Chapter 5
Ron's P.O.V.
Until maybe 7:00 the following morning, my mind raced with questions as to the message Sensei left me inside the boomerang. How was I even supposed to open up the boomerang in the first place? Why did it explode? Who was the Crimson Ape? Was it Monkey Fist, even though he was more of a human than ape? What was this reference about taming my monkeys? The only thing I could definitively figure out was that I was raised by parents who were both born in the Zodiac of Leo.
Left with more questions than answers, I cleared my mind and got ready for the day, opening my door to travel downstairs for breakfast.
I didn't have to travel far because standing right outside my doorway was a meal of chicken, mashed potatoes, and green beans wrapped in Saran Wrap.
Taking the food already set out for me, I headed downstairs with every intention to have that for breakfast.
"Hey Ronald, you're up," Jean, my mother, announced when I stumbled into the kitchen. Jean was sitting at our small kitchen table with a cup of coffee in her hand, "I didn't see you last night."
"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry, I was really tired." I explained.
"Ok. Well, no rush today. School was canceled until further notice. A freak blizzard moved in last night and covered the whole town in snow."
"You're kidding. Snow?"
The alien that I saw earlier didn't have anything to do with that, did it?
"Look outside and see for yourself," Jean encouraged, directing me to the window.
Looking out, I realized she was right. A white blanket of snow that stood maybe 4 feet tall spanned as far as I could see. Our car was presently buried under a mountain of snow and I could see Hugh already shoveling a path to the driveway.
"Something doesn't add up, but I'm not complaining," I said aloud. I then removed the Saran Wrap from my dinner plate and stuffed it in the microwave.
After finishing my dinner from last night, I completed my morning hygiene and had just come downstairs when Hugh came in, covered in snow. He held a shovel in one hand.
"Ah, Ronald. You're up. I understand you've got no school today. Would you mind helping me with the driveway?" Hugh asked, "This storm dumps snow twice as fast as I can shovel it up."
"No problem. I'll get dressed, grab a shovel, and help." I cried.
An hour later, after having helped Hugh enough, he gave me permission to head over to Kim's house and spend some time with her. Grabbing a sled that my parents had pulled out from the garage, I headed off to the biggest hill in Middleton, Dead Man's Hill. Conveniently, it also offered the shortest route to Kim's house.
After gaining momentum I slid down the hill and landed in front of Kim, who had apparently just stepped outside.
"Hey Mr. and Mrs. Dr. P." I greeted, waving to Kim parents, both of whom wore thick, fluffy red coats, a red hat, long dark pants and snow boots. They were currently working on their winter tradition, building a snowman. "Can I steal Kim? There's 5 feet of snow on Dead Man's Hill and I want to make sure she gets an adventure."
"Well, I kind of wanted her to help us with the snowman," Anne admitted.
"Can't I help with that later?" Kim asked.
Anne sighed, clearly a little disappointed. "Sure. Have fun."
"Oh, Ronald," Mr. Dr. P. cried, "What did you want to talk to me about?"
"It's not something I can discuss here." I exclaimed, "It will need to be alone."
"You've got my attention. When I'm free and alone, I'll let you know." Mr. Dr. P. promised.
"Alright. Hop on," I cried scooting over so Kim could sit on the sled.
Kim hopped on the sled and we pushed the sled through the icy surface.
We made our way slowly up the hill, sledding down to Middleton Park, which was now covered in snow. There we saw even more snowmen being built.
"That was a satisfying run," I announced. I transitioned the sled above my head and headed up the hill, Kim trailing behind me.
"Don't those clouds look a little greenish to you," Kim suddenly asked.
"Can't see them," I replied as if it were obvious. "Who cares, let's sled."
Immediately after I had set the sled down, Kim turned to me and asked, "Aren't your hands freezing?"
"No. Ron man loves the cold." I lied. In truth, my hands were freezing as well. Kim gave me a look, but before she could say something else we heard several screams.
Looking in the general direction, I saw one of the snowmen had somehow come to life and was walking towards the residents of the park. Looking closer, it appeared as if all of the snowmen had somehow come to life. Boy was I scared.
Before I could react, Kim grabbed my sled and sped off to the first snowman. She decapitated the first snowman who was closing in on an unsuspecting student. She then plowed through another snowman that held two people captive, one by each of its branches.
She departed the sled seconds later behind that last snowman. To my horror, the snowman began to restore itself and began advancing towards Kim.
"Kim!" I cried, "Zombie snowman!"
