Sorry, but this is the last chapter. It is sudden, but I did not know where to seperate this part and make it two chapters that were not terribly short. Forgive any typing errors, please. I don't know why it is running my words together after I save changes.

Somewhere in the Gobi Desert, at the lair of Dr. Dementor...

"AARGHH! I cannot believe my first plan has been foiled by two children!" The short man vented to nobody in particular.

Dr. Demens had concocted the perfect evil plan. Everything had gone forth smoothly until his hijacked train was derailed; a little boy and girl were apparently playing on the railroadtracks, and what did that pitiful excuse for a henchman do? Stop the train so they wouldn't get run over! The train was at full speed, so instead he made a u-turn inches from them. It was so sudden that the entire locomotive veered off into the wilderness. His precious cargo was ruined!

And those brats could have made it out in time by themselves. The henchman said they forced each other out of danger. It was unlike anything he'd ever seen. Hmmph!

Now it was back to the drawing board. Who knew how many tries it would take to seize the world? Two, three, maybe four! No, he would not let that happen. This time he had all-new inventions, a great villain name, and he was in the market for a sidekick.

"Next!" Dementor called, crossing out the 299th name on his list of 300. This business was harder than it looked.

A more reliable HenchCo. worker escorted a young lady into the lair- a very young lady.

"The name's Shego," she said confidently.

The villain snorted. "I'm looking for big girls. Why don't you run along and go play with your dollies?"

This did not bode well with the girl.

"I'm fourteen, thank you very much!" she snapped. "And I've never played with dolls- I destroy them."

Dementor did not think she could even destroy plastic. "Oh really? You think you're tough enough to work for Dr.Dementor, huh?"

Shego's eyes grew wide. "You're that loser Dementor? I thought I applied for a job with someone named Demens. You're the one who stopped a whole trainload of weapons for two little babies!" She burst out laughing.

"How did you know about that?"

"Are you kidding? You're on the cover of Villains Magazine, Worst of the Worst Edition! I'm out of here, Dr. Demented."

"It is Dementor, you horrible little monster!"

Shego growled at him. She used a green glow to blast a hole in his wall on her way out the door.

The villain stomped angrily. "Ooh, I hate children! I will get revenge on those tiny beasts, mark my words!"

A week had passed since "The Incident". Kim and Ron were together as always, on a playdate in the park. They were, of course, being supervised by both mothers, who sat on a bench and chatted while keeping a watchful eye on their children.

Mrs. Possible's watchful eye had not lost sight of Kimmie since that traumatic day at the hospital. Still, she knew she would have to let go gradually. The children were growing up faster than a brain tumor spread in one of her patients. Just yesterday, Ron and Kim had graduated from PreK with top honors. That very morning Jim and Tim said their first word fragments, "cyber" and "tronic." They were going to be just like their father!

Meanwhile the kids played on all of the usual playground equipment.

"Come on, Ron! Jump!" Kim beckoned to her friend who was seated on the swing beside hers.
"Uh-uh. There's no way I'm going to do it!" He would have crossed his arms had his hands not been tightly gripping the chains that suspended the swing from a metal pole.
"What happened to the brave Ron?" she asked jokingly. "The one who answered questions for the news lady?"

When Channel 5 News interviewed them 48 hours after The Incident, Ron had answered gallantly: (to the question "Were you scared when you got lost?") "Not at all. I had my best friend Kim with me. Besides, I'm really brave!"

"Okay, maybe I stretched it a little bit then," he admitted. The fitting word was 'exaggerated' but that had not yet entered his vocabulary.

Channel 5 had used the segment with Kim and Ron in a piece about the increase of missing children in the local area. It was meant to be shown in the evening news and again during the morning edition. However, a villain had stolen the Wisconsin Swissmobile and was wreaking havoc across the Tri City with it at the time. Continuous coverage of the cheesy situation replaced all scheduled programming. So much for their 15 minutes of fame!

"Anyway, that's old news now. What did you think of graduation?" Kim slowed her swinging down to talk to him. (I don't know if you've ever tried to have a conversation on a swing, but it is pretty difficult.)

For the PreK Hall of Fame, Kim had been voted "Most Likely to Do Something Amazing" and "Best Helper." Ron won "Funniest Last Name" and "Best Brownie Baker." (They have weird categories!)

"It was okay except for the itchy gowns. Good job on your vala-valed-" he stumbled on the complicated word. "Whatever-torian speech, Kim!"

"Thanks. I think it's valetatorian or something like that."

A few minutes of quiet swinging followed.

Tammy, Ned, and Max were on a bike ride through the park. After some pleading and whining, Tammy had finally convinced her mother to let her go somewhere without an adult. After all, she was twelve now which is practically thirteen which is practically grown up!

