Hello everyone, sorry for the long delay. To be fair I've actually had this thing done for a while now I just wanted to post this thing on the first of the new year. Yeah, I know. You are all free to hate me. But that's just how it is.
Anywooo, about last chapter… I apologize. The contents of the last chapter I considered something of a 'wham' episode but apparently to everyone else it was considered filler at best. And for that I truly apologize.
Now about this chapter… it will be different but it won't be what your expecting. Don't worry. It is back on track. That's all the spoilers I'll give you. Oh and yes. The title is a direct reference to the fact that last chapter was a little lackluster. So I decided to add a little seasoning.
On with the show. I own nothing. Enjoy.
Honey pot
Chapter 9: Seasoning
Walking through the halls of Middleton high school, Kim took a deep breath as she passed by another row of lockers. For the first time that week the heroine could do so without gagging, as the charred smell of burnt sludge and plaster were faded enough to breath without a filter or her eyes watering. Kim especially enjoyed the fact that the smell of burnt and rotting pests that lingered throughout the school were replaced with fresh wood and paint from the construction crews.
Kim happily exhaled as she gently walked through the front doors to the gym, but the very moment she tried to breath again she coughed as tried holding in a gag. Instantly Kim covered her face with her shirts collar as she was reminded of the schools Middleton days float as the incessant odor of paper mache, tape, glue, paint seemed as if it was ten times stronger than the day before. While holding her shirt collar over her nose Kim looked around and saw that the floats of a cartoon pickle, satellite and spaceman, a giant naco, and an old timey scientist were all finished being built but were all the same various shades of poka dotted gray thanks to the news paper and mache.
"Kim, welcome to the paper mache and paint stink bomb factory. Population us." The heroine looked over and saw Monique waving with one hand as the other held up her shirt's collar over her face as she walked over. "Glad you could make it, late. I'm just kidding."
"Yeah, sorry Monique." Kim shrugged waving back. "After Latin I usually go with Ron to his locker to help him pack his stuff into his locker and hang for a minute. I didn't realize i was doing it until I opened his locker. Usually I make it back here on time but thanks to the construction crew I had to take the long way."
"I get it, and don't worry Bar- wait, you know his combination? Why does he need your help pulling something out of his locker?."
"Oh the lock doesn't work. Never has." Kim explained. "Usually its filled with stuff I can't even describe. You actually do need two people to get something in or out."
"Well before you tell me how Ron doesn't organize his socks, you don't have to worry about Barkin coming over and giving you detention." Monique explained as Tara of all people walked up to them as she pointed to the back right of the gym.
"Yeah, he's over there in the corner." Hero and side-kick turned to where Tara was pointing and saw that she was telling the truth. Indeed, his face still covered in bandages, Mr. Barkin was sitting on a folding chair talking on his cell phone to someone. "After he told us to start working on the floats, that's all he's been doing. Even when he subs for other classes, he just puts on a movie and back on his phone."
"Its so weird seeing the drill sergeant of the school like that." Monique said as the two girls behind her quietly nodded. "Who do you think he's talking to?"
"Odds are he's trying to find a cheap doctor for his face or sue the school for letting it happen. Either way I wanna stay out of it. Besides I need your help with the float we're assigned to. Its one of the few things Barkin has actually cared about this week."
Tara shrugged as she pointed and walked over to the Middleton history museum float. As she did both Heroine and Side-kick stared at the all but finished school project. While the float was of a splotchy black and white 1900's scientist in a suit holding up a beaker, Kim couldn't help but notice the long ears, freckles, and oval like face and think it seemed familiar.
"Is it just me, or does the float look like Ron but ya know, with a bad mustache and an old timey suit?" Kim asked, tilting her head to the side.
"Uhhh, I think this week away from Ron will be good for you girl. You're starting to see things." Monique chided as she walked passed the heroine and to the float. Kim was right behind her and both climbed up on the stage where Tara was waiting for them with a brown paint brush in hand.
"Okay guys, grab a brush. All that's left is painting." Tara said pointing to the paint cans next to them as she began working on the back of the float. Monique and Kim picked up a brush and dipped it in the open beige cans.
"Hey, Tara," Monique asked putting on the first coat. "I've been meaning to ask. What're you do'n here? Everyone who was in Ron's class was given a week off. I left before he got started so I was exempt, but you... Whats the deal here?"
