Chapter 3
Rehearsals
But it was the same when Ron woke up the next morning, as he was wiping the sleep out of his eyes, and settling in with his morning cup of coffee, a knock came at the front door, he nearly passed out when he saw who it was,
"Monkey Fist!?" Ron said, shocked to find his arch-foe at the front door of his house,
"Of course it's me, but for the next few weeks, I'm Lord Monty Fiske, not Monkey Fist," Monkey Fist said, then looking at Ron, he asked, "may a stranger enter?"
"What? Oh yeah, c'mon in." Ron said, stepping away from the door to allow the monkey master into the house,
"Before we go any further, is there anything I need to be made aware of?" Monkey Fist asked,
"Yeah, my dad has severe allergies to fur of all kinds." Ron said, looking at Monkey Fists' hands, then, to his feet, both of which, were covered in monkey fur,
"Don't worry," Monkey Fist said, almost reading Ron's mind, "I'll keep them covered."
"How's the accommodations at Middleton Lodge?" Ron asked, almost afraid of what the answer might be,
"Spartan, but manageable." Monkey Fist said, looking at his blond foe, and smiling,
"I take it. The room's a little too small?" Ron asked,
"Oh, no, the room is fine," Monkey Fist said, "they just have me right next door to Duff Killigan, who seems to have a knack for playing bagpipes until two in the morning."
"And he kept you awake for most of the night." Ron said, offering Monkey Fist a cup of coffee,
"Yes." Monkey Fist said, taking the cup Ron offered, then, turning to Ron, he continued, "Why in the name of heaven above, did you pick him to be in your wedding party?"
"I was running out of time, and I needed to fill the attendants, Kim was having a little trouble too." Ron elaborated,
"How much trouble?" the monkey master asked,
"Well, let me put it to you this way," Ron said, "she chose Shego as her Maid of Honor."
"You've got to be yanking my chain!" Monkey Fist said, a surprised look on his face, Ron simply shook his head,
"I thought those two didn't like each other." Monkey Fist said, taking a sip of coffee from his cup, which was now sitting on the kitchen table, where Ron had led him,
"Well, they put their differences aside for the wedding." Ron said,
"Kind of like us," Monkey Fist said, "I've decided to put aside my differences with you, just for this occasion, and here I am, waiting for the rehearsal."
"Yeah," Ron said, a slight laugh to his voice, "kinda funny, isn't it, how a wedding can make the worst of enemies, the best of friends."
"Quite," Monkey Fist said, he too, had a slight laugh in his voice, "by the way, I never asked, who else is in the wedding party?"
"Well, let's see," Ron said, remembering the list of attendants, "as Best Man, Dr. Drakken, and of course, you, and Duff Killigan, as Groomsmen, and on Kim's side, Shego is the Maid of Honor, and Bonnie Rockwaller, and Tara King as Bridesmaids."
"Interesting combination," Monkey Fist said, raising an eyebrow, "if I'm right on this, Kim doesn't exactly like Miss Rockwaller, and Miss King had a huge fire for you back in your High School days, isn't that right?"
"Yeah. Something like that." Ron replied, looking at Monkey Fist, who was smiling slightly, he, like Ron, had realized that there might not be a wedding, not with the attendants wanting to kill each other,
"Sounds like we'll have to be on our best behavior." Monkey Fist said, trying hard to stifle a laugh,
"I guess." Ron replied.
Everything was going great between the two foes, until Ron's mother walked into the scene,
"WHAT'S THIS!?" she shouted, causing Monkey Fist to jump off his chair, and into a battle stance,
"Easy, mom, just having a cup of coffee with one of my Groomsmen." Ron said,
"But, Ron, that's your arch-foe." Mrs. Stoppable said, looking at Ron as though he had lost his mind,
"So." Ron said, looking at his mother with a hard gaze, "I asked him, and he agreed, so, for the next few weeks, it's as though we're friends, and right now, two friends are having a cup of coffee, and enjoying each other's company."
