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The practice session was going about as well as could be expected. After helping Kim overcome her fears of blenders, ovens, and mixers, Ron had shown her how to crack open eggs without making a mess. Kim was doing fairly well, but when Ron decided to let her try to make pancakes, things quickly came apart.

"Gaaaaaa! Where's the fire extinguisher?" Kim leapt back as batter that had fallen on a burner ignited. The small fire posed no threat to Kim Possible, who put it out in seconds, but it shot her already weak confidence.

It can't be this hard. After all, Ron can do it…, Bad Kim! Ron's better then you at some things! But is cooking supposed to be this difficult?

"Ron, are you sure you want me to be your chief assistant? I know I'm on your team, but I'm sure someone else would be better for the number 2 slot."

"Oh, Kim. I don't need a great cook as my top assistant. I need someone I work well with, and there's nobody I work better with then you."

This remark earned the blond an appreciative smile. He continued, "besides, it's not like you can't handle machinery or dangerous chemicals. All you need is a little confidence, and you'll be better than Bonnie, any day."

"Thanks, Ron." She leaned over and gave him a kiss, which he gladly returned.

"You know, Kim, If we do that on the show, something like 10 million people will see it."

"That would be fun, wouldn't it , Mr. Stoppable?" Kim grinned, and Ron was about to call it a day when he remembered how much work remained to be done.

"I'd love to continue this, but we better get back to the cooking lessons."

With that, the two smiled and began again.

"Well, I guess it is rather unlikely that we'll need to make pancakes, anyway. Let's get away from the fire for awhile. How about makin' some ice cream?"

When he heard those words, Rufus stuck his head out of Ron's pocket. "Yum, ice cream!"

"Why not? As long as there's nothing to burn, I should be fine. But doesn't it take awhile?" Kim asked.

"Not on Iron Chef. I couldn't get a top of the line ice cream maker, so I liberated a cryogenic flash freezer from the chem department."

"You're kidding."

"Nope! Let's fire this baby up and see what she can do."

After a half an hour, the two partners were left with a number of assorted freeze burns, a mild case of frost bite, and some truly outstanding strawberry ice cream.

"Soooo, maybe stealing from the chem lab was a bad idea." Ron had his hand in a bowl of warm water, hoping it wasn't permanently damaged.

"It worked, didn't it? Besides, strawberry's my favorite flavor, and I made it myself!" Kim felt triumphant, as her first culinary success was quite tasty. Seeing this, Ron smiled.

"See? What I tell ya? All you needed was a little confidence. Let's work on something a little warmer."

For the rest of the afternoon, and into the night, the two worked on steaks, fish, pastries, pasta, and even nacos. When they finally parted to go to bed, Kim was radiant, even though she was dog-tired. As they reached her door, they kissed goodnight, and Ron said,

"I'm pleased to inform you that you look very cute when you're cooking."


The next day was the first practice session for the contestants. Having seen that they could cook, it was time to find out who, if any of them, could cook fast.

"OK, people, I have something simple planed for this afternoon. I'm gonna divide you up into two teams, give you 5 recipes, and see who can do what in 1 hour. I will be here to watch." Ron took considerable enjoyment in being in charge, and Kim was glad to see that he hadn't gone nuts with power.

"Kim, Andrew and Cathy will be team red, and Mary, Larry and Bonnie will be team blue. Today's menu will be Italian. I want Pasta Primavera, Fettuccine Alfredo, Calamari, Stuffed Mushrooms, and oh, some sort of dessert. On that one, see what you've got time for.

In the hectic hour that followed, every appliance in the kitchen Ron had commandeered from the home ec. department was pushed to it's limits as everyone rushed to reach the dead line. In the end, team Red had completed 4 dishes, while team Blue had managed all 5. Bonnie was unpleasantly smug as she presented for her team.

"Well, it looks like some of us may need a little more tutoring." She smiled. Kim's face grew red, while Ron couldn't help but worry.

"Ok, people, good work. I'll see everyone who can come tomorrow. By the end of the week, I'll chose which one of you will join us on the show."

"Which one? I thought you said two!" Cathy asked, rather surprised.

"Oh, yeah, well… I can take three assistants, but one is only back up." Ron answered.

When the others had left, Kim decided to voice her concerns.

"Bonnie can't go with us."

"I'd love to boot her, but she's not gonna mess up. You remember when she became cheer captain for a few weeks? Bon-Bon's not gonna let up until she's won."

"But she hates us!"

"I think hate is a bit to strong, but she does like to mess with us. I'll tell you what. She'll just be back up, if she makes it."

"Ok Ron. Oh no! What about our chem exam tomorrow?"

"Chemistry? Oh. Looks like we'll just have to study all night."


The week passed in much the same way, as the contestants studied by day and cooked in the afternoon. They had all met Ron's expectations, including Bonnie, who had even managed to keep from making her usual comments as she worked for a spot. Camaraderie formed, and it was with a heavy heart that Ron had to decide who would not be joining his team for the show.

"Friday! And that means one thing-judgment day. If I may wax philosophic for a moment, I'd just like to say that in one week, we formed almost as good a team as a kitchen crew that's had months together."

"Come on! Who's going?" Andrew had grown rather impatient. Ron glanced at him and smiled. Not you, for one.

"Ok, ok. As you know, I've already selected Kim. For the backup slot, I've chosen Bonnie Rockwiller." Bonnie was pleased, though not delighted. At least she would still have a chance. "And I've selected, " Rufus began a drum roll, "Mary Thomson!" High fives were exchanged, along with a few 'way to go's.

"I'm not finished. As I said, I can only take 2 assistants. But, if you want to, I'll pay for all of us to go, since I can have as large a cheering section as I want."

The whole group cheered, and Ron gave a resounding "Boo-yah!"


At that moment, in a shelter in central Nevada, Dr. Drakken was pacing in his lair.

"Hey, Dr D! What are you thinking about? You've been pacing like that all day." Shego asked, irritated that his shadow kept moving over the magazine she was reading.

"As you know, I've had to make some cut backs after the 'Diablos' disaster, but I was just thinking that it's time for another evil company outing." Drakken replied.

"Not another picnic with moma Lipsky." Shego remembered how Drakken's mother kept asking very uncomfortable questions.

"No, nothing like that. I was thinking we should go to Las Vegas. That resort where we fought Dementor over the Pan Dimensional Vortex Inducer was nice."

"Vegas? Count me in." Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

Looks like there might be some action in this one, after all! Thank you,all who voted, and a special thank you to William Raymer, who is now colaberating with me, and will write most, if not all of chapter 3. And remember-

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