Disclaimer: This story is based upon characters created by Bob Schooley and Mark McCorkle for Disney. If you recognize the characters from TV, they aren't mine. I will never make any money from this.

This chapter includes actual dialog from the show to lend authenticity. I am working under the belief that this constitutes 'fair use'.

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Book Two: Chapter Three: Good Food, Bad Taste

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The following morning, Kim ate cereal in the kitchen while she again leered at the Club Banana catalog. Her first attempt to get money to buy the jacket had turned out badly. The job had been easy, but had led to trouble for the team. Her employer had also rescinded payment, since he didn't get to keep the delivery. She was very uncertain how she felt about the whole thing. She had never expected such a small thing to blow up in her face like that, or Ron's face for that matter.

"Morning, Kimmie," her mother sang as she came in. Then she noticed the catalog, "Cute jacket!"

"Thank you!" Kim then added, "Can you explain that to Dad who incorrectly believes that I don't need it."

Her mother frowned, "Sorry, baby I'm due at the hospital, right now, but I suppose we can talk later."

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Ron and Kim sat in the lunchroom sulking.

"Aww." Bonnie asked, "What's wrong?"

"There's this great jack-" started Kim.

Bonnie held up a hand, palm toward Kim. "I was talking to Ron!" she said testily.

"Amelia bailed out of the Sun & Fun Air Show," Ron complained.

"So you need a date?" Bonnie asked excitedly.

"We're bringing guests," Kim pointed out.

"Just because you're taking Tara doesn't mean he's not taking a date," Bonnie snapped.

"You like planes?" asked Ron.

Bonnie sat in his lap, "Of course."

Kim knew the girl didn't know a Lockheed SR-71 from a Sopwith Camel.

"Two weeks from Saturday all right?" Ron asked.

"I'm all yours," Bonnie gazed into his blue eyes.

Kim took her tray to the recycle line before she could lose her lunch.

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After school, Kim met with her parents.

"Your father and I talked about your money problem, and we have a suggestion." Her purple hands held a 'help wanted' ad from the newspaper.

"A Bueno Nacho job!" cried Kim.

"That's the way forward!" her father said plainly.

"Between a rocket scientist and a brain surgeon, the best idea you people can come up with is minimum wage?" Kim whined.

"You practically live there anyway," her mother pointed out.

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Kim went to her room, plopped the catalog on the bed and followed after it.

Wade appeared on her communicator, "Hey, Wade."

"Kim! Bad news!"

"Worse than minimum wage?" Kim was frustrated.

"Huh?"

"I have to consider wage labor or I simply can not afford this jacket," Kim complained.

"I'll say," Wade agreed. "You're broke!"

"How would you know?" asked Kim with interest.

Wade's eyes darted about, "Uh, I kinda looked at your bank account."

"What's next?" Kim asked, "My diary?"

"Oh, heavens no!" stressed Wade.

"Just sitch me."

"Dr. Drakken has escaped from prison!"

Kim's eyes shifted, "Uh, yeah. That's major bad."

"Almost as bad as last week at school when you used the boys' room by accident!" said Wade.

Kim did a double take, "Wade, nobody saw that!" Her eyes glared deep green at him, "You have been reading my diary!"

Wade decided to end this quickly, "Good luck on the mission! Bye!"

Kim decided to be more careful about what she put in her diary. It was suddenly good that she'd been neglecting it this week.

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Somewhere in the Alaskan wilderness, a giant laser towered over the snowy landscape. It was poised to mine deep down and burning through the cold and stubborn rock as would a hot knife through a frozen dairy product.

"1,000 feet. Lasers steady," the foreman commanded. "Easy! Easy!" He was then startled when a strange man appeared out of nowhere. His blue skin seemed indicative of a terrible case of frostbite. "Mother of pearl, man! You scared me half to death!"

"Only half?" Dr. Drakken sounded disappointed.

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Team Stop had split up to search Alaskan countryside for any signs of foul play or escaped villians.

Ron dipped down his hand from his snowmobile, scooped up a snowball and playfully tossed it at Kim.

Kim dodged it easily and rolled her eyes at Ron, "We're supposed to be looking for Drakken."

Then Ron spotted Drakken's henchman on his own snowmobile. "Hey, It's the mad scientist's -" Ron paused thoughtfully, "What does he do, anyway?"

"Bother me," answered Kim as her snowmobile accelerated.

Ron twisted back on his accelerator with one glowing hand, but it broke off. "Oh, Man!"