She was surprised, but quickly recovered and knocked the head and middle body off the snowman with a reaching front kick. She was able to react quickly enough to crouch down and sidekick the head down the hill.
I hurried up to catch her saying, "I'm glad that's over with."
"Or not," she warned, pointing behind me. I dared to look and saw at least 20 snowmen materializing from the snow.
"It's an army of evil zombie snowmen," I cried in horror. Frozen in shock, it took me a second to run away. Kim meanwhile was well on her way off, as well as some of the other people who had been in the park.
The zombie snowmen chased us through the town before Kim and I managed to lose them in a back alley.
"I will forever be haunted by that. I will never build a snowman again," I vowed.
"Something is weird," Kim stated clearly.
Suddenly, her Kimmunicator beeped, revealing Wade, the computer expert, and mission organizer, sucking a lollypop. Skipping past the pleasantries, Wade informed us that all the snowmen in the Tri-City area had been brought to life and were on the loose.
"And they don't seem like jolly happy souls," I deadpanned humorously to mask my fear.
"I'm not sure what's causing this, but check this out," Wade said pressing a button on his computer. The feed switched to live news at the mall where people were running away from the zombie snowmen. A blond woman with a microphone began, "It's Summer Dale and I am reporting to you from the Middleton Mall where we are under siege by an army of zombie snowmen. Keep it here for continuing coverage of zombie snowmen watch." She struggled through the next few lines, her face growing in fear as each second passed, "I am Summer Gale and."
Summer Gale then let out a big scream and the screen went black.
"Come on. Let's go," Kim urged with determination. She got up, forcing me to follow.
"How on Earth are we going to fight them?" I asked.
"I don't know." Kim admitted, "The tweebs are working on an ion evaporator, so we can start there."
"That's a start," I said. Suddenly I stopped, seeing a huge snow plow that had apparently been abandoned.
"Plan B?" I asked, motioning towards the snowplow.
"Totally," Kim agreed.
After getting in the car, Kim hotwired the ignition and drove the short distance we needed to the Middleton Mall.
Breaking through the wall of the mall, I continued plowing through the snowmen, which now probably numbered close to 60, stopping right above the wall that Sunny Day and the film man were clinging to life on.
"Coming through," Kim warned jumping out of the vehicle into the middle of the foray. After kicking through two snowmen, Sunny Day and the film man jumped into our vehicle. They were safe.
Kim plowed through several snowmen, destroying each one with a single punch or kick.
"They're safe Kim," I cried, "Let's hit the road." I began driving the snow plow to the opposite end of the mall, giving Kim plenty of time to get there and hop on. After plowing another ten or so, Kim leaped on to the back of the van.
A snowman, which had apparently followed her, tried to attack, but after some evasive maneuvers, she took the snowman out before taking over at the wheel.
Plowing through the other end of the mall, we made our way home, stopping only once to help Jim and Tim who had unfortunately been trapped above a tree.
We arrived home at Kim's place, exhausted to say the least, and were treated with smores and hot chocolate.
"My gosh, Summer Dale," Mr. Dr. Possible exclaimed, making his way towards her with a smore. "I love Blizzard Watch. Smore?"
Summer Dale, who had been too busy applying lipstick and prettying herself up declined.
"You wear a lot of makeup," Jim commented after Summer Dale looked up.
"More than the usual weather girls," Tim finished.
"Such charming children," she muttered in disgust.
"Ok boys, let's whip up some more cocoa," Anne intervened, directing the boy's back to the kitchen.
"I've still got nothing as to what's causing the snowmen to come to life," I heard Wade comment from Kim's Kimmunicator.
"That's unfortunate," I replied stepping in. "Any theories?"
"No," Wade replied. His face then lit up, "But I can use reverse thermal imaging to track the snowmen's movements." After typing in some commands, he read what was on his computer. "Bad news. I found they're all converging on a single location."
"Where?" Kim asked.
"Your house."
'Well, that sucks. Although, if they are attacking anybody, I'm glad I'm with some of the smartest people here in Middleton. I better call Mom and Dad and tell them what's going on.'
I excused myself and left a message to Mom and Dad, telling them to get as far away from Kim's house as possible. I had just finished leaving them a message when I heard a scream from the kitchen.
"Come on," Kim exclaimed, running into the kitchen. I followed and saw Anne being held by two snowmen, one on either side.
"Stand back," Tim cried. Jim powered the device up, but the device sputtered and quit.
"Oh man!" Jim cried.
