Well, if you couldn't tell by the title...yeah, there's going to be some Tweeb mischief here. Plus, we're gonna check in with Veruca and see what her dastardly plan is for Kim, Melissa and Candace. ROLL IT!
(Possible household - 9:30 PM)
Renowned brain surgeon Dr. Ann Possible was looking around for her twin sons. She was in her usual purple dress and lab coat.
"Jim? Tim? Where are you boys? It's almost time for bed!" Ann said, looking around the hallway. Then, a sudden 'WOOSH!' sound was heard. She peered her head around the staircase below to find Jim and Tim, her twin sons, strapped onto jet packs in mid-air.
"Watch out!" Jim shouted wildly with a grin. He was apparently holding something akin to lip gloss.
"Coming through!" Tim called back, trailing behind his twin brother.
"Uh-oh! Better duck!" Ann exclaimed, crouching down low as the mischievous twins zoomed over her. She knew of only one reason as to why Jim and Tim would be on jet packs. They headed into their room and closed the door.
"You blasted Tweebs!" Kim screamed from downstairs in her pajamas, her face covered in a charcoal mask. "You are so toast this time!"
Ann sighed, looking down towards her eldest daughter. "What did the boys do this time?"
"They swiped my Club Banana Glam Attack lip gloss!" Kim exclaimed, her throat hoarse from screaming at her brothers.
She then heard the door to the Tweebs' room shut and the lock clicking, which only angered her more. Add to it the fact that she had just started her period...that makes for a recipe for disaster.
"And what are they planning to do with it?" Ann questioned the nature of the Tweebs' heist.
"Something they know they're so not supposed to do with it!" Kim growled and went upstairs to unleash her hormonal fury upon her twin brothers.
Ann and Kim then heard an explosion coming from the Tweebs' room.
"Oh, they are so going to be grounded this time!" Ann seethed with rage, taking out the master key that controls all the Tweebs' inventions. She tried to jiggle around the doorknob. "Great...it's locked."
Kim smirked, taking out her Pokemon hairclip "Not for me, mom!" She jiggled the hairclip around until she heard a clicking sound, unlocking the door.
Ann opened up the door in a fit of rage. "What happened here, boys?"
Jim and Tim were covered from head to toe in soot and smoke in the aftermath of the explosion, their hair sticking upwards as though a tornado had hit the Possible residence. The duo rubbed their eyes to see Kim and Ann glaring right in front of them, hands folded. Kim's glare was even worse, considering she was an unbridled rage of hormones at the moment.
Jim began, coughing up some smoke as he held up a needle and Kim's destroyed Club Banana lip gloss. "We tried to stick a little nitroglycerin in Kim's lip gloss with this needle and..."
"...it blew up in our faces...literally," Tim replied, trying to dust off some of the soot and smoke from his hair, but to no avail.
"Do you know how much that Glam Attack lip gloss cost me?" Kim growled, unleashing a 'death glare' at her twin brothers. "$70!" she yelled just inches from their faces. "You Tweebs are so totally doomed this time! And considering that I'm on my time of the month...you have no idea of the horrors you've just unleashed..." she warned. "I'll be back...with the sledgehammer..."
"Oh, but if you destroy our inventions..." Jim smirked, dusting the soot off his clothes.
Tim grinned, brandishing a hard drive from his back pocket. "Then we'll just post these home movies of baby Kim!"
Kim growled at her brothers, all but unleashing her hormonal fury. "Don't even think about it, you little worms!"
Ann screeched at them, "You boys are going to be grounded for a month - no inventions!"
"Just watch us!" Tim sneered, putting the flash drive into the memory unit and turning the computer on to start the uploading process. "Once everything is uploaded, we'll put it on the Internet..."
"...for all your friends to see!" Jim smiled, staring at the screen. Little did they know that Kim had returned with the sledgehammer. She quickly swiped the flash drive out of the computer and smashed it.
"Nice try, dorks!" she taunted. "You really think you could pull one over on a hormonal teen? Well, guess again!"
"We're sorry, Kim..." Tim sighed, trying to apologize.
"...but we did end up sending the videos to one computer!" Jim said with a smirk, taking out his Jimmunicator and pointing to the videos uploading to a certain computer.
"Oh no...who'd you send it to?" Kim demanded.
"Ron..." Jim and Tim said.
