* * * Don't you adore plot twists? I do. What you think I'm implying may not actually be FACT but FICTION! Can you guess who's behind the crime? I know I can, but I write the story, so that doesn't count. Please post your suspects, maybe you're right?
Once again, I don't own Kim Possible. Thank goodness! Like I don't have enough stress! KEEP R&Ring! * * *
"Boo-yah!" Ron exclaimed as he stood up from the table, accidentally flipping mashed potatoes on Mister Possible. "I knew something was up with that guy! He's faker than Bueno Nacho cheese!" Rufus peeked out of his abode pocket and commented, "Uh-huh!"
Kim's response was the blinking of her green eyes. Fact: she did recalled seating in the back of the room. Could Ivan been lying to her?
Doctor Possible cupped the young women's shoulder,"Kimmie, you're welcomed to be excused."
She nodded, and left her appetite at the dinner table as she forged to her room.
Kim stank into her bed's comforter and began to close her eyes. Not wanting to think about the revealed she decided to rest on the subject.
But the alerting chime of the communicator prided open her eyes.
"Hey Wade."
"Woah, Kim," the human database replied, "you're not looking too well."
She sighed, "What's the stitch?"
"You remember the robberies I reported to you?" He cracked his knuckles and typed up a visual grid. Little red dots spotted every inland state. "Every state. With no pattern of stores! But... there is one thing they all have in common," he paused and stared blankly at the screen. "Popcorn."
"Popcorn?"
Wade nods, then continues, "A league of popcorn has been stolen! Butter-favored."
Ivan's odor returned to in her senses, she puckered her face, a twist of confusion and rage.
"... It's Drakken," Wade's voice came back into focus, " Long black hairs were found at the sites." He peered around the room, "is Ron with you? He should be hearing this too."
Kim nodded her head and went to ajar her door, Ron flopped onto the floor.
"Go ahead, Wade. He's here."
Ron stood up, straightening himself out, then pointed his finger, "You know this isn't Drakken! It all points to Ivan, except..." he paused and almost talking out loud to himself said, " the fact he hopped into Bueno Nacho right after Wade announced the crime... and he doesn't have a dark ponytail like Drakken. But besides that, it all points to him!"
Kim shrugged, "Let's go check out Drakken first, I know where his secret layer is at least. I don't even know the street Ivan lives on."
"If that's even his real name," Ron remarked.
* * *
Once again, I don't own Kim Possible. Thank goodness! Like I don't have enough stress! KEEP R&Ring! * * *
"Boo-yah!" Ron exclaimed as he stood up from the table, accidentally flipping mashed potatoes on Mister Possible. "I knew something was up with that guy! He's faker than Bueno Nacho cheese!" Rufus peeked out of his abode pocket and commented, "Uh-huh!"
Kim's response was the blinking of her green eyes. Fact: she did recalled seating in the back of the room. Could Ivan been lying to her?
Doctor Possible cupped the young women's shoulder,"Kimmie, you're welcomed to be excused."
She nodded, and left her appetite at the dinner table as she forged to her room.
Kim stank into her bed's comforter and began to close her eyes. Not wanting to think about the revealed she decided to rest on the subject.
But the alerting chime of the communicator prided open her eyes.
"Hey Wade."
"Woah, Kim," the human database replied, "you're not looking too well."
She sighed, "What's the stitch?"
"You remember the robberies I reported to you?" He cracked his knuckles and typed up a visual grid. Little red dots spotted every inland state. "Every state. With no pattern of stores! But... there is one thing they all have in common," he paused and stared blankly at the screen. "Popcorn."
"Popcorn?"
Wade nods, then continues, "A league of popcorn has been stolen! Butter-favored."
Ivan's odor returned to in her senses, she puckered her face, a twist of confusion and rage.
"... It's Drakken," Wade's voice came back into focus, " Long black hairs were found at the sites." He peered around the room, "is Ron with you? He should be hearing this too."
Kim nodded her head and went to ajar her door, Ron flopped onto the floor.
"Go ahead, Wade. He's here."
Ron stood up, straightening himself out, then pointed his finger, "You know this isn't Drakken! It all points to Ivan, except..." he paused and almost talking out loud to himself said, " the fact he hopped into Bueno Nacho right after Wade announced the crime... and he doesn't have a dark ponytail like Drakken. But besides that, it all points to him!"
Kim shrugged, "Let's go check out Drakken first, I know where his secret layer is at least. I don't even know the street Ivan lives on."
"If that's even his real name," Ron remarked.
* * *