The Next Day - Middleton Non-denominational Church:
Everyone in Middleton attended Kim Possible's wake. The chapel was filled to standing room only. A quiet stream of somber organ music floated through the room. Seated in the first row were Kim's parents, Mrs. Possible with a veil over her face, Dr. Possible next to her, his face even more solemn than usual. Beside them were Jim and Tim, Kim's brothers, in matching charcoal suits. The next four or five rows of pews contained dignitaries and others from around the world - nearly everyone that Kim Possible had ever helped or saved. Kim was in a large white casket with brass trim, and a light pink satin lining the inside. Kim had been dressed in a midnight green gown. Her hair was perfect. Circumstances aside, anyone would think that she was merely sleeping. Even now, her face had that "Kimness" that she would forever be remembered for.
On the other side of Kim's parents, close to the aisle, were Ron and Wade, both in black. Ron's hair was slicked back. They watched through reddened eyes as a steady stream of people filed up to the front of the chapel to view the open casket. Each person had their own words as they looked on the teen hero for the last time.
Ned, the manager at Bueno Nacho: "Goodbye, Kim Possible. Even though you only worked for me a short time, nobody could push the button on the Nacho cheese dispenser like you."
King Wallace, whose son Kim had saved from the Rodegan Knights: "Farewell, Kim Possible. I have named a day for you back in my country. Prince Wally and I shall truly miss you."
Mr. Barkin, from Kim's school: "Sorry I had to give you detention, Possible. You didn't belong there. I wish I had been less tough, and more fair."
Monique from Club Banana, and Kim's closest female friend: "I'm gonna miss you, girl. Whatever you put your mind to...nobody could do it like you did."
Josh Mankey, Kim's sometime crush interest said nothing, but stared at Kim for a long while, then turned away, his head still low.
Big Mike, never much for words: "Bye, Kim."
The cheerleading squad came up together, tearfully, each of them touching Kim's hair, still struggling with the fact that they would never again follow her lead in the cheers. Finally, Bonnie Rockwaller, now the new cheerleader captain, approached the casket with one hand over her mouth, trying to contain her composure. She was beside herself. She looked at Kim for a long moment, choking back sobs. "I...I always wanted to be captain of the squad, but...but not like this! I'd give it all up, if only - God, Kim, *come back*!" She fell to her knees in uncontrollable sobs, tightly clutching the handles on the casket. Several other members of the squad helped her to her feet and led her away from the casket, her crying becoming more intense.
Wade stood up and made his way to the casket. "Sure will be funny not tracking down and analyzing stuff for you anymore," he said. "It was way to early for you to go...but you went doing what you do best...and what you love most - saving the world."
Finally, Ron stood up and slowly walked to where the teen hero lay. He looked down at his former fighting partner against crime. Rufus crawled from his jacket pocket, and jumped down onto the rail of the white casket, slowly stroking Kim's hand with his paw and sniffling.
"You know I'm not good with words," Ron started. "Especially not at a time like this. What can I say? My partner...my best friend...the only person who ever really believed in me and stood by me...is gone. Why didn't you tell me what you were planning? I could have helped somehow. I could have at least tried to stop *this* from happening. Even Drakken wasn't worth losing you."
Ron took one last lingering look at Kim...then stroked her hair lightly. "I know you're an angel now...because you sure were one here. If you can, come visit sometime."
As the gathering of people began to exit the chapel, Ron turned to Wade and pulled the Kimmunicator from his jacket pocket. "I...I guess I won't be needing this anymore..."
"I won't either, really," said Wade, brushing some remaining dirt from the screen of the small device. "I'm going to deactivate it, and put it on a shelf in my room. I've been getting thousands and thousands of hits on Kim's website with emails of condolence. I'm leaving the site up, and turning it into a tribute. It's the very least I can do."
At that very second, the Kimmunicator beeped. Wade and Ron looked at each other in shock. Wade finally pressed a button, and Drakken's face filled the screen. "Sorry to bother you in your obvious time of grief," he sneered, "But I guess you know that this means I will own the world - and now there is nobody who can stop me. Give my regards to Kim Possible - and prepare for domination-"
Ron stabbed the button, and the screen went dark. "He wasn't there!" he exclaimed. "He wasn't in the lair when it blew up!"
Wade shook his head. "This is bad...this...is...bad."
Ron became angry and clenched his fist tightly. "I made a promise to Kim," he said through gritted teeth. I don't care what I have to do anymore. I don't care what it takes...but...Drakken...is...gonna...PAY. Wade, trace that communication."
Wade looked at Ron, who was nearly seething at this point. Ron looked into Wade's eyes. "It's the very least I can do."
Two Hours Later:
The chapel was dark, empty and silent. One of the tall doors at the back of the hall opened, and the figure of a small woman stepped inside, dressed in a long black cloak and hood, the clack of her heels echoing through the room as they walked toward Kim's casket. She stopped and slowly opened it, looking down on Kim's body. She lightly caressed Kim's hair and cheek, then pressed her little finger against Kim's forehead and, with her nail, etched a small serpentine "S" into the smooth skin.
"So long...Kimmy," Shego hissed. "'Teen hero.' Should have quit while you were behind...maybe you'd still be here."
Shego quietly closed the casket and turned to exit the chapel, muttering to herself, "'Teen hero' - pffft. Should have stuck to cheerleading..."
