Authors note: Another chapter split in two. Too many cheesy jokes I think.
Ah well, it was worth it. And the final battle is finally within sight. Just have to arrange the pieces.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible™ or any character location or event from that said show. I do have a brand new set of dumbbells. Soon I'll look like Arnold Schwarzenegger. 'I'll have back, baby.'
A big acknowledgement to the legendary Village People.
Don't ask, you'll see.
Ch 8: Peace be the Journey
The tricky exercise took the better part of an hour. The unidentified ship manoeuvred its mechanical arm so that's grapple claw could latch onto the space pod. Then it slowly dragged it back into the cargo bay.
As the bay doors closed and the room pressurised, Zorpox took a moment to wonder at the identity of his rescuer. With his limited sight line facing the wrong angle he just could not tell. A half glimpse of the mechanical arm confirmed that the ship was indeed human, putting an end to any half-baked fantasies of being rescued by aliens. Other than that….
Likely a supply transport to Avalon. GJ or NASA. Boy, they are not going to be happy to see me.
Finally, a hatch opened at the far end of the bay. A single man….
Maybe it's a woman? Zorpox absently wondered. Most of the action people in my life are.
They floated over to the space pod cautiously, their identity masked by the reflective visor of the helmet. All that Zorpox could tell was that the person was short; real short.
Great, my depth perception is all screwed up. I've discovered a new symptom of space sickness.
The short Astronaut floated above the pods forward view screen and peered inside. Even through the bulky space suit, it was clear they received quite a shock. Their whole body seemed to jolt, almost sending them spinning around in the zero gravity.
They knocked on the pod, trying to determine if the occupant was still alive. Zorpox tried to squirm around in his restraints the best he could. He also yelled out, hopping the person would notice his lips moving.
And, he studied his rescuer. Fortunately they wore the insignia of Middleton Space Centre, not Global Justice.
Good. I should have no trouble overpowering them; if they let me out. I wonder what Middleton Astronauts are doing out here anyway.
Seeming to understand that the occupant of the pod was alive, the astronaut gave a thumb's up. They moved around the outside of the pod, looking for the release until….
Hissss
The seals opened.
As the pod's hatch swing open the astronaut began removing their helmet.
Zorpox glimpsed the face of his rescuer.
'Ahhhhhhh!'
'Kay, I've been thinking about our latest case.'
'Yeah Bee.'
'It's just that..., well, this seems a little, ahh…, creepy.'
'Which part?'
'How about the part where we're stalking the Stoppable's.'
Team Possible were travelling economy class on a flight to Anaheim, California; home to the world famous Disneyland. And sitting three rows ahead were their targets, the Stoppable's.
'We're not stalking them,' Kim exclaimed indignantly, 'we're just keeping an eye on them. Make sure they aren't in any danger.'
'So you made us wear disguises because?' Bonnie asked, referring to their ridicules outfits. Kim wore a oversized shirt, bright yellow baggy pants, a beanie and large sunglasses. Dozens of rings adorned her hands while her distinctive red hair was braided and dyed blonde. A fake mole sat on her lower left cheek.
Bonnie, to her great horror, was stuck with baggy jeans and a big leather jacket. Her hair was hidden beneath a bandana. She did manage to sneak her stylish onyx boots past Kim at least, a present from world famous designer Coco Banana after GJ rescued him from WEE. Apparently Zorpox planned to use him in a fiendish plot to destroy fashion! And something else mind control knock-offs.
Rufus was stuck in an animal cage down in the cargo hold, wearing a cat suit and cursing the cheerleaders.
'The disguises are so that we don't get swapped with people after our autographs,' Kim replied innocently. 'Today we're just like everybody else.'
Yeah right, Bonnie thought. Just a couple of gangsters trailing a baby across the country.
Bonnie was feeling a little self-conscious over the whole thing. Thankfully the Stoppable's were about the only passengers on the plane not stealing glances at them. They were too wrapped up in playing with little Hana. The kid seemed to have infinite energy.
'Keeping an eye on them my cute butt! You think that baby has something to do with this great big weapon,' Bonnie waved her hands about as she spoke in a spooky voice. As far as she was concerned this whole weapon thing was a joke.
