Kim Possible: The Three Stooges Ride Again
(A/N: Now Monkey Fist.)
Monkey Fist's Quest
Monkey Fist entered the room and cringed on seeing the billionaire's gathered there. Pathetic fools. What they wouldn't do to save face. Why the only ones with a royal title he saw, besides himself of course, were Prince Wallace and his father from some place he forgot the name of as it was unimportant. Wait, Rottigan! That was it. He made a face then awkwardly picked his way through the crowds towards the punch bowl. He quickly filled his glass, avoiding eye contact and hoping no one decided to strike up a conversation with him. He wasn't sure he'd be able to take it. Feeling smothered, out of place, and highly uncomfortable with this crowd, Monkey Fist made his way to the wall and huddled there in shadow.
His utter disdain and loathing practically radiated from him. Hopefully it was enough to keep any talkative suck-ups looking for a noble to put in a good word for them, away from him. Why was he here again? He was quickly becoming unsure of his reason. He went over it again, trying desperately to strengthen his resolve. Senor Senior Senior had invited him, of course. Now that was normally no reason for him to attend, but the man had said he had a proposition for him regarding the Mystical Monkey Legend. As Ultimate Mystical Monkey Master, who was he to refuse? Naturally he couldn't. Still, he was on the verge of cracking as a particularly chatty and older middle aged billionaire woman looking for a much younger husband decided to turn on the 'charm' laugh, laugh. Oh he wanted so badly to tear into these people, to throw this place into utter chaos. Really he was on the verge of cracking.
Just then a voice said, "Ah, young Lord Montgomery Fiske. It has been some time. I am glad to see you are well and your last adventure has not left you the worse for wear. I am shocked, really, that the good doctor and your other friend were able to help you at all. I believed fully they would fail. It is a relief to see you are safely with us again."
Monkey Fist looked over, saying, "That wasn't my last adventure." He wasn't inclined to tell about his last ill-fated plot at Yamanouchi either. Instead he greeted, "Senor Senior Senior, it has been a long time."
"Excuse us Senora, but I am afraid I must steal Lord Fiske away for the moment. We have quite a bit of catching up to do," Senior told the woman who was flirting shamelessly with the young Monkey Lord, practically pinning him against the wall. Without awaiting an answer he took Monkey Fist's arm and dragged him off through the crowds.
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"Finally! I say I was about ready to lose all control on these fools," Monkey Fist said, relieved and grateful though he'd never admit it.
"All in a day's work Montgomery. No need to thank me," Senor Senior declared.
"Then I shant. You mentioned a proposition regarding the monkey powers," Monkey Fist fished.
"Always eager to cut to the chase, aren't you my boy?" Senior said, amusedly smiling. Monkey Fist absolutely hated not being able to read the old man's expressions for what they really meant. The Monkey Lord was used to being able to read almost everyone! "Very well. Recently I have been in contact with a collector on the black market. Now this man specializes in everything you could possibly imagine. He is known as Big Daddy. His most recent obsession? Relics and mystical items. His prices are outrageous, however, out of the range of most. Now normally I would not look twice at such things; however, I spotted a strange relic, a medallion of sorts with a monkey symbol on it. This dealer told me this relic was from the mountainous regions of Japan, found within some sort of monkey temple.
Naturally my first thoughts went to you, Montgomery. Normally I have a strict policy against helping out fellow villains, let alone doing anything nice for them, but in your case I made an exception. Your friend Drakken told me all about the adventure you three had. Needless to say I was impressed. I even felt sorry for you and all the time you lost in your ultimate goal while you were encased in stone. And the curse following you around on top of it? Dear boy, what other sorts of trouble have you been getting in?" Monkey Fist cringed. He wasn't about to answer that question any time soon. He rather disliked feeling as if he were a child being chastised by his father. "Enough of the background to my decision though. Lord Fiske, I do not hesitate to say I think of you as almost a son to me, and with only your well-being and interest in mind, I decided to spoil you and bought the little trinket."
"Frankly, having you as a father wouldn't be so bad, but your son Junior as a brother would be a nightmare," Monkey Fist bit. Senior's eyes narrowed warningly, but he let the dig towards his son slide. Seeing no rise Monkey Fist sighed, adding, "As for Drakken's tale, the man doesn't know how to keep quiet. Now give me the medallion," Monkey Fist replied.
"So I shall. On one condition," Senor Senior Senior replied.
"Oh really?" Monkey Fist icily said, hoping the menacing tone would frighten the old man off. As if. There wasn't even a traceable change in his normal expression.
"I need your help with something. Kim Possible's father has been working on a top secret device as of recently. I want it. To get it, I believe I may need your help. Junior is many things, but a top notch thief is not one of them. His role will be to pilot us there," Senior stated.
Monkey Fist mulled the proposition over. Some worthless scientific device, probably Drakken's dream heist, for a medallion with potentially enough power to finally help him realize his dreams. A team-up, he supposed, wouldn't be so bad. At least there wouldn't be as much fighting as there would be if it were Drakken and Killigan. Senior Senior was a clever man, not to mention a great help. From monetary gains to dragging him from the most awkward of situations at parties, the man had proven as much. Monkey Fist was loathe to call him his protector. As if he, a mystical monkey master, needed protection. It was to laugh. He supposed he could make this one little sacrifice for power though. Finally he answered, "Oh very well." He held out his hand and Senior shook it, smiling.
"Excellent," Senior said.
