Spoiler Disclaimer: Events, dialogue, and situations surrounding the episode "Monkey Ninjas in Space" (1-19) are referenced and revisited here, albeit modified in the context of the parallel timeline.
"There is no need for alarm," Monkey Fist commented, his conversational tone a sharp contrast to the threat embodied by himself and his money ninjas. "I have come for Frederick."
"But he can't leave," Dr. Possible retorted, sweeping one arm in clear negation even as he shook his head. "Frederick is a highly trained astronaut. He's due for a mission."
"Oh, I know doctor," Monkey Fist replied, the smooth tones of his high class accent a stark contrast to his animalistic movements and appearance. "And I shall accompany him."
Out of the direct path of confrontation, Kim quietly judged the location of the monkey ninjas, the exits, Monkey Fist, and most importantly, the children. "We've got to get them out of here," she whispered to Monique.
"Oh, yeah," Monique muttered under her breath. "But how?"
"I'm still working on that," Kim winced as one of the children confronted Monkey Fist, too young and innocent to recognize the danger. She braced herself to intercept any attack, but her father interposed herself before she could. She felt a surge of pride rise as he protected the child.
"There's nothing cool about stealing a spacecraft," Dr. Possible intoned, his expression cold.
"Oh really?" Monkey Fist drawled, amused by the presumption.
"That's right. In fact I'd have to say it's quite 'whack.'"
Monkey Fist's rubbery lips creased in a grin that seemed to stretch far wider than his face should allow. "Doctor, I am guided by the ancient prophesy of the Mystical Monkey monk. I am not... 'whack.'"
Monique winced, and Kim's cheeks grew a hint of color as both older men seemed just as determined as Dr. Drakken to use "hip" slang. Speaking of "whack" ...
Using the silence that was left in the aftermath of the confrontation, and Monkey Fist's distraction as he approached Frederick, Kim pointed with her chin to a door on the far side of the room with only a single monkey ninja guarding it. Monique nodded in understanding, and stealthily edged away from the main body, readying herself to act as the diversion.
"And now my dear, Frederick," Monkey Fist cajoled, resting one monkey-like hand companionably on the astronaut's back. "It has been foretold that you would lead us to the stars." His voice rose in volume as his emotion surged at the possibilities. "Destiny awaits us!"
The astronaut's answer was brief, and to the point. ( Frederick. Stay. )
Monkey Fist's expression hardened, but his voice remained steady. "Frederick, you cannot fight destiny. It's just not done." His brow furrowed and his voice darkened as he concluded, "Otherwise things here could get very ugly. Understand?"
Glancing between the children and Dr. Possible, the astronaut made his decision. ( Frederick go. Friends safe. )
"Well done," Monkey Fist praised, resting a hand on the monkey's back. "The prophecy clearly states that Frederick will lead us to the stars. So it was foretold, so it shall be!" he orated, as forceful and commanding as an old testament prophet... until a hint of his personal ambition slipped through. "I just can't wait to be the ultimate monkey master!"
"Go, Monique!" Kim called out, leaping over one monkey ninja and heading for their master.
"I wondered when you'd make your move, Kim Possible," Monkey Fist smiled cruelly, watching her approach, but remaining still.
"Dad, get the kids out of here. Monique, you've got the ninjas," Kim dropped into a defensive stance as she added, "I've got Monkey Fist."
"Nice plan," Monkey Fist commented, a grin growing on his lips, "But you're forgetting something. Stop her!" he shouted.
From the shadowy nooks of the rafters overhead, there was a flash of gold. With a yelp of startled pain, Monique flew back and away from the door, struck by a powerful blow.
Monkey Fist laughed as the monkey ninjas returned to their positions, herding Dr. Possible and the children away from the door they'd run for. With a stealth that belied his size, Monkey Fist's adopted son dropped lightly to the ground behind his father. "Well done," the mutated lord praised, rubbing the golden-furred head briefly.
As Kim watched her plan fall apart, she scowled, readying herself for combat. "You'll never make it out of the space center," she growled.
"On the contrary, my transportation is all arranged. You on the other hand... Well, let's just see how my boy's training is coming along, shall we?" With a cruel smile, he ordered, "Bobo... Get her!"
Faster than she could consciously recognize, Kim ducked as a furry foot breezed past her ear. He's fast! she thought, even as she moved to evade the next series of blows.
