"D, C, and H -- thank you." Kim said to three faces on the Kimmunicator's screen. "You've helped a lot."
"No problem," said Dewey.
"After you saved our law firm!" added Cheatham.
"Oh, go on with you now. Those crooked landlords didn't even read the fine print!"
"You're one in a million, Kim Possible," finished Howe.
"Well, I have to go begin defending my best friend, so I better zoom. Bye!" The teenager turned off her electronic device and walked back to the interrogation room. The three officers had left.
Miranda extended her hand. "Welcome to the league of law. I'm Miranda Wright, Drakken and Shego's parole officer. I'm here to make sure they don't try anything funny."
Dr. Drakken looked coolly at her. "Ah, Kim Possible. My teenaged adversary. Welcome to courtroom law."
"You? Administer justice? So not!"
"So...yes, I can."
"What do you know about law?" snapped Kim.
Drakken reached into the knapsack Shego held. "I've read several books cover-to-cover." He pulled out a thick tome. "Law For the Rehabilitated Criminal, our main textbook." He tossed it at his opponent. "Law. Le Law, and More Law." He threw them in the same direction. "So Sue Me! Law For Stupids."
"That last one really suits you," muttered Shego.
"Justice. Serves You Right. And my personal favorite, Laws Meant to Be Broken!"
Kim climbed out of the pile of books. "Drakken, I have the right to view the evidence you plan to present against Ron before the trial."
"Really? I don't recall reading that."
Shego snatched up a heavy volume entitled Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Law, But Were Too Afraid to Ask. "As much as I hate to prove Kim Possible right, I have to correct you so you don't look like a fool out there. Here...page 2002."
"I must have missed that part. But very well." Drakken reached into his pocket and drew out a videocassette. "Here's a copy of the tape from the surveillance camera. Shego!"
"Yes, your majesty?" she replied sarcastically.
"Give me that list of the witnesses I'm calling tomorrow."
"Get it yourself! Do I look like your secretary?!"
"Then there may have to be a salary cutback--"
"Oh, is that what you call it?" Shego snorted and handed Kim a sheet of paper.
Miranda pointed out the door. "It's time to meet the jurors. Walk this way." Her parolees imitated her way of walking as they left.
Kim glanced at the dove-gray stationery. Printed in black ink was a list of six witnesses. Officer Yurin Deeptrouble, Middleton Police Department. Al Arm, Security Expert. Marquis Adamas, jeweler. Steve Barkin, teacher. Hettie Cephalus, zoologist. Also listed were phone numbers and addresses.
Ron peeked over her shoulder. "I guess the mad scientist actually did his homework."
"Ron, I gotta jet."
"KP, don't leave me here!"
"I have to go buy something suitable to wear. I can't walk in the courtroom with a bare midriff!"
"I'm so glad I have jury duty tomorrow. I hope that teenage punk gets locked up until he's an old man!"
Drakken chuckled. "You'll do nicely."
"It's time to meet our defendant," said the Bailiff cheerily.
Judge Strickley snorted. "A teenage burglar?"
"Alleged. Nothing's been proven."
"It's guilty until proven innocent."
"Uh...wasn't it the other way around?"
"Not in my court!" Strickley patted her mass of gray curls.
"I like your hair, by the way."
"Thank you. Horrible teenagers ruined it, so I had to get a perm." She sighed. "And if our defendant doesn't compliment me on it, I'll add ten years to his sentence."
"Harsh, aren't we?"
"It's what being president of the Middleton Against Teenagers Society is all about!"
Kim opened the door to her bedroom and hung a garment bag on the back of her door. "Thank the fashion gods Club Banana had their trendiest business suit in my size." She reached into her bag and drew out the videotape Drakken had given her, then popped it into the VCR.
The tape showed a dimly-lit hallway ornately decorated with maroon carpeting and suits of armor. A medium-height figure dressed in a long black coat and a black beret stole toward a gilt-framed portrait.
It shouldn't be too hard to prove Drakken wrong, thought Kim. That could be anyone Ron's height. And that's about half of Middleton. Why else would they call it 'average' height?
The figure reached the portrait and lifted it off the wall, revealing a large concrete safe. The burglar reached into his pocket and held something pink to the safe door, near the lock. There was a barely audible sound. Like...grinding? The figure retracted the item and popped it back in his pocket. He poked a hook in the hole and drew out a gleaming platinum necklace. He put it in his pocket and turned to leave.
"Hold it right there!" came a voice.
The figure ran down the hall and out of the camera's sight.
Kim pressed "stop." "Could that have been...Rufus?" She ran to her bookshelf and pulled out a small book titled "The Truth about Naked Mole Rats." Ron had given it to her for a joke gift. She flipped to the section titled 'Trivia'. "Twenty-five percent of a naked mole rat's muscles are in its jaws. They are capable of chewing through soil, rock, and even concrete..." Ron? A burglar? She shook her head. "So not. Ron would never stoop to that! At least, not without spilling the beans to me." She glanced at the screen. "But the court's going to be extremely hard to convince."