The only catch was that she and Ned had to take Max with them. Max was her mother's boss's son and had trouble making friends. Apparently her mom thought tagging along with other kids would make him likeable. It didn't work.

As Tammy pedaled ahead of the two boys she noticed the younger children on the swings. Immediately she recognized the girl's red hair and the boy's big ears which Max had made fun of.

"Guys, don't those little kids look familiar?" She craned her neck backwards to ask the boys.

"On the swings?" Ned panted from behind. "I don't know. Why?"

"Wait a second! I've seen those two!" the other boy realized. With this newly discovered recognition, Max- who was riding between Tammy and Ned- halted his bicycle suddenly. Unadventurous Ned was caught off guard as his bike crashed into the one in front of it. Max was jolted slightly, butNed was flung backwards off his bike.

The PreK friends witnessed all of this happen. "That boy might be hurt!" Kim exclaimed worriedly. "Let's go help him!"

As unenthusiastic as he was about doing that, Ron did not want to get left behind so he ran towards the injured boy with her.

"Are you hurt?" The precocious preschooler approached the sore heap that was 12-year-old Ned.

"I- I don't think so. Not badly," he answered, though he cringed when he saw an ugly gash on his knee.

Tammy ran to him from the other side, with Max in tow.
"Oh man! Your mom's going to be SO mad when she finds out you weren't wearing knee pads." That was the most consolation the ill-manneredboy could offer him.

For the hundredth time that month, Tammy elbowed him in the ribs.

"Thanks for helping him, little girl." She looked at Kim.

"It really is no big. We'll go see if someone has a first aid kit." The redhead dragged her blonde friend with her by the arm.

Tammy was impressed by the young girl's wisdom. She coaxed Max into helping her lift Ned onto one of the park benches.

"It's HER!" The freckled boy said. "She saved me before, from the bear!"

"Ned, you must be delirious." Tammy dismissed the notion. She remembered the ordeal they had gone through in the woods, and how Ned claimed he had been saved from an 800 lb. grizzly by a toddler warrior princess and her friend. She was sure the boy had exaggerated. He must have been too scared to think clearly when they got separated, that's all.

And yet, the preteen girl knew that the toddlers who had saved them from drowning in the stream were real. When the rescuers came, they were nowhere in sight. But they were real. The rescuers did not believe that toddlers had saved them. Neither did the doctors or any of their parents. Max had decided to ignore the whole thing and pretend he didn't know what Tammy was talking about, just to make her look bad. Yet the kids were real.

"It's official," Max said importantly. "Our little coward Neddy has lost it!"

The freckled boy was used to the other's cruel remarks. "It was them and that's all I know. Only they weren't wearing animal skins and tiger tooth necklaces." He stayed adamant.

There was one thing Tammy knew for sure: they needed to talk to those PreK kids.

Mrs. Possible was glad to see Kim and Ron coming her way. When they had gotten off the swingset and started running, she had thought they started a game of tag or something. Then she had lost sight of them in the vast park and began to worry.

"Mommy, where can we get a first aid kit?" her daughter demanded to know.

"Kimmie, did you get hurt?"

"Mom, we don't have time for this! Me and Ron are fine but an older kid fell off his bike and he needs that spray that stings. Oh, and a band-aid."

It took a second for the adult to register all this, meanwhile Kim tapped her foot impatiently and Ron gave her a helpless look.

"Can we please get a first aid kit now?"

"Yes, of course." Mrs. P showed the kids one of the designated locations where the park caretakers kept emergency kits. She took one and asked the toddlers to show her where the injured boy was. (Mrs. Stoppable had been reading a book and dozed off.)

They found Ned on a bench. "Hi, I'm Dr. Possible, brain surgeon."

The boy reacted in a bewildered way. He wasn't expecting to need brain surgery on the spot.

Kim slapped a hand on her forehead exasperatedly. The poor boy needed help and her mom was going through formalities.
Ron giggled at her gesture.

"Now, hold still. This will sting a bit, honey." She sprayed the antiseptic on Ned's cut.

Mrs. P fumbled with the disposable bandage for a full ten seconds.

It was nine seconds too much for Kim's liking. "Here, Mommy!" She snatched it away and peeled off the paper backing in the blink of an eye.

In no time she had the band-aid secured over his wound. Kim's mother could hardly believe her 4-year-old had given faster medical care than her.

"Thanks a lot!" Ned shook Mrs. P and Kim's hands.

"If you don't mind, Dr. Possible," Tammy said politely. "We need to talk tothem (She meant Kim and Ron). If you could just give us a moment…"

"Oh, right." Mrs. Possible did not feel any more grown up in this situation than the children. She left them to privacy.

Tammy turned to the PreK kids. "Is your name by any chance Kim?"

The redhead nodded surprisedly.

"And you are Ron," she said to the blonde male.

