Bosnia- a dark building on top of a hill:
"Shego, show us the security cam!"
"Come on, Dr. D. You just saw it ten minutes ago. Is it really necessary?"
"Of course it's necessary!" Drakken answered exasperatedly. "Just turn on the big screen, will you?"
"Fine," Shego stepped over and turned on a gigantic monitor reluctantly. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm taking a quiz in Villains Magazine and I'd prefer not to be disturbed."
Drakken beamed at the screen ecstatically. "Hehehe! I've finally won! Kim Possible shall never humiliate me again!"
"Silence," a powerful voice commanded. "Stop acting like a child, Doctor Drakken, this is a very serious game. And stop saying things so enthusiastically; I can practically see the exclamation points at the end of your phrases."
Drakken obeyed without question while Shego sneered with satisfaction.
"Now," the voice continued. "We know for sure my plan is working. It is time for phase three."
Drakken smiled knowingly.
"This should be fun."
Tri City Hospital:
"Thank you so much for helping our kids, Doctor Manelli," Mrs. Possible said to a plump woman wearing a white physician's coat.
"Oh, it's the least I could do," the ER doctor replied. "I already feel so bad since it was my husband's cake that did this to them. Antonio is inconsolable; twenty-seven years as a pastry chef and nobody's ever been poisoned by one of his cakes before." She frowned.
Mr. Possible spoke up thoughtfully. "I'm no brain surgeon- actually, my wife is- but it doesn't take much to figure out that something odd is going on here."
Mrs. Stoppable nodded. "I don't know who would try to pull a stunt like this -except maybe the countless villains who swear to get revenge on Kim and Ron on a frequent basis, but they never come through with their threats."
"Well, rest assured that both of them have made a complete recovery," Doctor Manelli told them. "This was no ordinary case of food poisoning. Mister Stoppable and Miss Possible have two of the most remarkable immune systems I have ever encountered."
"I guess all that river rafting down the Amazon and battling ninjas in the tundra finally paid off." Kim stood behind the doctor, on her own two feet once again.
"Kimmie-cub!" Kim's parents embraced her while Ron gave Rufus a high five with his index finger.
Kim had their next mission on her mind.
"Dr. Manelli, how soon will we be able to save the world again?"
The woman smiled. "Oh, by all means, you two can resume all world-saving activities as early as tomorrow. I would keep an eye on the naked molerat, though. He seems to have been exposed to excessive amounts of unhealthy fast food."
Rufus scowled, dropping the tray of extra cheesy nachos he had gotten from the hospital cafeteria.
36 hours later- Bueno Nacho Headquarters, conference room:
"Shall we review the quarterly meeting proposals once more?" A stiff man in a business suit suggested.
"Yes, we should, Mister…" Ron squinted at a name tag placed in front of the man.
"Sullivan A. Donahue One-one."
"It's Sullivan A. Donahue the Second," the man corrected dryly.
"You know, that's not a fun name. Maybe in whatever decade you were born, but it just doesn't work now. From now on, my associates and I shall refer to you as Donny."
"You can't do that!" the man exclaimed frantically, then turned to the dark-haired person sitting next to Ron. "Can he do that?"
"It appears he can," acknowledged the nasal tone which could only belong to Ned, former assistant manager of BN's Middleton branch.
"Okay, let's keep it moving, people," Ron said boredly.
Ned got up and moved to a display board at the front of the room.
"The first issue on our agenda this evening is a proposal by our own CEO." Ned paused to reveal the first illustration of the visual presentation.
A few of the board members murmured things including, "Remember his last proposal, 'naco breaks every fifteen minutes'? Ha! We'll be laughing over this one at the water cooler for ages."
"Thank you, Ned, I'll take it from here."
Ron walked to the board and pointed at his illustration with a long wooden pointer stick.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I propose a new menu item: the Grande Fiesta Pizza!"
Most of the business people stared blankly.
"Yes, that's right!" Ron figured they found the idea to good to be true. "All your favorite Bueno Nacho ingredients topping a mouthwatering crust coated in our signature Diablo sauce! Definite wow factor, don't you think?"
