A.N: Omg this story is epic.
Disclaimers: I HATE DISCLAIMERS. IT'S OBVIOUS I DONT FRIGGIN OWN KIM POSSIBLE!!! If I did she would be fat and hairy with a huge square chin.
I also don't own the hardcore song or the scary film known to mankind as Mama Mia.
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Kim was skipping through the school, roaring, squaking and howling in her merriment. She had to find Ron, had to tell him the good news... She found the special freckily boy crying in the middle of the hallway, but she began talking to him in a cheerful voice, despite the fact that he was crying. "Guess what," she announced her trademark catchphrase, "I got a date!"
Ron growled, baring his teeth. "With whom?" he asked, despite the fact that he already knew because he had been spying.
"Willywinks!" squaked Kim, looking all dreamy. "I've never felt like this before!" she sighed loudly. "Willywinks is the one! I just know it!"
Then, to back up her evidence, she started singing in her angelic, squaking voice. "Honey, Honey, how he thrills me, uh huh, Honey, Honey. Honey, Honey, nearly kills me, uh huh, Honey, Honey. I heard about him before. I wanted to know some more and now I know what they mean. He's a love machiiiiiiiinnnee! Oh, he makes me dizzy!" The graceful Kim ran into the English room and jumped onto a desk, then the chair, showing no concern for the basin-haired nerd she had just kicked off. Ron walked into the room looking all moody. Kim continued in her heavenly voice. "Honey, Honey, let me feel it, uh huh, Honey, Honey. Honey, Honey, don't conceal it, uh huh, Honey, Honey. The way that you kiss goodnight. The way that you hold me tight. I feel like I wanna sing, when you do your-"
"Hey! I was there first!" the irritated nerd snapped, pulling Kim off the chair.
"Thing!" she gasped, trying to stop the derranged crazed giggles that the great Kim could not possibly utter. Aweh! Now she had to sing on the floor! At least she was about to sing, when someone sexy walked into the room. It was............(dramatic pause, prepare yourself for the surprise).............Willywinks! Then he started singing!
"I don't wanna make you worry,
I don't wanna see you cry,
So stay on the ground, girl, you better not get too high..."
Kim skipped over to him, singing in her deep womanly voice, adam's apple bobbing as she did so. "But I'm gonna stick with you, boy. You'll never get rid of me. There's no other place on this World where I'd rather be.... Honey, Honey, touch me baby, uh huh, Honey, Honey. Honey, Honey, hold me baby, uh huh, Honey, Honey. You look like a movie star. I love just who you are. And honey, to say the least, you're a dog-gone-" to Kim's horror she tripped backwards over a random microwave, so skreiked instead of sang the next word: "BEAST!"
Willywinks did a cool dance move, then sang, "So stay on the ground, girl, you better not get too high.."
Ron was letting out roars of anger.
Kim sang, "There's no other place on this World where I'd rather be...."
They both sang together. "Honey, Honey, how you thrill me, uh huh, Honey, Honey. Honey, Honey, nearly kills me, uh huh, Honey, Honey."
Willywinks randomly left the room for no apparent reason and Kim sighed like a princess, giving a graceful twirl before wandering over to the window, gazing out at the view of the school sports field. She sqaked/sang softly. "I heard about you before. I wanted to know some more and now I'm about to see, what you mean to me..."
The song was over and everyone was staring in awe. Kim turned around to face Ron with a wide toothy grin. "Can you believe? Willywinks is my date!"
"I'm so happy for you..." squaked Ron, sounding cool as always.
But little did the sexy teen hero know her sidekick was jealous. Yeah, that's right, jealous! And he would do anything to be with Kim...
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A.N: *farts*