'You just can't accept the fact that Zorpox is gone!'
Kim's features betrayed shock. 'What do you…?'
Beeb Beeb da Beep
'Ugh, hang on.'
Kim answered her Kimmunicator watch. 'What's the stitch Wade?'
'Just a few updates. First, I've arranged a place for you to crash in Anaheim, as well as a few gadgets for your arrival. I've also hacked into Disneyland Security and created two pass cards. You'll be able to access all areas of the park, even those off limits to visitors.'
'Spank'in Wade.'
'I might have a line on Felix and Yori. Two passengers matching their description are on your flight.'
Kim and Bonnie looked around the compartment.
'I don't see them.'
'Actually, they're in first class.'
'You know, I think I might get some Champaign,' Felix winked at Yori. 'Care to join me?'
Yori, sampling different fragrances while eating a selection of exotic fruit, looked up at Felix; a puzzled expression on her face. 'I thought you were not old enough.'
'The false ID you gave me says I am,' he reminded her, a naughty gleam in his eye.
Yori grinned and lightly hit him. 'We are also on a mission Renton-san. I need you able to walk when we get to Disneyland.'
'No problem there. With my exosuit I can run a marathon in my sleep. Riding the Pirates of the Caribbean while drunk should be easy.'
Yori allowed herself a quick smirk before she straightened her face and waved her finger under his nose. 'No drinking Renton-san.'
'Not even a little?'
'No, or I shall have to get rough with you,' she gave him a naughty smile of her own.
'All right. Old enough to fight an evil warlord and can't even drink,' he mumbled. 'Hey, did you see Kim and Bonnie?'
'I believe the term is gangster.' Yori laughed, holding up two fingers in a peace sign.
'Do you think they know we're here?'
'Na, you're safe,' Wade assured Kim. 'Oh, one more thing though.'
Wade began to look a little concerned. 'Drakken's been spotted.'
'Where?'
'He, ah…. He was on a flight to Disneyland.'
'What?'
Arty twilled his food around his tray. 'This food is terrible. Can I get a soda?'
'No.'
'This is boring; can't you spring for a movie set or something?'
'No.'
Arty glared at his blue skinned guardian in the seat next to him. Then he began to mess with the seat levers, trying to lay back.
'Stop that.'
'These seats are uncomfortable. Why couldn't we go first class?' Arty complained.
'Because the old ninja windbag wouldn't spring for it and I'm not made of money,' Drakken scowled. No trip to Disneyland was worth this kid. Maybe not the Weapon either.
'Aren't you some evil genius? Shouldn't you have your own transport? What are we flying commercial for?'
'The ninja took it.' They were still conducting raids against WEE.
Arty looked around the cabin. Interspaced between the regular passengers were men in red jumpsuits and goggles. They seemed to make the people around them uncomfortable.
'Maybe we could have gone first class if you didn't bring them along,' he grumbled.
In the row behind them, Shego rolled her eyes and put down her magazine.
'The man travels first class, remember kid,' Shego pointed out. 'You don't want to be part of the man do you?'
Arty thought about this for a second, then sprang up. 'That's right! We have to go and take our seats back from the man!'
He grabbed his skateboard from the overhead compartment and rolled down the isle into the first class section.
'No wait!' Drakken cried. 'Ugh. Shego!'
Shego shrugged and went back to her magazine.
'Well…, I'm taking the window seat then!' Drakken yelled down the isle.
An old lady in the row ahead turned. 'Shh.'
'Don't shh me. I'm a very dangerous…. '
Drakken was cut off as the plane shook violently. Breath masks fell from the ceiling and an alarm sounded. All around passengers put on the masks and buckled up. Everyone except a couple of henchmen who got the mask caught up in their goggles.
A flight attendant, his top soaked, emerged from first class with Arty in tow.
'Is this child yours sir?'
A surprised Drakken nodded.
'Then you'll be paying for the damage he managed to incur.'
'What damage, it's been thirty seconds?' Drakken asked. He looked over the boy in shock. 'What did you do in thirty seconds?'
Arty flashed him a nervous smile and shrugged. The flight attendant glared at the boy.
'Let's just say I hope your travel insurance has a very generous policy.'