"Sometimes I really do wonder why he gets to be boss and we sit here in the lowly employees chairs," Sullivan A. Donahue mumbled to Ned.
"I love it!" shouted the senior executive and founder of Bueno Nacho, pounding his fist on the boardroom table for added effect.
"That's why," Ned mumbled back.
"Stoppable, I have a feeling you've stuck gold once again! How did you come up with this one?"
"Well, sir, it all started the other day when I had an intense craving for pizza," Ron replied modestly.
"Keep it up! I want to begin this project right away. Ned, you oversee the marketing campaign. Donny, I want you to be in charge of the production lab-"
"My name is Sullivan A. Dona-"
"Did I ask you what your name is? I don't think so. Make use of that big mouth of yours and show us last quarter's growth chart."
Donny typed on a notebook computer and stared up at them open-mouthed. "Uh, evidently because of frequent naco breaks, overall employee performance increased 7 in the past quarter alone," he admitted sheepishly.
The senior executive slapped Ron on the back triumphantly.
"Nice one, Stoppable! I hear you're getting married pretty soon. How does a pay bonus sound to you?"
"Sounds excellent, sir," Ron said ecstatically. "Now let's turn to the next proposal on the agenda." He read from a piece of paper, "Naco break cut, submitted by Sullivan A. Donahue."
Donny shrank back in his chair regretfully.
Suddenly Ron's pager went off.
"Kim, 911!" His eyes widened.
"Something the matter, Stoppable?" the senior executive asked.
"Sorry, everyone. Gotta go!" He scrambled out of the room, jumping across the table and scattering Donny's portfolios unintentionally.
Ron darted out of his car to Kim's condominium at breakneck speed.
"KP? Where are you?"
"In here!"
He ran to the source of the sound, the living room, quickly. "Don't tell me Drakken kidnapped your Dad again because I really don't like tangling with giant squid-"
He stopped midsentence in surprise. There did not seem to be anything wrong. In fact, Kim looked perfectly fine.
"What's the emergency?"
"Ron, you are not going to believe this! I mean, you are going to absolutely die!"
"But I don't want to die."
"Not literally. Just take a look for yourself!" She pointed at her computer screen.
He leaned over. "Hmm… buy Palamino horses at low, low prices."
"No, scroll down!"
He followed the command to find an elegant cream colored dress elaborately embroidered with sequins.
"Oh, it's a dress. It's pretty but it doesn't seem life threatening."
"Ron, it's perfect! It's absolutely perfect! I have to have this gown for the wedding!"
"O-kay. How does that tie in with your 911 page?"
"Well, I couldn't wait to show you. It's designed by that friend of a friend Monique mentioned. Don't you love it?"
"Uh, yes, if that's what I'm supposed to say. So there's no emergency?"
"No."
"No danger?"
"None."
"No giant squid?"
"What are you talking about? Focus on the wedding gown, please. What do you honestly think about it?"
"I said it was nice."
"Nice? Only nice! Are you saying I wouldn't look good in this dress?"
Ron slapped himself on the forehead miserably.
"Women- there's just no winning with them."
This was followed by the sound of the Kimmunicator.
BEEP BEEP BEEBEEP!
"What up, Wade? Kim's too busy fawning over her wedding dress to care at the moment."
"Kim finally picked a dress? That's good. You're off to island paradise for a, uh, sitch of seismic proportions."
Bosnia again:
"After checking the security cam, I…erm, have some bad news," Drakken started talking slowly into his old-fashioned telephone.
"What?" the accomplice shrieked through the speaker. "What have you done, you insolent blue fool?"
Drakken cringed, his hands over his face for protection even though she was not there in person. "Now, now. Let's not do anything we'll regret later. Phase two didn't quite work out, but calm down. Remember the fun-filled preschool days."
"Forget the preschool days! Our time to ruin Kim Possible is at hand, and you are telling me phase two did not work! Sometimes I wonder how I ever got stuck with you."
"Welcome to my world," Shego put in.
