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MC 2

Chapter 10

Bonnie's Speech

"Bye Ladies! Drive careful!" Mr. Dr. Possible waved to the two remaining cheer squad members and their boyfriends as they walked around the corner of the house to leave in the setting sunlight.

"Thanks for coming over to help!" Kim quickly added and turned in Ron's one armed embrace on the chaise lounge. "We're going to have to throw another backyard party like this soon, at least before school starts. Once we all head off to college I doubt if we'll ever be able to get the whole squad together again."

"We should do that," Ron joyfully chirped. "Maybe we can get a barbecue grill out here on the patio and I can wear an apron that says 'Kiss the Chef' on it."

"You'd like that wouldn't you," Kim playfully harshed and started to tickle her beau. Ron laughed and flailed about so much he fell off the double wide chaise they occupied.

"Anyone up for a little bubbly?" Dean Stoppable asked as he stepped out the back door and held up one of the very large magnum bottles of champagne from the cellar.

"Dean!" Janette Stoppable protested to her husband, "I don't think we can drink all of that."

"I don't think so either." Dean ducked in the door for a second and came out with a regular sized bottle. "That's why Bonnie and I brought this one up from the cellar too."

"There's also a cabinet full of crystal ware in the wine cellar," Bonnie said as she came out the back door carrying a tray of eight fluted glasses. She set the tray down on the patio table and turned to the group. "Does anyone know how to open a bottle of champagne?"

Both Possible and Stoppable parents shook their heads. Kim and Tara begged off by waving their hands and Hanna just giggled and clapped in her mother's lap. "Me," Ron tentatively peeped up as he meekly raised his hand. Everyone looked over at the blond boy as he stood and walked over to Bonnie.

"Okay, I know how to open champagne only because I found it on the web when I was browsing for recipe ideas." Ron took the bottle from his father and removed the foil from around the cork. As he undid the wire mesh he asked, "Does anyone have a dish towel?" No one had a towel and Ron chuckled, "I guess that's something else we'll need to buy KP."

"Dish towels for the kitchen, right," Kim tittered. "And we'll need towels for all the bathrooms and sheets, pillows and blankets for all the bedrooms."

"And curtains for all the windows," Bonnie said to all.

"And a washer and dryer to clean all your laundry," Jan laughed.

"You still need to have the telephone and TV cable services hooked up," Ann chuckled.

"Flippies!" Hanna chirped happily and clapped.

"Don't forget the Internet," Tara added.

"You'll need some major lawn equipment to take care of this big backyard of yours," James warned with more than a hint of a knowing smile

"And we'll have to hire a truck to move all of our furniture and clothes over here," Ron said as he grabbed a bunch of Bueno Nacho napkins and held them over the cork. "The secret... to... opening a bottle... of champagne," Ron grunted as he pointed the cork out to the open yard and twisted the bottle with one hand as he held his other hand steady, "is to firmly hold the cork still while gently working the bottle back and forth, away from the cork."

POP

Ron held the bottle up with one hand in triumph with only a few bubbles spilling over the neck. "For some reason, that's how you do it without spilling too much." He handed the bottle to his father who poured it into the glasses while Bonnie and Ron handed them out.

When everyone had a glass, Dr. James Possible held his aloft. "A toast! To a whole new adventure for my Kimmie-Cub and Ronald; That of homeowners!"

"Here here!" Dean Stoppable chimed and clinked glasses with the group. They all sipped the fermented juice of the vine and smiled in absolute delight.

"You picked out a very good bottle Bonnie," Ann said to the teal-eyed brunette. "Moet, isn't it?"

"Yes, my parents taught me to be a snobby elitist," Bonnie sighed and blushed as she sat down heavily in a chair at the table. "Mom taught me all about fashion and foods and daddy taught me about finance and wines. Everything I'd need to know if I wanted to follow in their footsteps and be part of the social elite." She smiled as she warmly looked up at the young couple and her blond friend. "Luckily, I've had a few people in my life that have taught me the true meaning of friendship and loyalty and how to live life properly. Tara has always been a true friend and even after I was so harsh to Kim and Ron for all those years, they still accepted me for who I am and want to help me improve myself. My parents only see me as a seed, some thing to carry on the Rockwaller Family Tradition. I know now that in some small way that tradition is both good and bad. To be the best at something is a laudable goal but to be the best only to laud it over others is wrong." Bonnie slumped down in her chair. "My dad was the one who planted the idea of me being a politician in my head. Mom showed me what it's like to be popular and dad told me how to take that to the next level as a politician. He told me what I can personally get out of politics but Kim and Ron have showed me the true goal of a honest, true politician. It's to improve the sitch while helping everyone and to help those that need it and can't help themselves." Bonnie raised her glass to the three other teens. "Thanks you two for giving me a slightly altered vision of my future. I'll still run for office but for all the right reasons now, and I know Tara will keep me on the right path."

"To your future," Ron toasted and touched glasses with Bonnie. "You may have been taught how to be popular by your folks but now you have a real reason for using it, Madam President."

"You know Bonnie might not become President in the future," the young African-American said as he rounded the corner and walked onto the patio. "That isn't set in stone. None of what you saw in the future needs to come true."

"Hi Wade," Kim said as she greeted her Web Guru friend with a hug, "it's great to see you."

"I thought you might like some help wiring up your new home," Wade said hitching up his utility belt lined with screw drivers, wire cutters, voltage meters and other such items. He pulled out a extra long Phillip's head screw driver and twirled between his fingers. "I know the house is partially hooked up but you'll want it totally connected and I'm your man." He pulled a blue print of the house out of his back pocket and rolled it out on the patio table. "Now as I see it, you only have a cable connection in one room on the first floor and telephone lines into the kitchen, master bedroom and the library. I brought enough TV cable and phone line to wire every room in the house."