"Oh, we get to choose which week." Tara explained as she dipped her brush back in the can for another coat. "I wasn't hurt so I want to save that time for later. I think I was the only one who did that."
"Okay, but why are we the only ones working on the float?" Kim asked the blonde, doing her best to dot the freckles with one hand as she pointed to the other floats which each had a team of five.
"Well, Barkin assigned everyone to the floats. Me and you guys are all that's left since Ron and Bonnie are gone."
"Where is Bonnie anyway?" Kim asked incredulously as she started working on the eyes. "She was at cheer practice last night. I'd love to hear her excuse this time."
"Not a clue." Tara shrugged. "But you guys know that she's not really sick, right? She just doesn't wanna be here while the school smells so bad. But since the floats and construction crews are almost done she'll probably be back tomorrow."
"Thank god, because yesterday I could swear my nose was actually burning." Monique said as she pinched her nose shut before she gulped, clearly holding back the bile from the memory. "How could the school let one room get so bad? I know the school poor and all but there was a dang explosion. If it was an actual class a lot of people would have gotten hurt or wore."
"There were so few in Ron's class to start with and someone still got hurt." Tara nodded as she set up the step ladder on the stage.
As Tara got on the ladder and started painting the top the members of team Possible nodded to themselves at her words. As the two dipped their brushes in the paint cans again there was a small silence between the group before the side-kick shrugged.
"Hey guys, anyone think its kinda weird that Ron was teaching at all?" Monique asked as she began painting the arm. As she did, while the others couldn't see, above them Tara was silently nodding. "Yeah, Ron's a cooking savant but he's not exactly a go-getter. How many red tape hoops do you think he had to jump to do that class? Even with whatever cash he's got left."
"Well, Ron did set up his own restaurant inside the cafeteria last year. One of the first things he did when he got the royalties money was change the caf and the menu. Maybe Ron always wanted to do something like that but kept getting shot down." Kim pointed out as she dipped her brush in a light tan before starting on the face. As she did, above them Tara was silently shaking her head. "Whenever Rons' interested in something he goes all out. Remember the week when he first got the money?"
"Yeah, he also went full hip-hop mode." Monique snorted. "If the school let him, Ron would've turned the cafeteria into the second gaudiest thing I've seen after his room. He had his own squad of village people as his personal butt-kissers, a trademarked limo bringing him to and from school everyday, and- my own personal favorite- a private army. All that on top of changing the menu and table arrangement he made in the cafeteria."
"What are you getting at Monique?" The heroine asked as she dipped her brush for fresh paint as she began working on the other side of the floats' face, while above them Tara nodded silently. Patiently waiting.
"What I'm saying is, Ron's red hoop jumping is something different." The side-kick explained as she did the same but with the white beaker. "Its focused. Like there's a plan. Kim I've never been joined at string bean's hip like you, but I can smell something's up. You do too, and you know I'm not talking about what the construction crews dragged out of that room."
Kim stopped painting and looked at her friend for a moment. Both girls saw the heroine turn and look at the side. But while Kim's new side-kick waited for her partner to reply. For some kind of game plan. Above them, Tara was ceased nodding and simply waited patiently. Dangerously standing on the edge of her toes on the ladder for the both side-kick and hero to piece together the mystery sitting in front of them. That the two members of their gym class and float team who were absent and couldn't be more different had much more going on together.
"Ha! Come on Monique." Kim laughed, shaking her head. "There's nothing going on. Maybe Ron's just surprising us. Being smart with his money after almost losing it all. His family's full of lawyers and accountants. His dads' one. I thin-"
"Kim, we've got a hot tip." The Kimmunicator on Kim's wrist announced.
"Drakken?" Kim asked, rolling her eyes to the Kimmunicator's screen.
"Dementor."
"Well that's a change of pace." Monique shrugged, dropping her brush unceremoniously into the paint can. Fully aware of what was about to come.
"He's on the move. Maybe heading for-"
"A top secret research facility?" Kim joked.
"I'm sure you've been there. Saved that." Monique joked herself as she hopped off the float and onto the ground. "At least we can get out of here and away from the smell."
"Your ride will be ready for you out front in ten minutes." The kimmunicator announced as Kim jumped off onto the floor before fallowing Monique.