"Ladies, please. It was only a teensy weensy part- the whole poisoning bit, and we weren't going to finish them off at once anyway."
The accomplice spoke to Drakken in an icy tone. "What kind of poison did you use?"
"Let's not worry about particulars-"
"Was it or was it not the instant snake venom I asked for?"
"It was imitation poison," answered Shego. "He got it because it was cheap."
"Drakken!"
"I'm sorry! It's just so hard to steal expensive things these days. Shego is not as fast as she used to be-"
"Excuse me!" Shego blasted a hole in the wall with her green plasma to remind Drakken what she was capable of. "You could just buy the snake venom if you had kept the fortune I stole in Ohio for you."
"You know very well why we couldn't keep that money," Drakken mumbled, adding in a pleading tone, "And please keep it down, Shego. We don't want my lovely friend to hear that."
He said in a louder, sweet voice, "My dear, evil partner, are we any closer to our goal?"
The accomplice spoke again. "Patience, Doctor Drakken. We may have lost this round but my secret weapon is just warming up."
The tiny Caribbean country of Montserrat:
"Remind me again why we had to come to Monster Rat," Ron said.
"It's Montserrat, Ron, and there's a major sitch on the other side of the island."
"But the brochure says Monster Rat."
"Then the brochure must have a typo. Come on, we have people to save!"
Unwillingly Ron began running up a rocky mountain alongside Kim.
20 minutes later-
"I think we're almost there!" Kim called to Ron and Rufus.
Rufus began saying something in gibberish. He pointed to the ground frantically.
"What is it, buddy?" Ron bent down to hear and slipped on the ground.
"Ow! Dat hot!"
"Quit fooling around!" Kim turned to help him up.
"Feel the ground, Kim."
"Why?"
"I think this is what Rufus was trying to tell me. The mountain is abnormally hot."
Suddenly the peak of the mountain became visible behind Kim.
"Uh, KP, does lava usually come out of mountain peaks?"
"No."
"Then we better run!"
They made a break for it just as the volcano was about to erupt.
"Everyone, get out of the way!" Kim shouted to the many tourists clustered along the beach.
"It's gonna blow!" Ron added bluntly.
Immediately people began screaming, running to the nearest boats.
Kim noticed a police officer calmly filing people onto the vessels.
"Is there enough room for everybody?" she inquired.
"Probably. We always stay prepared for the old volcano to erupt. Besides, this island is only eleven miles long; there aren't that many people here, anyway."
Ron pointed to the spew of molten lava. "Is that why there keep mentioning a dangerous volcano in the Monster Rat brochure?"
"Duh!" Rufus nodded.
A sunburned woman in a bathing suit cried out hysterically.
"What is it, ma'am?"
"My little boy, he was playing on the rocks, and he's trapped up there!"
"Don't worry." Kim attached her grappling hook to a rock near the stranded boy.
"Ron, you go on the boat and try to keep everybody calm. I'll handle this!"
She reached the stone ledge and found the boy. "Are you okay?"
He was crying relentlessly. "I want Mommy," he said in a small voice. The molten rock was coming dangerously close.
"We've got no time to lose." Kim grabbed the child and swung down to the safety of the beach.
With a hurried thank you, the boy and his mother ran to the nearest boat.
Kim found where Ron was and climbed aboard the schooner.
Rufus was scampering around the cramped boat. Someone screamed as he brushed past their leg. "Eeeek! It's a monster rat!"
Ron scooped up the hairless rodent protectively.
"Who are you calling Monster Rat? Apparently these people have not read their own brochures!"
Kim was occupied watching the island enveloped in fiery red magma.
"Some sitch, huh?" she said softly.
"Yeah." Ron saw something strange. The island had been completely evacuated, so why did he see the silhouette of a young girl?
Claire glared at the boats scattered along the coastline which were heading for refuge at the nearest island-nation, one schooner in particular. On the deck she could clearly make out a person with yellow hair, a pink animal, and a woman whose red hair was blowing in the breeze.
She had missed them. It was too late… this time, at least.
