Chapter 7 - The Night Before
(Rockwaller Mansion, 7pm, November 18, 2018)
Bonnie Rockwaller was chuckling gleefully as she observed what the Stoppables were doing through her Spy Flies. She had spent eight of her now-reduced 15 month prison sentence at 'Camp Cupcake' aka the Federal Prison Camp in Andersonville, West Virginia. Now, she was spending the other half, seven months to be exact, under house arrest in her opulent mansion. She had an electronic ankle bracelet on that monitored her every move. To her, being in her own mansion was a hell of a lot better than bein in an 8' x 10' dorm room that kinda resembled a jail cell. Althouh she couldn't do any shopping outside the mansion, she employed the Fashionistas and (now ex-felon) Camille Leon to buy things from the World's Richest Mall for her.
She was wearing, of course, her Country Club Banana dark denim baggy overalls with both straps undone and held up by a belt with her boxers showing and a purple croptop. Plus, Bonnie had the usual bling and piercings as well.
"So, the Stoppables are going a little trip to South Dakota for Thanksgiving, huh?" the brunette giggled, "We'll see how miserable I can make your little trip, K! But first, I must call up a couple of...old acquaintances!"
Bonnie got on her cell phone and started to call up numbers.
(Stoppable house, 7:30pm)
Kim was wearing her long-sleeved denim jumpsuit with the top three buttons undone, showing off a good amount of cleavage, for she wasn't wearing a bra on. High-heeled black boots, giant gold hoop earrings, a purple heart long chain necklace, a medium-length chain horseshoe necklace , three gold charm bracelets and several bangles completed the outfit. The Club Banana jumpsuits that Kim owned had a rear flap on the jumpsuit, so that made it a little easier for Kim to do her...'business'.
She, however, was sad tonight.
It had been almost two years since Nana had passed.
Two years.
All on the dining room table stood photos of Nana and the family. There was the 2010 Christmas and the 1998 Possible Thanksgiving where Kim made a mess of making Nana's famous lemon squares. and one note in front of Kim that stood out to her.
It was dated from October 2003, her freshman year in high school.
Dear Kimberly Ann,
I know you're busy saving the world, going to school, and being a cheerleader and all, but you could take a few minutes to call your grandmother. I miss hearing from you.
I love you, Pookie.
Nana Possible.
PS: If you have to go fight villains after dark, at least wear a sweater.
At this, Kim broke down and cried. It was difficult for her to lose her most favorite paternal grandparent. It was so hard for her that she almost didn't go to the traditional Possible Christmas last year, all because it reminded her of so much of Nana.
Ron saw the crying mess of his wife and went to her side. Rufus also patted her
"KS, I know that you're a bit upset right now..."
Kim sniffled and replied, "Yeah, Ron. It had been two years since Nana passed." She wiped some tears from her eyes.
"But you had wonderful moments with her...and the photos are proof of it!" Ron replied, "Treasure them for as long as you live, but create new ones with the family that you have with me, Rufus, Justin, and Alexa."
"You're right! I have you guys to keep me company!" Kim said as the bright smile of hers returned to her face. "We want a nice, peaceful, and quiet trip."
"Do you have your clothes packed up and ready, Kim?" Ron asked.
"I have them ready in the suitcase!" Kim said, pointing to the two pink suitcases. "The overalls have been carefully selected with post-it notes for which day I am going to wear them and which shirt I am planning to wear."
"Awesome! I'm keeping it simple, KS!" Ron said while getting out a list of the clothes he was planning to wear.
"The Wombat should be packed up and ready to go for tomorrow!" Kim said, "It should have enough room for all the luggage."
"When should the kids get to their beds so that we can get on the road?" Ron asked.
"Around 8pm. We're gonna have to get on the road at around 6 in the morning!" Kim said. "We're gonna put in the GPS in."
"Are the batteries charged, Kim?"
"They sure are!"
Just at that moment, the phone then rang.
"I'll get that!" Ron replied. He went itno the kitchen to answer the phone.
(10 minutes later)
"So who was it?" Kim asked.
"Aunt Ednel." Ron said on who was the caller, "She wants me to take her daugher Mary and her friend, Canna to the Lipsky Thanksgiving as well.
"Ron, do we even have enough room in the Wombat?" Kim questioned, wondering about how much space the station wagon has.
"Kim, relax! It has enough room for 6 people and a naked mole rat, plus our luggage!" Ron said. He took out his tablet and played some game apps on it.
"It's not just that." Kim said, "It's that they..."
Her speech about Aunt Ednel's offspring was interrupted by the sound of garage doors going up and down.
"Oh no...don't tell me..." Kim groaned.
Ron uttered, "He got into them again!"
Rufus squeaked, "Uh-oh!"
The Stoppable parents and Rufus ran as fast as they could to the garage. There, they saw that Justin was playing with all three of the garage door remotes.
"Justin!" Ron exclaimed as he got his son away from the garage door buttons.
"What did I do?" Justin asked. He would always say this whenever he got in trouble.
"How many times do we have to tell you that the garage door opener is not a toy!" Kim scolded her eldest child. "You have a playroom filled with them!"
Ron escorted his son out of the garage and Rufus crawled out of there too.
Kim turned out the lights of the garage.
