To My Readers:

Unfortunatly I ran into a few plot holes in my story, and thus will be starting over again. I hope you enjoy this new-and-improved version as much as the older version.

Chapter One – Field Trip

"Kim Possible always defeats me, and it vexes me so."
A middle-aged man, about forty, paced around the pitch-black room.
"If only I… whoa!"
He slipped on something, and, with a loud thud, landed on the soft padding lining the floor.
The lights suddenly switched on, and an eighteen-year-old woman walked through the door.
"Yeah, ever thought of turning the lights on?"
The man got up, and looked at himself in the small shabby mirror in the northwest corner of the room.
The man that looked back, who did not look a year over 35, had pale-blue skin, black, black pupils for eyes, with gigantic sags underneath, and a scar stretching from his eye to his cheek.
"Do you know how I got this scar, Shego?"
The woman had pale-green skin, green pupils, green… everything, right down to her clothing and hair, which was deep, dark, so dark that you wouldn't noticed it unless you were two centimetres away… of cause, if you actually got that close, she would rip you to shreds without hesitation. This was Shego.
"I thought you got it when you went to that villains convention in Tanzania, and the local villain…"
"Shego…"
"Oh, I'm sorry, Dr D., do you want to rant some more?"
The blue dude smiled.
"Thank you."
Dr Drakken resumed pacing.
"One day in 1985…"

"…the World came to Middleton."
"Where did they all stay?"
A teenager with a loose maroon shirt, baggy cargo shorts, yellowish-blond hair, and a pink naked mole rat on one shoulder, was exploring the Middleton Museum, along with a red-haired girl, with a green tank top and the latest Club Banana jeans. A man who could be easily mistaken for a commando was at the front of a group filled with about thirty students, ranging from the black-haired Indo-Malaysian Zeta Flores, to the classically dressed Shakespearian actor Malcolm Wraith, to the Bueno Nacho Assistant Manager Ned Flanders.
"Ron Stoppable, front and center!"
The previous private, name of Mr Barkin, loved picking on his least-favourite pupil – Ronald Stoppable.
The maroon-shirted figure parted the crowd.
"Yes, Mr B?"
"The World Expo was held in Middleton in one other year, what was it?"
"Er… 1984?"
"1903, Stoppable! I'll expect to see a full five-page report on that expo due by tomorrow. That's everyone. No exceptions."
Groans echoed through the room.
"I will hear no complaints, because every complaint I hear adds another page to your report. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, Mr Barkin" everyone chanted.

In an old English castle near Manchester, a male humanoid being slightly resembling a monkey, walked down the stairs to his dungeon.
"Lord Fiske, your tea, sir."
A chap reminiscent of Edward Howard hurried down the steps toward his master, holding a platter in one hand and a map in the other.
"Thank you, Simms."
Fiske grabbed the teapot with one hand and the teacup with the other.
"And sir…"
"Yes, Simms?"
"There have been some rumours going around… about…"
"About what, Simms?"
"… about… your condition…"
"You mean my tumour in the left hemisphere that I'm going to have removed next Tuesday?"
"No… your… your… eccentric genetic modifications."
"You mean these?"
He grabbed the map with his right foot, which was surprisingly simian-like.
"You mean how I 'wasted' the family fortune to make myself one with monkey? How I strive to be the ultimate monkey ruler? Let them rumour. Soon they will all bow down to me as Monkey Fist, Ruler of the Monkey World!"

"Listen up, people!"
The previously loudly chatting group silenced themselves as Mr Barkin began to speak.
"Due to a previous accident involving an Electrostatic Illuminator, the Taco stand is out of bounds. Anyone found within two metres of it will suffer dearly. That's two weeks Level Six detention. Do I make myself understood?"
The crowd mumbled "Yes, Mr Barkin" and dispersed.
Ron Stoppable and the red-haired girl, who was none other than the world famous Kimberly-Ann Possible, wandered down towards the 15 scale model of the ferris wheel.
"…and so, when school's finished, meet me and Monique at Bueno Nacho?"
"You know it! Nothing could keep the Ronster away from major snackage!"
"Cheese" hollered the naked mole rat.

From the shadows of the old corndog stand, someone watched Kim Possible.
"Oh, by the time you get there, Monkey Fist will have already caught you…"
"Dude, why are you talking to yourself?"
A jock came up to the shadowed figure. With blond hair, clueless face, and large abdominal muscles, this was Brick Flagg, clearly not the brightest bulb in the bunch.
"You've run off on me on like…"
He counted off on his fingers.
"…two times!"
Brick pulled the much resisting body out from the shadows. Slowly, but surely, the person's sleeve came out into the light. A very familiar sleeve indeed…