A/N: I present to you the LAST chapter. Well, part 1 of the last chapter. The last chapter actually ended up so large that I split it in two, the second half of which I will post a few minutes after this goes up.

Sitch of the Living Dummy

By MaceEcam

Chapter 9

Startled, Kim tried to pull her arm out of the dummy's hands but Slappy just tightened his grip. Gasping in pain as he twisted her arm, gritted her teeth and addressed the dummy.

"So you are real. Guess I own Ron an apology" She managed to joke half heartedly. In truth she was furious at herself. Ron had been telling the truth and she still hadn't believed him, even though she pretended to so that the fighting would stop. She hadn't believed a ventriloquist dummy could be alive, and yet here it was, holding her in a painful position.

"Yes I am. Did you really think that goody two shoes would have been capable of any of the things I did to you?" Slappy mocked. "The man was an idiot! Though I must admit I may have gone to far, didn't mean to get him locked in the crazy house you know. Made me need to find a new slave!" the dummy chuckled at Kim's expense.

"You obviously don't know Ron very well" Kim replied dryly, searching for a way out of this mess from the corner of her eye. Slappy saw the movement, and gave her arm a good squeeze to let her know who's boss. To Kim it felt like her bones were about to break. Just then, Kim saw something out of the very corner of her eye. Doing her best to see it without looking, she spotted Rufus spurring among the rafters above and behind the dummy, waiting for Kim's signal.

"The punk did surprise me," Slappy continued oblivious to Kim looking past him instead of at him, "Never had a slave that stubborn to give in. But then again, most of my slaves have been little girls and boys. I guess I just needed someone a little weaker; you'll do fine"

Kim wanted to take offence at being called weak; however it was apparent that Slappy had no idea who he was dealing with. "You may have greater strength than me," Kim told the dummy. "But there are two things I have that you don't."

"Oh?" He scoffed at her. "And what may those be?"

"Well, the first is friends!" Kim exclaimed. At which point Rufus jumped down from the rafter and landed on Slappy's head. My immediately started using his mighty teeth to gnaw in one of Slappy's ears.

"What the- GET THIS DISGUSTING THING OFF OF ME!" Slappy yelled trying to shake Rufus off. The naked mole rat was chewing on the same side that Slappy was holding Kim with, so that he couldn't reach him without loosing his hold on Kim. Instead he started shaking his head back and forth trying to dislodge the pet; finally her succeeded causing Rufus to go flying off. Luckily, he landed safely on Ron's bed with a bounce.

Kim saw her chance and took it. While shaking Rufus off, Slappy's grip loosened a tiny bit.

"And of course, the other thing is leverage!" She grunted. She turned her wrist in Slappy's hand and broke free of his hold; at the same time catching hold of his wrist. As he looked at her in surprise she dropped, rolled onto back, pulling Slappy off of the dresser top.

"What the-" he began but didn't get the chance to finish a sentence; Kim brought her bent knees up as she rolled and kicked, hitting Slappy dead middle of his chest and letting go of his hand at the same time. As a result, the dummy was thrown through the air.

Through Ron's window. Again. Slappy was making a bad habit out of that.

Completing her roll Kim brought her legs around and pushed herself off the ground, landing on her feet, just as the bedroom door tore open and the lights flickered on.

"Kimberly? Is that you?" Mr. Stoppable asked. The man had been woken up by his wife claiming to have heard something coming from Ron's room. So the middle-aged patriarch of the Stoppable household had gotten a baseball bat out of the closet and gone to check while his wife checked on Hana.

Kim didn't answer him; she was to busy looking out the window for signs of the Dummy. There weren't any.

Kim turned and started walking to the exit of the room. "Come on" she told Mr. Stoppable, who new and trusted the girl enough to follow her. As they were walking from the stair that headed to Ron's room down the central hallway, Mrs. Stoppable stepped out of Hana's room carrying the baby.

"Gene, what's going on? Was it a robber?" She asked. Spotting Kim, she scowled. "You! I thought I made it clear you weren't welcome around here. So you decided to break into our house?"

