Kim wandered down the hall, feeling unnecessarily creeped out by the long shadows cast by the occasional lamp or candle. "Ron?" she called. "Ron! It's time to go!"

Silence. Kim felt a little uneasy. She had thought Ron would have wanted to leave as much as she did now. Professor Googenheim was nice, but really...really kinda creepy.

"Ron?" she called again. "Hi, Kimmie!" Kim jumped as a shadow dropped down from the ceiling. "You've been following me around school!" Kim recognized her. "What do you want? Oh, and by the way-give back the stuff you stole!"

The shadow laughed. "Oh, Kimmie, Kimmie, Kimmie...you always were so amusing. But now...well, it's my turn to laugh."

The shadow leaped up into the air, and Kim fell into a defense position as she prepared to battle it out with the mysterious person. But she was too late. The shadow took her down, and rolled her onto the floor, pinning her arms down.

"Kim, you've gotten weak," the shadow said, a bit surprised. Kim frowned. That voice... "Do I know you?" she asked. The shadow seemed to smile. "Oh, yeah, Kim. You could say we're...pals."

"Oh. Well then, you won't mind if I beat you!" Kim flung her legs up, and brought the shadow to her knees. She leapt up, and went again into her defense position.

"What did you do with Ron?" she asked through gritted teeth. "The buffoon?" the shadow laughed again, her voice cracking slightly. "Oh, I only transported him to the other side of the museum. Nothing serious."

Then, before Kim realized what the shadow was doing, a priceless artifact was smashed over her head, and she dropped unconscious to the floor. The blonde shadow flipped open her cell-phone and dialed.

"I got her," she smiled. "All righty then. Kim Possible meets her doom very soon. Gotcha, Professor G."

She brought out some rope, and smiled gleefully as she tied up her helpless victim. Now, Kim Possible would pay for all the humiliating defeats she had handed her during the years.

Oh, yes. Kim Possible would pay.