Hello boys and girls it's me for the very last time. I hope you liked the last chapter because that was it, here's the epilogue. Now before I get on to the rest of the story I have some stuff to say. Ok, I need a new editor because, sadly, Ace Lannigan cannot edit my next story. Speaking of my next story it's going to be a one shot Teen Titans story called "1602". Now before I go I would like to thank Ace Lannigan, for editing the last dozen chapters. And, to all of the people who reviewed…Thank you.

So until next time, goodbye boys and girls.

Epilogue

A twenty-three year old Kim Possible walked to the mailbox outside her house, getting the new mail. She looked through it as she went back inside. A lot of things had changed in five years and one of those things was running right at her.

"Mommy, Mommy." Shouted Kim's three year old daughter Gracie Possible. "Uncy Jim and Uncy Tim tried to experiment on me again."

Kim picked up her daughter and after yelling at her bothers she took her to the kitchen were she began to make lunch and open her mail.

Kim still lived with her parents, having had to give up on college because of Gracie. Gracie looked just like a small version of her mother although she had her father's eyes, something that Kim hated. Gracie's father was Josh Mankey. But, because he ran out on her before Gracie was born and she hadn't heard from him since; she didn't see any reason why she should give her child his last name. Besides, Ron was right, it did sound too much like monkey.

Most of the mail was for her parents but there was one letter addressed to her. There was no return address, just a name, and the name on it was Ken and Ann Elbappots. After spending a few minutes trying to pronounce the last name she opened the envelope. Inside there was a note that read.

To: Kim

Hey Kim in case you didn't guess it's me Ron. Sorry about the fake name but me and Shego are still wanted in America. Sorry it took us so long to write but we've been busy with Donald and our new lives. Speaking of guess what? We went legit. That's right no more crime for us. In fact we're private eyes now and living a pretty good life. I can't tell you where for legal reasons, sorry. Don't worry about Donald he's now a happy little five year old. He just figured out how to use his light powers and trust me, it is hard to catch a five year old when he's moving at light speed…especially when you're in a wheelchair. Anyway, I think you should go to Bueno Nacho there's something there for you.

From: Ron & Shego Stoppable

"Jim, Tim." Kim called her bothers after finishing the note.

"Yeah Kim?" Jim asked as he and Tim came into the kitchen. They looked about the same only much older.

"Mommy's going to go out for a bit. Uncle Tim and Jim are going to stay with you, ok?" Kim said to Gracie.

"Ok Mommy." Gracie said in her cute little girl voice.

"If she has gills when I come back, I'll have your heads." Kim said to her brothers before heading out the door.

Kim walked to Bueno Nacho or at least what was Bueno Nacho. Two years ago Bueno Nacho changed its name to The Burger Kingdom, and after a lawsuit from Burger King they changed it again, to Hungry Joe's Burgers. Even though the legal owner of the restaurant's name was Juan.

Kim made it to the restaurant and waked to the main desk where a greasy haired teenager greeted her, "Hello. Welcome to Hungry Joe's, how can I help you."

"Um is there something here for me?" Kim asked, "My name is Kim Possible."

"Oh, yes there is." The kid said getting out an envelope. "You see when we became a burger joint the only things we kept from the old menu were nachos and the Naco. A couple of years ago the inventor of the Naco turned out to be that Silver guy, I think you knew him, Ron Stoppable. Anyway, he said if anything happened to him the rights to the Naco were to go to you." He handed the envelope to Kim. "So here you go."

Kim opened it and what was on the inside shocked her. "This is all for me?"

"Yep." Said the teenager.

Inside was a cheek for two billon, forty thousand, eight hundred forty-three dollars and fifty cents.

"You want fries with that?"

The End