Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible or Danny Phantom. All mentioned characters are property of Disney and Nickelodeon.
Phantasma
Chapter 7: Bonnie's Debut
"You are at the Middleton bank, yes?" Junior asked Bonnie via the jet's phone.
"On the outside at the back," Bonnie answered. "Trying not to be seen, just as you recommended."
"Oh, good!" Junior said, full of giddiness. "Just wait until the right moment and you'll be outshining Kim Possible in no time!"
"And it's long overdue, if you ask me," Bonnie said.
"Go knock them dead, my little fantasma," Junior said, ending his conversation with a smooching noise. After he hung up, he went to, more or less, the jet's war room where Vlad and Senior were waiting patiently for him.
"Now that Junior's here," Vlad said, "perhaps you'd like to tell me what you have in store for young Bonnie?"
"The plan is actually quite simple," Senior explained. "My son and I have set up a crime for Bonnie to foil. Once she succeeds and gets get her name out to the world, she will officially be Kim Possible's competition!"
"And let's be honest," Junior added, "who would you rather have fix your problems? A super-powered girl, or a not super-powered girl with a bumbling sidekick?"
"Hmm, sounds interesting, I suppose," Vlad commented. "Where does world conquest come in? And if we're going to be partners, I want the northern hemisphere."
"First, you will get the western hemisphere," Senior haggled. "Second, that plan will come in due time. Once Bonnie has completely eclipsed Kim in popularity, that is when we will hold the world hostage."
"And does Bonnie know about this world conquest part?" Vlad asked.
"Of course not!" Junior had to mention. "She's told me she's helped Kim Possible several times before. She might get one of those... consciences." Junior gulped at the mere mention of the word. "She might turn against us! We can't risk that!"
"Junior thought that up," Senior added, proud to say that his son was thinking like a villain.
"So if she does betray us?" Vlad asked.
"You didn't teach her everything you know, did you?" Senior slyly asked.
Vlad's eyes widened, seeing where Senior was getting at. "Well, when the student challenges the teacher..."
Junior gulped at how sinister Vlad sounded. "You're not going to..."
"Oh, of course not!" Vlad said. "She will regret ever becoming half-ghost, but I won't do that to her." As Junior gave a sigh of relief, Vlad quickly asked, "One more thing. This prepared crime, does criminal know you're sending a hero in?"
"I knew I was forgetting something," Senior remembered, snapping his fingers. "Junior, get Killigan on the phone and tell him to go easy on her."
"No, don't," Vlad ordered. "If Bonnie wants to make a name for herself, then this Killigan person will have to give all he's got at her."
"A very smart decision, Vlad," Senior commented.
"I just hope it's the right one," Junior said, sounding worried. "If anything happened to my Bonnie, I don't know what I'd do."
"Relax, Junior," Vlad said in an attempt to ease Junior's nerves. "Don't forget who trained her."
Meanwhile, at the home local Middleton celebrity and world renowned freelance agent Kim Possible, Kim was in the family kitchen, looking through college brochure after college brochure to see which college would be right for her. Having saved the world countless times, Kim was the hottest student on the market.
"Come on, KP!" Her sidekick-slash-boyfriend Ron Stoppable moaned. "How hard can it be to find a college?"
"Way beyond all comprehension, Ron," Kim answered. "Take a look at this one in Connecticut. It has no science lab! And this one in Tokyo. They have a sports program, but the cheer leading uniforms are gagtastic! Besides, I don't see you looking through any brochures."
"I'll just take whatever college you take, Kim," Ron assured. "There's no way any college could turn down this power duo!"
"Mmm-hmm!" a little voice squeaked out from the pocket of Ron's cargo pants. Ron noticed his pet naked mole rat, Rufus, looking annoyed at him with his arms folded.
"My mistake, power trio," Ron corrected, leading to squeaks of approval from Rufus.
"Well do you think you can actually help me look through all of these?" Kim asked, motioning to the mountain of brochures on the table.
"Kim, let's be honest," Ron stated, "you're a much better decision maker than me. It's for the best I sit this out."
Kim rolled her eyes and sighed, "Typical Ron." Looking through another brochure, Kim liked what she saw, expressing it by saying, "This one's nice. What do you think, Ron?"
Ron looked at the brochure for all of a half-second, heavily rejecting it by saying, "No, no way, not a chance, their mascot's a MONKEY!"
"But I thought you were over your fear of monkeys," Kim said.
"I am," Ron reminded. "That doesn't mean I have to like them." Their work and conversation was interrupted by a familiar chime. Ron started getting giddy, saying, "Boop-boop-bee-boop? I love the boop-boop-bee-boop!"
