Ron grinned as he wolfed down the last bits of a grande size Naco in a booth at Bueno Nacho. Beside him, Rufus ate his way through a tray of nachos, steaming with hot cheese. The teenage boy picked up another Naco on the table, and began to raise it to his mouth.
"Ron!" the Naco called in a high voice, a small mouth forming in the pita shell. With a short gasp, Ron dropped the Naco back onto the table as if it were a hot coal. He stared at it incredously for a few seconds. "RON!" the Naco yelled sharply. Funny, he could have sworn he knew that voice.
Ron edged away from the now-quiet Naco. He laughed nervously, "Ok, my mother taught me never to eat talking food."
But the familiar voice shrilled incessantly, "Ron! WAKE UP!"
Ron woke up with a start. For a brief moment, he wondered where his bedroom had gone, but then the memories of the past day came flooding back to him. Kim stood in front of him, arms crossed. She told him, "They're already looking for the Kimmunicator!"
"Who?" her sidekick said stupidly, rubbing the sand out of his eyes.
"What do you mean WHO, Drakken and Shego!" Kim shifted her weight from foot to foot impatiently as Ron slowly got up. "Come on!" She grabbed his wrist and pulled him off towards the sandy area around the edges of the island, where the sand was soaked brown and muddy because of the crashing waves from the previous night's storm. Kim caught the faint splash of someone diving into the ocean.
Drakken stared out at the rocky coral where the Kimmunicator had last been seen, wearing his usual scowl. After several minutes, he glared at his watch. There was another splash as Shego surfaced and climbed out of the water. "Well there's good news, and bad news." she informed him as she wrung out her hair.
"What's the good news?" he growled impatiently.
"The thing Kim Possible's always carrying around is wedged in the bottom of the rocks."
This didn't sound particularly good to him. "Then what's the bad news?!?!?!?"
"The bad news is that the rocks are full of these little fish who seem to think human flesh is snack food."
He stopped to consider for a moment, then demanded, "Why would there be piranhas in the Atlantic Ocean?"
His assistant shook her head. "Not piranhas. Little silver fish." As she pulled out a comb from her leg pouch and began to vigorously pull it through her hair, Drakken stomped his foot and turned back towards the woods, muttering curses at the impossible situation. Shego started to follow, then heard Kim Possible's goofy sidekick telling her about his latest dream, launching into a long description of a talking taco or something like that. Shego reconsidered, and instead climbed up a tree into the canopy. She didn't want to miss the show.
As Kim and Ron swam out to the coral, using the front crawl, Ron said, "I have a baaad feeling about this, KP."
She rolled her eyes. "What is it now?"
"Well, everytime there's some big adventure involving water there's usually something IN the water that wants to DEVOUR OUR FLESH!!!" he exclaimed dramatically.
They were now floating about the rocks. "Oh please, so not the drama." Kim replied, and then they both dove down into the water. But before they'd gotten down far, both of them spotted the swarm of silver blurs coming towards them out of the rocks. Both agents surfaced out of confusion.
Ron started to say, "Ok, those really weren't what I had in mind. I was thinking sharks, or piranhas, or giant-" but Kim clapped her hand over his mouth.
"This really isn't the time, ok?" she hissed. "Let's go back down." With a shrug from Ron, they both surface-dived back into the water.
The little silver blurs were much closer now, so that Kim and Ron could see that they were streamlined, silver fish, each about a foot long. But their particularly noticeable feature was that each fish had a row of jagged, pointy teeth. Not the kind of teeth you see on a fish who lives on seaweed.
Kim swam forward, slapping away the fish...fishes...ok I'm going with fishes this time, it sounds better...fishes that ripped at her gloves with her . She got past the school of fish with only a few small rips in her sleeves, but the swarm then focused it's efforts on Ron. She swam back and yanked him out of the way just as they shot forward. He gave her a grateful thumbs-up as they swam into the cavern of rocks.
