Hey y'all… I am so sorry I wasn't able to post sooner, but a few things have gotten in the way. Anyway's, here's the update and I hope everyone likes it. Thanks again to all the readers, and let me thank those who left a review for the last chapter: CharmedMilliE, DuffKilliganFan, AtomicFire, Alphamech, trecebo, Whisper from the Shadows, kim's 1 fan, and RealityBreakGirl…

Disclaimer: Do I really need to keep telling y'all that I don't own the characters in this story? If I must, then I have.

Chapter 21

Kim stood in front of Ron wearing just a sheer white Teddy, white garters, and white high heels. She held a large tray in front of her filled to overflowing with Nacos.

As she walked towards him, her hips moving in a way that Ron would swear he felt his jaw hit the floor. A small amount of saliva began to form in the corner of his mouth as the intoxicating scent of her perfume and Nacos reached him.

Kim spoke in a very seductive voice as she leaned over to the sitting Ron, showing him a bit of cleavage. (Actually a lot of cleavage!) "Would you like a… bite?"

As Ron reached out, he suddenly felt something slap his face. His head swiveled to his right to see who had slapped him, and there perched on his shoulder was Rufus! He was chattering incessantly, and incoherently as he had his little paws firmly placed on his hips.

"But Rufus…" Ron said as he thumbed in the direction of Kim, and then he felt the slap again. "Dang! You can hit hard, Buddy."

Rufus then spoke, but not in his own voice. It sounded like Mrs. Dr. P. "C'mon Ronald… wake up!"

He began to mumble as the dream gradually faded away. "Kim… Nacos… Wanna, bite…"

Then he felt something splash onto his face.

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Ron's eyes flew open as he sat bolt upright from a lying position on a couch. "Huh…? What? Where…? Golfball… explosion…" Almost immediately he felt a nasty headache, and he laid right back down.

"It's OK Ron, you're going to be OK. You took a nasty hit on your head." Mrs. Dr. P. said as she set an empty glass down on a coffee table.

Ron quickly spoke. "Is everyone OK? Is Kim OK? Where's Rufus?" He quickly checked his pockets, and then saw his naked Mole Rat perched on the back of the couch looking at him with concern, unharmed.

Turning back again, he was assaulted by a barrage of kisses all over his face and he noticed that Kim was being careful to stay away from a certain part of his forehead. Ron brought a hand up, and gently touched the large bump on his forehead just below his hairline, wincing at his own touch.

"You should see the door." Kim whispered into his ear. "The force of the explosion must have threw you into it."

Kim then did something that she normally wouldn't do, but she just couldn't help herself. She planted a long loving kiss on his lips right in front of her and Ron's family! Neither of them noticed the knowing smiles on the parent's faces, and she didn't break the kiss until she heard her brother's voices.

"Why don't you two…" Jim started.

"Go find a room." Tim finished.

"How long was I out?" Ron asked as Kim sat down beside him, offering him a glass of water to drink.

"About 20 minutes." Kim said, biting her lower lip. "Ron…? We… have some news for you. We've got… a little help."

"Hey, that's good KP! We can always use some help. Who is it?"

Just as he finished speaking, a rather short, heavyset man walked into the room wearing a plaid kilt, and a sash across his chest bearing the man's coat of arms, crossed golf clubs.

Ron had just taken a sip of the water Kim had handed him earlier, and the shock of seeing the Mad Golfer enter the room so non-chalantly made him spit his water out. Once again, Rufus just happened to be in the line of fire.

…x x x x…

Shego tried valiantly to try and ignite her hands, but it just wasn't working. She couldn't just let them kill Drakken in cold blood! It would be one thing for him to die in a fight, or be blasted by one of his own inventions, but to let him die without being able to put up a fight? She SO was not going to let that happen!

Before Shego knew what she was saying, the words just sort of came out of her mouth. "Don't kill him. I'll… answer your questions."

Big Daddy smirked, told the drones to cancel his last order, and then spoke directly to her. "OK, Shego… My first question… who is this girl with black hair?"

"All I know is her name."

"That's all I need."

"It's… ummm…" Shego genuinely looked like she was trying to remember the name. "Probable. Yeah, That's it. I think her first name is Quinn, or something like that."

"Hmmm… OK" Big Daddy looked like he was in deep thought for a few seconds before asking his next question. "How is she able to fight my drones?"