"I'm sorry if I startled you, Mrs. Stoppable, but we've not been properly introduced, I'm Lord Monty Fiske, pleased to meet you." Monkey Fist said, taking Mrs. Stoppable's hand, and kissing the back of it, like a gentleman,
"I'm honored, Lord Fiske." Mrs. Stoppable said, turning a shade of crimson that Ron never thought possible,
"Monty, you old smoothie." Ron said, cutting between the two,
"I am, that which I am, I've always had a thing with the ladies, maybe I should give you some pointers, Ron." Monkey Fist said, causing both him, and Ron to burst out laughing.
Meanwhile, at the Possible home:
Kim had just awakened, when there was a knock on the door, when she went to answer it, she was surprised to find Shego there,
"I thought that you were going to a motel, or something." Kim said,
"Is that any way to greet your Maid of Honor," Shego said, raising an eyebrow, "or, am I going to have to stand here all day?"
"Oh, sorry, c'min." Kim said, stepping out of Shego's way,
"So, how was the ride?" Kim asked when she, and Shego were settled in the kitchen, both with a cup of coffee in front of them,
"Not bad, I wanted to kill Drakken for the first half of the ride, but after that, everything went okay." Shego said,
"What happened on the second half of the ride?" Kim asked, raising an eyebrow,
"He fell asleep," Shego said, "get him on a long car ride, and he's just like an overgrown baby, falls asleep after saying, 'are we there yet,' about half a dozen times."
"Sounds almost as bad as Ron." Kim said, now shaking with suppressed laughter, when the two looked at each other, they could no longer hold their contained laughter, both let lose with a scream of mirth that echoed off the walls,
"Isn't that just like us," Shego said, wiping the tears of laughter from her eyes, "we would pick the two men that fall asleep on long car rides?"
"Tell me about it." Kim replied, the laughter still evident in her voice.
Mrs. Dr. Possible walked into the kitchen to find out what all the noise was about, when she saw Shego, sitting at her kitchen table, she let out a loud gasp, and ran into the kitchen,
"What are you doing here?!" she asked the raven haired vixen,
"Uh-oh, busted, I think we'd better tell her the truth, Kimmie." Shego said, looking over at Kim, who had a frozen expression on her face,
"The truth about what?" Mrs. Possible asked,
"Uh . . . Shego's my Maid of Honor." Kim said, making Mrs. Possible jump back,
"Oh, Kimmie, you didn't." Mrs. Possible said,
"Yeah, I did." Kim replied,
"Why?" Mrs. Possible asked,
"I wasn't left with much of a choice," Kim said, "Monique turned it down, and I wasn't about to let Bonnie Rockwaller do it."
"I understand that, Kimmie, but Shego?" Mrs. Possible asked, a hint of surprise in her voice,
"You're gonna flip when I tell you who the Best Man is." Kim said,
"Who?" Mrs. Possible asked, not daring to want to know the answer, she got it anyway,
"Drakken." Kim said,
"Oh, this is going to be interesting." Mrs. Possible said, now taking a cup from the cupboard, and pouring out some coffee,
"You got that right." Shego said, now getting up from her chair, and allowing Mrs. Possible to sit down at the end of the table.
The rehearsals were to be held later in the afternoon, and Kim and Ron were getting a little nervous, they were at the church, waiting for the rest of the party, and their parents to arrive,
"Do you think they'll back out now?" Kim asked,
"Well, Monkey Fist paid a little visit to my house a couple of days ago, and told me that he would be there, no matter what." Ron said,
"Yeah, Shego made a house call on me, telling me that wild horses couldn't drag her away from this." Kim said, looking at Ron, when the door of the chapel banged open, and Shego and Drakken came in,
"Sorry we're late," Drakken said, breathing heavy, "got held up in traffic."
