Kim Possible walked distractedly through the halls of Middleton High.  She was so immersed in her thoughts she hardly noticed her best friend Ron sneak up on her.

"Hola Kimmy!"

Kim jumped a mile high, dropping all the papers she had been holding limply in her hand.

"Ron!"  Kim groaned.  She bent to pick up her work.  Ron helped her. 

"Where were you at lunch?"  He studied her more closely. "You look terrible."

Kim glared.

"Ah," stumbled Ron.  "Terrib…ly good."

Kim smiled witheringly.  "Thank you for the complement.  I was in the library putting the finishing touches on my biology paper.  And I suppose I look so terrible because I had to stay up all night actually writing it."

Ron waggled a finger at her.  "Tut tut tut, you know better Kim."

Kim blew a strand of hair out of her face and reached for the last page of her report, nimbly dodging a pair of sneakers.  "I couldn't help it!  Our last mission kinda 'filled up' my weekend."

"Mission?  Well, we didn't really 'complete' the mission.  Drakken got away." 

Kim wasn't listening, but was ticking off several other responsibilities she had on her plate.  "…and on Monday I had cheer practice and a meeting with the yearbook committee, and – "

"Possible!"

Kim stood up and saw Coach Barkin marching up to her.  Ron greeted him heartily but the Coach ignored him. 

"How rude," stated Ron.  Rufus popped out of his pocket and made a noise of affirmation.

"What is Coach?" queried Kim, who was shuffling her papers into the right order. 

"Congratulations Possible.  You've been chosen to be the lead in the next school play."

Kim nearly dropped all her papers again.  "Wha-what?!  But how?  I didn't even audition!"

"Ms. Pirelli asked me to find someone for the lead, and I found you."

"Ms. Pirelli?  The new drama teacher?"  Kim recalled the newest addition to Middleton's staff, a bony lady who wore purple glasses and spoke in a very shrill voice.  She shook her head and continued her protest.  "I can't Coach, I have too much to do."

"It's true sir," put in Ron.  He pulled out a pocketbook schedule and showed it to Coach Barkin.  "As you can see," he began eloquently "her March is completely full.  I wouldn't recommend any plays till April..."

"Stoppable!"  exclaimed the coach.  Ron subsided meekly.  "You have to do this Possible.  Ms. Pirelli will – well, you don't want to know what will happen if she can't find a lead for her play."  His voice dropped low, so low Kim and Ron had to lean in to hear. 

"Frankly, her play isn't raising much interest.  Only two people have auditioned, but Ms. Pirelli said they were terrible.  She was at her wit's end, and asked me to help her find some youngsters."

"Can't you ask anybody else?"

"Talented youngsters," added the Coach.  "She won't accept just anybody.  So that's where you come in."

"But – "

"I'm sure you can fit it into you're schedule."  The Coach started to walk away.  "If you can't make this play work, nobody can."  The warning bell rang, and Kim had to sprint top speed to reach her next class.  Ron arrived, breathing heavily, a minute after the late bell.

After being told off by the teacher, Ron seated himself next to Kim.  "So, I guess you have to do this play thing."

Kim folded her arms and lay her head on top of them.  "I guess so."

Ron leaned back in his chair.  He stretched his arms behind him.  "Yeah, well at least – "

 -beep beep, beepbeep- 

Ron fell backward.  Half the class turned toward him, but he jumped into his seat as quickly as he'd fallen out.  He twiddled his thumbs, first looking at the Kimmunicator, then Kim. 

"At least I don't have to save the world right now?"  Kim smiled at Ron, then grabbed the Kimmunicator, which was starting to beep again.  She saw Wade's face pop up onto the small screen.  "Hey Wade.  What's the citch?"

A/N: how do you spell 'citch?'  Hmmm…if this is the wrong way, someone tell me. ;)