Chapter 10: Ron is the MAN

"Whew," Kim said as she sat down on the couch in the living room.

"Tough mission honey?" her mom asked.

"Sorta. This whole Hench-Co thing would have been easier if Ron wasn't having his own personal crisis at the same time."

"What was going on with Ron?"

"Remember that day I came home from school after we had presented our current projects."

"Yes."

"Well Ron's project was proving that he was the man" replied Kim as she used air quotes for the man.

"Oh this was the lack of a signature on his Bar Mitzvah certificate."

"How did you know about that?" Kim asked after recovering from dropping her jaw in disbelief.

"Kimmie, we do talk with the Stoppables every now and then."

"So uh…yeah, as I was saying, he started on this whole muscle man thing. Like muscles actually make someone a man. I'm just glad Ron's back to nor..."

"So Ron's turning…" spoke Tim as he came into the room.

"…Into Kim?" finished Jim as he followed Tim.

"TWEEBS!" Kim said threateningly.

"Kimmie. Boys."

"But Mom, Kim is the one who usually worries…"

"…About social faux passes."

Kim gave Jim and Tim a hefty death glare. In response the twins looked at each other and just scrammed out of the room.

"Well Kim, get some rest. You did say things were back to normal, so don't worry too much about it," said Mrs. Possible. With that, she got up and went into the kitchen leaving Kim alone on the couch.

Sitting alone Kim thought to herself, just what do those tweebs know. Ron is like the epitome of not caring what other people think. Maybe that's what is bugging me so much about this. Yeah, I've had some minor crises over the course of our friendship, like my nervousness of asking Josh to the Spirit Week dance or Kim Style, but that's not Ron. Ron is the one who asked Britina to a high school dance and then gloats to me about how not hard it was right after he gets immediately turned down. Maybe Mom's right. I just need to get some rest.

"Hey Jim. Tim. Whatcha launching this time?" asked Ron as he stopped at the Possible home on the scooter.

"We're building a battle robot prototype," said Tim.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

"Still needs some work," added Jim as smoke poured out of the fuel tank.

"Well, I'm sure you guys will get it eventually," said Ron. "Talk to you later. On my way to Smarty Mart to pick up some stuff for the 'rents," he added as he restarted the scooter and puttered off.

After watching Ron leave, the twins looked at each other.

"Hicka-bicka-boo."

"Hoosha."