Kim had no more time for thought as the younger Fiske was unleashed. She gasped as she dodged blow after blow, trading punches and kicks with the golden blur that attacked her as she tried to simultaneously move the fight away from the children, deal damage to her opponent, and keep away from the creature.
Bobo's arms seemed longer than a normal human's, while his legs seemed shorter, and the difference in reach played havoc with the blocks, dodges, and reflexes she'd honed and practiced in years of fights against Shego and a series of lesser villains. She was adapting her style to the differences, but slowly, and she was forced to absorb more than a few blows when they came from unanticipated directions thanks to the abnormal limbs.
From the sidelines, the monkey ninjas cheered, and Monkey Fist watched in pride as his "son" fought against his nemesis. Bobo moved faster and faster, arms and legs used interchangeably in his attacks as Kim used every trick in her repertoire to keep from being overwhelmed by the frenzied - yet oddly precise, nonetheless - assault. "Excellent training, Chippy," Monkey Fist praised. "There'll be extra bananas as a reward for you."
At the speed of the combat, and with the other factors inhibiting her, it was inevitable that a mistake would eventually be made. And as Kim blocked one kick at a slightly incorrect angle, it was. Her arm absorbed too much of the force of the kick rather than redirecting it, and consequently, her arm was moved fractionally out of position. As a result, she simply could not move her arm quickly enough to intercept the roundhouse punch that followed.
As her face neared the floor, she found herself thinking, "I lost? But I never lose..." It was some comfort that she could see the door closing behind her father and the little Rocket Boosters as they slipped past the cordon of distracted Monkey Ninjas, but then Kim's head hit the floor, and everything went dark.
"Kim! Kim!"
Kim groaned as Monique's call resounded in her ears. It was hard to breathe, and her body ached. "I'm awake," she muttered.
"You've got to wake up, Kim! Now!"
Kim opened her eyes, and squealed in shock. Perched on top of her was Bobo Fiske - his knees resting on her forearms, keeping them pinned to her sides as his hands played with her hair. She reached for the side pocket of her cargo pants, stretching her fingers to try to find a grip on the Kimmunicator, but though she could feel the metal casing, her fingertips slid without purchase from the edges.
Bobo leaned down and sniffed briefly at her hair, seemingly unconcerned that she was conscious and struggling beneath him.
Shuddering, Kim could see the nostrils atop the monkey man's muzzle flare as he smelled her. His hot breath washed over her forehead, and Kim could feel goosebumps rise at the sensation. "Gross," she whispered, attempting fruitlessly to pull away.
Without effort, Bobo kept her trapped. He bent down, and very carefully pressed his teeth into her throat. The bite was hard enough to sting, but not enough to break the skin.
Kim squirmed, her body shrinking away from the mutant creature as its head drew back from her neck, but she was unable to free herself. She wanted to close her eyes to the spectacle of the bestial creature mounted atop her, but feared not knowing what it was doing to her even more. As she watched wide-eyed, one of his hands fiddled in the fur on his throat.
When he reached for her throat in turn, she screamed and tried once more to escape, but Bobo didn't react. Her eyes widened even further, until the whites were visible all around the iris. Despite her fear, Kim felt only the faintest, briefest of touches on her neck just above where the creature had bitten her before the monkey-man returned to playing with her hair.
Her frenetic struggles did have one benefit; as she writhed, her fingers finally found a grip on the Kimmunicator. As she strained against Bobo's pinioning weight, she furiously pressed down on the panic button with her thumb, shuddering as fingers much too long to be human were run across her scalp.
"Get off... get off... get off..." Kim mumbled under her breath, hitting the panic button again and again. "No, no, no..." her mantra changed as Bobo's eyes turned and seemed to follow her arm down into her pants' side pocket.
With one hand, Bobo effortlessly moved her hand away from the pocket, shifting his weight to free the arm from beneath him, then with the other, he reached into the pocket.
Kim shuddered as she felt his hand through the thin fabric of the pocket lining. The fingers felt hot as they touched the outside of her leg through the thin cloth barrier before closing on the communications device. To her vast relief, Bobo simply took the Kimmunicator out of her pocket without allowing his hand to linger inside her clothing. "Ewww..." she shivered, trying to shrink away from him even further.
