Disclaimer: This story is based upon characters created by Bob Schooley and Mark McCorkle for Disney. Since this story is set 25 years later, all the characters under twenty-five years of age are mine.
The three held hands again at Flo's instruction before leaving the cave. "Close your eyes a moment," she then asked. The pink light was visible even with their eyes closed. "OK."
When the twins opened their eyes they were at a small airport standing next to the aircraft that had brought them to the beach.
"Whoa-hoh", shouted Don.
"You could have teleported in there then?" asked Anne.
"Nah," Flo scoffed, "I've never been there before. Besides I get nervous just thinking about missing the open space."
"Yuck," said Don.
"Blech," punctuated the rodent in his pocket.
"Hey! Feeling better, Bill?" asked Don.
"Mm-hmn" grunted the hairless pet.
"You did great back there, Bill," said Anne as they climbed aboard the aircraft.
Flo sat in the cockpit and started the pre-flight sequence.
"So how come you didn't fly us there?" asked Don.
"There was no place on that beach to land," answered Flo as the engines started. "That's part of what makes that place so secure."
"So what's getting all that security?" asked Anne.
"I don't know yet," said Flo.
They were soon back in Middleton. The twins directed Flo to the best place to land in proximity to their dad's restaurant, Pellone Allegre.
The restaurant itself was an odd cross between a fine restaurant and a taco/hamburger stand. The theme was monkeys.
They were pictured everywhere. Faux jungle vegetation framed murals, photos, mannequins and plush toy renditions of monkeys throughout the establishment.
As the three entered, the maitré'd led them to a booth that was already occupied by a huge man and a woman. Both were in their early forties.
"I can't thank you enough for getting all this fancy security for my grandma's jewelry, Ms. Possible," said the large man. He seemed tall enough to have to duck most ceilings. He had shoulders to match.
"Don't be silly, Big Mike. Call me Kim," the redhead blushed. "Besides, it's the least I can do since you took care of Shego for me that one time back in high school."
He laughed, "Well, I am big."
Kim turned to the approaching youths, "Hey kids, did agent Flamingo treat you all right?"
"Fine, Mom," said Anne.
The twins looked at Flo as though with new eyes.
"It's an old nickname," Flo said, blushing. Then to Kim, "We got through completely, Director." She handed the coupon over.
"No need for titles here," Kim took the paper and set it on the table.
"Then please call me Flo," she sat down next to the giant while the twins slid in on the other side. "What is a 'Gorilla Meal', anyway?"
"It's a sampler platter, big enough for three people," Answered Kim.
"Or me," added Mike.
"Then I'll be glad to share," smiled Flo.
Then a noise came out of the kitchen. "Sing a song of cooking hamburgers and pies," Ron Stoppable sang as he brought out a large tray full of food. "The usual, everyone?" he handed out the plates without waiting for a response.
"Super salsa naco for Annie," Ron barked. "Cheeseburger with sweet relish for the Don and, of course, a set of Kimcos for the love of my life!"
"Kimcos?" asked Mike.
"Regular tacos with extra cheese, light sauce..." Kim then glanced about the table," and mayonnaise," she whispered while looking downward coyly.
"And for our guests, two Gorilla meals." after laying down the two full plates, Ron rushed back into the kitchen.
Special thanks to my children, Kathleen and James for some of the ideas used in this story.