At last the concluding chapter is finished! If I have never answered to your review or have not answered all of them, please do not take it personally. Everybody's compliments were really nice. The tidbits of constructive criticism were appreciated also. Thank you!

You might want to reread the first part ofChapter 1 so you won't be totally lost here.

Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable sat in their favorite booth at Bueno Nacho.

"It sure is nice to be back in Middleton!" Ron said, lazily munching on his naco.

Kim was having a little more trouble adjusting to the whole time-space continuum thing.

"Wade said they would drop us off to the time before we started our latest mission. Then why do I still remember it?" she wondered perplexedly.

Ron shrugged indifferently. "Global Justice is a whole league of weirdos. What did you expect?"

"I don't know." Kim suddenly wanted to never talk about time travel again- it was disturbing and confusing.

"So I guess it's the day of cheerleading tryouts again. That means two weeks to graduation."

This flustered Ron. "Only two weeks! 14 days and they're going to throw us out in the real world! This is insane!"

"Ron," she calmed. "We've rafted up the Amazon, battled toxic snowmen, survived Camp Wannaweep repeatedly, and now we've saved a whole country. You really think the real world will be that bad?"

He thought for a moment. "Well, when you put it that way, I guess not."

Just then the restaurant door was flung open by a young girl, her black hair in disarray. She glanced around hurriedly, looking relieved to see the duo.

"Do I know her from somewhere?" Ron furrowed his brow. Rufus seemed to know something, but had trouble communicating it.

"Cheerleading tryouts," Kim remembered. The molerat nodded.

"Duh!" It dawned on the boy. "She's the one with the ferociously good mascot skills."

The girl approached them nervously.
"Hi Kim, Ron, Rufus," she greeted.
"Hey, uh..."
"Charlee, from tryouts."
"Right. Charlee."

Now that they were reacquainted, the younger girl blurted out her conflict.
"Can you guys help me? You see, my mom will be here to pick me up any minute and the first thing she's going to ask is if I made the squad, only she doesn't know that I didn't try out for cheerleader. I don't know what to do!"

"Don't worry, Charlee," Kim said kindly. After pretending to be a princess for a few days, she knew exactly how it felt to try to be something you're not.
"I'll talk to her for you."

The girl's face lit up.

Ron grinned. "With me and Rufus on the team, we're sure to win her over!"

"Thanks," Charlee said gratefully.

"No problem. After all, you are the new Middleton High mascot."

"Really?"

"Yeah, you have the most badical skills I've ever seen!"

"I promise I'll be the best Mad Dog ever!" The girl realized this could offend Ron. "I mean, the best Mad Dog I can be. Oh no here she comes!"

She practically ducked under the table when the middle-aged woman, an older version of Charlee with shorter hair, came into the restaurant.

"Hello, you must be Charlee's mother," Kim said in a saleswomanly manner. "I'm Kim Possible."

The woman was pleased by this. "Miss Possible, I'm a big fan! Did my daughter make the squad?"

"She most definitely did, in fact…" Kim explained the sitch in a persuasive manner, with the help of her best friend.

Kim arrived at the Possible home in a happy mood. She gazed at the front of the house admiringly. "No palace, no sea. Just our regular old house."

"Hi Mom! Hi Dad!" she kissed her parents on the cheek quickly in haste to get to her own room.

On her way up the stairs, the teen hero stopped to see her brothers.

"Tweebs!" She hugged them. "I'm so glad. You're not princesses!"

Jim and Tim looked at her as if she was insane. "Are you feeling okay, Kim?"

They looked at each other mischievously. "Maybe we can use our new geothermal thermometer on her…"

This further elated Kim. "Yes! Royalty would never act weird like that!"

By then she was really scaring them, so the boys ran away as fast as they could.

She was happiest in her own bedroom. There was no sign of tiaras or ball gowns or recovered treasure. Only her schoolbooks and other items lay in their proper places. Kim sighed blissfully.

The Kimmunicator beeped.
"Go, Wade."
"A prince has just been reported missing in the Middle East and- go figure- he looks exactly like Ron!"

Kim groaned.

Here we go again…

No, this does not mean I am starting a royal spinoff. Haven't we all had enough of this subject? (The answer is yes.) I recommend checking out the epilogue, though.