"Yeah, and if you touch the wheel while I'm driving again, you're gonna find the other side of the car." Shego said, now looking daggers at Drakken.
Both of the evil partners weren't wearing their normal clothes, Drakken was in a white shirt, and black trousers, he was wearing a pair of black loafers, and a pair of round rimmed glasses, Shego was dressed just as contemporary, wearing a mint green blouse, and a black skirt, on her feet, were green pumps.
The door burst open again, and in walked Duff Killigan, and Monkey Fist, the latter of which, was out of his normal dress, Monkey Fist was wearing a black suit, with a white shirt, and black tie, on his hands, were black gloves, and on his feet, were black dress shoes, Killigan was wearing his usual purple shirt, and tartan kilt,
"Did we make it on time?" KIlligan asked,
"You're early." Kim stated, pointing up at the clock, the time for the rehearsals was at noon, it was now 11:30,
"Half an hour to spare, I'd say we made good time." Monkey Fist said, now sitting down in a pew close to Ron, who smiled.
The next to arrive were Kim's parents, followed by Ron's parents, Bonnie, and finally, Tara,
"Now that we're all here, let's get this party started." Ron said, looking at everyone in the room.
As the rehearsals wore on, many of the people in the room were growing tired, and Mrs. Stoppable, among them, were getting a little flustered, as the pastor came to the announcement of anyone showing why Kim and Ron shouldn't be married, she grumbled,
"I disapprove."
Shego was the first to rise,
"I take that as a challenge," Shego said, walking to Mrs. Stoppable, and pulling her out of her seat, "time for you and me to have a little heart-to-heart talk."
"Shego, what are you doing?!" Ron said, moving toward the pastor's office, where Shego was pulling Ron's mother, until a blue hand came down onto his shoulder,
"Easy, Stoppable, put the brakes on," Drakken said, "Shego thought your mother might cause some kind of trouble, and had a plan for this, she would take your mom to the pastor's office, and talk to her, nothing more, don't worry about it, they'll be fine."
In the pastor's office, Mrs. Stoppable sat, while Shego was pacing the floor like an angry bear,
"Can you understand why I'm mad?" Shego asked through tightly clenched teeth, looking over at her audience, Mrs. Stoppable shook her head,
"Because of one reason," Shego continued, "this is supposed to be about the union of two people who love each other, and care more for the other, than they do themselves, and yet, here's the mother of the Groom, not wanting to let go of her pride, and allow her son to be happy."
"I didn't . . . I never said . . ." Mrs. Stoppable spluttered, not meeting Shego's ice cold stare,
"Are you finished, because I'm not." Shego said, her voice still burning with anger, when Mrs. Stoppable fell silent, she continued,
"I don't exactly consider myself a big fan of your son, or his fiancee, but I'm woman enough to stand up, and say, 'I approve of this, and I'll stand by you 100,' and I can tell you that Lord Fiske is definitely not on your son's Christmas Card list, but here he is, standing in the wedding party, and letting go of his hatred of your son long enough to give the newlyweds a chance to be happy, and enjoy their honeymoon, in fact, none of the wedding party is a huge fan of the couple-to-be, but they've put aside their differences, and back this marriage with everything that they are, and the only dissenting vote comes from the mother of the Groom."
Shego was on a roll, and nothing was about to stop her now,
"Ron has already cut the apron strings, don't you think it's time to let go, he's not going to be your little boy forever."
"Maybe, you're right," Mrs. Stoppable said, looking up at Shego, "I've blinded myself to the fact that Ron is grown up now, I can't make his decisions for him anymore. I'll try, but it won't be easy."
"I'm not asking you to do it," Shego said, "I'm asking you to try, at least, but just be happy for Ron, if not, for anyone else."
Form that point on, the rehearsals went off without a hitch.
A/N: Well, that's chapter 4, next up, the Bachelor Party, Drakken, and Monkey Fist get Ron drunk. This is going to be a hoot, so stick around.