"Why did I have to come with you?" Kim grumbled walking awkwardly down the sidewalk with her newly acquired crutches.

"Because." Shego stated, bluntly. "I get lonely going to Nerdlinger's drop by myself. Besides, we're picking up your damn armor.

Kim, about to reply, was cut off by a large crack in the sidewalk that caught her crutch.

"Dammit!" Kim swore as she wrenched it free. "I almost miss my chair."

Shego chuckled loudly. "Don't worry Princess. Nerdlinger put some gyroscopes, or padding, or something in this new model. Apparently, you can use it, minus the cast."

"Now I remember why I'm here. I want to get out of these as soon as possible." Kim grumbled.

"That, and you hate being told what to do." Shego pointed out, laughing. "You should've seen the look on your face when the nurse told you that you had to take it easy."

Kim's only response was to stick out her tongue, which only made Shego laugh harder. Together, they continued down the street.

In a large, spacious lair stacked sporadically with groups of crates, Professor Dementor ranted on about his newest, and greatest, plot yet, while his henchmen milled about, doing nothing in particular. One in particular, who was sitting in a folding chair with his face buried in a magazine, was the subject of discussion for two women crouching in the rafters above them.

"I'm telling you, a few years ago. That was you." Kim said, indicating the hired goon.

"Come on." Shego scoffed. "I was never that bad." Se looked back at Kim, who was staring at her bemusedly. "Was I?"

"Worse." Kim mouthed.

Shego paled. "Kimmie," She whispered. "If I ever, EVER, feel even the slightest bit of fondness for the old days, please hit me."

"I'll hold you to that." Kim grinned. "And I'll take that as a compliment."

Shego shot her an inquisitive glance.

"Well," Kim elaborated. "You did that with Drakken because you were bored,"

"That's an understatement." Shego muttered.

"So, I must be much more exciting than evil. I haven't seen you file your claws once in the past year."

Shego blushed slightly and mumbled about losing them in the explosion. Grinning, Kim turned back to the room below, waiting.

"Three," Kim began counting down. "two, one, now."

On cue, a voice rang out from the darkness below.

"Surrender evildoers! Or face the might of Team Possible!"

Shego groaned. "Ron." She muttered.

Kim let out an exasperated sigh.

Within seconds, henchmen had surrounded the stack of crates where the voice had come from. As they did so, Ron and Yori charged them from behind.

"Boyah!" Ron shouted as he smashed the lotus blade, in staff form, into the startled goons. "Ventriloquism points for the Ron man."

Up in the rafters, Kim turned to Shego.

"You take care of Dementor. I'll help Ron." She said. Shego nodded, and disappeared into the shadows.

Kim, slipped a hood-built in to the suit by Wade to cover her entire face- and dropped backward off the rafter, catching it as she fell. She swung herself forward and landed softly on the top of a large crate. Not missing a beat, she launched herself into the thick of the red shirted henchmen. She flew, feet first, into one, and as he toppled backward, knocked out three more with quick jabs to their necks. Ron, who was nearby, made his way through the thinning group of Dementor's men to her.

"Alright!" He grinned wildly, seeing her armor. White and blue. "Team Possible is back in action!"

Then, inexplicably, his pants dropped to the floor. Blushing furiously, Ron tried to maintain a fighting stance. He didn't need to. Most of the henchmen were either knocked out, or laughing to hard to continue the melee.

"Fearless Ferret boxers?" Kim asked, raising an eyebrow beneath her mask.

"They were on sale." Ron insisted. "That's the only reason I have them, I

swear."

Evil laughter echoed from behind them.

"It works!" Dementor was shouting. "My evil plan is a guaranteed success!"

"Not to burst your bubble, but what works?" Ron asked, looking puzzled.

"This!" Dementor exclaimed, brandishing a small ray gun. "With this, I can cause the pants of anyone to fall down!"

"Let me guess." Kim sighed. "So you can embarrass everyone who ever wronged you, and cow the rest of the world into submission."

"Dude," Ron complained as he recovered his trousers. "Are you getting your plans from Drakken now?"

'I guess today is nostalgic for everyone.' Kim mused.

Yori, having incapacitated the last few guards, approached Ron and Kim.

"It never ceases to amaze me how gifted individuals with the ability to defy reason, spend their time so inefficiently. That invention does nothing that Ron-kun could not do for himself."

Everyone's eyes turned to Ron.

It took him almost a minute to realize Yori had actually made a joke. It took longer to realize it had been made at his expense.

"Hey..." He whined. "I'm not that bad. Anymore."

Kim burst into a fit of laughter at that. "Good one Yori." She managed between breaths.

"Thank you Kim-sama." Yori bowed her head slightly. "I learned humor from the best."

"Tell me about it." Shego's voice called out from behind Professor Dementor.

He spun around, only to met her fist halfway. He crumpled to the floor.

"Let's face it Ron, you practically ooze comic relief." She finished.

"I missed you too, Shego."

"Are you two free for the next few days?" Kim asked, glancing at Ron.

"Yep." He replied proudly. "Wade sent me a note that you wanted to talk, so I took the whole week off from work."

"Good." Kim latched on to his arm and dragged him away, Shego and Yori following close behind her, as the local law enforcement began to arrive.

"We've got a lot of catching up to do."