Act Two
The two teen heroes tracked Monkey Fist to the Middleton Art Museum. They spotted him in the middle of pulling off a heist. Monkey Fist was googoo-eyed as he lifted a glass case off an old relic/artifact that looked like a silver coconut.
"With this relic of mystical monkey mastery," Monkey Fist said to himself, "I will be transformed into an actual monkey! I will be able to have the full monkey kung-fu experience!"
"I don't think so, Monkey Fist!" Kim Possible said as she dropped down near him. Monkey Fist gasped, "Kim Possible! What are you doing here!"
"Uh, stopping you? Duh."
"Well, I shall not be hindered from the ultimate monkey experience! Monkey ninjas attack!"
Immediately, six little monkeys, dressed in black pajamas (with their faces covered), flipped several times until they were between Kim and Monkey Fist. Ron screamed "Aaaaah! Monkey! Monkey, monkey, monkey! Waah nuzah callahmujahfrita!" And then he ran in circles, or rather, limped in circles.
Kim readied her hands for the monkeys. One hopped on her shoulder and wrapped his tail around her neck. She immediately responded by grabbing the monkey's tail and throwing him (by the tail) into two of the other monkeys.
Now, three monkeys drew banana-shaped ninja stars. They hurled the sharp metal stars at Kim, but she dodged them easily as a result of her quick reflexes. She manages to snatch one of the flying sharp bananas in midair and fling it at a chandelier. It fell from the ceiling on top of all the monkeys. Kim brushed off her hands triumphantly.
Monkey Fist had meanwhile stolen the silver coconut and was making his getaway. He chuckled to himself, imitating a monkey, for he was already anxious to go from man to ape. His mental celebration was interrupted when a figure landed him front of him. Little did Monkey Fist know that this person would shatter his dreams.
"The museum is open for looting," Fist said to the person, "but be wary: Kim Possible and her monkey-phobic friend are not far. I've collected my prize. See?"
The person stepped into the light: it was Mercenary. "I'm not here for some artifact. I'm here for you."
"What?" Monkey Fist asked, his voice articulating his proper British accent more than usual, "Why?"
Kim ran down the hallway in pursuit of Monkey Fist. She didn't have to go far, because he came to her, practically afraid for his life. "Oh, please, Kim Possible," he begged, "save me from that lunatic with the white mask!"
"Dude, wouldn't it be totally beyond cool if Mercenary helped us capture Monkey Fist!" Ron whispered to Kim.
"Mercenary," she repeated coldly.
"You know him?" Monkey Fist asked.
"Yes. Monkey Fist, have you have been on unfriendly terms with Drakken?"
"Not recently. What are you talking about? Look, here's the relic I stole. I give it back! Nothing is worth it when my own life is at risk! Oh, I want a banana!"
Mercenary came around the corner and Monkey Fist whimpered even more. "Don't make me run after you," he said coldly.
"Go home, Mercenary," Kim said to him, "Monkey Fist surrendered. I'm handing him over to the authorities. You don't need to capture him."
Ron groaned and whined, "Why do we have to help the monkey?"
Mercenary didn't say anything. He kept walking toward Kim and Fist. Kim felt a little uncomfortable. "Um, why does Drakken want Monkey Fist anyway?"
"Who ever said that Drakken wants Monkey Fist? I don't work for Drakken yet, Kim. Besides, even if I did, I would still take on specially ordered hunts."
"At least tell me who wants him."
"Sorry, confidential," Mercenary replied with a grim and determined tone, "but you can always beat the information out of me."
"You've got some nerve, you know that? You blew up Global Justice Headquarters!"
"It wasn't personal, Kim," Mercenary said emotionlessly. "I just took some precautions. After I heard that the Great Kim Possible can do anything, I figured you'd find a way to track it, find it, and get it back."
Kim gritted her teeth and charged at Mercenary. The hunter boosted into the air, and Kim didn't tackle any thing but air. Mercenary didn't laugh when he drew a pistol. He set the mode for "automatic" and squeezed the trigger. He didn't even need to release it and pull again: blasts came out instantly and rapidly.
The heroine gasped and somersaulted several times until she had found cover behind glassed-off artifacts. Mercenary ceased firing when she was out of range. Kim pulled out her kimmunicator.
"Wade, I need some help."
"All right, check your backpack."
Kim took it off and was about to open it, but Mercenary discovered her location. Kim had to quickly stuff it all away and sprint to the other side of the room to avoid Mercenary's attacks. "Wade, I need to make this quick."