"I needed answers" Kim curtly said to the Stoppable matriarch.

"Answers to what?" she said stepping in Kim's way; but Kim just pushed her aside, gently so as not to wake Hana but firm enough to show the woman that she meant business. "How dare you?!?" She hissed, following Kim as well as her husband.

"Dear, I'm sure she knows what she's doing." Mr. Stoppable said on Kim's behalf. The man liked the girl and thought that she was a positive influence on their son. Mrs. Stoppable however, didn't share that sentiment.

"How can you say that Gene?" Jean Stoppable demanded turning on her husband as Kim marched out the front door. Jean followed, intending to have a few words with the girl. Her husband followed. "If it wasn't for her Ron wouldn't be in the crazy house right now. If he had met a nice Jewish girl instead of her he would be well on his way to being a doctor or lawyer by now, instead of spending all his time traversing all over the globe fighting freaks of nature."

While this had been going on, Kim had been searching for Slappy and had been getting steadily angrier as Jean went on. Slappy was no where to be seen, and Kim had had enough.

"Listen," Kim began turning on the woman, "Here, take Rufus," She handed the mole rat to Ron's father. "I know you don't like me that much. Frankly, I don't care. Ron was right, the dummy's alive, and I have to go get Ron. I want the two of you to take Hana and go to my house, and stay there until you here from Ron or me. Do you understand me?"

Mrs. Stoppable couldn't answer; she was to stunned by Kim's outburst. Kim took her silence a yes and climbed into her car. Starting the engine, she was soon off to get Ron.

"Dear?" Mr. Stoppable said. "Do you want me to start the car?"

This snapped Jean out of her daze. "I'm not leaving my house just because she told me to. There is no such things as living dummies!"

Just then, a roar is heard as Slappy tears by them on Ron's scooter, following after Kim. As Jean stood there with her mouth wide open, Mr. Stoppable turned and said, "I'll start the car."

II.

It had started raining again, harder than last time. As she drove to the hospital, it was all Kim could do to both keep her eyes on the road and listen to Wade. Kim was lucky that

very few people seemed to be out that night.

The 14 year old super genius had contacted her shortly after she had turned onto the highway, with information that he thought Kim out to know.

"So the police were wrong?" Kim asked while trying to see in front of her. The rain was so thick she could barely see a few feet, and she didn't want to escape the evil dummy just to die in a car crash.

"That's right Kim." Wade replied from the small monitor built into the dashboard of the Sloth. "I don't know if their records were doctored or out of date, but other records show that the shopping center does have an owner; in fact it is owned entirely by a Mr. Dillon Phi."

"That's the guy who owned the eye Monkey Fist stole. Any info on that?"

"Sorry Kim, you know how well Fist vanishes."

Kim nodded, than peered worried out the front window. Wade noticed this and said. "Don't worry Kim, I had the Tweebs build sonar into the Sloth. It should be distorted a bit by the rain, but should still give a decent picture.

Kim heard a slight whir as the sonar kicked in, then nothing. It must have worked on a level she couldn't hear. Wade's image was replaced by a picture of the usual sonar grid, with the Sloth in the middle. Several dots surrounded her, moving in various directions but most of them in front of her.

"Thanks Wade, but I'm on a highway. There are cars everywhere."

"Good point, Wade replied and was about to shut it off when Kim said "Wait!"

She peered at her screen. Then she turned to Wade and said. "I need to go, keep the sonar up ok?" Wade nodded and signed off.

On the screen Kim had seen something moving toward her, fast. Much to fast for even a speeding car, it moved more like a rocket.

Kim looked in her rearview mirror.

Or a rocket powered scooter.

As Ron's scooter, being driven by Slappy, flew toward Kim at nearly 100 miles per hour (which was way more than the speed limit) Kim thought hard to make a plan. They were coming into an area of high traffic, and Kim wanted to get rid of Slappy by then. Slowing down just slightly, she let Slappy come even with her.