"Stop right there, Miscreant!" Kim yelled to the red-clad henchman.

"Impressive vocabulary!" He maneuvered closer to Kim, "I'm authorized to make you an offer!"

"Say what?" Kim snapped back. She looked over her shoulder to see if anyone else could hear.

"We get what we want," Lou smiled as he pointed at a set of helicopters that were lifting a geological laser drill into the air. "The boss will pay the price he promised last time."

"As if," Kim said when she saw We-stop coming into view from opposite directions.

"As you like," Lou shrugged. "Plan B!" he held up a timed explosive.

"Careful now," he slapped the device onto his vehicle's hood. "Too much oil is bad for your skin."

Kim realized they were headed straight for the pipeline.

Lou jumped off his snowmobile and grabbed a line that was dangling from the mining laser as it passed overhead.

"Later, She-stop!" Drakken saluted as he called, "May you prosper as I do!"

Kim steered her snowmobile next to the one that the henchman had abandoned and rigged to explode.

She saw a ridge ahead and sideswiped the pilot-less vehicle in order to guide to the ridge in the hopes that it may go over the massive pipe, rather than into it.

When she saw how small the ridge actually was, she knew that plan needed modifying. She jumped from her own vehicle to the doomed one. Then she saw that the brakes had been disabled.

She muttered words better left unsaid under her breath and slipped her green-gloved hands under the bomb. Kim then ignited her glow, driving the device high into the air away from vehicle, just as she and the snowmobile sailed over the ridge. She spun the snowmobile around in the so that it was between her and the explosion.

The blast knocked her back into the ground below. She used her glow again to push the snowmobile up and away from her. As she slid on the snow down to the pipeline, the snowmobile landed in a heap not far from her.

"She-stop!" cried one of her brothers.

"Are you okay?" asked the other.

"I'm all right," she brushed snow off her uniform.

"Great," said Jim.

"Move," said Tim.

Ron trudged up then, "He got away."

"Well, don't look at me," said Kim.

"Yeah, He-stop," said Jim.

"She saved the pipeline," said Tim.

"There's that at least," Ron sighed. "Wade," he called into his communicator as he walked away, "We need rides."

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"Come on, Ron!" Kim pleaded across the table at their Bueno Nacho booth. "We practically live here anyway."

"Kim, never work where you food."

"It's the only way! The 'rents are totally neg on just buying me the jacket."

"Did you try the puppy-dog pout?"

"No effect," Kim complained. "If I want the jacket, I have to earn it."

"Harsh!" Ron lifted his meal up with both hands.

Kim made a face, "What are you eating?"

Ron paused to display his creation, "Taco meets nacho." His spoke softer, and with reverence, "I call it-" he paused a single beat, "the naco!"

"I call it gross beyond reason."

"Are you sure about this, Kim?"

"Oh, yeah," she grimaced. "It's gross."

"I mean about this job," Ron's blue eyebrows furrowed as he took a bite.

"I did the math," said Kim. "Two weeks of drudge work and I'm in green leather!"

"Ah, Miss Possible?" the assistant manager approached their booth. "I'm Ned, assistant manager here at Bueno Nacho, number 582."

"Hola, amigo!" smiled Kim.

Ned frowned and became solemn, "Your bilingual wiles will hold no sway with me, Miss Possible. I am management."

Ron asked, "Is that a clip-on tie, Ned?"

"For quick removal in the event of a grease fire," Ned clipped it off and back on. "When can you start?"

"Born ready, sir!" Kim barked like a military recruit.

Ned turned to Ron, "And you?"

"Me?" Ron almost dropped his naco, "What?"

"Isn't this your application, Mr..." Ned peered at his clipboard and adjusted his glasses, "Stoppable?

"What! I didn't-" Ron then glared at Kim, "You didn't!"

"It'll be more fun if we both work here!" she pouted.

"Oh, no!" Ron covered his eyes, "No! No, not the puppy-dog pout!"

Once they had both changed into company uniforms, Ned handed Kim a booklet, "Bueno Nacho S.O.P."

Kim balked, "Excuse me?"

"Standard operating procedures." Ned told them, "Learn them, know them and live them."

"I'm gonna get you for this!" Ron threatened Kim.

"Two weeks to jacket!" Kim sang as she assembled the latest order, "Two weeks to jacket!"

Ned watched a moment and gave her several criticisms, "Not enough lettuce, too much salsa and don't get me started on those beans!" He gestured over at Ron, "Notice how he sculpts the frijoles, evoking the majesty of a Mayan temple!"

