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                        CHAPTER THREE

            Kim couldn't believe how badly things were going.  Barkin was expecting a report on the EGBT, who had trusted her to keep their identity a secret.  And as if that wasn't bad enough, now Señor Senior, Jr. was teaching at her school!  Things couldn't get much worse!

            Later that day, things got much worse.  Kim led the cheerleading squad through a new routine.  Ron sat on the sidelines, with the Kimmunicator in hand; waiting to alert her if something came up.

            "Hey, Rufus?  Maybe it's just me, but I've noticed that all of their 'new routines' look almost exactly the same.  Ever notice that."

            Rufus nodded and mumbled something incomprehensible in agreement.

            "No, no, no!  You people are making me want to cry!"

            For the fifth time that day, Kim had to stop the routine, because Señor Senior, Jr. was too busy yelling at the football team for her to concentrate.

            "Any large, muscular person can charge headfirst into a human wall and hope not to die.  You people have the muscle, but you need more style!"

            Brick Flagg, the quarterback, exchanged a look with the center.  "Style?  In football?"

            "Here.  Let me show you!"  Señor Senior, Jr. picked up the football and said, "Come on!  Let me see what you've got."

            The football players looked at each other and shrugged; then, all eleven of them charged Junior in unison.  Junior, being the macho man that he was, screamed like a child, dropped the ball, and began to run as fast as he could in the other direction.

            Kim crossed her arms.  "Yep," she said, sarcastically, "can't get much more stylish than that.  Come on team, let's…"  She looked at the team to see that none of them were paying attention to her.  "What are you staring at?"  Kim followed Bonnie Rockwaller's gaze to the yellow-shirted European man running for his life across the football field.  "What…eww!  Bonnie!  He's the son of an international super villain!"

            "The incredibly cute son of an international super villain." Bonnie sighed, without even looking at Kim.

            "Plus, he has to be almost twice your age!"

            "So does Orlando Bloom, but I don't hear you complaining about him!"

            For the next few days, Kim was constantly being hounded by Barkin, who would always want to know if she had found out anything about the illicit club.  Kim always said that she was busy on another crisis, but she would have an answer for him soon.

            "Well, snap it up, Possible!  I need this info now!"

            The truth was that her only "crisis" was finding out why Señor Senior, Jr. had taken a job at her school.  But it didn't take her long to find out.  One day, while walking to her next class, she heard Barkin's voice echoing over the loudspeaker:

            "Attention!  Would Señor Senior, Jr. please come to the front desk?  He has a phone call."

            Wondering what this was about, Kim and Ron snuck up to the front desk, just in time to see Junior take the phone from the secretary.

            "Hello…No, not yet, but…but father…I…Father, why do I have to do it?"

            Señor Senior, Sr.'s voice came through the phone so loudly that Junior had to hold the phone at arm's length to avoid any lasting damage to his hearing.  For this reason, it was very easy for anyone in the front hallway to hear what Señor Senior, Sr. was saying.

            "Because you are stronger and more athletically coordinated than I am, because you look better in a skintight outfit than I do, because you still have the use of both legs, because you have been trained by a professional, and because I will WRITE YOU OUT OF MY WILL IF YOU DON'T!  THAT'S WHY!!!"

            Dead silence was all that followed in the hallway.  For some unexplained reason, somebody dropped a pin.

            "All right, father.  I'll see what I can do."

            Kim pulled Ron around the corner.  "I knew he was up to something!"

            Unfortunately, because of her little retort, both Kim and Ron missed the end of the conversation.

            "But father, Kim Possible has been following me ever since I arrived here.  I think she suspects something!"

            "Don't worry, Junior.  I think she is going to be out of the way for a while."

            At that exact moment, the Kimmunicator chirped.

            "What's the sitch, Wade?"  Bet you were wondering when he would show up?

            "Nothing big.  Just a bank robbery in progress.  About half a mile from your school."

            "You got any security images?"

            "No.  The cameras were all blown up before anything happened."

            "All right.  We're on our way."

            Kim switched off the Kimmunicator.  She and Ron were on their way out the door, when Señor Senior, Jr. intervened.

            "And where, may I ask, are you two going during school hours?"

            Barkin put a hand on Junior's shoulder.  "I forgot to tell you something about Possible and Stoppable.  They frequently get called away for some mission, save the world, that kind of thing.  I've tried giving them detention for it, but apparently, they have diplomatic immunity."

            "There you go, KP.  If Junior was up to something, why would he try to stop us from leaving?"

            Later, Ron and Kim arrived at the bank to find that, from the outside, nothing looked unusual, except that the front door was propped open ever so slightly.  Rufus poked his head out of Ron's pocket, saw this, and decided to investigate.

            "Rufus!  Come back!"  Ron took off after his hairless friend.

            "Ron, wait!"  But it was too late.  Ron had opened the door, and a bucket had fallen off and landed on his head.  And what was in the bucket?  Water?  Glue?  Diablo Sauce?  Nope.  The bucket was full of golf balls.  "Wait…golf balls?"

            At that moment, Kim heard the unmistakable insane laughter of a rogue golfer turned super villain.  She made a flying leap over the golf balls (and Ron), landing five feet away from Duff Killigan.

            "I was wondering when ye'd get here, lassie." Killigan raised his hands, revealing a nine-iron in his right, and a struggling Rufus in the left.

            "Ooh help no please no."

            Ron extracted his head from the bucket, and his gaze was immediately drawn to Rufus, babbling in Killigan's fist.

            "Rufus!  No!"

            Killigan opened a special golf ball and deposited Rufus inside, so that only his head was showing.  The naked mole rat screamed, as Killigan placed him on the floor, bent his knees, and pulled back, preparing to swing.

            "Don't try anything, Kim Possible, or the rodent here gets it!"

So, how's that for a cliffhanger?  How will Rufus get out of this one?  And how does it relate to Señor Senior, Jr.'s plot?  Find out in chapter four!