"Do we really need to have every room wired Wade?" Ron asked.

"Of course you do," Wade said rolling up his plans. "I've made a few improvements on a baby monitoring system that'll be better than the one at your parents house and we don't want any delays if I'm trying to contact you in case the world needs saving."

"You're right Wade," Kim said as she took Ron's hand and gave it a little squeeze, letting him know it would be alright. "Just as long as you can't see us in any of the rooms until we activate the view screens. We don't want you peeping in on us when we're getting dressed or anything."

"Of course Kim," Wade said blushing as he waved off the inference. "I would never spy on you and Ron."

"Not like you did a month ago after we got back from Los Angeles and you wanted to send us after Dementor and the Pan Can," Ron said wryly.

"What do you mean Ronald?" Mr. Dr. Possible asked in a fatherly tone.

"Ah nothing Papa P," Ron wheezed, scratch under his nose and looked away. "Wade caught us, ah, kissing and junk... in the living room and..."

"We were naked daddy," Kim boldly stated. "Ron and I had just made love when Wade called and caught us with more than our pants down." She saw the shock on her father's face. "Daddy, I'm an adult now and you should know Ron and I will be doing adult things. In fact, as mom and Jan already know I'm pregnant with twins."

"You're..." James Possible pointed at his daughter in total overload. "You and Ronald have..."

"Yes daddy, Ronald and I have!" Kim rubbed her pooch of a stomach and smiled smugly as she lilted, "You can send Ron into a black hole if you want to but you'll be sending your future son-in-law and the father of your grandkids off to his doom."

"I... I..." James sputtered.

"Don't worry Kimmie," Ann Possible said taking her husband's hand, "I'll explain what happened to your father. In the meantime Wade can do his thing and maybe add a special voice activation code for the cameras and monitors. Right Wade?"

"Sure thing Doctor Possible," Wade said nodding his approval. "I can program the system for everyone to have a voice recognition code in case you're babysitting or something."

"That'll work Wade," Mrs. Dr. Possible said as she led her husband to the back door. "Now Kim, your father and I need to pick up Jim and Tim from the Washington's house before we head home. I'm sure you two will want to spend your first night in the house alone."

"It is time for Hanna's bath so we should be getting home too," Jan said picking up the baby tote and following the Possibles into the house. "Don't stay too late Wade. I'm sure your mother would worry if you're not home on time." She winked at Kim and disappeared into the house.

"I know someone who has a moving van we can borrow to move your furniture over here," Dean Stoppable said as he took Hanna in his arms and followed his wife. "I'll give him a call and we can move your stuff tomorrow."

Bonnie gathered the glasses onto the tray and started for the kitchen. "I'll just throw these into the dish washer. Tara and I don't want to be late for the movie."

"I guess that's my cue to leave too," Tara tittered as she followed Bonnie into the kitchen.

"Actually," Wade said rubbing the back of his head, "it would be better if I worked during the day, the lighting would be much better. I'll see you guys tomorrow morning." Wade waved as he disappeared into the house.

"What just happened here KP?" Ron begged in slight confusion as he looked around at the now vacant patio.

"We've just been given the go ahead to move in to our home Ron," Kim said smugly as she wrapped her arms around her future husband and coyly walked him to the back door. "And since we don't have a master bedroom suite yet, I think we should spend our first night... in the library."

"KP, there isn't any place to lie down in the library," Ron said in deep thought as he held the door for Kim. "All there is in there are a few chairs, the desk and..." Ron's face lit up in realization, "...and a nice soft bearskin rug in front of a roaring fireplace! I'll grab a armload of firewood!"

"You grab the firewood," Kim coyly stated, "and I'll bring along some of the leftover food and sodas for us to snack on. We might be able to use the cheese for something else too."

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"Good Evening Edward," the baritone voice came from nowhere.

Motor Ed glanced furtively around his workshop and didn't see anyone. "Okay Dude whoever you are," he said waving the 7/16th spanner menacingly, "I know I heard someone. Seriously, who's there? Is that you Blackout? I'm serious now."

"Who else would be invisible?" The diminutive villain asked as he phased into view.

"I don't know Dude," Motor Ed said as he scratched his noggin with the wrench. "Seriously, it could be anyone. I bumped my head on a car hood this morning and my eyes have been kinda fuzzy ever since. I'm serious Dude it hurt!"

"Will you be okay," Blackout asked in faux concern. "Will you be able to complete your assignment on time?"

"No sweat Dude, seriously," Motor Ed answered smoothly with a slide of the hand. "I can see my way around a vehicle without my eyes. Your semi's and trailers will be ready long before the date you want. Seriously. But..."

"But what Edward?"

"Well, you know semis pulling triple trailers aren't legal in every state. Seriously. They'll get pulled over and searched Dude."

"Not if one or two of the trailers are stealthed." Blackout laughed his maniacal laugh.

"Okay Dude, point taken," Motor Ed chuckled before he became somber again. "Dude, it would seriously help if I knew what we're transporting. Seriously man I mean some of the specs are strange to say the least. I mean Dude, to have partially open tops on the trailers makes it look like you'll be moving large animals like a giraffe or somethin. Seriously."

"You guessed it," Blackout grinned evilly. "We will be moving fairly large animals to all the major cities in the U.S. before we ship some of them overseas. You only need to know that much."

Ed thought about it for a few seconds before he shrugged and said, "Okay Dude. If that's all I need to know. Seriously."

"At the meeting you mentioned you might not be happy with your reward," Blackout stated. "Is that the case?"

"Heck No Dude," Ed adamantly waved. "Seriously. Ruling the U.S., Canada and Mexico is okay by me. Seriously Okay!"

"If that's the case," Blackout waved as he turned, "then I'll leave you to your work."