Bobo tilted the Kimmunicator from side to side, and some of the chromed detail pieces glittered as the overhead lights played across the surface. He grinned cheerily, revealing broad yellowed teeth and elongated canines like his father's. Bobo released Kim's arm and happily pressed some of the buttons on the device, grunting in pleasure at the sounds it made.
"What are you waiting for, fool?" Monkey Fist barked. "Finish her!"
The creature appeared to notice Kim's renewed struggles no more than he had noticed his adopted father's order. He simply tucked the Kimmunicator away inside his gi, pinned her arm once more, then resumed running his fingers through her hair.
Monkey Fist cleared his throat noisily. "It appears you aren't as well trained as I had thought," he sneered, condescension dripping from every syllable. "But no matter. I shall simply finish her myself."
Bobo emitted a single, basso grunt, as his hands stilled in Kim's hair.
Blinking in surprise, Monkey Fist halted in his tracks, stunned as he absorbed what his son had said. "What?" he demanded. "How dare you? How dare you! You obey me, you foolish brat! Now finish her, or I will do it myself!"
A low rumble filled the room as Bobo growled deep in his throat, the sound reverberating in his torso so powerfully Kim could feel the vibration where his body touched hers. His lips drew back into a snarl, and as he slowly raised himself from his position atop Kim, releasing her arms, he barked a single, "Ook."
"'How sharper than a serpent's tooth,'" Monkey Fist quoted sadly. "I would have given you everything, made you a true master of Tai Shing Pek Kwar, I would have given you the world when I was done with it - if only you had remained obedient. But now it seems I am once more without an heir." He dropped into an aggressive stance, and emitted a screeching simian challenge.
Disbelieving of what was happening, Kim waited until Bobo's attention was entirely focused on Monkey Fist, then she slid across the ground from behind him. While the two males were still posturing and displaying aggressive stances, she knelt by Monique and winced in sympathy at the bruise Bobo had left. "Ouch," she commiserated.
"Tell me about it," Monique winced, gingerly feeling the swelling that nearly closed her left eye. "I like his gift to you better."
Kim absently rubbed the side of her jaw where Bobo had slugged her. "It may not look as bad as yours, but believe me, it still stings. Bobo's stronger than he looks - must be those freakishly long arms."
"Believe me, I know all about that," Monique muttered, covering her swollen eye with one hand. "I meant the neck thing."
"Neck thing?" Kim asked curiously. She remembered Bobo leaning down, giving her a very good view of the fine, downy fur that partially covered his muzzle, and a faint touch at her neck, but... She shuddered at the memory. "What neck thing? I barely even felt that bite; compared to the punch, that was nothing."
A booming screech interrupted their conversation, and as Kim and Monique turned to the confrontation behind them, Monkey Fist leaped to the attack. The monkey ninjas whooped and cheered, turning flips and performing acrobatics while standing in place that would have guaranteed a win in the regional cheerleading finals, as Monkey Fist and his son moved from the preliminary portion of their match and into the combat portion.
Strangely, one of the ninjas - the very one Fiske had praised earlier, was silent. Chippy remained quiet and still, watching the confrontation with worried eyes.
Glancing around, Monique noticed that thanks to the series of distractions, she and Kim were alone with the villainous crew. "You ready to bail? Looks like everyone else already made it out."
Kim helped Monique to her feet. "I am so ready - let's just leave the monkey boys to their play." Together they slipped through a side door, leaving the fighting Fiskes and the monkey ninjas alone in the space center corridor.
The fight was very close to even; both Bobo and Monkey Fist were students of the same school of martial arts; both knew what their opponent was capable of, and both were fighting for dominance in a struggle as old as nature itself. Bobo was younger and stronger, Monkey Fist older and more experienced. But as they leaped, twisted, dodged and struck at each other, using the walls, floors (and even occasionally the monkey ninjas) as springboards for attacks, there was one final difference between the combatants that as the fight progressed, seemed to be telling: Bobo's feet were mostly human, while Monkey Fist's were prehensile. Bobo's feet were restricted to simple kicks, while the opposable toes on Monkey Fist's enabled him to use his feet almost interchangeably with his hands.