'He…, bu…, ah…, the…. Snap! SHEGO! Hijack the plane!'
'GJ's recovered the craft and passengers. I'm afraid Drakken and Shego escaped, and with a large amount of first class complimentary items.'
Bonnie was puzzled at that. 'Like what?'
'Any luxury item that wasn't nailed down; and in the case of one lounge chair even a few that….'
'Alright Wade,' Kim cut him off. 'Do you know why they were heading to Disneyland?'
'All I know is they were reported to be travelling with a kid.'
Bonnie frowned and started to speak, but Wade cut in ahead. 'Too old to be Shawn. Sorry Bee, I know you're still ticked he got away last time.'
'He is not my arch enemy!' Bonnie responded a little too forcefully. Several nearby passengers looked at her. A flight attendant even gave them a look down, as if debating whether or not to check on the commotion.
Kim sighed. 'You rock Wade. Keep us posted.'
Wade nodded and signed off and Kim settled back into her seat. The Drakken stitch was a problem, but between him, Yori and Felix heading to Disneyland, Kim was pretty sure she was on the….
'Kay?'
'Yeah Bee?'
Bonnie hesitated before laying out her concerns.
'Why do you need this Weapon so badly?'
'Well, duh. Ron wanted it. Drakken's after it. We can't just ignore this.'
'Really? Because I think there may be more to it than that.'
'What are you talking about?'
'Kim you've been kinda' withdrawn since Cornwell. You won't talk about it. You're obsessed with this weapon. Just tell me what's going on.'
'It's nothing.'
'Did Ron torture you?' Bonnie asked. Her tone indicated trouble if he did.
'No! No, nothing like that,' Kim assured Bonnie, wondering why she felt the need to defend Ron. 'He just…, he just left me alone.'
Bonnie sat back and clasped her hands. 'I think I know what this is about.'
Kim felt a twinge of panic and looked away; trying to hide her warm cheeks.
Oh no. Bonnie's totally jumped to the wrong conclusion. What am I going to say?
'You're worried that maybe Electronique didn't finish the job. That maybe Ron is around the next corner waiting for us.'
'... What?'
'It's okay Kim. I know what it was like for you in there. I mean, I've heard the stories. How Ron toyed with people's minds. But you don't have to be scared anymore.'
'Scared?'
Bonnie grabbed Kim's hand. 'Kay, Ron's gone. I know we don't have a body or anything, but Electronique finished him off. He's gone. He'll never bother you again.'
Kim took that statement hard. It seemed so impossible that Ron was gone; and not just because of the constant threat he represented. She had always known there wasn't any turning back after everything Ron had done. The only But a part of her still felt she could have saved him.
I was so close to getting through to him.
'And if not,' Bonnie allowed herself an evil smile, 'I'll make sure he only lives to regret it.'
'Ahh…, yeah. Yeah you're totally right Bee. Ron's gone. He's been gone for a long, long time now. I just have to accept it. Move on.'
'That's my girl.'
Bonnie reclined her seat and put on a completely sleeping mask. 'You'll see. This mystical Weapon thing is a crock. But you need to relax. Maybe Disneyland won't be so bad for us after all.'
'Not quite Bee. I still think we should look into this. I…, I just have a feeling.'
'Ugh. Fine, whatever,' Bonnie waved her hand, dismissing Kim.
Kim faintly smiled and reclined her chair also. She had to find the weapon.
Ron…, the real Ron, would have wanted me too.
'Ahhhhhhh!'
Zorpox's rescuer put his hands to his ears to bloke out the unexpected screaming. Then he typed a command into his wrist computer.
'WOULD FRIEND RON PLEASE SHUT UP!'
'Ahhh! Ah, ah, huh...? Oh. It's you.'
Frederick shrugged. 'YOU KNOW OTHER MONKEYS IN SPACE?'
Frederick, the astronaut monkey. Monkey Fist attempted to kidnap him last year, believing that once among the stars he would reveal the true Mystical Monkey Master.
Frederick led Kim to the stars.
Kim came to save me.
Zorpox shock the idea out of his head. If Kim was the true monkey master then it was there destiny to be locked in mortal combat. He could not afford this weakness.