Kim answered her Kimmuticator seeing the face of Wade Load, the twelve-year-old super genius who runs her website. "Sitch me in, Wade."
"We just got a hit from the website," Wade informed, "but there's something off about it."
"Wade, we've handled plenty of off things," Kim felt she had to remind. "What could make this any different?"
"It's a hostage situation at the Middleton Bank," Wade said. "Like a robbery gone awry."
"Wow, really?" Ron reacted, sounding uninterested. "A botched bank heist isn't exactly Kim-level emergency. What with the whole world saving thing."
"That's not what sets me off," Wade continued. "The robber is Duff Killigan."
"Duff Killigan?" Kim said, just as perplexed as Wade. "Why would the world's deadliest golfer rob a bank? It doesn't seem like him."
"You're right," Ron agreed, "where's the motive?" Suddenly, a light lit up in Ron's head, causing him to hypothesize, "Maybe he's trying to steal all that money in an attempt to buy all the world's golf courses! Or the bank has a diamond vault and he needs the diamonds to power up a laser that'll turn the entire world into a giant sand pit!"
"There's only one way to find out," Kim said. She lept out of her chair and called, "Suit up, Ron! We have a bogey on our hands!"
"Killigan, this is your final warning!" the Middleton police chief shouted through his megaphone. "Surrender the hostages, and we won't have to take extreme measures!"
The Middleton bank was surrounded by police cars, SWAT teams, and various other vehicles of concerned relatives of the hostages. It had taken a few moments for a response as the air seemed to grow deathly still. Suddenly, a sound. A frighteningly familiar sound. The thwackk of iron against gutta-percha wood, followed by a remote beeping. "EVERYBODY DOWN!!" the chief said, as he took cover from a golf ball flying through the long broken glass door towards one of the SWAT vans. The ball exploded on impact with the ground, sending the van flying several feet in the air inside the resulting fireball.
Inside the bank, a portly Scottish man (as if his kilt and Balmoral bonnet didn't point it out) was laughing up a storm after his last hit. "How do ye like that, MPD?!" Duff Killigan, the world's deadliest golfer, taunted. "There's plenty more where that came from!" Killigan cackled again, but stopped midway as he turned to his hostages and asked, "Oh, come on, now! A shot that great and I don't even get a golf clap out of it?" The hostages immediately responded, lightly smacking their closed fingers against their opposite palms, hoping not to get on the bad side of the notoriously short-tempered Scot.
As the people on the outside cleaned up the aftermath of Killigan's last shot, Killigan paced around the bank floor, running out of patience. He was never one to rob banks, as he preferred to hold chief science laboratories hostage and occasionally act as hired help. Banks seemed beneath him, but Señor Senior, Sr. had asked him personally to do this for him, saying it would be worth his while. "Senior better hold his end of the deal," Killigan said to himself.
He decided it would be better for him to pass time with the police outside by hitting some more exploding golf balls at them. He dropped out his golf ball, swung back his wedge, and telegraphed his incoming bomb with the traditional shout of, "FORE!!!" But before he could get the swing out, the ball exploded where it stood, sending Killigan several feet back.
He shook his head stunned, thinking the premature explosion may have been a malfunction. "Ahem," a young female voice said behind him. He turned around to see no one on the ground, but as he looked around the space, he saw a young woman hovering several feet above the floor. She was a strange looking girl, with her glowing body, glowing green eyes, and white and black hair. Her hands suddenly sparked with a green glow and her voice contained an eerie echo as she spoke, "I see you're a little teed off about this whole thing going wrong, so let's just get this over with."
"Oh, very funny, wee lass," Killigan said to Bonnie. "Using golf puns in a situation such as this."
"Wait," Bonnie said, her hands extinguishing. "There was a golf pun in there?"
"Aye," Killigan said, pulling a handful of tees out of his sporran. "These are tees."
"And I said-" Bonnie said. She spun back around, furious at herself as she said, "Ugh, I told myself I wouldn't make any more stupid puns!"
Having turned her back at the enemy, Killigan threw the tees at Bonnie, which stuck into her back. She gave out a pained yelp, which was followed by a pained grunt as a surge of electricity shot through her. She went down and hit the floor with a very satisfying thud for Killigan. Half-conscious, Bonnie groaned, "Being super hurts."
Killigan cackled again, saying to Bonnie, "I have to thank ye for testing out me new tazer tees, but with the whole hovering and glowing, I mistook ye for a threat! If anything, ye just served as a warm-up until that Possible lass shows up!"
Just as last time someone spoke down at her, Bonnie's anger drove her back to her feet only to be greeted by another electric jolt. Bonnie willed herself to stay conscious as she became intangible so the tees would fall off of her. Her hands glowed green again, as she said to Killigan, "You wanna say that to me again?"