(cut to Stoppable house)
"Uh, dad...are you finished with that Internet hook-up yet?" Ron called out from his room, typing on his relic of a computer, which to this day was stuck 10 years in the past on dial-up.
"Almost there, son!" Mr. Stoppable replied from below. "In just a few moments, we, the Stoppable family, will step out of dial-up and step into the high-speed age!"
"Yeah. Dad, I, uh, sometimes have to get onto KP's site faster than usual...and to see if Bueno Nacho has any new promotions..." Ron called back before a clicking sound was heard.
"All systems go, Ron!" Mr. Stoppable exclaimed, giving a thumbs up to his teenage son.
Ron smiled. "BOO-YAH! First thing Ron-man should do is check his e-mail!" He went to his inbox and saw the title of the latest e-mail. "KP Videos? From Jim and Tim?"
"Perhaps I should click on them right now..." he smiled as he clicked on the videos.
His brown eyes widened in shock and fear as he watched the footage and screamed.
"This is more than sick and wrong...IT'S WRONGSICK!"
"ARRGH! You sent it to Ron? Why must you rotten Tweebs make my life difficult?" Kim sighed.
"We're your brothers, Kim...remember?" Jim replied.
"It's our job to be annoying. But we still love you, Kim," Tim added in.
"Well, you did save my hide on a few of my missions and you did just join the football team, so I think I'll let this prank slide for now..." Kim grinned.
The Tweebs ran up to Kim and hugged her.
"Aw, you guys! I love you too!" Kim smiled. "Just watch out next time. You might not be so lucky," the redhead warned.
Ann gushed at the sight of sibling love...then an explosion was heard in the house.
"Uhh...what was that?" the brain surgeon asked, folding her arms.
Jim and Tim blushed. Kim broke up the hug and growled. "What in the name of Taylor Swift did you do this time?"
"Uh, we put booster rockets on the washing machine in the basement..." Tim sheepishly replied.
"Wait a minute..." Kim paused for a moment and shouted. "YOU TWEEBS! MY CLOTHES WERE IN THERE! I WAS WASHING MY CLOTHES DOWNSTAIRS IN THE BASEMENT!"
"But unfortunately, the rockets are still experimental..." Jim explained, growing nervous facing down the rage of hormones that was his sister.
"What do you mean 'experimental'?" Kim brutally scowled. A sudden explosion was heard in the night sky and it was coupled with a loud crash in the backyard. Kim quickly rushed to the window overlooking the backyard.
She gasped in horror at the result of the Tweebs' little 'experiment'. The washer was set ablaze as it came to rest in the backyard with Kim's clothes, all from Club Banana, also set ablaze.
She bit her lip and roared at her brothers. "You Tweebs are worse firebugs than Spencer Shay! I'd push that button myself, but I gotta get a fresh pad. Don't want my period acting up in bed." Ann likewise rushed up to the window overlooking the backyard and gave an angry look that would terrify even the most ferocious grizzly bear. "Once the Middleton Fire Department gets here, you boys are gonna be in a world of trouble!" She then rushed up to the red button controlling all their inventions and pressed it, shutting down every single invention the Tweebs made.
The twins looked at each other and replied in unison. "Uh oh!"
They knew they were in a mess of trouble.
Meanwhile, in the ritziest part of West Middleton...
Rebecca was about to go to sleep. She took out her eye mask and put it on when her pink diamond encrusted cell phone started to ring to one of MC Honey's tunes.
"Now who could be calling me now?" she groaned, twirling a piece of her dark blonde hair around her fingers as she checked her phone. When she saw who was calling, she smiled.
It was Sandi Griffin on the other end. She lives right on the border of Middleton proper and West Middleton.
"Hey, Sandi!" Rebecca greeted. "Anything new on the Veruca front?"
"Of course!" Sandi beamed. "Check the comp!"
Rebecca rushed up to her computer, phone in hand, to check the latest news on Veruca. She took one look at the headline and gave an evil grin.
The headline read: "VERUCA HOUSED IN LUXURIOUS PENTHOUSE IN JUVENILE HALL, GETS DINNER FROM CHEZ COUTEAUX AND GOLDEN DRAPES ON HER WINDOW!" and it featured a picture of Veruca ordering the placement of said drapes by her personal servants while one of those servants fed her grapes from France. On a smaller headline, it read: "Servants install chandelier in Veruca's penthouse in Juvie Hall."
Sandi asked. "You like it?"