'Are you going to let me out or not?'
'YOU PROMISHED TO EMAIL.'
'I was busy.'
'SO I'VE HEARD.'
Frederick drew back; cautious and for a good reason.
Zorpox rolled his eyes. 'Frederick, I've been trapped in this thing for more than a week. I'm losing my mind here. Not to mention I smell like feet wrapped in leather and... and I don't know what else!'
Frederick winced. 'I NOTICED.'
'Then for the love of a naco man, let me use the bathroom!'
Frederick hesitated.
'Or you could, you know, bring me a bed pan, scratch my feet; hey can you blow my nose?'
Frederick made a horrified monkey screech. Then (after retrieving a breathing mask), untied Ron and directed him to the refresher.
'Dude, it smells like wet monkey in…oh.'
Beneath his mask, Frederick growled.
'AND I'M GOING TO HAVE TO RECYCLE THE AIR TWENTY TIMES TO REMOVE ESSENCE OF RON. NOW SHUT UP. GET IN THERE.'
'Thanks for the change of clothes,' the blue skinned villain said, emerging from the refresher in blue overalls bearing the Middleton Space Centre logo. 'They happen to be my colour. Ha, get it, colour. Cause I'm, you know…'
Frederick rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the ship controls.
'Yeah well. Never mind.'
Zorpox floated over and strapped himself into the co-pilots seat.
'So why are you out here anyway?'
Frederick shrugged. 'MY MISSION TO STAY ON STATION FOR A YEAR. MONITOR EXPERIMENTS. REMEMBER.'
'Well, wouldn't that mean you should have returned to Earth a few weeks ago?'
Frederick gave Zorpox the evil eyes.
'THINGS HECTIC THIS PAST YEAR. PRIORITY SHIFTED TO AVALON. MOSTLY BEEN LEFT TO MYSELF.'
Zorpox smiled sheepishly. 'Well, hey, there are other things to do on a space station right? You managed to fill in the time.'
'EXERCISE, EMAIL POSSIBLE TWINS. DOWNLOADED SIX SEASONS OF CAPTAIN CONSTELLATION. TECHNICALLY NOT ILLEGAL IN SPACE.'
'Oh dude, did you get the special edition with the… wait a minute,' Zorpox chided himself. I'm a supervillain! This hairy astronaut is not my friend.
'Never mind.'
Frederick gave him a sidelong glance, than continued.
'RECEIVED DISTRESS BEACON SIGNAL FROM SPACE CENTRE POD. THOUGHT UNSCEDULED TEST. STILL HAD SHIP MONKEY FIST STOLE. INVESTIGATED.'
He paused. 'WHY RON IN SPACE POD?'
Zorpox shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He'd had far too much time to consider that question. And he didn't like the answer.
'A whole bunch of wrong choices; and one right one.'
'RIGHT ONE?'
Zorpox shrugged. 'Going back.'
'This has got to be a new low, even for you.'
'Zip it Shego! Unless you want to walk.'
Drakken's new mode of transport was a large mobile home. His current hosts a retired couple on a tour of the country, were confined to breakfast table and under the watchful eyes of several henchmen. Drakken was driving the bus while Shego rode shotgun.
And Arty was about ready to bounce off the walls.
'How long till we get there?'
'How should I know?' Drakken shot back. 'Stick to the interstate, switch drivers every few hours and drive on through the night; we'll probably be there in a couple of days.'
Arty was horrified. 'A couple of days? Stuck in a mobile retirement village with no privacy, nothing to do and surrounded by the man.'
'That's right, kid! So live it or lump it. You don't see Shego complaining do you?'
Shego thought for a second. 'You know while we're on the topic of privacy, I get the bus to myself for two hours every morning.'
'What? Why?'
Shego winked at him. 'Women stuff.'
'Women stuff? Well tough! You can suck it up just like the….'
Shego lit a hand.
'Very good.'
'But then it will take longer,' Arty complained.
'Fine,' Drakken grumbled. 'When we reach the Rockies we'll stop off at an old lair I had there. I'm sure I left an old craft or two lying around.'
'A lair? That GJ or WEE somehow missed?'