Then the slammed her door open.

The door hit the scooter dead on. Slappy lost his balance and fell off as the scooter hit the road hard and bounced forward and off the road from it's momentum, hitting a tree some feet away and bursting into flames as the fuel in it's rockets ignited.

The heat and light from the explosion seared Kim's eyes and caused her to look away; she hoped that there had been too little fuel to start a large fire or the rain would put it out, or perhaps the fire department would get it. She didn't want to start a fire, and felt a pang of guilt at blowing up Ron's scooter. At least he'd understand that it was to kill the dummy.

"Wade" she said pulling up the genius again. "Call the fire department, send them to my location a minute ago." She told him, knowing that he tracked the Sloth on his monitor. She signed off and let loose a sigh of relief, knowing that it was over.

Just then Slappy pulled himself over the side of the Sloth and lunged at Kim. Startled, Kim let go of the wheel with one hand to deflect the dummy; she swerved, causing a passing car to escape off the road.

They had entered the crowded area by now and cars surrounded them. Horns honked and fingers were raised as Kim almost left her lane again as she tried to fight Slappy and drive at the same time. Spotting her opportunity, she drove along side a big diesel. Giving a bit of slack to throw Slappy off, she suddenly grabbed Slappy's head like he had grabbed her head. She pushed Slappy with all her might away from her and into the side of the diesel; with a scream of what Kim could only assume was pain as the friction of the truck, which had been driving faster then slower than them as Kim kept changing speed to keep the friction up, scrapped his face off. Kim herself could barely take it; she knew if their speed varied too much the friction would rip her arm off.

Suddenly the worst thing happened as the truck turned off onto another road Startled, Kim let go of Slappy hopping to leave him there but the dummy once again grabbed hold of the Sloth door and pulled it's self off; Kim was read this time though. She moved onto a smaller road, one with only one lane going in each direction. When the moment was ready she tore her door open; causing the door and Slappy to be torn off as it a police car going in the opposing direction.

Kim was hoping that the police car had been sturdy enough not to be damaged by the door but didn't want to wait around to find out; she had to get to Ron and hoped the cop would give her some slack, her being Kim Possible after all.

As Kim drove away as fast as she could sans one door, Slappy stood up. He quickly sat back down and located the problem; the top half of his leg had been split in half, right down the middle with half hanging uselessly off the joint, almost like a broken bone that had punched the skin. Slappy screamed in frustration; those kids had cost him so much, and he wanted revenge. His leg was useless, his arm kept falling off, and he had water damage.

Just then the door of the stopped police car that he had hit opened and a policeman got out; Slappy recognized him as the idiot from the station that had picked up Ron.

"Little boy?" Officer Tarkin asked. "Are you ok?" In the dark of the rain, he thought Slappy was a human boy. As he neared him, Slappy turned to him and he realized that he was a dummy. "Actually Officer, I could use a ride to the hospital!"

Officer Tarkin fainted.

Rolling his wooden eyes, Slappy tore a piece of cloth from the man's shirt and snapped his leg back in place; he used the cloth to tie it back together. He stood up; it would hold. Taking the man's keys, he left him their and opened the door off his police cruiser; no good, his feet couldn't reach the pedals.

Spotting some one in the back, he tore open that door. Inside was a man in his 40's, dressed in a blue muscle shirt with a heavy mustache and mullet; he was wearing handcuffs.

"You." Slappy snapped at him. "Want to cause a lot of damage and destruction?"

"Like, seriously dummy dude? I'd seriously love that!" The man replied in a manner Slappy found annoying. Still…

"Good." he said tossing the man the keys. He quickly unlocked himself. "You drive." Slappy told him. "Alright! Where we going?"

Climbing in the front passenger seat, Slappy looked at himself in the mirror. The left half of his face had been flattened, as if work off by constant rubbing on sandpaper. He had no nose to speak of. One more thing to add to his list of reasons to want revenge.

Slappy laughed. "Middleton Medical Center"

A/N: Part 2 coming in just a few.