After leaving you with that little cliffhanger last time, I dared not wait too long to post this update. But as they say, patience is a virtue, so first a tip of the hat to all of this week's virtuous reviewers: Sentinel103, Bookworm Gal, CajunBear73, etyberz, Jimmy1201, Eddy13, Joyce LaKee, EchidnaPower, OMAC001 and Tito-Mosquito. And remember, leave a review, and you'll get a reply. So sit back, read on and enjoy...


Kim-napped


I.

Ron was aghast with disbelief at the unexpected news. "Wade, this is really wrongsick! But are you sure Kim's been kidnapped? Maybe she just stepped out for a midnight snack or something."

Wade tried to explain. "Sorry, Ron, but it's confirmed. From what I understand from her brothers, they heard what sounded like a huge electrical discharge coming from Kim's room. According to Jim, it was like the time they tried to build their own supercomputer from stock parts, and blew every circuit breaker in the house."

Ron nodded. "Yeah, I remember that. Weren't they grounded a month for that stunt?"

"Exactly. Anyway, once they entered her room, they could detect the pungent smell of ozone from the discharge, and then noticed her burnt-out cell phone on the floor."

Ron nearly fainted at the news. "Omigosh! She's not… not…"

"No, Ron. If she had been vaporized, her phone would have been too. That would have also left a huge scorch mark as well as particulate bioresidue, but fortunately there was neither. And more good news, I have a pretty good idea about what actually happened. As luck would have it, I was able to capture the event using her computer's webcam. Next, I detected an ionization trail that the electrical burst had left behind, which made a clear path directly toward the nearest cell phone tower."

"So you think she's still alive?"

"I'm sure of it, Ron."

Ron exhaled in relief. "Well, weirder things have happened before, so nice sleuthing, Sherlock. I guess this is where I say, 'You rock, Wade,' since Kim's not here. And this would be so cool, if it weren't for the fact that Kim's gone totally missing now."

Wade assured him, "Yeah, but I also have a pretty good idea where she disappeared to, and I'm sure she's still alive and well, at least for the moment. And, uh, well… so is Bonnie, for that matter."

Rufus raised a curious eyebrow. "Huh?"

Ron also looked perplexed. "Bonnie? What's she got to do with any of this?"

"Well, Kim was on her cell phone with Bonnie at the moment Professor Dementor called her."

Ron suddenly felt the room start to spin around him. "What? You mean Professor Dementor's involved in this somehow? But why was he calling Kim? And why was Kim talking with Bonnie at this time of night?"

He began to hyperventilate. "Wait a minute, this must just be some kind of terrible dream, and I'll wake up in just a few more seconds." He grabbed his head and tunelessly began singing, "La, la, la…"

Wade apologized, "Sorry, Ron, but this is really happening. And there's more: I was able to trace the original call back to Professor Dementor's lair in the Bavarian Alps, so there's little doubt that's exactly where Kim and Bonnie are."

Hanging on to the hope that Kim was still okay, Ron tried to reason out this new turn of events. "Well, I can think of any number of reasons why that Teutonic troublemaker would want to kidnap Kim, but why Bonnie? That doesn't make any sense."

"I guess I should just play the whole recording of the phone convo for you. That should pretty much explain everything."

"What, you already have a recording of the phone call, as well as a recording of how she was kidnapped? Next you'll be telling me that you have a tracking chip on Kim, just like you do with me!"

Wade exclaimed, "What? How did you know that I had you chipped? Even Kim doesn't know about that!"

Ron snickered back, "Hey, I've got a few secrets too, y'know."

Wade stumbled, "Well, I don't have her chipped, but I now wish that I did. Anyway, I have the recording all cued up for you now."

As Wade replayed the message, Ron couldn't help but feel that he was caught somewhere between a soap opera and an episode of the Twilight Zone. After it was finished, Ron let out a long, sad sigh.

"So, Dementor has perfected a device that can suck someone right into the telephone wires and transport them wherever he wants. So he grabbed Kim, and then accidentally snagged Bonnie, too."

Rufus moaned, "Oh, poor Kim…"

"Yup. That's exactly what it looks like, Ron."

The youth moaned, "Well, at least I know she really enjoyed our first kiss. And enough to brag about it to Bonnie right away."

Wade chuckled. "Yeah, and half the world might be enjoying it pretty soon, too."

"Huh?"

"Jim and Tim built a silent drone, and recorded your smooch with Kim on video."

Rufus couldn't help from bursting out in a fit of giggling, falling backwards onto his back in delight.

