in complete shock at

what had happened. Ron, however, decided to tough it out and let her get some of the negative

energy that was bothering her, out of her system.

Kim: (in an angry tone, so as to hide her fear and pain) Last chance, Sidekick, either make up

your goddamned mind, or get the fuck out, and take that pet naked mole-rat with you.

Ron: (stalwart and true) No, I can obviously see you're hurting inside, and you need my help.

Kim: (in a much angrier tone) God, I wish I never met you in pre-school right about now, because

you're getting on my nerves with your loyal-to-a-fault attitude.

With that, she slapped her blonde haired lover again, this time, she struck his right cheek.

Ron: (after checking his right cheek) I know two things right about now: 1. This isn't the real you,

you just want it to be, because you're hurt deep down inside. 2. I also know that you don't actually

mean what you're saying, because you're afraid, afraid to open up to anybody and let them in, and

afraid to just let all of your emotions out, so you bottle them up, and hide them all away so no one

will find them. That's what's making you act like this, and you may think this is healing you and

helping you cope with what you've been through, but shunning out your emotions and the people

who love you won't make the pain go away. If you just open up, let it all out, and let me in, I'll do

my damnedest best to heal whatever's been broken, and I'll help you to comeback to being who

you really are.

Kim: (in her angriest tone ever) What would a loser like you know about who I really am? This IS

the real me, I just grew up, now take your pet and all your self-help psychology bullshit, and get

the fuck outta here before I kick your motherfucking ass.

Ron: (defiant as a rebel) Never!

With that, Kim makes one last attempt to rid her of the one thing that keeps her linked to her

emotions, by punching him right in his face, but it never connected, because Ron had caught her

closed fist in mid-air, then twisted her wrist to behind her back, which also spun her around so that

Ron was behind her as well. She resisted by trying to elbow him in the gut, but he caught that, and

spun her other arm behind her back. She then tried to back kick his Family Jewels, but he deftly

and adeptly siccored his thighs together, catching her right leg. She then dropped down to try and

escape, but he did as well, securing her arms with one hand, then rolled on the floor with the other

and positioning her on top of him, and with his legs finally free, locked them into Kim's legs. She

couldn't move, nor break free. Ron's grappling skills had proven to be too much, and all that Kim

could do was yell at him and curse him out. After a while, she stops struggling and starts weeping

her eyes out, while Ron releases her, and spins her around so she'd be facing him. As she keeps

crying, she tells Ron that because she was afraid of dying before she ever got to be a grandma,

she started to emotionally shutdown, and that because of the thought of a jealous ex-boyfriend of

hers, being her personal executioner, was scary enough, that she shut out all the people who had

really cared about her, plus she was so angry at the guards who abandoned their post, all for a

poker party, that she became mistrustful, not only of those who really needed her help, but of all of

those around her, as well. With the wall of anger that Kim had built up, broken down by the most

perfect boyfriend, she was able to come to her senses and realize what she had done.

Kim: (in sudden realization at what she did to Ron) Oh my God, Ron, what have I done, I was so

wrapped up in my own drama, that I had hurt, and tried to do so again. Oh, Ron, I'm so sorry!

With that, Kim goes into another fit of crying, but Ron had the perfect solution for that. He took

her into his arms, put her within his loving embrace, and kissed her cherry red lips, driving his

tongue into her mouth. Kim then wrapped her arms around Ron's neck, moaning passionately as

he kissed her, and straddling his waist. Soon, after a brief period of undressing eachother, they

were only cladin their underwear. I'm going to stop this train right here and get off this trolley,

because even though there are a lot of Ron/Kim lemon fan fiction writers pressuring me to do it,

my convictions for the best interest of the parents who read stories here on are

to strong for me to write this into a lemon.

Whoa! Now this was a long chapter to right, my apologies for it being so long.

Anyway, Ron hulking out like Lou Ferrigno was just a little something I tought

of, just as a side affect of being the recipient of M.M.P., as for Kim's emotional

breakdown after facing a near death experience at the hands of a jealous ex-boyfriend,

that was all me. Also, you're probably wondering where I learned all those medical terms,

well, let's just say I used to watch E.R. with my dad as a kid. That one sequence in the

visitation room where Josh kicks the big, brassy balls of Ron when he transformed into

a giant anthropomorphic monkey was inspired in part by the Tasmanian Devil cartoons,

both the originals and the early nineties Flintstones style cartoon, "Taz-Mania".

So with another chapter drawing to a close, I wish you a pleasant autumn, and

as Johnny Angel of Johnny Angel and the Halos would say, "Later, Gator".