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Author's Notes: Where did Ron disappear to you wonder? Let's find out during the second part of the story. This now becomes a x-over tale. Yes I know I state in my profile that I dislike x-overs, but this just fit so well.

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The Monkey and The Coyote

Chapter 8

A Hard Landing

A bright light flashed briefly before Ron Stoppable suddenly found himself ten feet in the air. Of course gravity, being a force of nature and having the properties it has, swiftly brought the blond boy down to re-introduced him to the hard-pack ground. Ron tried to push himself up onto his hands and knees but found the effort more than difficult and gave up after a few tries. "Now I know what they mean when someone asks if they got the number of that truck. I feel like I got run over by the annual Running of the Monkeys on Ape Island." Ron slowly brought his hands to the sides of his head to see if his brains or anything else was leaking out of his skull. "Well at least it feels like I'm all in one piece."

"As far as I can see you are," the excited voice sounded slightly grating and way too loud for Ron. "Are you drunk or something? You'd be the first drunk guy I've ever seen!"

"I'm not drunk," Ron said hoping he'd feel a lot worse if he had been. He didn't know for sure having never imbibed anything stronger than mulled apple cider in his life. Ron decided he would roll over onto his back and found the going easier after the minutes rest he had had since landing. "I think I got zapped by some kinda dimensional ray thingie that Professor Dementor had."

"That might explain why you suddenly appeared in the air. Hi I'm Tuck. That's short for Tucker."

Ron opened his eyes for the first time and saw an extremely small boy with messy black hair atop a rather larger than normal head standing over him with his hand extended. He took the proffered hand. "Hi Tuck I'm Ron. Ron Stoppable." He sat up and looked around. "Where's KP?"

"Who or what is a KP?" the small boy asked.

"KP!" Ron yelled in a slight panic. "Kim!"

"You were the only thing to materialize," Tuck said excitedly. "Were you fighting aliens or something when you got zapped?" The boy animatedly started to shoot imaginary guns and made noises like six shooters and lasers banging away.

"Aliens?" Ron clucked in disbelief as he gingerly stood. "There's no such things as aliens. At least not outside of Area 51. Major Simms told us they have to check in and stay there whenever they land on Earth."

Tuck let out a little laugh. "What century are you from? Aliens came to Earth forty years ago to blow us all to smithereens and take over. At least that's what they teach us in school." The diminutive lad struck a thoughtful pose. "Although, a few aliens still show up every once in a while."

"The Earth ain't never been invaded," Ron said as he checked his head again with both hands, further in disbelief of the conversation he was having with this tiny boy with the large head.

"Ain't never is a double negative and bad grammar," the small boy corrected Ron. "That means they have invaded and, as a matter of fact, the First Galactic Invasion took place forty years ago next week."

"Don't you start correcting my grammar," Ron said as he started to head off in one direction and the boy followed. "I have a huge headache and I ain't talkin or thinkin too clearly right now. Besides, I graduated from high school last month and I done okay there. I'm going to college in the fall to learn to be a chef right after Kim and I get married and we get back from our honeymoon." Ron cupped his hands to his mouth and yelled, "KP!" When he didn't get an answer he stopped in his tracks and walked in another direction. "She must be back at Dementor's castle." Ron pulled the old blue Kimmunicator out of his cargo pants pocket and turned it on. "Wade, what's the sitch? Where am I?" A snow fill screen stared back at him as the sound of static issued for the device. "Where's Wade? He hardly ever leaves his room and the Kimmunicator always connects to his computer anyway so I should be getting something. When Wade goes out he usually leaves a video message saying when he'll be back."

"Don't you mean Com-municator?" the messy haired boy asked.

"No," Ron said in a huff as he stopped again allowing the smaller boy to run into his legs. "It was Kim's communicator so I dubbed it the Kimmunicator. You sure ask a lot of questions for someone so small."

"You never learn anything if you don't ask questions," Tucker enthused. "So who's this Dementor guy?"

"Just one of the many bad guys who wants to take over the world," Ron said with a nonchalant wave of the hand as he peered around to see if he could pick up any landmarks. "Kim and I fight them all the time. He's from Bavaria."

"Bavaria, where's that?"

"It's a country or region somewhere over there in Europe somewhere," Ron said dismissively as he scooped up some dirt and let it sift through his fingers to check the wind direction. He shrugged when he realized knowing the wind direction meant nothing in this particular sitch. "I don't exactly know where."

"Europe? Where's that?"

"Don't they teach you guys geography?" the blond boy said as he turned his focus on the diminutive disquieting distraction. "Even I studied geography when I was your age."