Swimming around large rocks jutting out of the oean floor and out of the enormous top slab of stone that was like a ceiling, Kim spotted a glint of metal off to the side and swam towards it, Ron following. A huge sheet of rock rose up from the ground, blocking their way. Kim yanked out her hairdryer-grappling hook and snagged the edge of the wall. She handed the hairdryer to Ron, who went as far right as possible and pulled, teeth clenched with effort. The rock trembled as if resisting, then slid just far enough to the right for Kim to slip through.
After a few yards, she came to a humongous boulder. A small, mail slot-size rectangular hole lay between the rock and the rock ceiling, just enough space for the Kimmunicator to slip through. She peered through the space, and saw her device laying a couple feet behind the boulder. The agent reached through the hole with her hand, but she couldn't get near the Kimmunicator.
By now, taking a breath was starting to seem like a very good idea. She swam back to Ron quickly, and shook her head. He pressed the button that yanked the grappling hook back into the hairdryer, and handed it to Kim, who returned it to her backpack as the rock barrier blocked the way to the Kimmunicator once more. They raced for the surface (the strange fish from before were nowhere to be seen), and gasped for breath as they broke through the barrier between sea and sky.
"So," Ron managed to gasp out, shoulders heaving as they both gulped air greedily. "No luck?"
She shook her head. "There's a big boulder blocking the passage. No way to move it, if we try we might crush the Kimmunicator."
Ron muttered, "Too bad we don't have a welding torch so we could just melt the thing instead."
This whimsical idea gave Kim a plan that might actually work. "Or a...human welding torch."
Her sidekick turned to her with a confused expression. Then his eyes went wide as he understood. "No..."
She nodded, emerald eyes narrowed. "Oh yeah."
Author's Note: Sorry if I kept you waiting, I was stumped for the words to write out this chapter until today. I'm still trying to figure out what's going to happen next in Chapter 6, but I'll figure out something, so keep a look out.
Random KP Quote Of The Day (I love the fish quotes):
Drakken: Step 3: CONQUER CANADA!...What now?
Shego: I'm wondering about the fish.
Drakken: What?
Shego: Yeah, the fish, the fish in the water that we're taking out of the lake, what happens to them?
Drakken: They...da...uh...they go somewhere, that's not important! What matters is that my weather machine is working, and soon...O Drakanada!
Shego: It matters if you're a fish.
"Ron!" the Naco called in a high voice, a small mouth forming in the pita shell. With a short gasp, Ron dropped the Naco back onto the table as if it were a hot coal. He stared at it incredously for a few seconds. "RON!" the Naco yelled sharply. Funny, he could have sworn he knew that voice.
Ron edged away from the now-quiet Naco. He laughed nervously, "Ok, my mother taught me never to eat talking food."
But the familiar voice shrilled incessantly, "Ron! WAKE UP!"
Ron woke up with a start. For a brief moment, he wondered where his bedroom had gone, but then the memories of the past day came flooding back to him. Kim stood in front of him, arms crossed. She told him, "They're already looking for the Kimmunicator!"
"Who?" her sidekick said stupidly, rubbing the sand out of his eyes.
"What do you mean WHO, Drakken and Shego!" Kim shifted her weight from foot to foot impatiently as Ron slowly got up. "Come on!" She grabbed his wrist and pulled him off towards the sandy area around the edges of the island, where the sand was soaked brown and muddy because of the crashing waves from the previous night's storm. Kim caught the faint splash of someone diving into the ocean.
Drakken stared out at the rocky coral where the Kimmunicator had last been seen, wearing his usual scowl. After several minutes, he glared at his watch. There was another splash as Shego surfaced and climbed out of the water. "Well there's good news, and bad news." she informed him as she wrung out her hair.
"What's the good news?" he growled impatiently.
"The thing Kim Possible's always carrying around is wedged in the bottom of the rocks."
This didn't sound particularly good to him. "Then what's the bad news?!?!?!?"
"The bad news is that the rocks are full of these little fish who seem to think human flesh is snack food."
He stopped to consider for a moment, then demanded, "Why would there be piranhas in the Atlantic Ocean?"