"Really?" said Ron modestly. "You think?"

Ned put an arm around Ron, "You are ready for burrito folding."

"Right on!"

Ned later reassigned Kim, "Possible, I'm putting you on cheese duty! Even you can push a button!" He demonstrated by pressing a button that caused cheese spread to fall down onto a plate of nachos below, "Think you can handle that?"

"Mission Possible," Kim's shoulders sank along with her spirit. After Ned stepped away, she told herself, "I can get through this!" and then continued to mutter, "Two weeks to jacket. Two weeks to jacket."

Kim's communicator beeped. She thought Ron would answer his but he looked busy at the other end of the line, so she answered. "What up, Wade?"

Wade told her, "I've scanned all recent satellite photos. But there's no sign of the stolen laser drill."

"It must be hidden som-"

Ned saw Kim talking to Wade, "Playing video games on the job is not S.O.P." He poked the communicator's power switch, "I'm docking your pay an hour!"

Kim muttered dejectedly, "Two weeks and one hour to jacket!"

Ron was humming as he worked, "the beef goes over here, chicken over..."

Ned walked by with his clipboard, "Multi tasking? Excellent, Stoppable!"

Ron smiled as though he were at a Team Stop press shoot, "Just doing my job, Ned."

Kim was livid, "Hello? Kim to Ron! You didn't even want this job!"

"I didn't know what I wanted, Kim!" Ron waxed philosophical, "I was lost, adrift in the wilderness. Sure, I nabbed a bad guy once in a while, but that was then. Now I belong. I belong to Bueno Nacho!" In a moment of complete frivolity, Ron jumped the counter and ran through the front door and outside yelling, "Yo amo este lugar!"

Once the dinner rush began, Ron was placed at the microphone, "58, your order's great! 59, looking fine! 60," Ron paused to think about that one, "your food's ready."

Kim's communicator went off again, so she simply answered it, "Go, Wade."

"Check this out," Wade brought a graphic onto the octagonal screen, "Highly unusual."

Ron walked up and turned off the communicator before she could make sense of it.

"What are you doing?" she asked, amazed.

"Kimbo," Ron said smoothly. "X-nay on the communicator, the nacho cheese needs some love."

"Ron, we might have a lead on Drakken." Kim held her two hands up like scales, "Drakken, nachos!" she lifted and lowered her hands, "I'm gonna have to go with Drakken."

"Well, that kind of 'tude is narrowing the race for employee of the month!"

Kim glared at him, "That race is between you and you."

The two friends and teammates then turned away from one another and said earnestly, "Sometime I feel like I don't know you anymore."

When they heard each other, neither of them could believe it. The emotion of the moment won out, however. Ron went back to check on the burritos and Kim turned on her communicator.

"Sorry, Wade. The employee of the month cut us off."

"Seismic activity in Wisconsin," Wade told her.

"Quake in the Midwest!" Kim repeated in surprise. "Major red flag!"

"It gets weirder. The epicenter is the world's biggest Cheese Wheel."

"Big enough to hide a big laser?"

"Definitely!"

"I'm on it, Wade." She went and found her boss, "Ned, I've got to switch shifts. Something suddenly came up."

Ned just sat down, thoughtlessly tossing aside his tie, "Whatever."

"What's with you?"

"Go ask your new boss!"

"New boss!" Kim looked around to see Ron was now wearing a tie.

Ron held up a gross piece of food that Kim had only seen once before, "Corporate loved the naco!"

"Oh, really!" Kim raised a single eyebrow.

"They see big things in my futura," Ron said proudly.

"Good for you." Kim pointed a thumb over her shoulder at the door, "Now let's go. Drakken's in Wisconsin."

Ron gasped, "But your shift isn't over!"

"Ron, an evil whacko is in the Dairy State with a giant laser drill! I'm going. And I was expecting that you'd lead the way."

Ron began lecturing, "You've wanted to take charge, now here's your chance! Go on! That's what this is all about, isn't it? You just can't stand it when I'm better than you at things!"

Kim snapped, "You wouldn't even have this stupid job if I didn't fill out your application!"

"Kim, we could argue all day but it's not gonna get anything done!"

"Find a new nacho-drone!" Kim growled, "I quit!"

"Yeah? Well- Go on!" Ron realized he had little to say. "What are you looking at?" Ron asked Ned. "I want that floor to sparkle!" he pointed angrily.

