To Parareru: Thanks.  Though, technically, she's not really Nessie.  He just calls her that.  She's…well, you'll see.

To Cynthia Krenshaw: I do so agree.  But then again, I wrote it.  As I said in the last chapter, "I can't tell you how much it means to have complete strangers singing the praises of my work."

Somebody stole the Disney corporation from me, so I don't own anything anymore.  Oh well.  It was fun while it lasted.

                        CHAPTER SIX

            "Killigan, is that…"

            "It can't be…"

            "How did you…"

            "Well, ye see, it all started when I stole some crazy lady's giant genetic zipper machine.  Once I got it reassembled, it was a simple matter of crossing a moray eel with a killer whale.  The result was Nessie here."

            Junior took several steps back.  "Are…you…sure it's a…she?"

            Killigan gave Junior a dark look.  "Do ye want to try and prove otherwise?"  He turned back to Nessie and held up a picture of Kim and Ron.  "I need ye to find these people.  I think they went in the general direction of the United States.  Once ye find them, ye may do whatever ye like to them."

            Nessie screamed, reminding Señor Senior, Jr. of the ringwraiths in The Lord of the Rings.  She then turned around and dove towards a door near the bottom of her tank.

                        *                 *                 *

            Ron leaned back in his seat in the back of the submarine that Wade had set up for their escape.  "You know, KP, I think I prefer submarine travel to airplanes.  There are no parachutes required."

Kim turned to the captain.  "Thanks for giving us a ride home, Captain Omen."

            "Please, Kim Possible.  The pleasure's all mine, after you saved my life, and my sub."

            Kim shrugged it off in her typical modest way.  "Distracting a giant squid was so not the drama."

            "Kim!" Wade shouted from the Kimmunicator.  "I'm picking up some strange sonar signals being aimed at your sub!  It sounds like it's coming from some sort of animal."

            "Pod of whales?"

            "No.  The frequency doesn't match any species on record.  But whatever it is, it's big, and it's moving fast!"

            Just then, the sub rocked, tossing Ron out of his chair.  "Hey!  I was just getting comfortable!"

            "We've been attacked!" Captain Omen shouted.

            Kim slid an oxygen tank onto her back.  "Probably another giant squid.  I'll go see what I can do."

            "Miss Possible, giant squid don't live this close to the surface!  And I don't think they use sonar!"

            The sub gave another violent lurch.  Kim dashed over to the periscope.  After some quick searching, she found that the creature that attacked the submarine was black and whitish-yellow, and close to forty feet long.  It had the body of a killer whale, but without the dorsal fin.  Instead, it had a ridge, like a fish.  Also, where an orca would have a bullet-shaped head, this creature had a long, snakelike neck, ending in an eel-like head, with teeth that were longer than her finger.

            "What…is that thing?"  She tried to get a closer look, but the monster bit the end off of the periscope.

            "Ron, we need to get out there!  You distract it, and I'll…think of something."

            "I've changed my mind.  I actually prefer flying.  There aren't any sea monsters up there."

            Outside the sub, Ron and Kim split up.  Ron, not having any better ideas, grabbed one of the monster's tail flukes and twisted it just enough to give it the idea that there was something back there.  The monster turned around with surprising speed for a creature its size, just in time to see Ron swimming away as fast as he could with all his bulky scuba gear on.

            Ron suddenly felt something pass through him.  It didn't hurt, exactly, but he now found himself unable to move.  As his momentum caused him to flip over, he saw that the monster was now headed straight towards him!  At that moment, he realized what had happened to him – it had stunned him with its sonar!

            The monster was quickly closing the gap between it and Ron.  Ron would've screamed, if he hadn't been underwater and was able to move.  Suddenly, something pink wrapped around the monster's mouth.  Ron recognized it as Kim's elastic constricting lipstick!  The monster turned to Kim, but being unable to open its mouth, it couldn't do much.  In fact, since it could no longer open its mouth, it also couldn't pump water over its gills, and began showing strange signs of asphyxiation.