"They were so close." Tara sighed as she stepped off the ladder and dipped her brush back in the can. "And I'm left here holding the bag... or brush."
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It was a dark and stormy day with a very cloudy sky. There was a typical rain storm this fall day. But below on the ground, in the suburbs of Middleton, in one random home, none of that mattered. Because inside the renovated kitchen of the Stoppable household the side-kick turned millionaire was making lunch.
Standing in front of the stove, Ron stirred his wooden spoon in the pot as the steam spread the delicious scent of the food through the air. Standing next to the cook on the counter was none other than his intelligent naked mole rat for a pet who was jumping, excitedly blubbering gibberish. Something that was not unnoticed by the side-kick.
"Hey, you smell the cheese there buddy?" Ron asked to his little friend who started wagging his little pink tail and nodding with even more unintelligible babbling.
"Keep your pet rat away from the food. That's what screwed you over the first time." Bonnie said walking into the kitchen from the living room. "And stop talking to the thing. Its weird and gross."
As the queen bee sat down on the stool in front of the counter, she and Rufus gave each other a glare that would kill. Seeing this Ron couldn't help but guess- hoped they were canceling each other out as he sighed.
"Take five bud."
After a bit of tense silence, Rufus broke his deadly staring contest with the brunette beauty and turned back to his master. The hairless rodent shifted his gaze between the two humans for a moment before shrugging and hopping off out of sight. After he did Bonnie grumbled as she slumped her head into her arms on the counter.
"Why is it so cold in here? Is your dad one of those thermostat guys?"
"The house is still being renovated." Ron pointed out as Bonnie mumbled. "Its only got one occupant right now so they're doing that one last."
"Huh, kay." Bonnie shrugged, without moving an inch on the counter. "Hey, when are they coming back anyway?"
"Uh..." Ron answered as he took out his phone and checked his dates. "Oh, wow. Um, next week."
"What?" Bonnie asked, raising her head up from her arms with a blank stare.
"Yeah, somewhere around Wednesday I think." Ron nervously laughed.
"You're telling me this now?" Bonnie asked, her blank stare melting into exhausted annoyance as she fell back into her arms on the counter in a slump.
"Well lets be fair here, the night you showed up I told you they'd be gone for a month. To my defense a lot of stuff has been happening in that time."
"Whatever." Bonnie sighed. "That's a headache for another time."
Silently nodding he stirred the pot, Ron took a closer look at his guest. While Ron couldn't see what she was wearing blow the waist, he could see his FSA was wearing a zip up gray hoody with pretty princess purple roses spread around. The millionaire couldn't help but give a quiet sigh of disappointment, as it showed little skin. Ron asked as he opened the cupboard above the stove and grabbed some seasoning.
"Soooo, was talking to your dad as bad as you thought?"
"Huh?" Bonnie asked, sitting up. "Oh, actually the meeting with my dad worked out pretty good. He actually had some great advice. I'm just like this now because your BFF is a pain in my ass."
"I'm afraid to even ask." Ron shrugged himself as he put in a few dashes of the seasoning before putting it back.
"Last night at practice, Kim didn't catch me and I wound up landing right on my ass. Damn thing still hurts." Bonnie explained as she reached back and started rubbing her sore tailbone. "Apparently she got a call on that stupid smartwatch."
"Call?" Ron asked as he took the pot off the stove while he pulled out a couple of bowls and sat both on the counter down from his guest. "What call? What'd Wade want?"
"Don't know. Don't care." Bonnie answered grabbing her bowl while Ron poured the lunch he made into it.
"Wait, why were you even at practice anyway?" Ron asked as he poured into his bowl before setting the pot to the side. "You said you wouldn't go to school until they're done cleaning."
"Meh, because they're working on the floats we did practice outside on the empty field behind the school." Bonnie explained digging her spoon into her bowl. "Yeah, so when I fell it didn't just hurt like a bitch, it got grass stains all over my legs and practice skirt. Had to throw away a good pair of compression shorts."
"I'm sorry to hear that, but I'm sure Kim had her reasons."
"So don't care. Still hurt." Bonnie snipped as she took a bite. Instantly, Ron could see Bonnie's mood change as her miffed and annoyed frown disappeared and a surprised smile came in its place. "This is really good. What is it?"
"Mac'n cheese." Ron answered taking his own fist bite as he saw the surprise on Bonnie's face. Though she never completely lost the smile. "Got it at the convenience store at the end of the street."