"You know, I'm not really sure. I think she might be wearing a suit of some kind that enhances her strength and abilities. I think it can look like regular clothing, too."

"Interesting." Big Daddy said, rubbing the skin folds of skin under his chin. "Is it electrical in nature?"

"I… think it might be." Shego said, wondering to herself just what he had up his sleeve.

"Now for my last question… May I take you to dinner?"

…x x x x…

"Rufus! Buddy! I'm sooo sorry!" Ron said, apologizing profusely to the little Naked Mole Rat. He then looked up at the man who had just entered the room. "Now what are YOU doing here, Doof?"

"Ah may have said I'll work with you lass, but I cannae work with th' Buffoon!"

"So that's the way it's going to be, huh?" Ron said as he stood with his fists clenched at his sides.

Kim immediately stepped in front of her boyfriend as the rest of the room looked on, everyone fully expecting to see the two start swinging punches. Duff had grabbed a pitching wedge out of his nearby golf bag, and held it like a baseball bat.

Kim had placed a hand on Ron's chest, and she held her other hand out towards the Mad Golfer, and spoke.

"You two had better get along, or we are in some serious trouble. Now… Ron," Kim looked up into her boyfriend's deep brown eyes. "If you can manage to not Call Mr. Killigan here 'Doof', and Duff… if you can not call Ron here a 'Buffoon', does everyone think we can get a long?"

Kim looked at them both as if she was admonishing a couple of 4-year-olds.

"Kim…" Ron said as he looked into her equally deep green eyes. "What did you have to give him for his help? Which continent did you bribe him with?"

"No continent Ron. We just agreed that Duff would be able to golf at any course he wished for a period of 6months, so long as he let a chaperone come along. A GJ chaperone. If he behaves well, we can extend the deal at 3-month intervals. Provided he stays somewhat civilized"

"What's he doing for us?" Ron asked, his arms crossed over his chest as he scrutinized the Scott with hooded eyes.

"We're going to use his exploding golf balls as a delivery device to get my medicine into the drones, and destroy them."

"Huh…?" Ron was a bit confused, as usual.

"My Mom said she could easily make the medicine more potent, thus it will take less to do the job. We're then going to break open the capsules and attach it to the outside of the golf ball with spray glue. Chip shot a few balls towards the drones, and when they explode, the medicine will be driven into their bodies, destroying them."

Somehow it clicked in Ron's brain, and he knew what she was talking about. "So it will work sorta like a grenade, and the medicine that destroys the drones is the shrapnel."

"You got it." Kim said. "Now all we need to do is to find out where the bad guys are."

…x x x x…

"If you think I…" Shego started, and Big Daddy just wiggled his finger side to side in front of her face.

"Be careful what you say, Shego. Or I won't let you in on my little secret."

"What secret is that?" She asked cautiously, curiosity taking over.

Big Daddy leaned over and whispered into her ear. "How to rule the world in 30 minutes."

He paused for a bit for dramatic effect, and then spoke again. "So I see you are interested. Let me remove this goop from your hands, and then let the drones take you to a room here where you can change into more… civilized clothing, and we will discuss a few things."

After Big Daddy had sprayed something on the goop that had hardened around Shego's hands, it dissolved the substance almost immediately. She then let the drones lead her to the room. In approximately 20 minutes, Shego was dressed in something similar to what she had worn at the Bermuda triangle restaurant, but displayed a bit more cleavage, and it was a little bit shorter. A couple minutes later, she was getting into a limousine and sitting beside Big Daddy.

She couldn't see where they were going, as the windows were darkened on the inside as well, keeping the occupants from looking outside.

…x x x x…

"OK Wade." Kim said into her Kimmunicator. "We're all together now, and Ron is conscious again. Ya got anything for us?"

"I've been using numerous satellites, both known, and… unknown… and I think I found where they are. The only thing is, I'm not 100 percent sure."

"How sure are you?" Ron asked, looking over Kim's shoulder.

"Only about 90 percent. Sorry Kim. These new Eric drones are really hard to track. They must have been designed with some sort of dampening field around them to keep any power signatures contained."

"You Rock, Wade. So how did you find them?" Kim asked.

"By using an Infrared Spectrometer in conjunction with a Mass Comparator and a Wide Beam Laser Audio Pick-up."

"Huh…?" Was the sound Kim and Ron made at the same time.

"It would take too long to explain. Either way, I think we've got the place. It's really not that far from where you are right now. You need a ride?" Wade took a sip of his ever-present soda.