"Oh, I get straight A's in geography," Tucker said proudly.

"Then," Ron asked scratching his head, "why don't you know one of the seven continents?"

"Seven?" Tuck queried, taken aback. "There are only six continents!"

"Seven," Ron affirmed definitively.

"Six," Tuck shot back.

"SEVEN!"

"SIX!"

Ron angrily ticked off the names on his fingers. "There's Asia, Africa, North America, South America, Australia, Antarctica and Europe!"

"Eurasia is a continent," the small boy said confidently with his arms crossed and a smug look on his face. "You didn't mention Eurasia."

"It's not a continent," Ron stated.

"Is so."

"Is not."

"Is so!"

"Is NOT!"

"What are you two arguing about Tuck," the voice interrupted from behind Ron. He spun around to see a red-headed boy slightly younger than him standing in a distinct, full-out slouch with both hands in his pockets.

"Oh hey Brad." Tucker tossed a thumb at Ron. "This guy says Eurasia isn't a continent. He called it Europe and Asia."

"They've always been separate continents... Europe and Asia," Ron almost pleaded. "At least that's what I learned in school."

"Then your school must be using some really old textbooks," the redhead called Brad said with a dismissive shrug. "They haven't been considered separate continents since the big Earth Conference of 2029."

"Two thousand twenty-nine!?!" Ron yelled in shock. "That's like twenty-two years from now!"

"Nope," the older boy said shaking his head casually, "that was forty-four years ago. That's ancient history."

"Aw Man!" Ron whined as he slapped both hands to his head in realization of what had occurred. "The Pan Can did it to me again! That's why KP ain't around!"

"Hi Brad, whose your friend?" the female voice came from above.

"Ack!" Ron yelped with a jump when a six and a half foot tall robotic girl landed next to Brad. Small blue flames were coming from the back of her ponytails and smoke whooshed from the soles of her feet as she alit. "This is too much! I gotta focus," Ron said as he started to really panic. "I need some serenity time." Ron sat down on the ground, folded his legs and placed the backs of his hands on his knees with the tips of his thumbs and middle fingers forming circles as he closed his eyes. Ron took two deep breaths and let them out slowly before his breathing shallowed.

"Hey Jenny," the redhead casually said to the white and azure hued robot girl, "I dunno. Tuck was arguing with him when I got here. Tuck, who is this stranger?" The three locals peered at the blond teenager in the Lotus Position going into a deep meditation.

"He said his name is Ron Stoppable," the small raven haired lad said shaking his head. "But isn't Mr. Stoppable, like, older than your Mom, Jenny?"

"Let's see," the robot girl said as she struck the classic thinking pose with a finger tapping her chin. "The First Galactic Invasion was forty years ago and Mom was in her early twenties when it happened. Mr. Stoppable was born at the beginning of the century so... Mom should be around the same age as Mr. Stoppable."

"He was calling for KP and Kim," Tucker informed his brother and their robotic next door neighbor. "Do you think he knows Mr. Stoppable's Mom? Isn't her name Kim?"

"Yep," Brad said, "but as far as I know no one has seen her since after the First Galactic Invasion, she's such a billionaire recluse. I mean Kim Stoppable must be at least a hundred years old now."

"I don't know Brad," Jenny warily said to her next door neighbor. "I think my Mom and Kim are friends. They occasionally talk on the Visu-Phone and I believe she's come over to to my house a few times. The woman didn't look much older than thirty five. Although... Mom did mention Kim was celebrating her eighty-fourth birthday the last time she came over."

"You've actually met Mrs. Stoppable and call her by her first name?" Tucker said excitedly as he hopped up and down."She's wonderful! She's marvelous! She's a legend! They devote a whole chapter to her battles during the First Galactic Invasion in our history books!"

"You mean to her and Rufus," Brad corrected his little brother.

Ron's eyes shot open. "RUFUS!!!"

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"Wade," Kim sternly said to the image on her Kimmunicator wristwatch, "Dementor and his henchmen have been taken care of but Ron was hit by some kind of ray and he's missing."

"Buddy!" Rufus squeaked loudly as he ran around the laboratory looking in every nook and cranny.

"Calm down Kim," Wade tried to assuage his friend, "GJ will be there in a minute to take Dementor into custody. Tell me what happened. But first... why are your eyes glowing and why is there a tail with your hair color swishing anxiously behind you?"