"How did you know?"

Now Tammy was surprised. "You mean you don't remember?"

"Remember what?"

"You were the warrior prince and princess!" Ned yelled hysterically.

"Guys, I think I'll handle this on my own," Tammy spoke softly.

Max rolled his eyes unnecessarily.

"It happened a week ago. Our boat crashed and we almost died. You two saved us. Then Ned was missing and…he thinks you wrestled a bear. You saved him too. And then people came and took us home but we couldn't find you guys. I never got to say thank you." The girl's eyes were shining with the memory of that less-than-perfect day.

Kim was dumbfounded. "But- but I don't remember any of it. You must have been the big kids that went missing before us. I saw it on the news…what happened after that is a blur. Is it the same for you, Ron?" she asked.

Ron did not seem to care about his confusion. "Badical! I wrestled a bear! Wish I could remember it. I must have actually been brave!"

Kim hated to bring him down from his pedestal of glory. "Can you tell me more about what happened?" She was eager to know.

Before the older girl could start a round, rosy-cheeked woman intruded.

"Tamila! What on Earth are you doing, my dear girl!"

"Aunt Marigold, we got permission, I swear!" The 12-year-old's leader attitude melted away at the sight of her relative.
"Why are you children not wearing the proper bike-riding equipment? Why, Ned you are hurt! Tamila, explain at once! Maximilion, do stop picking your nose!" The woman shouted out commands like a bank cashes checks.

Kim and Ron held in their laughter caused by Aunt Marigold's demeanor, Max's full name, and his action.

"It is 74 degrees! You should be wearing sweaters! Come with me at once!"

Tammy tried to wave goodbye to the PreK kids. She had hardly a moment to spare as her aunt steered the boy and girl away. Marigold carried the injured Ned in her arms, much to the boy's dismay.

The PreK kids watched open-mouthed.

Finally, Kim spoke up. "That was, um, weird."

"Weird doesn't even begin to cover it. Do you think it's true? What she said?"

"I don't know what to believe," the redhead said thoughtfully. "We'll never get a chance to see those kids again, I bet. It's just so strange how our parents never mentioned any of it."

"Hey KP, I have to tell you something." Ron knew now was as good a time as ever.

Just then Mrs. Possible returned to the spot.

"Mrs. Dr. P can we go play some more?" he asked.

"Well, I don't know. You saw how that boy got hurt out here…"

Kim put on her best puppy dog pout.

"Oh, alright. Be careful."

"Thanks Mommy! We will."

"So what did you want to tell me?" She weaved through the jungle gym.

Ron struggled through the monkey bars, which were actually designed for ages 6 to 10.

"It's about the other day at the hospital." His hand slipped off one of the red bars. Quickly he groped for another with his other hand and prevented a fall.
"I had this dream and I can't stop thinking about it. There was a train. It looked like a big scary monster that was about to eat us up!"

Kim realized it was the same nightmare she had, but did not want to interrupt him.

"Then, right before it got to us, you pushed me out of the way." He added in a softer voice, "At least I think that's what happened."

"Ron, I had the exact same dream," she confessed. "Only I thought you pushed me out of the way."

They both thought about what this meant for a minute.

Meanwhile the other children started getting annoyed by the peculiar set who just sat there and talked.
Ron made it safely to the other side of the monkey bars and realized that a line had began to form of other kids who wanted a turn.

They headed back to their old spot: the set of two swings.

"KP, I did something really bad." Ron frowned as he kicked off the ground.

"What?" She was already swinging high. Kim was thinking more along the lines of sneaking into the cookie jar before dinner.

"I yelled at our parents. They didn't believe me when I told them about my dream," he spilled out. "But I wanted you to get credit for whatever it was that you did."

"Ron Stoppable, that's not a very nice thing to do!" She scolded, mimicking adults in general.

"I know, I know!" He took it seriously. "It was awful of me. We're headed off to Kindergarten now. The jungle law of daycare isway behind us! The barbaric days of PreK are over!" As usual, he overreacted.

"Ron, you're always going to be weird," she said bluntly. "But I'll always like you."

They both smiled.

Ron changed the subject. "Race you to the slide?"

"Only if you jump!"

He considered. "Will you jump with me?"
"Sure. We'll do it together. On the count of three. Ready?"

They counted in unison. "1...2...3!"

Ron jumped off the swing without fear, thanks to the reassurance of his best friend.

They landed on their feet and started running towards the slide, both laughing lightheartedly.

Both of them would come to forget The Incident in time. Ron knew that his best friend was destined to be great. After all, she was a Possible. Kim only knew that together she and Ron made an unstoppable team.

For now, they could just be little kids. They had plenty to do: playing, laughing, learning how to add, dealing with parents, and eventually working up to saving the world…

THE END

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