'Yea of little faith Shego,' Drakken seemed to forget his annoyance, puffing out his cheat in pride. 'This one was impenetrable. Totally secure. There's no way GJ or WEE….'
Shego cut in ahead. 'If it was so good, why didn't you use it?'
Drakken chose not to be offended. 'Well, it wasn't quite finished yet. The henchmen barracks needed furnishing, the prison facility needed bars installed, there were problems with the hot water; just a few minor thing. You know I was talking to Aviarius about getting my own flock of killer birds; was a mountain lair after all.'
Arty sighed and walked back to the old couple.
'Isn't there anything to do on this heap of junk?'
'Well dear,' the kind old lady pointed to a shelf with a TV, 'try the cupboard under there.'
Arty followed her direction and opened the cupboard.
'A PS2? You didn't strike me as the type.'
'We have granddaughter's ourselves dear. We know it takes a lot to keep the young minds stimulated.'
Arty shrugged. 'I guess I can make do with this old tech. I think I might still even have a few of these old things lying around. You know, on a couple of yachts and camping cabins.'
The old couple smiled at the remark. They didn't get the joke, but the kid was friendlier than the rest of the hooligans.
Arty shifted through some of the titles. 'Midnight Club, Sims 2, Dog's life, Spongebob, Singstar, Harry Potter….'
Drakken and Shego's eyes widened.
'Singstar?' Drakken asked; a gleam in his eye.
'Noooo!'
Frederick expertly docked with the space station and lead Zorpox inside. It made him feel queasy at first, being in an artificial gravity environment. He had been strapped down in zero gravity for a week. His stomach, already screaming for food, took a while to adjust.
Frederick seemed to understand.
'TAKE THIS,' he handed Zorpox a pill and a glass of water. 'FOOD LATER.'
Zorpox opened his mouth to thank the monkey, than stopped. He just nodded and took the pill. He couldn't believe the sympathy he was getting from Frederick. Already the monkey had hinted several times that he knew about events on Earth. Yet he held no grudge. He was more saddened than angry.
He's sure to hinder any attempt I make to escape though. It's only a matter of time before he contacts Director Possible.
After Zorpox's stomach settled, Frederick took him to the galley and wiped up a simple meal of noodles. It seemed the genius monkey wasn't much of a cook, but Zorpox didn't mind. He would count it as one of the best meals he'd had in his life.
When Zorpox was almost finished his meal, Frederick returned to the space rocket. Fearing that he may be sending an update to GJ, Zorpox wolfed down the remaining noodles and followed. To his surprise, Frederick went in the opposite direction to the cockpit. Struggling to keep up now back in zero gravity, Zorpox trailed Frederick to the aft cargo bay. It wasn't easy. He floated down the wrong corridor thrice and whacked his head numerous times. But he managed to stay quiet. He arrived while Frederick, holding his breath, was entering the space pod and retrieved the Tempus Simia pieces.
'Whoa there dude. That is not something you want to mess with.'
Frederick jumped. He let go of the idol pieces, though they merely floated away in the zero gravity. He let out an annoyed growl before catching the two halves again.
'I'm serious Frederick.'
Frederick rolled his eyes and typed 'WHAT'S THE MATTER? AFRAID OF A LITTLE MONKEY STATUE.'
'Yes,' Zorpox admitted without hesitation, 'and with good reason. You haven't seen the half of what these things are capable of.'
Frederick studied Zorpox, then the Tempus Simia head.
He typed a command into in wrist computer. 'COME WITH FREDERICK.'
'What is taking that guy so long?' Drakken complained. 'He was just meant to take care of the gas and grab some snacks.'
'I think I saw him go into the bathroom boss,' a henchman answered.
'What is he, a woman?'
'Hey!' Shego yelled from the driver's seat.
'You lost you're right to take offence when you demanded exclusive use of the RV for two hours each morning.'
'Ugh…, stupid men,' she grumbled, turning back to the wheel and beeping the horn.
'Disneyland?'
Camille nodded. 'And that old ninja gave them a really annoying kid.'
She was standing in the cubicle of a dungy gas station bathroom. In all her years, Camille had never thought such a terrible place existed. She did her best not to make contact with any part of the room; especially the doorknobs. She even breathed through a handkerchief.