"I think stealth is going to be a factor here, Wade. And I think I have an idea. We'll talk to ya later. OK?"

"You got it Kim. Wade out." With that, the screen went black, and was then replaced by the stylized KP logo.

…x x x x…

"Ah can't believe I let ya do this to mah blimp!" Duff Killigan whined as he looked at what used to be his pride and joy.

In front of Kim, Ron, and Duff was the Mad Golfers blimp, but now instead of that horrid plaid color, the entire thing was now painted a light blue to match the sky.

"It's a good thing we found that paint in the basement of the old Bijou Theatre Kim, or else this wouldn't have worked."

"If no one looks directly at us, we should be able to quietly get close to the lair where they are at, and end this thing once and for all!"

…x x x x…

Shego sat across the table from the rotund Big Daddy, and grimaced as she watched the man suck in the spaghetti from his plate. At least the man knew where to get good Italian food, but his table manners were atrocious!

D'Angelo's was one of the more upscale Italian restaurants in Lowerton, but it had a reputation for having the kind of clientele you would rather not be associated with. If you know what I mean.

Shego had ordered a Chicken Caesar salad, but all she ate from it was the chicken and a few of the tomatoes. Watching Big Daddy eat made her lose her appetite.

The big man finally finished with his spaghetti, and then waved a hand towards their waiter, who came over and took his empty plate away.

"Are you OK Miss?" He asked Shego.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just not too hungry. Here…" She handed him the plate of lettuce drowned in dressing.

After the waiter left, Shego gave Big Daddy a stern look. "So, why are we here again?"

"Ah Shego…" He said, and let out a silent burp into his napkin. "I know what kind of woman you are. You crave power, don't you?"

"Only if I can control it." She responded, with no emotion on her face.

"Would you like to be my right hand in world domination?" Big Daddy was blunt, and to the point.

Shego blinked at his proposition. And then asked a question. "What makes you think you can take over the world? Many have tried…"

"But now there is no Kim Possible." Big Daddy said, and Shego kept her face blank, like a poker player.

"What about that other guy that was in your office that I saw earlier?"

"Oh that's just Phillipe. He's my… accountant. I was going to give him the job, but now that I've used him for his money, I might just get rid of him. You, on the other hand, are someone that I believe is more… how shall I say… equipped to handle the situation?"

"You better not be saying you just want me for eye candy…" Shego said with a hint of anger. One hand was starting to glow underneath the table where Big Daddy couldn't see it. She had a finger pointed right between his legs, ready to release a blast if need be.

"Now, Now… that's not how I meant to come across. You've always been in the shadow of that Drakken fellow, haven't you?" Big Daddy saw her eyes open a bit wider, and realized he may have said something wrong again. "Again, what I mean to say is that you deserve so much better."

"And how is that?" She killed the power in her hand, but kept it on her knee, so she could still power up and blast quickly if she needed to.

"A 60/40 partnership?" Big Daddy replied, his mouth curling into a tiny smile. "Me having the 60, of course."

"You never did tell me how you were planning to take control of the world." Shego said, sitting back and crossing her arms.

The rotund man reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a flip-style cell phone. "By simply dialing a certain number from this phone, and this phone only… let's just say that the world will have to find a different source of energy. And WE will just happen to have that alternate source of energy."

The large man noisily pushed back his chair and stood. He laid a small stack of bills on the table to pay for the food, and stood. He attempted to be a gentleman and offered his hand to Shego to help her up.

As Shego stood, her eye landed on a desert on the table, and she went to reach for it. Big Daddy spoke, causing her to hand to stop. "Take the gun, but leave the Canolli." Shego grimaced at the obvious movie line.

"What can I say?" Big Daddy said, shrugging his shoulders. "I like the classics. Now let's get back and decide what to do with those… friends of yours."

…x x x x…

It was about 4:00 in the afternoon when a light blue patch of something was seen floating just past the outskirts of Middleton. The only person that just happened to look directly at them at the right time was a brown-haired girl who just happened to be sun bathing in the nude in her back yard.

"What the heck…?" Bonnie muttered under her breath, and then continued to read her trashy romance novel, blissfully unaware that her neighbor Ned was in his upstairs bedroom with a pair of binoculars.

To be continued…

I let this chapter go a little bit longer to hopefully placate everyone. Again, I'm sorry that this chapter took longer. Hope y'all still like the story! Let me know...