Ron hit himself on the forehead. "Those sneaky peeping Toms! Have they no shame?!"

He forced himself to calm down, going over all the details again in his mind. "Okay, so at least Kim and Bonnie are both still alive. But there's still one thing I don't get."

"What's that, Ron?"

"What's Bonnie taking antibiotics for, and why was she so upset about Kim knowing? Maybe a sore throat after all the cheerleading tonight?"

Now it was Wade's turn to slap his forehead, amazed at Ron's cluelessness. "Uh, not exactly. I'll tell you when you're older."

"What?" Suddenly Ron's light bulb popped on. "Oh… OHHHhhh… And, EWWWwww…"

He added with a smirk, "But not really surprising."

Rufus added his own devilish snicker.

Ron immediately jumped out of bed and announced, "Well, when your new girl and her snarky competition have been kidnapped by a world-class supervillain, there's only one thing to do."

Wade chortled, "What, let the ladies fight it out, and stick with whoever survives?"

"No! Rescue them both and lock up the bad guy!" Ron fumed. "It's just that the timing is completely and totally wrong. This wasn't even supposed to have happened yet! Dementor wasn't due to perfect the Transportulator for at least another year…"

Wade did a double take. "What was that, Ron? And what's a Transportulator?"

Ron quickly tried to cover his gaffe. "Uh, never mind. Forget I said that. What's important now is that I get there as soon as possible and rescue both of our fair maidens."

He immediately corrected himself. "Uh, on second thought, better make that one fair maiden, and one snarky floozy. That is, as long as they're still both being held captive in Dementor's lair."

Wade answered, "Ron, you know I'll do anything I can to help you rescue Kim, but shouldn't you just leave this to Global Justice? No offense, but couldn't they handle this better than you?"

Ron frowned, "No. That's exactly what Dementor will be expecting, and he'll have prepared for that. But what he won't be expecting is a little surprise visit from, the sidekick."

Rufus scowled, "Hey!"

"Oops. Sorry Rufus. Make that the sidekick, and his sidekick."

Rufus nodded in approval. "More like it!"

Ron narrowed his eyes in determination. "Wade, we're gonna need a ride, stat!"

Wade winked, "You've got it, Ron. And I may have just the thing…"

An hour later, Ron was on board the private supersonic aircraft of Japanese toy magnate Mr. Nakasumi and swiftly winging his way to Europe at top speed.

He bowed respectfully toward his benefactor. "Thanks for the ride, Mr. N. I can't tell you how much I appreciate this."

Mr. Nakasumi whispered in the ear of his attractive almond-eyed secretary, Yoshiko Kyoko. She translated, "He says to think nothing of it, honorable Stoppable-san. We were on way to European toy festival anyway. And it is least he can do for you after saving his toy factory from evil blue-skinned villain several months ago."

Ron waved a dismissive hand. "Oh, pshaw, Miss Kyoko. Nothing that Kim and I couldn't handle. I'm just glad I was able to prevent Drakken from stealing Christmas."

Mr. Nakasumi whispered again in Yoshiko's ear. She giggled before repeating, "Apologies. You mean, preventing the evil one from taking over world?"

Ron whined, "Aw, not you, too? I've argued with Kim over that for at least two months now…"

Rufus added a tiny snicker for good measure.

Ron now began a silent convo with his tiny friend. "Well, Rufus. I have a good feeling about our little rescue mission, but what worries me is that none of this should be happening yet. Dementor wasn't even supposed to invent the Transportulator until about halfway through my junior year, let alone perfect it."

Rufus wagged his tiny head. "I hate to say that I told you so, but I warned you that tampering with the timeline to the extent that you have might have serious consequences. And it looks like my fears were well founded."

Ron frowned, "You may be right. But now what do I do to fix it?"

The naked mole rat gave a small shrug. "You don't even know what you did specifically to disrupt it in the first place. And trying to mend the situation without discovering the reason could be catastrophic."

"Yeah, I think you're right. But first we've got to rescue Kim and Bonnie. There'll be time enough to fix everything else later."

He added with a chuckle, "That is, if they even need saving. The way those two snark at each other all the time, Dementor may end up turning them loose just for his own peace of mind…"


II.

Kim awoke to discover that she and Bonnie were now inside Professor Dementor's fortress lair in the Bavarian Alps, their hands bound tightly to the steel cage that now had them both trapped. The black-helmeted villain had been impatiently waiting for them to awaken, and as soon as Kim regained consciousness, he turned on his villain light, illuminating his face with its evil red glow.