"How can you be this good?" Monkey Fist demanded, ducking both a kick and the haymaker that the feint had attempted to disguise. "You knew nothing of Tai Shing Pek Kwar when I found you... Nothing!" he bellowed, "So how can you know these moves?" he demanded, his fury rising.
As Fiske's ire exploded in a series of powerful blows and kicks, Bobo leaped to evade the flurry, but Fiske responded instantly. As Bobo rose into the air, Monkey Fist cartwheeled and with his hand-like feet, seized his adopted son by the shins.
Bobo yelped in panic and struggled to free himself, but it was for nought as his limbs flailed wildly, but encountered nothing but air. Monkey Fist continued through the cartwheel as gracefully as a teen cheerleader, carrying his challenger through the arc until he was slammed into the ground. A grunt was forced from Bobo's lips as he hit the cement floor, and the air was forcibly expelled from his lungs.
With one foot-hand still gripping the stunned Bobo's leg, Fiske sent a powerful knife hand rocketing towards his son's bared throat. Fiske's son managed to cross his arms in front of his vulnerable throat before the blow could land, but it bought him very little as blunt nails clawed parallel lines into his skin.
Changing the nature of the attack after the mortal blow was blocked, Fiske pressed down on the crossed limbs, his fingernails sinking painfully into the soft meat of the forearms his fingers encircled. He held Bobo down, leaving him trapped beneath him as thoroughly as he in turn had held Kim down earlier.
"And now it ends," Monkey Fist proclaimed. "And all is as it should be. For I am the holder of the Mystical Monkey Power... and you are less than nothing... a mere accidental happenstance of nature."
As Monkey Fist lifted his free fist triumphantly into the air, Bobo struck back. With a snarl he sank his teeth into Fiske's arm just above where it kept him pinned. Growling through the blood that flooded into his mouth, he tore a rough chunk of flesh from his shrieking father's arm, and as the injured martial artist instinctively drew back, Bobo was able to break free.
Rather than continue the fight once he was out of Monkey Fist's grip, Bobo fled, rushing blindly through the same door that the young Rocket Boosters had used to escape earlier. The monkey ninjas, although initially slow to react, leaped to attention as the door swung shut with a loud "thunk," but Monkey Fist's barked command brought them to a halt.
"Let him run," he ordered, a mad chuckle escaping through his grimace of pained triumph. "He has shown himself to be unworthy of being my heir. So be it. We shall ascend to the stars with the brightest of us all, and once there, I shall be anointed as the ultimate Monkey Master... and be unstoppable. Come!" he commanded, thrusting out his chest as he raised his arms in triumph, "my monkey minions... let us fulfil my destiny!"
Monkey Fist gloried in the hooting cries of triumph that his minions called out as they celebrated his victory. Ignoring the slow trickle of blood that seeped down his arm, he cried out, "At last, our time is at hand. Frederick..." he trailed off as he realized something. "Frederick? Frederick!"
The monkey ninjas looked around and realized that in the confusion and excitement of the fight between Monkey Fist and Bobo, Frederick had also slipped away. A few barely audible "ook"s and "eek"s of distress greeted this discovery, but before they could reach a state of panic or come to a decision, a fierce rumble rattled the windows and shook the earth.
As the villain and his simian henchmen turned to look, a white rocket with red fins and highlights launched into the sky, trailing an ever-lengthening plume of smoke and flame. Frederick was heading to the stars... and Monkey Fist remained on Earth.
"This is not following the prophecy!" Monkey Fist screamed. He reached blindly to the heavens, his hand clutching futilely at the shrinking image of the rocket, leaving small trails of his son's blood smeared on the window glass as the spaceship receded into the distance until it was all but invisible.
"No..." Monkey Fist barely breathed aloud as he sank to his knees, his hands sliding down the broad pane of glass that comprised the observation window with a screeching rattle. "This is impossible... I am to be unstoppable!"
A short blorp from a police siren, hastily shut down, was sufficient warning to snap the mutated English lord out of his funk. "Retreat!" he ordered, and as his ninjas followed him, he fled from the space center.
When the police, accompanied by agents of Global Justice, the FBI, as well as agents from a number of agencies that did not officially exist - given the number of times Kim & Bobo had hit the panic button, Wade had taken the situation very seriously - forced open the doorway, Monkey Fist and his ninjas were gone, leaving only a faint animal musk and a few scattered smears of blood in their wake.