"Okay, I knew you were good but you some how turned something in a box from a back alley grease-and-go to tasting this great."
"Well, I put in meat and some seasoning." Ron explained as Bonnie continued eating. "It was actually going to be the first thing I taught."
"Smart."
"Soooo, you gonna tell me about your dad's advice?" Ron asked, taking a bigger bite before turning to his fridge and pulling out a few sodas. "And how its so great, ya know since you won't let me either go somewhere else or write another check."
"Oh my gawd, we've been over thiiiiiis." Bonnie rolled her eyes while grabbing one of he sodas and taking another bite. "We can't do those things because A. You need to do it around or close to me. B. It needs to be a place with lots of workers who'll do it for free. C. Gotta be a place that won't try to steal the patents from under you. That's all on top of the other crap. The school isn't just the perfect place. Its the only place."
"Listen," Bonnie took another bite. "the lawyer talked to the school. Because of the extent of the damages and without the funding soon they'll just shut the room down for classes after the crews are done. They'll just use it for storage. We can't allow that. My dad agreed with me that you can't put anymore money into it without looking ba-"
"Wait, what?" Ron asked mid chew as Bonnie raised an eyebrow at him. "How much does your dad know?"
"He knows everything." Bonnie answered taking another drink. "I didn't tell him we were sleeping together. But like I said before he probably guessed it."
"Oh, good to know." Ron dryly joked, dropping his spoon into his bowl. Bonnie rolled her eyes at him as she finished her bowl.
"I had to explain it all to him Ron." Bonnie explained as she reached over and pulled the pot to her before pouring out another helping. "What did you think I was gonna tell him?"
"I don't know but not that." Ron answered taking another swig.
As he did Rufus had returned, drawn by the smell of the cheese. Chasing it to its source, the hairless but intelligent rodent, hopped on the microwave next to the pot before jumping into the dairy goodness.
"Well get over yourself. My dad actually gave some pretty good advice." Bonnie explained before taking a swig herself. "I'm actually surprised he didn't up and take over."
"Were you expecting that?" Ron asked as Bonnie tossed her can into the waste basket. Bonnie shrugged as she walked around the counter and took out a powerade from the fridge. "Kinda, but he didn't. If anything he seemed impressed by what I told him. My dad's almost never impressed."
"Well whats the advice?"
"We need endorsements from big names." Bonnie announced leaning against the fridge door and took a swig herself. "While you yourself can't pour more money or move to another place, my dad pointed that there's no reason others can't. Also, because of your time with Kim on spandex patrol you've met some pretty big people out there who owe you. You've probably got a longer list of contacts than even my dad with his business."
"That's a good point." Ron nodded. "But why would they help me? Kim did most of the heroics. I'm just the side-kick."
"It doesn't matter. Kim goes to the school too." Bonnie smiled. "Global hero. National icon. Yadda yadda... but instead of being taken down by some wannabe world conqueror, miss perfect got bit by an accident at her own school. Its a PR gold mine for whoever decides to donate or endorse."
"When you say it like that it does sound pretty good."
"Yup! Like i said, the Rockwallers got more than just looks."
As she said that Bonnie her body was turned to the side, her chest was pushed out with her elbows pushing her breasts together. Making them bigger. Ron couldn't help noting that even with the hoody fully zipped up, he could see that his FSA breasts were full and gorgeous.
All the while she had the saddest eye's he'd seen on her but with the cutest smirk. Seeing all this Ron couldn't help but finally look down and came face to face with her beautiful toned and tanned legs stretching on in front of him in nothing but a pair of princess purple booty shorts. Seeing that her 'partner-in-crime' was checking her out Bonnie blew a kiss at the millionaire side-kick.
"True dat." Ron nodded. "That doesn't count as hip hop lingo right?"
"No." Bonnie snorted in laughter. Ron smiled himself as he pulled the pot back toward him, but when he lowered the top over his empty bowel the only thing that came out was a sleeping, cheese covered naked mole rat. "Do you have any idea who would want to do it?"
"I could think of a few people." Ron sighed at his little pet. His annoyance at this food thief was fighting a loosing battle against the adorableness of his sleeping little buddy. "Give me some time I'll give you a list."