            Just then, Killigan's golf ball submarine, with robotic claw attachments on the sides, came hurtling through the water.  Killigan, Señor Senior, Sr., and Señor Senior, Jr. were all visible inside the control room.  The claws reached out, grabbed the elastic lipstick, and pulled it off of the monster's mouth!  Then, Killigan spoke into a special underwater microphone.

            "Come on, Nessie.  Ye've got them right where ye want them, now finish them!"

            No way! Kim thought.  Duff Killigan…owns this thing?

            I could go into a detailed description of Nessie chasing Kim and Ron around, but I'm already pushing the limits of a G rating here, putting the characters in this kind of peril.  So let's skip ahead a ways…

            "Do you, Kim, take this man to be…"

            Whoops!  I went a little too far.  Heh, heh…just a second, let me rewind… All right, here we are!

            Kim and Ron began swimming in circles around the submarine, which started snatching at them.  Kim grabbed for her nearest gadget, which happened to be her grappling hook hairdryer.  One of the golf sub's claws accidentally grabbed Nessie by the pectoral fin.  At the same time, the other one grabbed the grappling hook.  A sudden thought came to Kim.  She aimed the hook down and fired.  The force threw the sub off balance, causing it to spin around.  Of course, it was holding a grappling hook, which was attached to a very long rope.  Before too long, both Killigan's sub and Nessie were completely wrapped up in the rope.

            "Well," Killigan said, as Señor Senior, Sr. and Señor Senior, Jr. involuntarily crushed him against the side of the sub, "this is inconvenient."

                        *                 *                 *

            "So, what did you tell Barkin?"

            It was the following day.  Kim and Ron had resumed their normal life, knowing that it was very likely to be interrupted again quite soon.  Duff Killigan, Señor Senior, Sr. and Señor Senior, Jr. had been taken into custody.  It was particularly embarrassing for the Seniors, as they had never been captured before.  Nessie was relocated to the same place as all of DNAmy's Cuddle Buddies.  Kim had returned the evil plots to Steve Verruckt, to whom she was now talking.

            "What else?  I told him the truth, except for the part about you knowing what we were up to.  I left that out."

            "How did he react?"

            "Well, first, there was some yelling, and some shouting about forming a club without his permission.  Our parents were mentioned multiple times, and we got hit in the face with a huge detention."

            "How about the others?  How did they react to this?"

            "The only reason I told Barkin the truth was because I had cleared it with them first."

            "But…why?  Why risk detention for all four of you, as well as having your club disbanded?"

            "Well, I saw what you were going through, being torn between keeping your promise to Barkin and not getting four guys who weren't doing anything wrong, other than forming a club behind his back, get in trouble.  So, I talked it over with the guys, and we agreed that we tell Barkin what we were up to, without letting on that you knew."

            "That's so sweet.  It's wrong, but in a sweet sort of way."  Kim then turned to leave.

            "Oh, and Kim?"

            "Yeah?"

            "Thanks."

            "No big.  I owed you one, after you secured that A+ for me in biology last year."

            "Oh, that was nothing.  Anybody could've made an animated diagram of the life cycle of a blood fluke."

            "Not me."

            "What?  I thought Kim Possible could do anything!"

            "Yeah, but when you described what a blood fluke is, I lost my interest in the idea right about when you said 'parasitic worm.'"

            There then followed a long, awkward period, in which neither of them said anything.  Finally, Kim said; "Well, I have to get to class."

            "Yeah.  Oh, and if Allen, Don, or Bob asks…this conversation never happened."

            "Right."

So, there you have it.  I hate to leave you all, (sniff!) but maybe I'll write more.  But first, I have to get over this disturbing bout of writer's block, and go to Puerto Rico for a week.  When I think of something, I'll write it.  Then again, who says that this particular story has to be over?  You just never know!