As Kim ran from the restaurant, she keyed her communicator again. "Mom, I need help. I just had a fight with Ron. He thinks Bueno Nacho is more important than the team and we really need to stop Drakken. But Ron thinks I quit because I can't take his being better than me at things which would be way pathetic."

"I need a suture here," replied her mother.

Kim paused her run, "Mom, do you have me on speaker?"

"Sorry, honey," said I-stop. "I got both hands in a 52-year-old male's temporal lobe."

"Mom!" whined Kim.

"Gotta go, honey," her mother said sweetly. "I'm sure the boys will help you. See you at dinner. Dad's picking up nacos."

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Later, Kim was piloting the Stop Jet to Wisconsin, "Thanks for coming, boys."

"It's for the team, Kim," said Jim.

"We're happy to help," said Tim.

They world's biggest cheese wheel is approximately fifty feet high and roughly one thousand feet in diameter.

"Funky!" said Kim after they landed nearby. "A cheese-covered building."

Then they heard a guide through a loudspeaker from a monorail which circled the cheese wheel, "Many people assume that this is a cheese-covered building. In fact, this marvel of dairy-product architecture is 100 percent pure Wisconsin Swiss."

Kim and the twins, climbed up into one of the holes in the wheel of Swiss cheese.

"OK, points for bizarre hiding place!" Kim commented before taking out her communicator. "Wade, get this! We're inside the Cheese Wheel!

"Which, surprisingly, is not a cheese-covered building," said Wade. "It's 100 percent Wisconsin Swiss."

"So I've heard," Kim responded.

Jim pointed further in the structure, "Drakken's got the whole mad-scientist lair thing here."

Tim said, "They love the high ceilings!"

Kim pointed, "You guys scout around. I'll check out the drill itself."

Kim didn't even stop to see how many boys left to follow her orders. She just knew it was more than two.

Kim then walk straight toward the laser.

Kim could hear Drakken over a speaker system, "Increase the drill's power! I want to reach that magma!"

Kim recognized the henchman from Alaska when he appeared before her, "Welcome, She-stop." He grinned, "I trust you received our gratuity?"

"What?" Kim looked round the cheese room. "No."

"Didn't you check your account?" Lou seemed surprised. "It's there."

Kim watched the man carefully as she pulled out her communicator and brought up her bank account. She gasped when she saw the new balance, "You did!"

"Don't worry, you earned it." Lou then cordially escorted Kim up to a control room, "Like it?"

"Not particularly."

"Suit yourself," Lou went to a panel and adjusted something.

Kim was still trying to sort it out. She hadn't intentionally let Drakken have the drill. Had she? Yet, she now had enough money to buy a dozen jackets, even though she had quit her job.

Drakken then turned away from whatever readout he had been watching, "Well, well. She-stop! How nice to see you again. Especially now that you're helping me! Shall I tell you my plan? It's quite impressive."

Kim became confident again, "You're using the world's most powerful laser drill to tap into the molten magma deep beneath the earth's crust."

The blue scientist was bothered a moment but recovered quickly. "Hah!" Drakken said triumphantly. "That's phase one." He began to pace around Kim, "In phase two, which you did not guess, my Magmachine will melt the entire state of Wisconsin. Which I will then rebuild and rename..." he paused dramatically and brought his face up close to Kim's, "Drakkenville!"

Kim didn't bat an eye, "You're so conceited."

"I'll take that as a compliment." Drakken turned, "Louis, how long?"

"The alarm will go off when we hit magma," reported the henchman.

"You see! Any second now I will strike swiftly and without mercy!"

A slimmer henchman named Bud said, "Actually, more like a half hour."

"Fine!" Drakken waved a hand at Lou dismissively, "Whatever. In roughly 30 minutes Wisconsin will surrender to me; and the kingdom of Drakkenville will be born!" He raised a fist high.

Then he turned to her like a deranged preschool television host, "Say it with me." He exaggerated his pronunciation, "Drakkenville." He sighed happily, "Doesn't that have a nice ring to it?"

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So she quit Bueno Nacho. She quit, though.

Also, I've been found out. Yes, I am working from transcripts for this story. (At least I'm not stealing a book report.)

Sure, I'm being lazy. It's also fun to change only what is actually different in this universe, which will increase over time. Going over certain episodes also helps answer questions that are raised in my head by these changes.

Thanks to DuffKilliganFan, Twila Starla, CharmedMilliE, whitem, Ace Ian Combat, Whisper from the Shadows, GargoyleSama, MrDrP, and Wild Card Reaf, for reviewing and all those silent readers that came back. I wouldn't have done this if not for Zaratan.