"Sweet." Bonnie cheered as she dropped the powerade in the wastebasket. "You give me the list, I send it to our lawyer, he e-mails it out and boom. We're back in business. Just make it fast. We've got a small window here. I wanna send it out tonight."
"I'll get right on it." Ron announced as he opened a drawer and pulled out an energy bar.
"Something wrong?" Bonnie asked as Ron took his first bite.
"Nuh-uh."
"It got to do with your pet rat?" Bonnie said, her hand pointing to the bowel as she looked off to the side. Doing her best to avoid looking at the disgusting rodent, especially when it was bloated and covered in greasy cheese. "Whatever, that's a headache for another time. There's another reason why I'm over. Fallow me."
Ron watched the brainy as she was beauty brunette walk around him and out of the kitchen. The millionaire side-kick lost all train of thought as he saw the girl walk barefoot across his new clear white carpeting, intentionally sliding her hips from side to side with every step. Showing off her voluptuous and curvy behind in the tight shorts. When she finally made it tot he stairs, Ron leaned down on his arms as she strutted her way on each step. This time showing off her long tanned and toned legs. But when Bonnie eventually disappeared Ron stood back up in a daze.
"You coming or what?"
Of course Ron couldn't run fast enough.
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"Right there. Oh gawd yes, right there!" Bonnie whimpered, both her hands on top of Ron's own.
Guiding his fingers into her with one hand, while using the other to balance herself on the bed. Her legs spread out and wrapped around Ron's own to give them both better access and stability. All the while the queen Bee felt herself right on the edge as she bucked against Ron's lap below her.
His erection was squeezed between Bonnie's fabric covered butt and his own stomach inside his pants. She felt his hard cock violently throbbing against her, in-between her cheeks for the second time since they started. Bonnie moaned loudly in sheer pleasure as she forced Ron's fingers deep inside her, enhancing her climax, bucking on top of his lap hard against his erection all the while.
As Bonnie came down from her high, she released her hold on her benefactor's hand, relaxing in a slump as she leaned back against his chest. As the FSA was catching her breath, she felt Ron's hand continue to fondle her left breast and his deflating member hardening under her. Feeling this Bonnie couldn't help but lick her lips.
"We're done with the lesson. Ready for the actual sex Ronny?"
"Oh yeah." Ron nodded.
"Good," Bonnie smiled as she pulled Ron's head down enough so she could kiss his cheek. "because I've been waiting all day for that."
As Bonnie hopped off of Ron's lap and on her feet, feeling Ron's hand slide down from her breast to her stomach and out of her shirt, she immediately yanked her hoody off of her head with her shirt with it. Leaving her bare back for the side-kick to see. Revealing to him that she was indeed bra-less.
Right after Bonnie saw Ron's pair of pants flung off to the side. Bonnie turned around and her eyes immediately made a B-line for the millionaire's hard erection standing at attention as he yanked off his own shirt. After tossing his shirt to the side Ron tried went to get off the bed but felt a hand press against his chest so he was sitting back down again.
"Hold on I want to try something." Bonnie said as she turned back around and backed up until she was hovering over Ron's lap again.
"Whats up?" Ron asked as he felt the beautiful girl grab the base of his throbbing cock with her painfully soft hands.
"I've never done this position before." Bonnie answered as she ripped the condom wrapper with her teeth before she slid it down Ron's cock. Hoping he would believe it. As really, during the lesson, the 'million dollar' cock was teasing her the entire time and every second during she imagined his dick inside her instead of his fingers. "I wanna try it."
Bonnie gave a small high pitched groan in pleasure as she slowly slid down on him. Bonnie bit her lip as she shifted from side to side, getting the feeling of the new position. The curvy FSA quickly learned how to use her feet along with her legs to lift herself up and down in this new position.
But the queen bee's control was soon taken from her when Ron grabbed hold of her right boob with one hand as he thrusted up off the bed, lifting her on the air for her to land back down on him hard. Bonnie loudly shrieked from the surprise and pleasure.
Ron continued to thrust into the beautiful cheer leading on his lap, sending her a bit into the air before she came back down on him. Impaling herself on his hard cock. But when Ron tried to quicken his pace, he almost slid both of them off the bed. After repositioning them both on the bed Ron tried again and again. Each with the same result and if the side-kick's hand wasn't on the queen bee's chest she would have fallen right off of him. Making it awkward and uncomfortable for them both.