"Alright," Killigan said, "I'll say it slowly so it has time to pass through your hollow head. You-" Bonnie didn't even let her finish his sentence after that insult, blasting him square in the gut, sending him several feet back.
Killigan shook off the blast, telling Bonnie, "So, ye like to play hardball, eh?" He pulled more exploding golf balls out of his sporran and said, "To bad you're playing with a golfer!" He dropped the balls on the ground and immediately got to work with his wedge, smacking ball after ball at Bonnie. Bonnie protected herself with an ectoplasmic energy shield, which the balls exploded on top of without doing any damage to her. Seeing her able to do something like that, Killigan whined, "No fair!"
"In case you haven't noticed," Bonnie said lifting the shield and preparing another energy blast, "I'm not your basic average girl." She then moved forward as she threw a barrage of energy blasts at Killigan, which he effectively swatted away with his wedge. The deflected shots hit various parts of the bank, causing several pieces of the wall to explode and the hostages covering their heads in cower. Bonnie, not even noticing the hostages, continued moving towards Killigan until the two were only inches away from each other.
Now in close combat range, Killigan began swinging his wedge like a broadsword. His efforts proved useless, as Bonnie was able to nimbly dodge every swing. Killigan's efforts were further proven in vain when Bonnie caught the club in her hand and bent it up. Killigan gasped in horror, followed by a furious, "You broke my wedge!"
Bonnie flew up in the air, taking the golf club and the firm-gripped Killigan with her. She then added, "That's not the only thing I'm going to break!" She then spun around and around, like an athlete would at the hammer throw. Killigan, still not letting go, gave sporadic yelps at each revolution until he was released out the door with a trailing scream.
When Killigan landed outside, he was surrounded by police who all lept on top of him to make sure he didn't get away.
Back inside the bank, the hostages were applauding and cheering at their hero. Bonnie touched ground and turned to the crowd, absorbing the spotlight they were handing her on a silver platter.
"Or maybe he needs the money to build a giant amplifier that'll blare annoying bagpipe music around the world until his demands are met!" Ron suggested.
As Kim and Ron finally pulled up to the bank in their mission car (a tricked out Roth S.L. coupe, known commonly as the Sloth model), the two leaped out ready for action. Kim, garbed in a form fitting purple tee, black flares (which she insists are not bell-bottoms), and a weapon holster, she looked on as her long red hair blew dynamically against the wind. Ron, in his traditional mission black long-sleeve tee and beige cargo pants, lept out with an incredibly goofy "kung-fu" pose, which Rufus poking out of his pants pocket in the same pose. As the two looked at the scene from afar, the notice a police car driving past them with its siren blaring. The three were shocked when they found out who was in the back seat. It was Duff Killigan!
"They caught Killigan?" Kim said, amazed.
"And without us?!" Ron said, rather upset about the whole deal. "But we're the only people we know that can take out Killigan! Who else could've done it?! ...not to undermine the fine men and women of the Middleton Police Department or anything."
"Maybe that," Kim said, pointing to all the news vans, news cameras, and flashbulbs. It looked like an interview was taking place, as she could vaguely see someone in the middle of all the fiasco. Kim couldn't quite see the person in the middle and had to wonder aloud, "Who is that?"
"From the looks of it," Ron said, positioned on the top of the Sloth to get a better look, "some sort of fit white-haired lady." As soon as he made his conclusion, the figure lept into the air and flew over Kim and Ron's heads. Both were in awe at what they had seen, with Ron adding, "So fit that she can fly! What was that?!"
Rufus hid back in Ron's pocket, going, "Hmmn, spooky!"
"I think that person was some sort of..." Kim said, having trouble finding the right word before finally settling with, "superhero."
"Like the good, peaceful, and understanding superhero," Ron questioned, "or the the 'stay off my parts or I'll blast ya' superhero?"
"I can't really say," Kim said, getting back into the car. "Let's just hope she can stay on our side."
As Ron got in and as Kim started the engine, a police officer, who had recognized the car's hot pink color, called out, "Hey! You're Kim Possible, right?!" He stopped at the driver's side window and said to her. He was still excited about what had just took place, and it showed in the way he said, "Oh, man, you should've been here!"
"Yeah, I should have," Kim said, a little sore about missing a call to action. "Don't remind me." She turned her car around to head back to her neighborhood. Maybe she could figure things out from home.
Well, there's Kim for all you patiently waiting. If you're looking for Danny, you'll have to wait a lot longer. This story is more set in the Kim universe than the Danny one. Be sure to leave those reviews, as I love reading them.