"That's a long story," Kim sighed as she powered down, "I'll tell you later. When Ron and I got to Professor Dementor's lair we started to battle the henchmen. We had taken down almost half of his goons when Dementor started to fire at Ron with a laser cannon that had the PDVI in it." Kim walked over to the big gun and pulled the Pan Dimensional Vortex Inducer out. "Dementor hit Ron with the ray just before Rufus or I could get to him."

The mighty mole rat scampered onto Kim's shoulder with a very distraught look on his face. "Can't find," he sadly groaned and shook his head.

"So Ron's been sent into another dimension," Wade coolly concluded. "All we need to do is determine what dimension he was sent to and we should be able to get him back. Scan the laser cannon and let's see what I can figure out." Kim pointed her watch at the gun and a blue beam fanned out and traveled the length of it. "Hmmm, it's worse than I figured."

"What do you mean Wade?" Kim queried.

"The laser appears to be connected to an Atomic Clock," Wade said while peering at the readouts. "Ron wasn't sent to another dimension, he was sent to another time!"

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"Did you know Rufus?" Tucker begged excitedly, "Because there's a big difference of opinion as to what he really was! Some people speculate that he wasn't even human, like he was some kinda high-bred fighting machine the Mrs. Stoppable's friend Mr. Load made up outta spare body parts!"

"Rufus isn't some Frankenstein's monstrosity!" Ron yelled down at the small boy. (Even while sitting in the cross-legged Lotus Position, Ron was still a good five or six inches taller than Tucker Carbunkle.) "Rufus is my Little Buddy and Wade didn't cobble him together neither!"

"Hang on their Partner," Brad said trying to calm down the stranger. "A lot of the records were destroyed in the First Galactic Invasion and they haven't been kept very well after so we know very little since before the war. Why don't we go somewhere and you can tell us all about your friends."

"I am hungry," Ron said rubbing his rumbling stomach as he stood up out of the Lotus Position. "Let's head to Bueno Nacho and you can ask me anything you want."

"What's Bueno Nacho?" Jenny asked, "I mean besides Spanish for good chip."

"There ain't no Bueno Nacho!?" Ron yelled in full drama mode, arms and face raised to the heavens. "Great Googley Moogley! What kind of world do you people live in!!??!!"

"Whoa, settle down there," Brad said as he grabbed Ron by the shoulders to try and calm him down. "It's your normal, everyday world of 2073. Well, except for the occasional attack by the Cluster, the odd visit by an alien motorcycle gang or giant mutant mole or frog. So tell us, what is Bueno Nacho?"

A smile graced Ron's face as he waxed, "Only the Bon Diggity-est Mexican place to eat. I even added to their menu once. I invented the Naco. Part taco, part nachos. I get a hefty royalty check every year because of it."

"If you want Mexican food," Tuck offered, "we can always go to Mex-O at the mall, although their food isn't strictly Mexican. It's more Tex-Mex and they serve Nacos."

"That sounds good to me," Ron said as he headed off in one direction even though he didn't know where the mall was. "As long as it's cheesy, I'm buying." He stopped in his tracks, dug into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. "Do you think they'd take cash that's seventy years old?" Ron handed two bills to Jenny.

The robot girl examined the paper money and gasped, "Wow! I've never seen money this old ever!" She turned the bills over. "They look so new too. Ah, whose Benjamin Franklin? Anyway, we can stop at the Antique Shop in the mall first so you can sell these for real cash. Then we can eat."

A panel in Jenny's chest opened up and a nine inch diagonal television with a very convex screen folded out facing her. "XJ-9!" an older woman with a spiky white hairdo menaced from the screen with a slightly shaky, always groaning voice, "where do you think you're going Young Lady!? You need to come home this instance and clean your room!"

"But Mom!" Jenny whined, "Brad and I just made a new friend and we were going to the mall to get something to eat!"

"Oh no you're not! You are not going to the mall just so you can spend another seventy-five dollars on hair barrettes! You don't even have hair!" The TV swiveled and pointed at Ron. "Your new friend can go to the mall on his own and... What's this? By any chance is your name Ron Stoppable young man?"

"Yes Ma'am," Ron said happily, "that's my name."

"XJ-9 you must bring your new friend home with you immediately!"

"But I'm hungry," Ron whined, "and I was gonna treat everyone to something cheesy."

"Tuck and I will go to the mall and get you something to eat," Brad offered. He snatched the bills from Jenny, swiftly stuck both hands back in his pockets and slouched into his regular stance. "We'll meet up with you at your house Jen."

"Okay," Jenny said as she stepped up to Ron and pulled him into a one arm embrace. Her triangular ponytails rotated and fired up, "We'll see you at my house." The robot girl and Ron shot up into the air with Ron screaming at the top of his lungs.