See-- no angst!
As for the people who have commented on the differences-- yes. Just about everything is the same, EXCEPT for those villains who were created by Team Possible. Gill still exists, of course, and in fact we may be seeing our little amphibian friend. Does Ron Still have Wannaweep issues? Stay tuned...
"OK…" Kim said, "I've just about got it." She had finished unraveling some of the wire and one wire was connected to the door, while the other wire lay by itself, carefully away from anything metal.
"And now?"
"Well, once we get the guard to grab the metal door… I put this wire to it, and we discharge all the juice in the picture tube into him… it should knock him out." Then she sighed, "But we need his key."
"Not at all, young lady…" Senior pulled a small flat metal instrument from his suit. "It has been very long since I indulged, but I believe a lock as simple as this should not take long…once our gorilla friend is removed from the equation."
"You're enjoying this!"
"My dear…boredom is one of the great challenges for the wealthy….so yes, I am."
"Ok…" Kim said. "Now…as soon as we get King Kong over here…"
"What do we do?" Bonnie asked. Ron shook his head.
"I don't know… we can't see the beams, and if they hit us…." He looked around, desperately searching for an idea…then his eyes saw it. The small shed by the mansions playing field.
"hang on…" Ron said, and moved silently over to the shed, opening the door.
"We're going to use gardening tools?" Bonnie asked.
"No…" Ron said, looking around. "We're looking for… here we go." He grinned. "the white powder they use to mark out games on grass." Bonnie's eyes widened in understanding.
"We can use that to see the beams!"
"Yeah…" Ron said, and without a pause, the two teens returned, as Ron took a handful of the white powder and tossed it into the air.
Immediately, the network of sparkling beams became plain, running from a series of previously unnoticed boxes along the edge of the first floor roof. The network was dense, and Ron frowned.
"I might be able to make it…"
"As if." Bonnie said, "You're bigger and you're used to smashing things—I'm the one who should do this."
"Bonnie… it's too dangerous."
"Oh… too dangerous for me, and not for you? Please. I've done routines that were a lot harder than this." Ron paused, and Bonnie continued. "And don't try to talk me out of this."
"Are you scared?"
"Out of my wits!" The cheerleader said without missing a beat. "But we need to get in…now shut up and let me concentrate…" Ron, even through his worry, smiled. Yep. Bonnie was in her "head cheerleader bitch" mode right now. Bonnie took a breath, looked at the lasers, still glowing from where motes of the white powder touched them and were vaporized, and then quickly, moved back a little and leaped up, running forward and engaging in an intricate series of moves that carried her through the deadly web, ending up standing on the back porch, giving a bow to the imaginary crowd. Ron let his breath out, as Bonnie looked around and then gave a laugh, pulling an extension cord from the wall. Ron tossed some more powder, but the lasers were dead.
He quickly moved up to where Bonnie was and gave her a hug.
"You know…don't ever do that again." He said.
"Don't ever get me involved with monkey themed lunatics." Bonnie said, grinning.
"Never again." Ron swore. "Well…not by choice, at least." He continued. Bonnie started to move into the house, but Ron stopped her. "hang on." Ron turned and went to several of the laser emitters and pulled out the connections to the main power cord.
"Just in case anyone gets any bright ideas about just plugging the cord in." Ron said, and for good measure took out his knife and working close to where the cord entered the main junction box for the lasers, severed all the wiring, leaving only a thin strip of insulation holding it on.
"There we go… one exit, now safe for us to use." He grinned.
"So." Bonnie said. "Do you want your drinks shaken, or stirred?"
"Stirred…and actually, after this I think a Naco would do better…." Bonnie punched him in the shoulder.
"No Naco…God, I am going to civilize you one day…:"
"You eat nacos!"
"But I don't obsess over them…"
"Well, you didn't invent them…"
"Thank God…" Bonnie shook her head affectionately. "Less talk, more stalk…you ready?"
"As I'll ever be…" Ron said, and the two slipped in the unlocked back door. Coming out of it, Ron's whispered comment seemed to hang in the air.
"You know, spending all that money on a laser grid and not locking the door? That's kinda dumb…"
"are you finished yet?" Monkey First asked.
"Almost…" Josh said, sketching away. How long would it be before the cops arrived? There was little time before this…conjunction and the monkeys had finished putting the idols in place. "I just need a few more minutes…"
"Well you have ten minutes."
Oh Boy...
"OH Mr. Gorilla?" Kim said from the door. "Could you come here?" The Gorilla lumbered over. Kim gave her most harmless smile, looking up at the Gorilla from the floor. "I've fallen down… could you please come in and put me back on the couch?" The Gorilla didn't see the wires leading from the TV to the door….at the very moment it grabbed the door handle, Kim put a second wire into contact with the door. There was a blue flash and a scream, followed by a thud. The picture tube discharged, Senior set to work with his lock pick, moments later opening the door on the unconscious and smoldering gorilla.
"Eugh…burning hair." Kim muttered. She looked over at Senior. "I guess you should go and get help."
"And leave you?" He asked, "Never."
"But my wheelchair…"
"Is nowhere to be seen, true." Senior mentioned and then scooped Kim up in his arms. Kim squeaked. He hadn't seemed so strong to look at. "But I can carry you."
"But what if I'm too heavy?"
"Young lady, a gentleman never speculates on the weight of a lady and even if I were to stoop to such a level… you are not." With that, Senior turned and he and Kim headed to the other locked doors.
"First, we release the other prisoners…and then we find your paramour…"
"Paramour?" She grinned. "Nobody's ever called Josh that…just my boyfriend."
"You Americans have no sense of romance, I am sorry to say, young lady." He paused, "But now, on to the adventure!"
"You are loving this!" Kim said. Senior had a look of glee on his face that reminded her of the Tweebs when they saw a new gadget.
"My dear…I have not had such fun in years… poor Junior, he decided not to come with me because he feared the boredom of a museum party!" with that, Senior and Kim headed out to free the other prisoners.
TBC