Hello my friends! Sorry it took a little longer to get this chappie out; work was being a Bon-Bon. Anyhows, this one is a little shorter than average, but I think it puts Team Possible into the arms of a dilemma. I hope it does; you tell me!
I've come to a decision about my own enjoyment, when it comes to writing. For my KP stuff, it's all gonna be Romance/Humor and/or Romance/Drama from here on out. I'm having way more fun doing that kinda stuff than the action/adventure fights and such. Not that there won't be conflict, but it will be a minor section of the chappies. I hope everybody is OK with that, because fun is what this is all about for me. OK, enough rant! On with the show...
Don't Touch My Monkey - Chapter 3
The forest, somewhere in the Canadian Rockies…
Deserted and alone, Monkey Fist sat in the woods a few hundred yards from the entrance to Drakken's newest lair, hiding. His monkey ninja's no longer followed him, for he had no Power.
He knew that the Doctor and his hired lackey, Shego, were up to something. He had seen the greenish woman leave in her fighter jet, and then return later, some sort of large parcel locked in the pincers on the nose of the aircraft.
Monkey Fist tried repeatedly to access the Mystical Monkey Power, to no avail. That dreaded buffoon Stoppable had somehow cut him off, and it was quickly driving the man insane. Most likely he had help from little Miss Kim Possible, and that relic, Sensei. It was like losing a limb for Monty, the 'ghost' of what he had was there to constantly remind him of the loss.
He looked to the lair, pulling himself out of his own misery. He knew that soon, Drakken would create some sort of ridiculous doomsday device, and Team Possible would show up and save the day. All he had to do was wait. He knew Stoppables one weakness, emotion. Especially when it came to Kim Possible. From what he had seen recently, the boy's weakness was even worse, now that they were a couple.
'All the better. Love the girl, buffoon. Use all you have to keep her safe, fool. I will gladly take all you have, in exchange for your precious girlfriend.'
Fist smiled his evil fanged grin. He knew in his blackened heart, there would be no exchange. He would make Stoppable feel pain, pain that would follow him, haunting him, for the rest of his petty little life. He was going to kill Kim Possible, granting Stoppable a living death. The Power would be all Fist's again, and the buffoon a wasted husk of a man.
All he had to do was wait, let Drakken and Shego draw them here, with what ever ploy he was using this time. Wait, dreaming of the pain he would place on the boy, smiling. Just wait…
His smile grew even wider, as he let his own pain and insanity consume him. Just wait.
Middleton…Brick and Ron sat in an old car bench seat on the floor in the Mankey's garage, listening to Josh's band, the Fungi's.
"Finally figgered out, what yer all about, and I don't think I like what I see – SO! …" Mankey crooned while bashing out some power chords on his electric guitar. Alex Matthew's, Tara's older brother by a year, dropped the bass line, and Ron Reager (yep, the guy who always cuts gym) hammered out a steady beat from behind the drum kit. The trio wrapped up the song, dragging the ending out garage band style.
"Thank you, Middleton!" Reager deadpanned into his headset mike.
Ron smiled. "You guys rock! Yeah, definitely getting better every time I hear you. Got yer first gig set up yet?"
"Nah…" Josh replied, tuning his guitar up. "… night-clubs won't hire us cause we're under twenty-one. Have you talked to your dad Brick? About his end of summer bash?"
"Yeah. He said fine, but he wants you guys to learn some classic rock tunes, ya know for the old people, the 'rents and stuff." Brick replied.
"That's cool. We already know some Led Zep and Areosmith, and we can add a few more…" Alex said. "… is he gonna pay us?"
"Yeah, he said two hundred, and all the food ya want. You know my Dad; if you guys really put on a show, he'll do the 'bonus' thing." Smiled Brick.
"Go Mr. Flagg, alright!" Reager surfer'd.
"Awesome." Josh stated. "I'll make a cool 70's style backdrop for us. The oldies will think they're back in college."
"Bon-dig! I can run sound for you guys, if ya want. Well, Rufus can." Smiled Ron. The big soundboard confused Ron a little, but Rufus was somehow a master.
Rufus popped out of Ron's cargo, wearing little earplugs to protect his small ears from the loudness of band practice.
"Hnk, Oh Yea! Rock 'n' Roll!" he cried, making the 'heavy metal' hand sign with his paw.
"No doubt. Naked pink sound guys rule." smirked Reager.
"Come on, dudes…" Alex said, turning up the volume on his bass. "… lets work on some of those classics… 1, 2, 3, 4…"
They launched into 'Whole Lotta Love' riff as one, the strings and skins creating the magic power of rock 'n' roll.
Six heads bobbed in synch, jamming to the summertime blues.
Meanwhile, at the Middleton Mall…Monique searched through a rack of Capri pants, mock frantic. "There must be a size seven in here, there just must!"
