* * * BEWARE!: Horrible plot twist and puns used are in the following.
No popcorn poppers were hurt in the making of this fan fic *laughs* people are going to hate me! * * *
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"I mean, we don't even have a library aid course option at our school," Ron continued to mumble.
The blue-toned villainess was engaged in a movie as the teen heroes dropped from their cables onto the title flooring. The clicks of their heels announced their entrance.
Drakken paused his movie rental and glanced behind the head of his couch.
Grinning he greeted, "Kim Possible, and..." he waves his hand carelessly, "him."
Kim stormed ahead confidently, "Drakken," her arm gestured to the bags of popcorn towering towards the ceiling. "What is this? What are you up to?"
Ron stood his arms crossed, tapping his foot.
"Ron!" Kim glanced back realizing he was not at her heel.
He glances around, exclaiming the popcorn, "I'm waiting."
She gives him a puzzling look, then he continues, " You know whenever we bust into this place she appears with her creepy green skin and rays of doom. You know it. I know it."
The cheerleader shrugged at this pointless observation then returned to Drakken who resigned back to his movie. She walked carefully to the arm of the couch and slanted her eyebrow upward as she attempted to confront him.
"Answer me, Drakken. What are you planning to do with these snacks?"
He pressed his finger to his pursed lips, "Shhhh. This is a new release, 'Fuzzy Bunnies Go To Mars,'" he continued to crunch on his bowl of popcorn.
Some mission, Kim thinks to herself.
Ron Stoppable continues to search the rafters for Shego. He feels something bump into him. It is Shego, hunched over carry a large bag of popcorn. She continues to expose of her burden with the rest of the bags.
The young man blinks his eyes and points, "Ha! Told ya!"
"Drakken, what is going on?" the villainess protested.
He smiles, "Oh good, Shego, you're here. Did you bring me more popcorn?" He begins to sit up, neverminding Kim Possible, "Ever since I lost my popper I've realized how much popcorn I actually eat."
Kim's eyes shifted, and made a whole rotation of a confused glare to each character in the room, "What?"
Shego rolled her eyes, "The Doctor managed to make a robot from one of his kitchen appliances."
Ron nods, "Impressive. What did he use? A bread maker?"
They noticed Shego was becoming tense with their presence and green began to pulsate from her flesh. She pulled out a checkbook, "Here, this should pay for most of the popcorn. Now go."
Drakken's face fell into a low expression, "It was made to be great," he mumbled."Made from my precious popper... I made him with plans of pure chaos."
Kim and Ron tilted their heads dumbfounded.
"Oh yes, I programmed him to steal every pompom within a 100 mile radius."
"Bummer," Ron sighed. "What happened?"
Drakken broke into a weeping fit. Shego comforted him and ended the tale, " He left."
Kim's heart sank, she was ahead of the game, she knew. The tell-tale signs led her to the conclusion. The lies of the fourth grade companionship, the obvious library aide pretense, the the fumes of popcorn. But finally the name itself, "Ivan Maide." She said it quickly to herself out loud, "I've been made."
It made sense, although it crushed her feelings.
The sound of her leaving, clicking of her shoes followed by the slamming of a door.
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She spent every lunch period or the few moments before practice in the Romance section for several weeks.
Upon giving up she found a note in her gym bag beside her pompoms, it inscribed:
Kim,
No worries. You won't ever come across a met that is pompom-less due to me.
I know I'm not human, but I deserved the chance.
Maybe you should take more chances.
Thank you.
Ivan
Attached to the note was a bag of sticky popcorn balls, she expected they were 'home-Maide.'
No popcorn poppers were hurt in the making of this fan fic *laughs* people are going to hate me! * * *
* * *
"I mean, we don't even have a library aid course option at our school," Ron continued to mumble.
The blue-toned villainess was engaged in a movie as the teen heroes dropped from their cables onto the title flooring. The clicks of their heels announced their entrance.
Drakken paused his movie rental and glanced behind the head of his couch.
Grinning he greeted, "Kim Possible, and..." he waves his hand carelessly, "him."
Kim stormed ahead confidently, "Drakken," her arm gestured to the bags of popcorn towering towards the ceiling. "What is this? What are you up to?"
Ron stood his arms crossed, tapping his foot.
"Ron!" Kim glanced back realizing he was not at her heel.
He glances around, exclaiming the popcorn, "I'm waiting."
She gives him a puzzling look, then he continues, " You know whenever we bust into this place she appears with her creepy green skin and rays of doom. You know it. I know it."
The cheerleader shrugged at this pointless observation then returned to Drakken who resigned back to his movie. She walked carefully to the arm of the couch and slanted her eyebrow upward as she attempted to confront him.
"Answer me, Drakken. What are you planning to do with these snacks?"
He pressed his finger to his pursed lips, "Shhhh. This is a new release, 'Fuzzy Bunnies Go To Mars,'" he continued to crunch on his bowl of popcorn.
Some mission, Kim thinks to herself.
Ron Stoppable continues to search the rafters for Shego. He feels something bump into him. It is Shego, hunched over carry a large bag of popcorn. She continues to expose of her burden with the rest of the bags.
The young man blinks his eyes and points, "Ha! Told ya!"
"Drakken, what is going on?" the villainess protested.
He smiles, "Oh good, Shego, you're here. Did you bring me more popcorn?" He begins to sit up, neverminding Kim Possible, "Ever since I lost my popper I've realized how much popcorn I actually eat."
Kim's eyes shifted, and made a whole rotation of a confused glare to each character in the room, "What?"
Shego rolled her eyes, "The Doctor managed to make a robot from one of his kitchen appliances."
Ron nods, "Impressive. What did he use? A bread maker?"
They noticed Shego was becoming tense with their presence and green began to pulsate from her flesh. She pulled out a checkbook, "Here, this should pay for most of the popcorn. Now go."
Drakken's face fell into a low expression, "It was made to be great," he mumbled."Made from my precious popper... I made him with plans of pure chaos."
Kim and Ron tilted their heads dumbfounded.
"Oh yes, I programmed him to steal every pompom within a 100 mile radius."
"Bummer," Ron sighed. "What happened?"
Drakken broke into a weeping fit. Shego comforted him and ended the tale, " He left."
Kim's heart sank, she was ahead of the game, she knew. The tell-tale signs led her to the conclusion. The lies of the fourth grade companionship, the obvious library aide pretense, the the fumes of popcorn. But finally the name itself, "Ivan Maide." She said it quickly to herself out loud, "I've been made."
It made sense, although it crushed her feelings.
The sound of her leaving, clicking of her shoes followed by the slamming of a door.
* * *
She spent every lunch period or the few moments before practice in the Romance section for several weeks.
Upon giving up she found a note in her gym bag beside her pompoms, it inscribed:
Kim,
No worries. You won't ever come across a met that is pompom-less due to me.
I know I'm not human, but I deserved the chance.
Maybe you should take more chances.
Thank you.
Ivan
Attached to the note was a bag of sticky popcorn balls, she expected they were 'home-Maide.'