"Back to the drawing board," Tim remarked despondently. The two ran off, probably back to their room. Kim was the next to leap into action, executing a huge leap. She landed on her hands and with great flexibility kicked out the snowmen on either side of Anne.
Safe for now, she thanked Kim and had Mr. Dr. Possible nail the window and any other openings shut.
While this was being done, I walked back out into the living room, on watch for any danger should our barricade not hold.
"Why is it always me?" Kim complained out of nowhere.
"You don't have the insane monkey man trying to track you down from Japan." I noted, "But I hear ya, even though I think you should be used to it by now."
"Not helping Ron!"
"Alright, I can't stand it anymore. Tell them Summer," the man, whose name I never picked up, demanded.
"Tell us what?" Kim asked curiously. "Wait, first the mall, now here. They're after you!"
"Well for once you aren't the target. How about that," I teased.
"Why are they after you?" Kim asked.
To my surprise, she revealed her whole scheme, how she had bought a weather machine to create a blizzard so she could get more airtime. When pressed, she had apparently bought the same weather machine used for the attack on Canada, gathering the water from the place of evil, Camp Wannaweep.
"So, what does that leave us with?" Kim asked, turning her Kimmunicator back on to get some help from Wade.
"Toxic snowmen," Wade answered, having apparently listened in on the conversation.
"So, here's the plan," Kim announced. The seven of us, Ms. Dr. P. not included, were gathered around the kitchen table, mulling our options. Ms. Dr. P. was surprisingly back in the kitchen, making some more hot chocolate.
"Summer Dale says the weather machine is flying above her television station." Kim reviewed.
"You need to get to that machine and turn it off," Mr. Dr. P. pressed, just as Ms. Dr. P. came in with two cups of hot chocolate. She handed one to her husband and one to Kim.
"But Dad!" Kim began.
"No buts sweetheart." Ms. Dr. P. insisted sweetly. "We'll hold off the zombie snowmen. Nothing bad is going to happen to us."
"Here are the keys to the weather machine." Summer said, tossing her keys out on the kitchen table.
"I've got a better plan." Summer's partner cried, "Let's just throw her outside and be done with this." He pointed at Summer. "She's the one they want."
"Now hold it right there mister," Mr. Dr. P. interrupted sternly. "Now either you're with us, or we'll throw you out there. Find a way to help us, or we'll get rid of you."
"Dad!" Kim cried.
"No, no. That's quite alright," Summer's partner relayed, "Fine. I'll take you there." He then turned to Summer, "But I deserve a big pay raise for this."
"What about Summer?" I asked.
"Summer will stay here. That will cause enough of a diversion for you two to get to the station and turn off the weather machine. Everyone else will help fight the snowmen. We need as many as we can just in case Jim and Tim can't fix their ion evaporator in time. Even then, our hands are full." Mr. Dr. P. stated.
"How about leaving?" I asked. "It's not like we can exactly walk out the back door."
"I've got some booster rockets in the garage. After attaching them to one of Ronald's sled, Kim and the weather man will be good to go." Mr. Dr. P. revealed. "Don't leave until we've all got our proverbial samurai swords. Thank goodness they aren't real people." After a brief moment of silence, everyone gathered in the living room, which was right next to the garage.
"Sorry guys, but this is the best we can do." Mrs. Dr. P. offered sympathetically, holding a mop and a poker.
"I am not liking our odds," I muttered, "You two take them Mr. and Mrs. Dr. P. I'll steal a broom off one of the snowmen or something."
"Okay. Rockets are ready." Mr. Dr. P. announced having returned from the garage. Mrs. Dr. P handed her husband the poker.
"Thanks. End this soon Kimmy Cub." Mr. Dr. P. exclaimed, giving Kim a quick kiss.
"I will. Ready?"
"Better than waiting."
Kim nodded and after saying goodbye to Mrs. Dr. P. and myself boarded the sled. Seconds later, she was off and a swarm of snowmen entered our living room.
The fight itself was desperate. For every one snowman we would knock down, 4 would take its place. That and I kept on blacking out for seconds at a time, which I surmised was my Mystical Monkey Power activating itself. I was too busy trying to stay alive at the time, but I remember thinking on more than one occasion, 'I so wish I could manipulate fire, or had Fiske's flamethrower. I think it would be less tiring.'
After fighting for what felt like hours, but was probably only minutes, Anne called us to the roof. Fortunately for us, Jim and Tim figured out how to work their ion evaporator and helped greatly reduce the number we had to fight. Nevertheless, by the time we had finished, all of us were exhausted.