"Aha! At last you are awake, Kim Possible. But first, my apologies. I had no idea that my Transportulator would actually knock you out for so long."

Kim growled back, "You're apologizing for knocking us out, but not for kidnapping us? That just makes so much sense, Dementor. And tying us up and putting us in a cage? A little overkill, don't you think?"

"Not when it comes to you, my snippy little heroine. And especially since I've given my henchmen the night off."

Bonnie now started to come around as well, her eyes fluttering open. "Wh-where in the heck am I?" She first pulled on the ropes that held her fast, quickly noticing that Kim was also tied up right next to her. She rolled her eyes heavenward and began to complain vociferously.

"Oh, just great. I must be dead and obviously in hell, since Possible is right here next to me, ready to start torturing me for all eternity…"

Kim huffed back, "You're not dead, and you're not in hell, Bonnie." She added with an ironic chuckle, "Not yet at least, anyway…"

"Well, it sure looks like it to me," she grimaced, looking about the spooky lair.

Kim then noticed Bonnie's current attire, a rather revealing red silken negligee. "Well, considering what you're wearing right now, all you'd need would be some horns and a tail, and you'd fit right in."

Bonnie narrowed her eyes. "Hey, what I sleep in is none of your business, K!"

Kim sneered back, "Sleep? Really? Looks like you were getting ready for a little something else, B! And considering who you were obviously expecting when I called, I think it's definitely my business!"

"Ahem!" Looking up, they noticed Dementor scowling at the both of them, his arms folded and impatiently tapping his foot.

"If you two are finished mit your snarking, I would like to get down to the business of exactly why you are both here."

Bonnie insolently shot back, "And just who in the hell are you, Mr. Black Helmet Guy?"

Ignoring her flippant remark, he began with a slight bow of his head. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am the famous Professor Dementor, and you are both my prisoners!"

Bonnie growled, "Actually, you just look like some loonie holding a red flashlight under his face. Kim, explanation please? You deal with these freakos all the time."

Kim answered, "Yeah, this is one of the bad guys Ron and I fight on a more or less regular basis. And somehow he's kidnapped the two of us, but just how I can't say. So how about a few answers, Professor, please and thank you?"

"But of course!" he quickly answered, rubbing his hands together in evil glee. "I used my newest invention, the Transportulator, to turn your bodies into electrical impulses and convey you here to my secret lair. And once I am done mit you, you vill never interfere mit my brilliant schemes to take over the world ever again! Bwa-hah-hah-hah!"

As he continued to gloat victoriously however, Bonnie was less than impressed. "Kim, why is this loser continuing to drone on about what he's going to do with us? Unless he's just planning on boring us to death."

Kim chuckled, "No Bonnie, it's called monologuing. It's kind of a bad habit that all villains have, but it almost always gives the good guys the chance to escape."

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Bonnie griped impatiently. "Do your Kung-Fu kick thingy and get us the hell out of here!"

But Dementor immediately cackled back, "Not zis time, Kim Possible! You are both tied very tightly, and now that I haf both of you in my clutches, I shall torture you for hours on end mit my favorite yodeling records at ever increasing volumes, until your brains melt into strudel!"

Bonnie huffed, "What-ever. But records? That's so last century."

Dementor shrugged, "Vell, I did transfer all of them to a cassette tape so I can play them on a loop..."

Kim chided, "What, no 8-track tapes? You're slipping, Dementor."

With another half-hearted shrug, he replied, "Ja, perhaps you are right. Especially since I really only wanted you, Kim Possible, but since zis Bonnie person was also on the line when I called, both of you were accidentally transportulated at the same time."

Bonnie exploded, "What!? You mean I shouldn't be here at all!? Kim, this is all your fault! And when I get out of here, you're going to be in so much trouble!"

Kim moaned, "Yeah, like that's gonna be any different than usual…"

Bonnie angrily fumed, "Okay, Dr. Demented…"

"That's Dementor. Professor Dementor. It's that Drakken nincompoop who's the doctor."

Bonnie impatiently huffed, "What-ever… Just dial my cell phone and send me back home this instant!"

He grinned, "So sorry, but I've already reached my maximum minutes on my phone plan zis month. You'll have to wait until I'm finished mit Kim Possible first."

Bonnie narrowed her eyes as she railed at the teen heroine, "I knew I should have let my voicemail take your stupid call, Kim! Now, use your fancy crime-fighting equipment and get us the hell out of this Bavarian nut case's cage!"