'Disneyland?'
'Yes! And there's a secret lair somewhere in the Rocky Mountains.'
Fukushima waited a brief moment before answering.
'Disneyland?'
'Would you stop that and focus!' Camille removed the handkerchief and hissed at the phone. 'I'm out here risking my neck for you and your stupid evil organisation and you can't even….'
'Okay, okay, okay. Annoying kid, secret lair, Disneyland; I understand.'
Fukushima hesitated. 'I do not see the connection. Was there anything else?'
'Only that these outfits ride up something fierce.'
The dark look that crossed Fukushima's features told her not to push it.
Camille sighed and explained the deal between Drakken and Sensei. How if Drakken took care of the billionaire's son Sensei would give him the weapon; no questions asked. Needless to say this left Fukushima even more puzzled.
'Sensei would never do such a thing. Yet nor would he break his world lightly.'
'People lie.'
'Not when the only thing they value is honour,' Fukushima shot back.
'Whatever. This is whole thing is pathetic. Old man can't lie because of honour, listening to Drakken and his stupid Singstar. Pull me out now and give me back my cat.'
Fukushima sighed. 'Very well Camille. You have served us well. I shall take over once you reach Disneyland. You shall have your precious cat and a well earned reward for your services.'
'That's what you said last time!'
Fukushima sat back and thought a moment. This Camille was squeamish and vain. Qualities he held the highest contempt for. But Camille had proven useful. And she had a certain strength and daring to her.
'You came from a wealthy family, yes?'
Camille blinked. 'Yes.'
'But your father cut you're off. Too much of an embarrassment, not to mention the experimental surgery. The source of your gift.'
'What are you…?'
'What if I offered to help you win back everything you've lost and more?'
Such an offer was the last thing Camille had been expecting. 'You would do…. What are you saying?'
'You have a miraculous talent. And you have proven stronger than I anticipated. I offer the hand of friendship. Take up a place at my side and you have all the wealth and power that comes with such a position.'
'Come on! Come on…,' Drakken turned to one of his henchmen. 'What was his name again?'
'Beaker sir.'
'Come on Beaker!'
Camille emerged from the bathroom, her form now tall and lanky. She was now identical to the henchman known as Beaker, the traitor who informed Fukushima of how the Yaminochi Ninja and Drakken were now working together. She felt a small pang of frustration at the thought that he was probably now tanning on a beach somewhere with his money while she had to listen to more karaoke. Her sympathy for Shego had certainly risen in the past few hours.
Camille walked into the shop to grab Drakken's snacks. She didn't have any money. She wouldn't need any.
'Bout time,' Drakken grumbled. Then he turned his attention to lighter matters.
'Hit random Arty. I'll take anything it throws at me.'
Arty eagerly did so, throwing a glance at a carefully hidden video recorder. The blue skinned 'Supervillain' was going to have a taste of Youtube.
The PS2 selected a track and started playing. Shego groaned when she heard it what it was.
'No, not that.' She buried her head in her arms.
'Quite Shego,' Drakken commanded as he picked up the microphone. He removed his great lab coat, leaving his blue pants and a white shirt.
'Young man',
Drakken thrust his arm out.
'There's no need to feel down.'
And started tapping his right foot and bobbing his head.
'I said young man,
Get yourself of the ground.
I said young man,'
He even released his ponytail, letting loose his mullet.
'Cause your in a new town,
There's no need to be unhappy.'
'Young man,
There's a place you can go.'
Drakken began moving his hips to the rhythm.
Arty and the henchmen burst out laughing.
The retired couple glanced at each other in discomfort.
Shego was transfixed by the sight.
'I said young man,
When you're short on your doe.'
Shego felt repulsed by the sight, but couldn't look away.
'You can stay there,
And I'm sure you will find,
Many ways to have a good time.'
Beaker came in with the snacks. His reaction was similar to Shego's
'It's fun to stay at the
Y M C A'
Drakken made the letters with one hand, the other holding the microphone.
Arty and a couple of henchmen joined in.
'It's fun to stay at the
Y M C A
He rushed over to Shego and pulled her out of the Driver's seat.
They have everything,'
'For young men to enjoy.