Everyone in Middleton attended Kim Possible's wake. The chapel was filled to standing room only. A quiet stream of somber organ music floated through the room. Seated in the first row were Kim's parents, Mrs. Possible with a veil over her face, Dr. Possible next to her, his face even more solemn than usual. Beside them were Jim and Tim, Kim's brothers, in matching charcoal suits. The next four or five rows of pews contained dignitaries and others from around the world - nearly everyone that Kim Possible had ever helped or saved. Kim was in a large white casket with brass trim, and a light pink satin lining the inside. Kim had been dressed in a midnight green gown. Her hair was perfect. Circumstances aside, anyone would think that she was merely sleeping. Even now, her face had that "Kimness" that she would forever be remembered for.
On the other side of Kim's parents, close to the aisle, were Ron and Wade, both in black. Ron's hair was slicked back. They watched through reddened eyes as a steady stream of people filed up to the front of the chapel to view the open casket. Each person had their own words as they looked on the teen hero for the last time.
Ned, the manager at Bueno Nacho: "Goodbye, Kim Possible. Even though you only worked for me a short time, nobody could push the button on the Nacho cheese dispenser like you."
King Wallace, whose son Kim had saved from the Rodegan Knights: "Farewell, Kim Possible. I have named a day for you back in my country. Prince Wally and I shall truly miss you."
Mr. Barkin, from Kim's school: "Sorry I had to give you detention, Possible. You didn't belong there. I wish I had been less tough, and more fair."
Monique from Club Banana, and Kim's closest female friend: "I'm gonna miss you, girl. Whatever you put your mind to...nobody could do it like you did."
Josh Mankey, Kim's sometime crush interest said nothing, but stared at Kim for a long while, then turned away, his head still low.
Big Mike, never much for words: "Bye, Kim."
The cheerleading squad came up together, tearfully, each of them touching Kim's hair, still struggling with the fact that they would never again follow her lead in the cheers. Finally, Bonnie Rockwaller, now the new cheerleader captain, approached the casket with one hand over her mouth, trying to contain her composure. She was beside herself. She looked at Kim for a long moment, choking back sobs. "I...I always wanted to be captain of the squad, but...but not like this! I'd give it all up, if only - God, Kim, *come back*!" She fell to her knees in uncontrollable sobs, tightly clutching the handles on the casket. Several other members of the squad helped her to her feet and led her away from the casket, her crying becoming more intense.
Wade stood up and made his way to the casket. "Sure will be funny not tracking down and analyzing stuff for you anymore," he said. "It was way to early for you to go...but you went doing what you do best...and what you love most - saving the world."
Finally, Ron stood up and slowly walked to where the teen hero lay. He looked down at his former fighting partner against crime. Rufus crawled from his jacket pocket, and jumped down onto the rail of the white casket, slowly stroking Kim's hand with his paw and sniffling.
"You know I'm not good with words," Ron started. "Especially not at a time like this. What can I say? My partner...my best friend...the only person who ever really believed in me and stood by me...is gone. Why didn't you tell me what you were planning? I could have helped somehow. I could have at least tried to stop *this* from happening. Even Drakken wasn't worth losing you."
Ron took one last lingering look at Kim...then stroked her hair lightly. "I know you're an angel now...because you sure were one here. If you can, come visit sometime."
As the gathering of people began to exit the chapel, Ron turned to Wade and pulled the Kimmunicator from his jacket pocket. "I...I guess I won't be needing this anymore..."
"I won't either, really," said Wade, brushing some remaining dirt from the screen of the small device. "I'm going to deactivate it, and put it on a shelf in my room. I've been getting thousands and thousands of hits on Kim's website with emails of condolence. I'm leaving the site up, and turning it into a tribute. It's the very least I can do."
At that very second, the Kimmunicator beeped. Wade and Ron looked at each other in shock. Wade finally pressed a button, and Drakken's face filled the screen. "Sorry to bother you in your obvious time of grief," he sneered, "But I guess you know that this means I will own the world - and now there is nobody who can stop me. Give my regards to Kim Possible - and prepare for domination-"
Ron stabbed the button, and the screen went dark. "He wasn't there!" he exclaimed. "He wasn't in the lair when it blew up!"
Wade shook his head. "This is bad...this...is...bad."
Ron became angry and clenched his fist tightly. "I made a promise to Kim," he said through gritted teeth. I don't care what I have to do anymore. I don't care what it takes...but...Drakken...is...gonna...PAY. Wade, trace that communication."
Wade looked at Ron, who was nearly seething at this point. Ron looked into Wade's eyes. "It's the very least I can do."
Two Hours Later:
The chapel was dark, empty and silent. One of the tall doors at the back of the hall opened, and the figure of a small woman stepped inside, dressed in a long black cloak and hood, the clack of her heels echoing through the room as they walked toward Kim's casket. She stopped and slowly opened it, looking down on Kim's body. She lightly caressed Kim's hair and cheek, then pressed her little finger against Kim's forehead and, with her nail, etched a small serpentine "S" into the smooth skin.
"So long...Kimmy," Shego hissed. "'Teen hero.' Should have quit while you were behind...maybe you'd still be here."
Shego quietly closed the casket and turned to exit the chapel, muttering to herself, "'Teen hero' - pffft. Should have stuck to cheerleading..."