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Ron and Kim watched Bonnie blankly as she sat in the college cafeteria gazing lovingly at a picture, her cheek in her hand. "Uh, what's with Bonnie?" Ron asked.
Kim sighed and answered, "What do you think? Senor Senior Junior."
"Man, she's really hung up on the guy," Ron remarked.
"Cha, like it'll last," Kim replied.
"I don't know Kim, I mean look at us. We lasted," Ron said.
Kim blushed then defended, "That's different! She fell in love with him at first sight. We've been friends all our lives. This is real, Ron. She's just… infatuated."
"Kimmie, Kimmie, Kimmie, ye with so little faith," Ron playfully teased.
Just then the Kimmunicator Watch rang. Kim immediately answered, saying, "What's the sitch?"
"Kim, there's a robbery in progress at your father's lab!" Wade exclaimed. "The perpetrators are after some top secret invention he's been working on! Better get down there quick."
"We're on it. Come on Ron," Kim said.
"Right behind you KP," Ron replied.
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"But father, I can do this! I was trained by Shego herself," Junior insisted as Senior Senior and Monkey Fist slipped on their black hoods.
"Oh quit your bellyaching," Monkey Fist growled warningly. "This is too delicate of a procedure to risk you ruining everything!"
"Me? I will have you know that I am…" Junior began.
"Enough Junior, you will obey. Stay here and be ready to leave at a moment's notice," Senor Senior warned.
"But, he, I, father…" Junior stammered helplessly.
"Junior," Senor Senior Senior growled.
Junior blinked then sighed deeply, saying, "Yes pappy."
"Good. Come Montgomery. Let us go," Senior said. With that he sprang from the plane, lowering himself into the lab.
Monkey Fist shot a triumphant grin back at Junior then followed, saying, "Cheerio then old chap." Junior watched jealously as Monkey Fist raced off with the older man. Senor Senior Senior was his father, not Monkey Fist's! When had his father chosen another favorite? He looked sadly down then kicked at the ground. This was no fair!
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Senior pushed Monkey Fist quickly into the shadows as guards suddenly appeared. The two crouched low. As soon as the guards passed the duo rose and raced for the room. The door was closing. Monkey Fist neatly rolled, entering just before it shut. Senior waited outside. Seconds later it opened and he entered, joining the British Lord. "Good work Montgomery. You never cease to impress."
"You are rather full of surprises yourself, sir," Monkey Fist remarked. He'd had no idea Senor Senior Senior had been an X-Games champion. The man moved as if he were still young. Senior chuckled simply then went to the glass.
"Look at it Montgomery. Is it not stunning?" Senior asked.
"Not half as much as magic," Monkey Fist replied, unimpressed with the technology.
"Behave," Senor Senior warned. Monkey Fist harrumphed and folded his arms sulkily. Nonetheless he obeyed. Senior went to the control panel and began to type a sequence of commands.
"Might I ask how you know the code?" Monkey Fist asked.
"You think I did not do research on our heist?" Senior replied. Monkey Fist cringed. In retrospect that had been a stupid question.
Monkey Fist took to summarizing the gadget. His eyes narrowed suspiciously on seeing some sort of round shaped hole. "Is that its power center?" he wondered. His understanding of technology was sub-par, to say the least. The most advanced gadget he'd ever really used was a laptop computer, and then only once in a blue moon.
"It is where one would put a power supply, yes," Senior answered.
"It has none?" Monkey Fist asked, excitement in his tone.
Senior paused and questioned, "What are you hinting at, young Lord?"
"Imagine the power that thing would have if powered by Mystical Monkey powers. Sir, if the medallion you found truly is of the Mystical Monkey legend, that device could be unstoppable!" Monkey Fist exclaimed hurriedly as Senior claimed his prize, obviously listening intently now. This was the most excited Monkey Fist had ever been over technology.
"Maybe, but you two will never know," a voice said from behind.
They gasped and turned. "Kim Possible!" they both exclaimed.
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"Whoa; Monkey Fist and Senor Senior Senior? What happened to Junior?" Ron wondered.
"Yeah," Rufus agreed.
"Never mind Ron," Kim said warningly. "We'll be taking that back now."
"Over my dead body," Monkey Fist replied.
"Been there done that," Ron nipped. Monkey Fist started looking offended, still touchy about the whole Yono curse and whatnot. With a monkey shriek he pounced, attacking Ron. Ron cried out in alarm and desperately tried to fight back. Apparently now wasn't one of the times his true powers would obey him, but he still had the Kung-Fu moves, at least. Kim leapt at Senior. Senior, however, scowled and threw down some pellets Monkey Fist had given him, hiding himself from sight. Instantly he raced away before Kim could find her way through the fog. "Ow, ow, get him off me!" she heard Ron calling.
She gasped, worried, and cried, "Ron!" Thinking Monkey Fist was winning she raced to where she remembered him to be. The fog cleared up, though, and she stopped with a gasp. Ron was fighting himself!
Ron paused, noticing this and chuckling in embarrassment. "Oops?" he offered.
"Come on, they're getting away!" Kim exclaimed. She dragged Ron up and the two, plus Rufus, darted through the lab trying to catch the duo of villains.
"There, there!" Rufus chattered, pointing. The two were racing around a corner. Quickly they followed. They gasped, however, on seeing what was happening. Monkey Fist and Senor Senior were riding a rope ladder up into a plane. Junior waited, grinning evilly. All at once the plane shot off leaving the three behind.
"Oh, not good," Ron said.