But she could only wag her head in defeat. "Sorry, Bonnie, but I wasn't prepared to go on a mission. All my stuff's back in my closet at home. And my Kimmunicator is in my pocket. I can't reach it while we're tied up."

"Oh, just great," she pouted. "So just who's going to rescue us?"

Just then, a proximity alarm went off. Dementor flipped a switch, activating the outside viewscreen. Floating down out of the sky were a redheaded teen and his trusty naked mole rat.

"Ron!" both girls yelled simultaneously.

"Jinx, you owe me a soda, Bonnie!"

"I don't think so, Kim." She continued with a sly grin, "But after Ronnie rescues me, you can treat us all to one."

Kim could only reply with a frustrated, "nnnNNNGGGHHH!"

Dementor frowned and scratched his chin. "Hmm. The boy and his little rodent friend are a bit earlier than I had planned, but no matter. Excuse me ladies, but I have some would-be rescuers to capture…"


III.

At that moment, Ron and Rufus were gently floating toward Professor Dementor's secret Bavarian lair after parachuting out of Mr. Nakasumi's plane. Upon landing, they looked curiously at the tiny brightly lit building which stood before them.

With a perplexed look, Ron queried, "What, a cheese kiosk? What's a cheese kiosk doing here in front of Dementor's lair?"

Laid out before them was a delicious looking spread of various cheeses. Bavarian Bergkase, Swiss Appenzeller, even a chunk or two of American Swiss. Not hesitating a single moment, Rufus lunged for the tempting slices on the counter.

"Wait, Rufus! It might me a…"

With a loud clang, iron bars instantly came crashing down, imprisoning them both.

"…a trap…" Ron sadly concluded.

Rufus mumbled an apology. "Oops! Sorree…"

A soft cackle was heard, blooming immediately into a huge guffaw. "Well, look what my little cheese booth has captured!"

The evil professor walked up to them, quite pleased with himself that his ruse had succeeded.

Ron was astounded. "Wait! You mean you were expecting us, and not Global Justice?"

With another guffaw he barked, "But of course! I knew that as merely the sidekick you couldn't possibly be serious about rescuing Kim Possible and her rude loudmouthed friend by yourself, so it made sense to me that you would therefore have to."

"Oh, a trap-trap, huh? Just like Dr. Drakken…"

Dementor screamed back, "DO NOT MENTION THAT NAME OF A PERSON WHO I DESPISE SO MUCH!"

Ron sniggered, "Ooh. I seem to have hit a bit of a nerve there, huh, Rufus?"

As Rufus chittered in agreement, Dementor queried, "Und vat exactly is a trap-trap? Such a thing have I never heard of…"

"That'll have to wait for another time, Professor." Literally… "So let's get down to business. First, if you've harmed a single hair on Kim's head…"

He almost voiced the tired cliché 'you'll wish you had never been born,' but then thought of something even more appropriate for the Germanic villain.

"I'll make you wish you had been born… in Norway!"

Dementor shuddered. "That is so much the place wishing I vas never born, mit their disgustingly greasy meat cakes. Ugh! But it is actually only Kim Possible that I want, not that rude, disgusting Bonnie Rottweiler."

Ron stifled a chuckle. "Uh, I think that's Rockwaller."

The villain's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Really? I could have sworn she said her name vas Rottweiler…" He gave Ron a knowing wink. "But if the shoe fits, eh? Anyway, I vill let you have her back as long as you promise to leave immediately and never darken my door again!"

Ron sneered back, "No deal. And I much as I'd love to leave Bon-Bon here with you, I'll be leaving with them both, please and thank you."

"Yeah!" Rufus added with a derisive jeer. Placing his tiny arms akimbo, he blew a insolent raspberry at the black-helmeted villain.

"Hah-hah, you are so very humorous mit the clever use of a Kim Possible catchphrase. But it is I who haf you trapped, as you can see. But you may rest assured that I vill not harm a single pretty blond hair on Kim Possible's head." Rubbing his hands together, he began to cackle evilly. "Her brain however is a totally different matter…"

Ron remained defiant as he sarcastically replied, "So, you like Kim for her mind, huh? What a gentleman…"

"Bah, hardly! I plan on playing my favorite yodeling recordings on a continuous loop at ever-increasing volume levels, until her eardrums burst and her brain is reduced to the consistency of Bueno Nacho's day-old refried beans!"