You can hang out with all the boys.'
Winked suggestively at her as he wiggled his hips.
'That's it!'
A half hour later Drakken was strapped to the roof of the RV, in the chair they had liberated from first class. The wind rushing through his hair.
'SHEGO! Shego I'm sorry! SHEGO!'
Inside the RV, Arty was preparing his Youtube video.
'You've got to be kidding me. You saved them?'
Zorpox looked on at Frederick's lab table with dread. Three Monkey Idols stared back at him. The same three he flushed into outer space a year previous.
'You actually went out there, tracked them down in the void, and dragged them back here?'
'I NEEDED A HOBBIE. ORIGINAL WORK CANCELLED. SOMEBODY KIDNAPPING ALL THE SCIENTISTS.'
The monkey gave Zorpox a dark glance.
'Dude, that is so beside the point.'
But Frederick wasn't listening. He leaped atop the table and placed the Tempus Simia pieces next to the three Mystical Monkey Idols.
'I PICKED UP THREE ENERGY SIGNALS WITH MY INTRUMENTS. INVESTIGATION LED ME TO IDOLS.'
Frederick hit another button on his wrist computer opening a wall panel. Inside was the forth Mystical Monkey Idol. The one Zorpox had smashed in front of Lord Monkey Fist.
It was glued back together.
'Frederick!'
'LIKE I SAID, TIME ON HANDS. THIS ONES ENERGY SIGNAL WEAK. ERATIC.'
'Frederick,' Zorpox repeated. 'Things things gave Monkey Fist and his minions a fighting boost. Another almost took down a team of my henchmen; a good team.'
Frederick began setting up instruments around the Tempus Simia.
'DID NOT STOP YOU STUDYING THEM.'
Zorpox quietened. He couldn't argue with that logic. Why was he all of a sudden so much more cautious?
'I was trying to keep them out of the hands of others. For their protection,' it was half true. 'They are dangerous. Legend says Tempus Simia could tear apart the fabric of reality if the pieces were brought together.'
Frederick paused in his work. That possibility had never occurred to him.
'AND IF MONKEY FIST WAS RIGHT? IF I AM GUIDE FOR THE CHOSEN ONE?'
Oh, that's were his interest stems from. Not good for me.
'You've already done that. You led Team Possible here, to fight the evil Monkey Fist.'
Frederick thought for a moment. 'NO. TO SAVE YOU.'
Zorpox scowled. He didn't need the reminder. He walked over and picked up the Tempus Simia head, ignoring the monkey's screeching.
'WHAT RON DOING?'
Zorpox looked down at the head; at his space travelling companion; at Electroniques final torment. How he hated the thing.
'Destroying it.'
'AND IF YOU DESTROY REALITY?'
'That's if the pieces are brought together, duh.'
'I AM PICKING UP A STONG SIGNAL FROM THE HEAD.'
'The signal will stop when destroyed; remember how Monkey Fist lost his power?
'TOO RISKY. ADVISE RON PUT DOWN THE MONEKY.'
The astronaut monkey braced himself on the table.
Zorpox lifted the idol above his head and Frederick leapt. He grabbed for idol with one set of paws and clawed at Zorpox with the other.
'Ah, get off me! Bad monkey! Bad monkey!'
Frederick just hissed at him.
Zorpox grabbed the monkey by the back of his space suit and pulled him off, holding him at arms length. He continued to screech and attempt to scratch his arm.
'I've had enough of this 'planet of the ape's' bull.'
Frederick rolled his eyes and typed, 'TECHNICALLY, I'M A MONKEY. YOU'RE AN APE.'
'No I'm not. I'm Jewish.'
Frederick slapped a hand to his head.
Ron lifted the Tempus Simia head once more and threw it at the ground. The idol fragmented into dozens of stone chips.
Frederick braced himself. For a few heartbeats both he and Zorpox scanned the room for anything suspicious. After a moment, they both let out a sigh.
'See. Nothing hap….'
A red vortex appeared on the floor beneath them. Equipment around the lab was destroyed by terrible gusts and lightning strikes. The roar was deafening
'Oh fudg…!'
Zorpox was cut off as the vortex sucked him and Frederick through.