Ron then slid both hands around Bonnie's waist and lifted her up as he hopped off the bed. With Ron standing up, holding Bonnie off the ground, using his years of 'mad running away' skills the side-kick used the momentum from hopping off the bed to swing off the balls of his feet so that they turned around and were facing the bed.
The millionaire side-kick then laid his FSA, the girl landing her elbows on the mattress and her knees on the carpet. All without missing a beat. Bonnie loudly moaned in pleasure while gripping the sheets tight on the bed as she felt plow into her hard from behind.
The queen bee had to bite her lip to keep in the screams and groans as Ron came and out of her hard and fast from behind, the whole bed shaking with them. But quickly she felt Ron's pace slowing and his thrusts becoming harder. Not that she minded.
Bonnie was quickly loosing her footing on the fresh carpet beneath her, spreading her legs farther apart. This not allowed the side-kick better grip on the girl's thighs but better penetration. So when Ron thrusted he also pulled her against him, going balls deep inside of her.
"OHHH GAWD! OH GAWD!"
Bonnie yelled as she came again. Ron wasn't that far behind her. As the side-kick kept plowing into her, each time he went in he practically picked up the girl off her knees and all but slammed her onto the bed before pulling her back down.
Right on the edge himself Ron bent down so that he was right on top of Bonnie, his head right behind hers, all before he pulled her hard against him as he thrusted with all his might. Ron instinctively flung back up and his head back and grunted a animal war cry to give himself that bit more momentum. Bonnie did the same, pushing herself off the bed with her arms and arching her back.
This was all to much, as it lifted Bonnie right off the bed and Ron fell back as they both lost their footing. The side-kick fell hard on the ground with his FSA still attached to him. Incredibly both their back's still arched. When Bonnie landed right on top of him, her head tilted to the side, her eyes crossed, gasping or air.
After a few jolts the two came down from their high and slowly descended onto the ground. Ron was gasping for air, completely out of breath, his eyes a bit blurry as he heard a thud on his side. Shaking his head a bit, Ron looked over to his side and saw Bonnie's beautiful brown hair on the back of her heard as she laid on her side, also trying to catch her breath.
Bonnie recovered quickly as she got back up on her knees and blew away her hair from her eyes as she crawlled over to him and collapsed on his side.
"S-s-sorry a-ahbout the la-landing." Ron breathed. "Le- legs are still shot from yesterday."
"Its cool." Bonnie smiled as she slid her arm around his chest. "You're getting better. You need help getting in the bed or do you wanna lay here for a bit?"
"Oh I am gonna be here for a bit." Ron answered before he grunted failing to lift his leg. "Barely lift it up."
"Okay." Bonnie giggled. "Hey, I know we didn't really have sex on it, but you're still gonna wash the sheets tonight right?"
"Uhhh, yeah. Sure."
"Alright, when your parents- wait. You've washed those after every time we have sex in it right?"
"Ummm, define every time."
"Ew. Ewe."
Bonnie cringed as she pushed Ron away before standing up, but instantly her legs almost failed on her and she crashed against the bed to hold herself up. Ron saw Bonnie cringe again as she pushed herself back up, waddled over to the far wall and leaned on it as she made her way to his private bathroom.
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"Do. Do. Do." Ron hummed as he stepped out of the bathroom and into the hallway. Ron stretched a bit, holding his brief case in his hand before he turned a corner. Ron took a deep breath and exhale as he saw the seemingly endless waves of students try to find their way to their classes. The side-kick smiled knowing he didn't have to deal with that quite yet.
"OOOUUUFFFF." Ron coughed as he felt something knock into him and push him over. Rubbing his head Ron looked over and saw none other than Monique laying at his side doing the same.
"Ron?" Monique asked. "What are you doing here?"
"I've got a new idea for the school to give them." Ron answered holding up his briefcase.
"Well as great as that is I have to get to class." Monique answered as she tried to pick herself up. Ron did the same but the moment they did they felt that their sides were still touching each other. The two side-kicks struggled a bit more but to no avail. "Uh Ron, did you lean in something sticky?"
"Not lately."
"Oh my god." Monique gasped. "The mysterious glowing ball. The weird smoke."
"What?" Ron asked as he felt Monique tug against him as she began running down the hall.
"Gotta warn Kim."