Ron gasped, "You fiend! What kind of sick and wrong mind comes up with such an insidious…"

He stopped in mid-sentence and continued almost disinterestedly, "Sorry, giving you way too much credit here. It actually sounds about as lame a plot as I've ever heard of." And in two universes no less…

Dementor's face turned crimson with anger. "You vill be yodeling a much different tune once I am done mit all of you, zis I promise!"

And with a clap of his hands and a cheerful whistle, he called for his pet dachshunds. "Here, Hans und Fritz! I haf a little job for you…"

But these were no ordinary dachshunds. His genetically mutated wiener dogs were a full six feet high at the shoulder, and with a disposition to match. Dementor attached the snarling dogs to Ron's cage like mules to a cart, and with another whistle from their master, it was pulled forward and into the waiting maw of his lair.

As soon as Ron saw the two trapped cheerleaders, he yelled out, "Kim! Are you okay?"

But Bonnie was the first to grouse back, "We're just fine, Ronnie. Now get us out of here!"

Kim sighed tiredly, "Yeah, Ron, please and thank you? If I have to suffer another minute here next to Queen Prissy, I'm going to feel like sticking an ice pick in my ear to keep from hearing her moan and groan."

Bonnie shot back, "Hey, you're no picnic getting stuck next to either, Kim!"

But as his cage rolled to a stop, Ron suddenly had a brainstorm. After sending a mental image of his plan to Rufus, his tiny pet gave him an understanding wink in acknowledgement. The naked mole rat then silently slipped out between the bars without Professor Dementor noticing and quietly began his tasks.

Ron started by giving Dementor a wide smile. "So? Using yodeling to defeat Team Possible, huh? That's a new one on us. But will it be the traditional Alpine yodeling, or are you going to be adding some American Country and Western styles for variety? Perhaps some jazz or blues, just to keep things interesting?"

The look of surprise on the Professor's face could not have been greater. "Young Schtoppable, I am truly amazed! I had no idea that you were such a connoisseur of the yodeling."

Ron grinned back, "Oh, you'd be bon-diggity surprised at some of the stuff I know, Professor. But as for myself, I haven't decided if I like the Persian tahrir or Georgian krimanchuli yodeling technique better. As you well know, they both have their strong and weak points."

Dementor nodded, scratching his chin in contemplation. "Ja, ja, of course. That goes mitout saying."

Unobtrusively placing his hands behind his back, Ron continued to lecture, "And then there's the elaborate polyphonic style of the Central African Pygmies. But that's not really suitable for your purposes, and besides, it's really not my cup of tea anyway."

The villain chuckled, "Naturally, that stands to reason. Perfectly understood."

He glanced up at the ceiling of the lair as he continued to expound, distracting Dementor from the bars directly behind him that he had just begun melting with his mystical energy, and out of sight from Kim and Bonnie as well.

"But as you know, the very best places for Alpine-style yodeling are locations with a good echo. So your lair is, well, just made to order. Totally badical!"

"Ja! Ja! Absolutely!"

Meanwhile, Rufus had finished chewing through Kim's bindings. She softly whispered, "Good boy, Rufus…"

But Bonnie was simply beside herself with fury, oblivious to the covert rescue attempt. "What in the heck is Stoppable doing? He should be trying to get us out of here instead of talking shop with that red-suited doofus!"

Kim motioned her to be silent, hissing back, "Zip it, Bonnie. He's trying to distract the bad guy and get us out of here. So don't draw any attention to yourself." She added with a sly grin, "As hard as that may be for you to do..."

Bonnie bit her lip in anger, just as Rufus began to chew through her bindings. But when she felt the naked mole rat climbing on her wrist, she nearly let out a yelp of surprise.

Kim quickly cuffed her hand over the cheerleader's mouth and whispered, "Remember, Bonnie. Not a sound." The teal-eyed teen silently nodded back.

Meanwhile, Professor Dementor was shaking his head in wonder at Ron's encyclopedic knowledge. "My, but your familiarity mit the fine points of yodeling is very impressive, Schtoppable. But where in the verld did you learn of all zis?"

He shrugged, "Well, I've got a teacher in high school who loves to give me pop quizzes and extra homework on nearly a weekly basis, and…"

Dementor threw up his hands. "Ach, say no more! Zis reminds me of my youth und zat particularly overbearing and tyrannical headmaster who tortured me for years! Ja, I can completely relate."

He continued in a conspiratorial whisper, "In fact, he is the actual reason I turned to evil." He added with a chuckle, "And the first to feel my wrath in my new guise as Professor Dementor, of course."

Ron smiled and nodded in understanding. " 'Natch."