His assistant shook her head. "Not piranhas. Little silver fish." As she pulled out a comb from her leg pouch and began to vigorously pull it through her hair, Drakken stomped his foot and turned back towards the woods, muttering curses at the impossible situation. Shego started to follow, then heard Kim Possible's goofy sidekick telling her about his latest dream, launching into a long description of a talking taco or something like that. Shego reconsidered, and instead climbed up a tree into the canopy. She didn't want to miss the show.
As Kim and Ron swam out to the coral, using the front crawl, Ron said, "I have a baaad feeling about this, KP."
She rolled her eyes. "What is it now?"
"Well, everytime there's some big adventure involving water there's usually something IN the water that wants to DEVOUR OUR FLESH!!!" he exclaimed dramatically.
They were now floating about the rocks. "Oh please, so not the drama." Kim replied, and then they both dove down into the water. But before they'd gotten down far, both of them spotted the swarm of silver blurs coming towards them out of the rocks. Both agents surfaced out of confusion.
Ron started to say, "Ok, those really weren't what I had in mind. I was thinking sharks, or piranhas, or giant-" but Kim clapped her hand over his mouth.
"This really isn't the time, ok?" she hissed. "Let's go back down." With a shrug from Ron, they both surface-dived back into the water.
The little silver blurs were much closer now, so that Kim and Ron could see that they were streamlined, silver fish, each about a foot long. But their particularly noticeable feature was that each fish had a row of jagged, pointy teeth. Not the kind of teeth you see on a fish who lives on seaweed.
Kim swam forward, slapping away the fish...fishes...ok I'm going with fishes this time, it sounds better...fishes that ripped at her gloves with her . She got past the school of fish with only a few small rips in her sleeves, but the swarm then focused it's efforts on Ron. She swam back and yanked him out of the way just as they shot forward. He gave her a grateful thumbs-up as they swam into the cavern of rocks.
Swimming around large rocks jutting out of the oean floor and out of the enormous top slab of stone that was like a ceiling, Kim spotted a glint of metal off to the side and swam towards it, Ron following. A huge sheet of rock rose up from the ground, blocking their way. Kim yanked out her hairdryer-grappling hook and snagged the edge of the wall. She handed the hairdryer to Ron, who went as far right as possible and pulled, teeth clenched with effort. The rock trembled as if resisting, then slid just far enough to the right for Kim to slip through.
After a few yards, she came to a humongous boulder. A small, mail slot-size rectangular hole lay between the rock and the rock ceiling, just enough space for the Kimmunicator to slip through. She peered through the space, and saw her device laying a couple feet behind the boulder. The agent reached through the hole with her hand, but she couldn't get near the Kimmunicator.
By now, taking a breath was starting to seem like a very good idea. She swam back to Ron quickly, and shook her head. He pressed the button that yanked the grappling hook back into the hairdryer, and handed it to Kim, who returned it to her backpack as the rock barrier blocked the way to the Kimmunicator once more. They raced for the surface (the strange fish from before were nowhere to be seen), and gasped for breath as they broke through the barrier between sea and sky.
"So," Ron managed to gasp out, shoulders heaving as they both gulped air greedily. "No luck?"
She shook her head. "There's a big boulder blocking the passage. No way to move it, if we try we might crush the Kimmunicator."
Ron muttered, "Too bad we don't have a welding torch so we could just melt the thing instead."
This whimsical idea gave Kim a plan that might actually work. "Or a...human welding torch."
Her sidekick turned to her with a confused expression. Then his eyes went wide as he understood. "No..."
She nodded, emerald eyes narrowed. "Oh yeah."
Author's Note: Sorry if I kept you waiting, I was stumped for the words to write out this chapter until today. I'm still trying to figure out what's going to happen next in Chapter 6, but I'll figure out something, so keep a look out.
Random KP Quote Of The Day (I love the fish quotes):
Drakken: Step 3: CONQUER CANADA!...What now?
Shego: I'm wondering about the fish.
Drakken: What?
Shego: Yeah, the fish, the fish in the water that we're taking out of the lake, what happens to them?
Drakken: They...da...uh...they go somewhere, that's not important! What matters is that my weather machine is working, and soon...O Drakanada!
Shego: It matters if you're a fish.