"I totes love it, Sandi! Veruca's always gonna be there for us, even while in lockup!" Rebecca replied with a sigh.
"Yeah, I mean the shopping trips are gonna be a total bummer without her for a month or so..." Sandi sighed. "I remember all the diamonds we bought from there imported from Europe!"
"I know, but I just thought of something more important...the squad!" Rebecca understood, scratching her chin.
"The squad?" Sandy asked, confused.
"Look, Veruca's gonna be a senior next year. Since that's the case, we have to, as the old saying goes, change the guard!" Rebecca replied with a straightforward answer.
"Ohhhh..." Sandi understood. "You mean replace her with one of our own once she graduates?"
"Exactamente!" Rebecca grinned, snapping her fingers. "I mean, in our Posse we have you, me, Carm Spats, Veruca, London, Camille, Kate and Devilla as of right now. But alongside Veruca, you and Kate are incoming seniors, right?"
"Yeah, unless bad grades force us back..." Sandi replied with a hint of doubt in her voice. "But how do we get more Mad Dog cheerleaders that are as evil and hot as we are?"
"Well, according to the rules, every athlete has at least 4 years of eligibility to compete, right?" Rebecca grinned with an evil idea in her head.
"Yeah?" Sandi replied through the speaker.
"And cheerleading tryouts for the Mad Dogs are gonna be at the end of the month, right?"
"Yeah," Sandy replied, trying to clarify Rebecca's plan. "What's the point here, Rebecca?"
"Well, we can scan the news sites, see where the mean girls, freshmen and sophomores, of course, are making headlines besides us!" Rebecca addressed one possibility. "You know, wrecking other couples within the walls of Middleton High, make-out sessions at Lookout Point near the drive-in underage girls buying alcohol and tobacco, things like that..."
"Good idea! It could multiply our forces within our posse!" Sandi agreed. "One problem with your plan, though..."
"I know...Kim Possible and her faction..." Rebecca replied, filing her nails.
Sandi sneered upon hearing the name from Rebecca. "We can't allow one of Kim's girls to be top of the social food chain! That's reserved for one of us!"
Rebecca growled. "You're right, Sandi. She'll be a junior and could bring some of the neutral cheerleaders to join her in an effort to bring us down..." Rebecca nodded, putting her file away and trying to think of a plan. Then a Eureka moment hit her. "I got it!"
"You got something?" Sandi grinned with a hint of evil optimism.
"Why don't we cause trouble for any cheerleader Kimberly Ann tries to pull to her side? I got a whole room full of 'em!" Rebecca smirked through her cell phone and got up. She went to one of the closets facing the right side of her room and opened it up. In it were thousands upon thousands of gross insects of all kinds.
"So, Sandi, how many stinkbugs and roaches do you need?"
"As many as we can find!" Sandi replied with a chuckle. "Anyway, I gotta head on over to bed but I'll be over your place tomorrow morning!"
"Okay, Sandi!" Rebecca replied with a smile as she hung up. 'Hmm...I need to have a set of eyes and ears right near KA's place to keep an eye on that ginger vigilante...and I know just the girl for the job...'
She went back to her phone and called up Devilla Jones, the only girl within Veruca's ranks to live near Kim's house.
On the other side of Middleton, right across from the Possible residence, 16 year old Devilla Jones prepared herself for bed when she heard her phone ring. She picked it up.
"Hey, Dev! You still awake?" Rebecca wondered.
"Yeah, Reb. I'm still awake!" Devilla smiled and stretched, looking out into the night sky. "What's up, girlfriend?"
"I want you to spy on Kimberly Ann for me starting tomorrow morning. I need you to make sure she does not bring in any new cheerleaders that could topple our Posse! And if she tries to, we'll put our plan into action against the next cheerleader she tries to help!"
"Gotcha, 'Beck! I'll be up at 5:30 tomorrow morning!" Devilla smirked evilly. "And I'll bring along Carm Spats to help out!"
"Okay, see ya then, BFF!" Rebecca grinned and put away her cell phone.
While asleep, she quietly planned something devious and sinister in mind against Kim and the girls she's helping to become part of the squad: Candace Flynn and Melissa Chase. However, there's one variable she failed to account for...MILO MURPHY!
The MMP's plan has been revealed! But how can Kim stop it? And how does Milo figure into the equation? Find out next time! Remember...IT'S MILO'S WORLD AND WE'RE ALL LIVING IN IT!