A/N: do I have to do this? *Sigh* FINE, I do not own Kim Possible.
Naomi reached into her pocket and turned her communicator on.
"Wade, Zane and Ron have been kidnapped!" Naomi said worriedly as she picked her bag up.
"Hey cool, you have a Kimmunicator too!" Kim said pointing to the device in Naomi's hands.
"No. Communicator, no Kim involved." Naomi said coldly opening the door and dashing down the stairs. Naomi stopped in a garage and tugged a back helmet on her head, she tossed a red one at Kim.
"I suppose you're going to want to come." Naomi said looking at Kim who indignantly put her helmet on.
"Naomi, Ron and Zane are in this old castle in the middle of nowhere, it's about eighty miles from where you are, I'm printing directions for you now." Wade said of the communicator.
"You're amazing Wade." Naomi smiled getting on her bike with Kim following shortly after.
"Hold onto your lunch girlie, this thing is gonna go way too fast for you." Naomi smirked pulling her visor down.
"Yeah, right." Kim muttered pulling her visor down as well.
"Mmm. whoa." Zane groaned opening his eyes, he looked around to see that he was in some kind of castle, and that he and Ron were tied to a pole in the middle of the room.
"Hey dude? You awake?" Ron hissed.
"Yeah." Zane replied and began to fidget.
"You know, that's really annoying." Ron said looking over his shoulder at Zane.
"Hah!" Zane grinned pulling a small black object out of his pocket, he pressed a button and a smooth steel blade slid out. He quickly cut the ropes tying him and Ron to the pole.
"Do you see this knife?" Zane asked holding it up for Ron to see.
"Uh, yes." Ron replied confused.
"No, no you don't. And because you do not see this knife means that you have no reason to tell Naomi or Wade that I carry a knife ok?" Zane grinned.
"Right, gotcha. So are we going to escape or what?" Ron asked getting up and brushing himself off. For some reason Zane was suddenly reminded of Naomi, he shook his head and focused.
"Not so fast you two." An evil laugh ordered them. Zane and Ron spun around to see Drakken standing at the door.
"DRAKKEN!" Ron squeaked.
"Hey, don't worry Ron. This is all planned, this way Naomi and Kim can talk and we get rescued and everyone's happy." Zane shrugged grinning.
"Not quite my dear son. You see, then once again that leaves your mother and I without our only son. And I, quite frankly can't allow that to happen." Drakken grinned evilly. Suddenly three ugly henchmen ran in and tied them back down to the pole. Drakken bent down and took Zane's knife off of him.
"I think I'll just keep this. You're really to young to be playing with knifes you know." He laughed and exited the room.
"Wow, you know I have to hand it to Drakken, he's a really good actor. But were these metal ropes really necessary?" Ron asked oblivious to the truth.
"Oookay. I kinda didn't plan that bit. We are now officially kidnapped." Zane sighed getting worried.
"Don't you think that's kinda creepy? You know, being kidnapped by your own parents?" Ron asked.
"Yes. But my parents are the definition of creepy." Zane agreed.
Naomi reached into her pocket and turned her communicator on.
"Wade, Zane and Ron have been kidnapped!" Naomi said worriedly as she picked her bag up.
"Hey cool, you have a Kimmunicator too!" Kim said pointing to the device in Naomi's hands.
"No. Communicator, no Kim involved." Naomi said coldly opening the door and dashing down the stairs. Naomi stopped in a garage and tugged a back helmet on her head, she tossed a red one at Kim.
"I suppose you're going to want to come." Naomi said looking at Kim who indignantly put her helmet on.
"Naomi, Ron and Zane are in this old castle in the middle of nowhere, it's about eighty miles from where you are, I'm printing directions for you now." Wade said of the communicator.
"You're amazing Wade." Naomi smiled getting on her bike with Kim following shortly after.
"Hold onto your lunch girlie, this thing is gonna go way too fast for you." Naomi smirked pulling her visor down.
"Yeah, right." Kim muttered pulling her visor down as well.
"Mmm. whoa." Zane groaned opening his eyes, he looked around to see that he was in some kind of castle, and that he and Ron were tied to a pole in the middle of the room.
"Hey dude? You awake?" Ron hissed.
"Yeah." Zane replied and began to fidget.
"You know, that's really annoying." Ron said looking over his shoulder at Zane.
"Hah!" Zane grinned pulling a small black object out of his pocket, he pressed a button and a smooth steel blade slid out. He quickly cut the ropes tying him and Ron to the pole.
"Do you see this knife?" Zane asked holding it up for Ron to see.
"Uh, yes." Ron replied confused.
"No, no you don't. And because you do not see this knife means that you have no reason to tell Naomi or Wade that I carry a knife ok?" Zane grinned.
"Right, gotcha. So are we going to escape or what?" Ron asked getting up and brushing himself off. For some reason Zane was suddenly reminded of Naomi, he shook his head and focused.
"Not so fast you two." An evil laugh ordered them. Zane and Ron spun around to see Drakken standing at the door.
"DRAKKEN!" Ron squeaked.
"Hey, don't worry Ron. This is all planned, this way Naomi and Kim can talk and we get rescued and everyone's happy." Zane shrugged grinning.
"Not quite my dear son. You see, then once again that leaves your mother and I without our only son. And I, quite frankly can't allow that to happen." Drakken grinned evilly. Suddenly three ugly henchmen ran in and tied them back down to the pole. Drakken bent down and took Zane's knife off of him.
"I think I'll just keep this. You're really to young to be playing with knifes you know." He laughed and exited the room.
"Wow, you know I have to hand it to Drakken, he's a really good actor. But were these metal ropes really necessary?" Ron asked oblivious to the truth.
"Oookay. I kinda didn't plan that bit. We are now officially kidnapped." Zane sighed getting worried.
"Don't you think that's kinda creepy? You know, being kidnapped by your own parents?" Ron asked.
"Yes. But my parents are the definition of creepy." Zane agreed.