He observed that Rufus had finally finished chewing through Bonnie's bindings, and had now reattached each dachshund's harness to the two center bars of Kim and Bonnie's cage. As Dementor rambled on with his monologue, Ron used his Mystical Monkey Power to create the illusion of a juicy steak directly in front of each dog. As each one eagerly sought their own delicious meal, they began straining with all their might in opposite directions in order to snatch the tantalizing treat dangling before each of them, just out of reach of their slathering jaws. Slowly, the iron bars began to bend under the terrific stress.

Beads of sweat appeared on Ron's forehead as he attempted to maintain the illusion of the steaks for the wiener dogs, while simultaneously keeping Dementor distracted.

"Now, Professor, your headmaster's name wasn't, uh, Steven Barkin by any chance, was it?"

C'mon, just a few inches more…

The villain looked at him with another look of total amazement. "No, but very close in point of fact. Stephan Barkenstein vas his full name, so it wouldn't surprise me if they weren't related somehow."

Soon, the space between the bars were just wide enough for the two girls to escape. Rufus motioned with his tiny paw for them to make a run for it. Once they both had slipped out, Rufus hit the dog's harness release, and Ron frantically began yelping a mutant wiener dog call as a distraction while he squeezed out of his own cage.

Rufus in the meantime had short-circuited Dementor's stereo system, which promptly began shooting out flaming electrical sparks and quickly catching the lair on fire.

Dementor gasped, spotting his burning sound system as well as the now free trio of teens.

Assuming her usual attack stance, Kim quipped, "Well, Dementor. It looks like the only place you'll be yodeling now is Cell Block C."

Ron quickly added, "Yeah! Too bad we couldn't drop you off at Sing-Sing Prison!" He gave Kim a wink. "Sing-Sing, get it?"

This only earned him a collective groan from all present. Ron shrugged, "Well, I thought it was funny…"

But as Kim raced toward the now furious villain, he angrily shook his fist in the air and yelled, "Not so fast, Kim Possible! You may be free at zis moment, but not for long!"

Reaching into his pocket, he removed a small silver ball. "My brand new Bondo Ball should slow you down a bit. Here, catch!"

And with that, he tossed the device directly at Kim.

In horror, Ron lunged at his friend, yelling, "Kim! Whatever you do, don't touch that!"

Pushing her out of the way just in time, the ball hit the floor and exploded in a burst of green smoke, missing Kim but enveloping him instead.

Dementor whined, "Oh, for pity's sake. Saved at the last second by the sidekick. I really must rethink zis whole dynamic."

Suddenly, the sound of a Global Justice hoverjet that Wade had called for backup could be heard approaching.

Shrugging in defeat, the villain groused, "Vell, I would love to see how zis all turns out, but I really must be going now."

Quickly strapping on a jet pack, he saluted the trio of teens and fired it up. "So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, good-bye!"

And with a burst of smoke and flame, he rocketed out of an emergency hatch in the lair's ceiling.

Picking himself off the floor, Ron brushed himself off and asked, "Well, are you two ladies okay?" He added with a snicker, "And I do use the term loosely, especially in Bon-Bon's case. Very loosely."

But instead of a snarky comeback, Bonnie ran straight to Ron, who defensively threw up his hands.

"No, wait, Bonnie!"

But it was too late. Giving him a warm hug and an even warmer kiss, she purred, "Just a little thank you for rescuing me, my hero."

But when she tried to pull away, a bright blue glow began to radiate from between them, holding them tightly together.

"What the…" Bonnie puzzled, "I've heard of personal magnetism, but this is just ridiculous…"

But as much as they continued to struggle to free themselves, the effect kept them inextricably bonded to the other.

Now more than a little concerned, Kim cautiously asked, "Ron, did I hear Dementor say something about… a Bondo Ball?"

Ron could only respond with a sheepish grin, while Bonnie decided to stop struggling, snuggling even closer into the arms of the now very uncomfortable teen.

"Hey, lover boy, I could really get used to this…"

Ron whined, "Oh, boy. Am I in trouble now…"

While Kim looked on with increasing anger, Rufus placed his head in his tiny paws and moaned, "Oh, no. Here we go again…"


Oh dear... Well, this is quite the delicate sitch for poor altRon, and gives new meaning to the word 'awkweird.' Thanks to Dementor, things can only go from bad to wurst in this ongoing romantic triangle, as we'll discover in our next episode, "I'm So Stuck On You," or, "Your Place Or Mine?"

TBC...