"Here ya go Moni!" Kim gasped, pulling a pair of sevens off the rack. Monique grabbed them with a squeal, headed for the dressing rooms.
Kim smiled. Club Bananas new late summer/fall line was in, and Monique and her had ditched the boys for an afternoon of power shopping. The pair acted like a retail version of Team Possible, each suggesting different garments for the other, there minds seemingly one.
Kim followed Monique, stepping into the next dressing stall. She had a few shirts to try on, plus some short-shorts Monique had told her she 'needed'. Not her usual style, but Ron had mentioned that she had nice legs. Not that the strong, independent Kim Possible was dressing to impress anyone, but his comments about her new swim suit had given her a little incentive. And she wanted to hear more.
"Gosh, these are short, Monique. You can see the bottom of my –
"Even a quarter moon will bring out the wolf, girl. I say let 'em howl." Monique butted in. "Trust me… what do you think of these?" she stepped out onto the sales floor as if on the catwalk.
Kim looked over the door. "Those are so you, Moni! And that shirt… I wish I had… you know… like yours."
"Yeah, well some of us save the world, and some of us just make it a prettier place." Monique teased, checking out her butt in the mirror.
Kim laughed, snorting. "I guess. They'd just get in the way, anyway… on me that is. Like that girl in the 'Crypt Raider' movies. Now that was im-possible."
"Don't have to tell me…" Monique replied, adjusting her spicey rack.
(BEEP BEEP BE-DEEP)
Kim popped out of the dressing room, heading to the check out counter where Monique had stashed their bags while they shopped. She pulled out her Kimmunicator.
"Wade. What's the sitch?" she asked.
"Hey Wade…" Monique butted in, batting her eyes at the boy. Kim smirked. Monique always flirted harmlessly with the twelve-year old, kind of 'payment' for Wade keeping her up on info from the highly secretive fashion world. He acted like he didn't understand her, but the evidence was right on the screen.
"Ah, yeah, Hi, Monique…" Wade blushed deeply, his eyes looking anywhere but the camera.
He regained his composure. "Kim, I found something you might be interested in… Shego struck a chemicals factory. Looks like she stole the stuff needed for syntho-goo. Plus some other items…"
"Other items? Dish, Wade…" Kim replied.
"The same kinda organic super-lubricant your Dad used in the Hephestus robots. It adapts as the robot does, its viscosity changing as needed. Sounds to me like he may be –
"Combining synthodrones with my Dad's tech?" Kim finished for the super-genius.
"Exactly. Wanna check the factory out?" Wade asked, already typing up a transport. "It's on some government land inthe Dakota's. Clearance might be tough to… got it. Transport will be a your house in thirty."
"As always, you rock Wade. Call Ron for me, please and thank you?" Kim smiled.
"Already on it Kim. Talk to ya later." Wade smiled. Kim's screen went blank.
"Sorry Monique, gonna have to cut this short…" Kim said, ducking back into the changing room to get her own clothes. "Can you…"
"Put all those clothes back for you? Heck, no…" Monique huffed. "I'll put them in the back; you are getting those shorts, girl."
Kim smiled, grabbing her bag, and headed out the entryway. "Thanks, Moni! See ya soon!"
Back at the Mankey's…(VVVT VVVT VT-VVVT)
Ron felt his Kimmunicator buzzing against his leg in his pocket. He grabbed for it, heading out the garage door, to the outside, where it was quieter. Rufus ran up to his shoulder en route.
"Whassup Wade?" Ron said to his other little buddy on the screen. Rufus waved at Wade
"Hi Ron, Rufus. Shego raided a chemical plant in the northwest. Kim wants you to meet her at her house to go check it out."
"That's a big 10-4, Snowman Jack. On my way!" Ron replied.
Brick had stuck his head outside the doorafter Ron ran out. "What's up, Stopps?"
"Can you give me a ride to KP's, Brick? Shego has struck again, and me an Kim gotta take a look." Ron asked, Rufus diving into Ron's pocket.
"Mission Time!" Brick exclaimed, smiling like a schoolboy. "To the Brickmobile, dude!"
The blond duo jumped into the big boy's van, roaring off towards Kim's house, the Fungi's rendition of 'Radar Love' fading into the background.
Drakken's Lair…"And the optic circuit connects to sensory input, the sensory input, the sensory –
"Dr.Deeeee, do you have to sing that stupid song while you build? I mean you've been assaulting my ears for an hour now. And ROBOT SYNTHODRONES?" Shego asked, incredulously. "Don't you think that whole thing has been sort of overdone? Why not build a bomb that wipes out Nevada while you're at it?"
"You don't know my plan, and it's bugging you again…" Drakken teasingly sang, whirling on his gal Friday.
