Kim… Property?

By Futuramakid

DISCLAIMER: I don't own KP, or anything else, for that matter.

The party made their way to the presidential suite.

Ashley unlocked the room, and they walked in. It was huge.

"Wow," Ron said.

"Okay, we have… one king bed, 2 twin beds, a fold out couch, and the 2 sleeping bags I packed in case…" Ronnie said.

"Okay, let's divide them up," Ashley said, " Kim, Ron- You get the king size, I think you two are the only people here comfortable enough to sleep together. I'll take a twin bed, Someguy gets the other, Ronnie gets the couch and Cody gets a sleeping bag."

"Sounds fair," Cody said.

"You have my axe," Someguy joked.

"I'm fine with it," Ronnie said.

"Then it's settled," Kim said.

They began to settle into the suite. Once everyone had gotten ready for the night, they decided to see what TV the small hotel had.

"Okay, we've got their local affiliates, basic cable, and a channel where they take VHS movies and send them to every room of the hotel," Ronnie summarized.

"Let's see what movie's on now," Kim suggested.

"It's not nice to mess with a dark overlord," a midget in a duck suit said on screen.

"Please no," Ashley said, "I'd rather just get to bed than watch that."

"What IS it?" Ron asked.

"Howard the Duck," Ronnie replied, "George Lucas' best comedy. Also known as the worst movie ever."

"You want to watch something else, be our guest," Someguy said.

"Be our guest, put our service to the test!" Kim sang, reflexively.

"Tie your napkin 'round your neck, cherie,

and we'll provide the rest!" Ron replied.

"Wow, that musical instinct runs deeper than I thought," Ronnie said, "it would appear unless you're scripted to respond otherwise, your response to even a spoken lyric in a Disney song is to continue it."

"Let's just get some sleep," Kim said, "we have a drive ahead of us tomorrow."

They agreed, and went to sleep.