End of Chapter 2
"No problem," said Dewey.
"After you saved our law firm!" added Cheatham.
"Oh, go on with you now. Those crooked landlords didn't even read the fine print!"
"You're one in a million, Kim Possible," finished Howe.
"Well, I have to go begin defending my best friend, so I better zoom. Bye!" The teenager turned off her electronic device and walked back to the interrogation room. The three officers had left.
Miranda extended her hand. "Welcome to the league of law. I'm Miranda Wright, Drakken and Shego's parole officer. I'm here to make sure they don't try anything funny."
Dr. Drakken looked coolly at her. "Ah, Kim Possible. My teenaged adversary. Welcome to courtroom law."
"You? Administer justice? So not!"
"So...yes, I can."
"What do you know about law?" snapped Kim.
Drakken reached into the knapsack Shego held. "I've read several books cover-to-cover." He pulled out a thick tome. "Law For the Rehabilitated Criminal, our main textbook." He tossed it at his opponent. "Law. Le Law, and More Law." He threw them in the same direction. "So Sue Me! Law For Stupids."
"That last one really suits you," muttered Shego.
"Justice. Serves You Right. And my personal favorite, Laws Meant to Be Broken!"
Kim climbed out of the pile of books. "Drakken, I have the right to view the evidence you plan to present against Ron before the trial."
"Really? I don't recall reading that."
Shego snatched up a heavy volume entitled Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Law, But Were Too Afraid to Ask. "As much as I hate to prove Kim Possible right, I have to correct you so you don't look like a fool out there. Here...page 2002."
"I must have missed that part. But very well." Drakken reached into his pocket and drew out a videocassette. "Here's a copy of the tape from the surveillance camera. Shego!"
"Yes, your majesty?" she replied sarcastically.
"Give me that list of the witnesses I'm calling tomorrow."
"Get it yourself! Do I look like your secretary?!"
"Then there may have to be a salary cutback--"
"Oh, is that what you call it?" Shego snorted and handed Kim a sheet of paper.
Miranda pointed out the door. "It's time to meet the jurors. Walk this way." Her parolees imitated her way of walking as they left.
Kim glanced at the dove-gray stationery. Printed in black ink was a list of six witnesses. Officer Yurin Deeptrouble, Middleton Police Department. Al Arm, Security Expert. Marquis Adamas, jeweler. Steve Barkin, teacher. Hettie Cephalus, zoologist. Also listed were phone numbers and addresses.
Ron peeked over her shoulder. "I guess the mad scientist actually did his homework."
"Ron, I gotta jet."
"KP, don't leave me here!"
"I have to go buy something suitable to wear. I can't walk in the courtroom with a bare midriff!"
"I'm so glad I have jury duty tomorrow. I hope that teenage punk gets locked up until he's an old man!"
Drakken chuckled. "You'll do nicely."
"It's time to meet our defendant," said the Bailiff cheerily.
Judge Strickley snorted. "A teenage burglar?"
"Alleged. Nothing's been proven."
"It's guilty until proven innocent."
"Uh...wasn't it the other way around?"
"Not in my court!" Strickley patted her mass of gray curls.
"I like your hair, by the way."
"Thank you. Horrible teenagers ruined it, so I had to get a perm." She sighed. "And if our defendant doesn't compliment me on it, I'll add ten years to his sentence."
"Harsh, aren't we?"
"It's what being president of the Middleton Against Teenagers Society is all about!"
Kim opened the door to her bedroom and hung a garment bag on the back of her door. "Thank the fashion gods Club Banana had their trendiest business suit in my size." She reached into her bag and drew out the videotape Drakken had given her, then popped it into the VCR.
The tape showed a dimly-lit hallway ornately decorated with maroon carpeting and suits of armor. A medium-height figure dressed in a long black coat and a black beret stole toward a gilt-framed portrait.
It shouldn't be too hard to prove Drakken wrong, thought Kim. That could be anyone Ron's height. And that's about half of Middleton. Why else would they call it 'average' height?
The figure reached the portrait and lifted it off the wall, revealing a large concrete safe. The burglar reached into his pocket and held something pink to the safe door, near the lock. There was a barely audible sound. Like...grinding? The figure retracted the item and popped it back in his pocket. He poked a hook in the hole and drew out a gleaming platinum necklace. He put it in his pocket and turned to leave.
"Hold it right there!" came a voice.
The figure ran down the hall and out of the camera's sight.
Kim pressed "stop." "Could that have been...Rufus?" She ran to her bookshelf and pulled out a small book titled "The Truth about Naked Mole Rats." Ron had given it to her for a joke gift. She flipped to the section titled 'Trivia'. "Twenty-five percent of a naked mole rat's muscles are in its jaws. They are capable of chewing through soil, rock, and even concrete..." Ron? A burglar? She shook her head. "So not. Ron would never stoop to that! At least, not without spilling the beans to me." She glanced at the screen. "But the court's going to be extremely hard to convince."
End of Chapter 2