"I think that was the last of them," Anne breathed in relief.
"Sounds great. Anyone for more hot cocoa," I asked, causing some people to laugh. We all turned around and headed back when something huge blocked out the sky, creating a massive shadow.
"Look out!" Mr. Dr. Possible suddenly cried.
Before I was even aware of what was happening, I blacked out yet again. When I regained consciousness, my back was facing the house, all the snow had apparently melted, and the sun was shining brightly. I was still in my winter clothes, so I gathered very little time had passed.
"Ron, that was amazing," Mr. Dr. P. spoke, overcome by awe.
"I didn't do anything special," I insisted. What did I do? "I just did what I had to do to protect you guys."
"Dad's right. It was," Jim began, only to be interrupted by Tim.
"Amazing. You never-" Tim continued.
"Told us-"
"You could-"
"Firebend." Jim and Tim finished.
"Me? Firebend?" I asked in shock. So, I finally manipulated fire? Awesome! "It's a recent development. And part of what I wanted to talk to Mr. Dr. P. about, but since you all saw….don't tell Kim yet. Let me."
"It's a huge deal. Just knowing you may stand a chance against Monkey Fist may put us in danger," Mr. Dr. P. commented.
"Now," I began, "Who want's cocoa?"
After Kim and Summer Dale's partner returned, everyone had a brief reunion before Kim and I climbed into the hovercraft to dump the water back in Camp Wannaweep.
It didn't take too long to finish the task, much to my joy, and by the end of the afternoon, I was back at my house.
"How did it go?" Hugh asked, "It looked like you were successful in taking down the snowmen."
"I was. Are you all okay?" I asked.
"We're fine," Jean assured, "Fortunately, no one in the neighborhood built a snowman in their front yard."
"That's amazing," I commented.
"Yes it is Ronald," Hugh replied, agreeing with me, "By the way, there's someone here to see you."
Hugh stepped back, allowing me to see none other than Yori.
"Greetings, Stoppable San." Yori bowed to me. "Sensei has requested your presence.
Sorry for the short chapter. I am not sure how I will write the next episodes, the three for The Sitch in Time movie, but I will figure it out. I do have a trailer though.
Narrator: In what is being called the Kim Possible movie of the year
Show a scene of Kim Possible activating her battle suit
Show a scene of Shego letting out a huge plasmatic body blast
Narrator: Teen heroes Kim Possible
Show a scene of Kim Possible working on Latin with Ron
Narrator: And Ron Stoppable
Show a scene of Ron helping Kim out of the sarcophagus
Narrator: Team up with Yori to fight the Crimson Ape
Show a scene of Yori tossing Kim the monkey idol head
Narrator: Together, they will embark on a quest to return the Tempus Simia Idol to its rightful place
Show a scene of an unknown villain placing the monkey head on the monkey statue
Narrator: When they have to travel through time
Show a scene of Ron, Yori, and Kim, the latter standing behind a closing energy portal
Narrator: Mystical Monkey Power will rule its ugly head again
"Legend tells us only someone with Mystical Monkey Power can activate the Semia Idol."
Narrator: Creating a future so terrifying
Show a scene of Ron screaming at a statue of Monkey Fist
Narrator: It will take a revolution just to turn home alive
Show a scene of Kim, Ron, Yori, Wade, Jim, Tim, and Monique staring down Shego, a teenage girl, the unknown villain, Drakken, Duff, Fukushima, and some villain made of electricity
Narrator: Starring Kim Possible
"I always zag in that sitch!"
Narrator: Ron Stoppable
"How are we going to travel through time?"
Narrator: Yori
"A thousand apologies Possible-san."
Narrator: Future Monique
"Let's do this girl."
Narrator: Future Wade
"You're going to need your battle suit."
Narrator: Future Jim
"Need some help sis?"
Narrator: Future Tim
"Destroying the Tempus Simia might reset the timeline back to original, or it might create a tear in the space time continuum thus ending the universe. We don't know."
Narrator: Drakken
"It's no Drakkanada, but I'm satisfied under my master's rule."
Narrator: Duff
"Would you stand still lassie?"
Narrator: Fukishima
"This ends once and for all outsider."
Narrator: Shego
"You're a pain in the present and future."
Narrator: Electronique
"I am Electronique!"
Narrator: Unknown Villain
"I don't fight alone. Han!"
Narrator: And the Han.
"No! The Tempus Simia!"