"Cut the crap, Dr. D. You don't even have a real plan yet!" she growled, her hands taking on their familiar glow. "And if you do, you better spill!"
"Shego! Calm yourself! We are about to embark on the best plan of my evil career! It is whack!" cried Drakken.
"Oh god, not the hipness…" Shego moaned.
"I can't help it if I'm phatter than you, Shego… tell me, what was the biggest flaw in my Diablo debacle?"
"…you didn't crush Team Possible's spirit?" Shego wondered knowingly.
"Exact-a-mundo! And why not, you might ask………… Shego?" he rose his eyebrow, waiting.
"…why not?" she answered, rolling her eyes.
"Oh Shego, the answer is simple. But, that's why I'm the brains, and you're the beast. …errr, never let anyone else call you 'beast'." He smirked, eyeing her. She began to growl again.
"Oh, back to the answer: because my Eric wasn't the perfect boy for Kim Possible! Oh, he was close, but not perfect. Through no fault of my own, I assure you…"
"Of course…" smirked Shego.
"My evil research team failed to realize that the Stoppable boy was the perfect one! They've all been sacked, I saw to that!" Dr. Drakken said.
"You're going to build a sidekick?" She realized, smiling. "To replace Stoppable?"
"Yes! And for the that little rodent too! Then, my Stoppable will ruthlessly dump Kim Possible, breaking her heart and mind forever! Muahahahhahahhhhaaa!"
"That just might…" Shego began.
"SHEGO! Quiet, don't jinx it!" Drakken cried. "Now let me get back to work, go watch that 'Agony County' show you like so much!"
"I told you, I'm just staying current!" Shego roared, exasperated. Her evil grin, however, betrayed her interest in his plan.
Government Research Facility, American northwest…Team Possible jumped off the Blackhawk copter, both in their regulation mission gear, black tops and green cargos.
They were met by a short, balding man wearing a lab coat and thick glasses.
"Kim Possible? My name is Dr. Bernie Bunson. Thank you for coming out." He said with a squeak.
"No big, Dr. Bunson. This is my partner, Ron Stoppable." Kim replied.
"Who? The scientist asked not recognizing him.
"Never mind…" Ron moaned. "Where did the crimes go down, Doc?"
"In the warehouse building, Sector Alpha. The wall was blown in; several researchers were knocked out, but unharmed. The chemicals and super-lube were removed from cryo-storage there. I can show you, if you like…" the doctor replied.
"Lead the way…" Kim said, all mission-like.
The doctor walked them to a large metal building, one wall blown away, reveling the interior.
"Oh yeah, that's very Shego-ish…" Ron said, looking at the burn marks and the melted metal walls.
Rufus jumped down from his pocket, scampering off for clues.
"No aircraft were detected on radar, before or after the robbery…" claimed Dr. Bunson.
"Doesn't surprise me, Doctor, Shego's jet employs stealth tech. No one ever sees her until she's there." Kim explained.
"Hey! Hey!" Rufus chirped, hanging off a forklift. "Clue!"
Kim and Ron ran over to their little sleuth.
"Whatcha got, Rufus?" Kim asked him.
"Dirt! Boot-marks! This!" Rufus replied, holding up a torn green swatch of what seemed to be Kevlar, pointing to dirt on the pedals of the lift.
"Looks like Shego's suit alright…" Ron said. "What's up with the dirt, little buddy?"
"Hnk! Not from here…" Rufus cried, indicating the part of the country they were in with his paws. Kim and Ron completely understood him, Rufus was sayingthe dirt didn't smell the same as the dirt from this area.The doctor looked perplexed with the mole rats communications.
"The little guy may have something. Good job Rufus!" Kim smiled.
"Hnk, No prob." Rufus beamed.
"Wade…" Kim said, calling him up on the Kimmunicator, "… can you analyze this soil?"
"Sure. Scoop some onto the Kimmunicator's specimen drawer…" Wade replied. Kim did as asked.
"He said specimen…" Ron snickered childishly to Kim.
"Ewww, Ronny, gross!" Kim replied, a slight smile on her face.
"Got it." Wade cried."This dirt contains minerals from a region of the Canadian Rockies. If it was on Shego's shoes, I may be able to pinpoint a location. I'll let you know as soon as I get something…"
"Please and thank you…" Kim sweetly replied. "You rock!"
"Will let you know what we come up with, Dr. Bunson." Kim stated, addressing the scientist.
"Thank you for your help, Miss Possible, and Mr. …ah, Stobbable." Replied the doctor, questioning.
"Doctor Dude! You remembered my name! BOOYAH!"
end - Fist wants KP dead? Has he gone insane? Dr. D building Ron & Rufus synthobots? Shego watches Agony County? Ron Reager plays drums? Catch the next installment of 'Don't Touch My Monkey' for answers to all life's questions! THANKS!