"Okay, okay," Wade said on the kimmunicator. "The first item is a glove and boomerang."
"Great, if I knew how to throw a boomerang."
"You don't have to. The boomerang is electromagnetically linked to the glove. Throw it and it will come back to you wherever you are."
"You rock, Wade," Kim said with a smile as she quickly slipped on the glove.
"Eh, that's not all. Put on the glove and point with your index finger."
As soon as she did, a thin red laser shot out of the tip. It wasn't harmful, more like the ones that are put on sniper rifles.
"Point to a target and the laser will lock the boomerang on it. Then just throw the boomerang and watch the show."
"Wade, do you seriously know how much you rock?"
"I try," he said meekly, rubbing the back of his neck.
Kim peeked out from her hiding spot and pointed at Mercenary. He looked down at his chest and saw a little red dot appear there. When nothing happened, he looked back at Kim and gave her an are-you-serious look. Kim grinned, tossed the boomerang into the air, and took off on foot.
Mercenary made to follow her, but the boomerang hit him smack in the face. His whole body was forced to do a backwards flip, and his chin hit the ground hard. Mercenary groaned as he got up. The boomerang was flying around for another pass. Mercenary activated his two force-shields and smacked the boomerang away as soon as it got close.
The flying weapon wobbled in midair then came to a crashing halt in a wall. The hunter turned back to the area that Kim had gone, and he went down that way as well. Monkey Fist was on his hands and knees, begging for mercy. Kim walked up to him and said, "It's all right. Let's go, Monkey Fist."
The monkey man whimpered and, once he saw that Kim was alone, got up slowly to join her. She had an expression that was both compassionate and firm. Monkey Fist might be somebody's prey, but he still just tried to steal something. That doesn't mean he's off the hook. Anyway, Kim wasn't able to comprehend much about the situation because she suddenly lost the ability to breathe.
There was a tight pulling on her neck, and Kim reached to feel what it was. The thing felt like some kind of whipcord. She was abruptly yanked off her feet and was being pulled through the air. Kim looked around and saw that Mercenary was pulling her around by a cord that came out of his left gauntlet. Everything was going black: she was losing consciousness.
"Hang on, KP!" Ron said as he threw one of his crutches at the flying Mercenary, who simply smacked it away. Ron turned to Rufus. "You're up, buddy! Bring this bad boy down!" Rufus nodded, and Ron threw him at Mercenary. The naked mole rat landed on his shoulder and bit into his neck. "Aaaargh!" Mercenary cried out in pain.
Now, Mercenary was officially angry with that little rodent. He grabbed Rufus fiercely and squeezed. The little guy looked like his eyes were about to pop out. But before that could happen, Mercenary chucked Rufus across the room. Kim had now untied the whipcord that was around her neck, and she was ready for action.
Mercenary had descended back down to the floor, and Kim was already engaging him. The two exchanged and blocked each other's punches and kicks (Kim being the more agile of the two). Mercenary finally ducked down and boosted with his jetpack: he was thrust forward and rammed Kim Possible in the chest and stomach. Mercenary drove her through a glass door and into the next room.
When Mercenary rose afterwards, Kim lay still, as if sleeping. Ron and a dazed Rufus were already at her side as Mercenary walked away and prepared to get what he came for. Monkey Fist was in a corner, curled up in the fetal position, whimpering. "Oh, please, good sir, leave me be. I have done you no harm! I am but a humble monkey man!"
"Relax," Mercenary said grimly, "I'm not going to kill you. You're worth more alive."
Monkey Fist winced when Mercenary aimed his left gauntlet and fired a ball that exploded into a tie-up from shoulder to knee at the monkey man. Ron helped Kim to her feet, and she staggered out into the same hallway that Mercenary was carrying away Monkey Fist.
"You better hope you're more prepared when I go after the President of the United States," Mercenary said to Kim and Ron, his voice echoing in the hall.
"Is that all you care about!" She shouted to him. "Money?"
Mercenary didn't answer. Ron turned to Kim, who held her head in pain. "Maybe this isn't so bad," he said, "I mean, Mercenary did help us capture Monkey Fist, who is like the freakiest freak of nature around!"
"That's not the point, Ron. I wish I could trust guys like Mercenary, but I don't know what side he's on. It kinda scares me. Oh, it doesn't matter: he just told us who he's going to strike next…"
"The President?"
Kim sighed and confirmed by saying, "The President."
