Snoopy

"Wade can you get me an audio feed from inside Bueno Nacho?" Kim had begun to head for Bueno Nacho from Ron's house already, cutting through side yards to make better time.

"Why do you need that?" Wade asked, wondering what could be going on inside Bueno Nacho that would be so urgent.

"Ron and Tara are sitting…in our booth…together." Kim said with a huff as she ran across a vacant lot, "and I…want to know…what they're…talking about."

"Are you sure it's any of your business?" Wade asked, taking a sip of soda.

"Just do it." Kim told him as she jumped over a fence.

Wade tapped out a few commands on his keyboard and managed to pull audio from a microphone at the counter. "Let me try to augment it and take out some of the background noise for you." He tapped a few more keys and slid the mouse around, clicking it twice. "Here you go Kim."

Kim stopped running and instead pressed her ear against the tiny speaker, listening intently to the faint voices.

"…need…sugar…someone…" It was Ron's voice.

"…much…a…bit?" Kim heard Tara ask.

"Wade can you up the volume a bit? I can barely hear them." Wade adjusted the volume higher for her. "Much better Wade thanks." Kim said, not pulling her ear from the speaker.

"How much of that Trig homework have you gotten done? Because I'm stuck on problem 17." Tara asked.

"I haven't even star…" Ron started to say casually, and then exclaimed, "…8:30?" The slight feedback from the extra emphasis in his voice caused Kim to wince a little. Unfortunately, by having her ear pressed to the speaker, Kim couldn't see a customer walking up to the microphone.

"I'LL TAKE, UH, AN EL GORDO STEAK AND PORK…"

A horrendously loud feedback sounded directly into her ear. Kim jerked her head back quickly and held the Kimmunicator out away from her. She stuck her finger in her ear and jiggled it around a bit while shaking her head from side to side. "Thanks a lot for not mentioning something like that might happen, Wade."

"Oops." Wade's image popped back onto the screen. "Sorry Kim."

Kim's finger remained jiggling about in her ear while she looked back to the video feed, Ron and Tara were gone. "Where'd they go?" She asked.

Beetle-Mania

"Thanks for giving me a ride back to my house Tara." Ron said as the windshield of her car began to show the first smattering drops of rain.

"It's no big." She said as she turned the car off of Lexington Parkway onto Friedle Avenue.

'Aww how cute, she sounds just like KP.' The little voice cooed.
'Shut up.'

"Could I use your cell to call Kim?" Ron asked politely.

"Sure." Tara let her fingertips touch onto his palm as she handed him her phone, "Here you go."

"Thanks." Ron opened the phone, dialed Kim's number, and waited for an answer. When Mr. Possible answered he said. "Hi Mr. P. Is Kim there?"

"Hello Ronald." He answered, letting him know. "No, isn't she at your house?"

"Oh, Yeah, ah, about that Mr. P. I, ah, kinda forgot…about her coming over tonight and, ah, went out. I'm on my way back home now though. So, if she shows up there…will you let her know that I called?"

"Will do, Ronald." Mr. P hung up the phone and dialed a new number. Wade's number.

Grounded

"Wade are you tracking him? Where's he headed?" Kim asked as she jogged down the empty sidewalk.

"It looks like they're heading for…" Wade was interrupted by the ringing of his phone, "Just a sec." He reached over and answered it. "Hello? Yes, I'll patch you through."

"Kim, it's for you…your dad." Wade said as he transferred the call

"Kimberly Anne Possible." Her father's stern voice came over the Kimmunicator.

"Daddy, hi." Kim stopped dead in her tracks when she answered; hearing her dad use her full name meant one thing, and one thing only, she was in trouble. "What can I do for you?"

"Get home this instant." He told her, reminding her that, "You're grounded remember?"

"But I..." Kim tried to explain the sitch.

"Now! Kimberly…" He wasn't going to listen to her excuses, "Unless you want another week added on."

"I'm on my way dad." She sighed defeatedly and started toward home, silently cursing Ron's name under her breath as it began to rain.

Homework

"Thanks again for the ride home Tara." Ron said as he stepped from the car.

"It was no problem Ron, tell Kim I'm sorry about making you miss your date." She said to him as she leaned across the now empty passenger seat.

Ron blushed a bit when he told her, "It wasn't a date, we were just going to do homework."

Tara smiled as she sat back into her seat and said. "I'll see you at school Monday." Ron closed the door and stepped back. She gave a little wave as she backed out of his driveway. Ron reciprocated with a wave and a smile of his own. He stood watching her drive away for a few seconds before he turned and headed up the walk to his house.

Ron opened the door and stepped in; his parents weren't back yet so he headed up to his room. He'd try calling Kim one more time to apologize and ask her for help before trying his hand at doing homework alone. He picked up his phone and hit the redial button.

"Is Kim there?" It was once again Mr. Possible that answered his call.

"Yes she is Ronald."

"Can I talk to her?" Ron asked as he sat into the chair in front of his desk.

"No. She's grounded and you know the rules…no dates no boys."

"But Mr. P it's me. It's Ron." Mr. Possible had never once before included Ron in the 'boys' category.

"Talk to her Monday at school Ronald." With that Mr. P hung up on him. Ron's phone slipped from his hand, bounced off his knee and landed with a thud at his feet.

"Man…I am so dead, I'll never be able to get this homework done." Ron flipped open his Trig book and started in on the first of the assigned problems. It took him just over fifteen minutes to finish and there were twenty more to go. "At this rate I won't be done until," He did some quick figuring on his fingers, "Four in the morning?"

"Uh uh, two." Rufus squeaked.

"Are you sure buddy?"

"Yep." Rufus answered.

Ron dropped his head against the desk, if he couldn't even do simple math what chance did he have of ever figuring out Trig? Ron knew he needed help…but who else could he ask? Thinking, thinking…'Wade? No, not after last time. Monique? No, she doesn't take Trig. Hmm…' He snapped his fingers, "I know who I can call." He picked up his phone and grabbed the copy of the Cheer Squad Routines book that Kim had given him when Drakken's brain-switch machine switched his mind into her body.

'And what a body.' The little voice noted.
'Shut up.'

He flipped through the pages until he found the phone number he needed. He dialed and waited.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Tara? It's Ron…"