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.

Ron came out of the kitchen with a bowl of chili that read '6 alarm' on the side. "KP, you won't believe what Pedro just told me," he said as he sat down with his own meal to join them.

"What did our junior chef have to say?" Kim asked with a smile.

"His grandmother used to work at Middleton High," Ron grinned, "in the lunchroom."

"That's nice," mumbled Kim around her taco as she winked at Bill, who was sharing Don's meal with a fork and knife and wearing a small bib. Then Kim perked up. "Wait a minute!" she whispered across the table at Ron, leaning in as far as she could. "You don't mean-"

Ron leaned in to meet her and whispered, "He said she used complain constantly about some kid that was trying to get her fired." Ron giggled.

"Amazing!" laughed Kim.

Ron wiped one eye that was starting to tear with the giggling, "Who'da thought."

The twins stared at their parents a moment. "Do you have any idea what's so funny?" asked Don.

"I was hoping you'd know," replied the blonde twin.

Flo piped in as the laughter died down, "Dir- Ms. Possible, was there any business to discuss, or is this purely a social dinner?"

"I wish it could be," Kim managed to stop laughing but was still smiling.

"Whuh-" gasped Mr. Stoppable as Bill darted from one of his pockets to another. "Bill!" he chided as he scooped the quick rodent up. "Your parents are at home."

"Oh," grunted the exotic pet.

Ron set him back on the table by Don's plate, "Enjoy the food. You can see Rufus and Missy later."

"Uh-huh," Bill grunted as he dug into his burger. He ate so fast that he then belched. "Escuze'm."

Kim Possible, Director of Global Justice, smirked. "I need to know what improvements you would make to the vault," she told Flo.

Big Mike's mobile phone rang. "Hello," he smiled into it. Then his face fell, "Thanks."

Mike put his phone away slowly. "That may not be necessary, Kim." He said in his bass voice. "My grandmother's jewels have already been stolen."

Kim looked dumfounded. "Krebs." She wet her lips thoughtfully. "This was more than a favor repaid," She told everyone. "One of the stones in that collection is suitable for use in a large and dangerous weapon."

"What kind of weapon?" asked Anne.

"I can't say just yet." her mother told her. "Components for it have been disappearing for a little while, now."

She looked at her plate a moment, "I had been hoping I was wrong," Kim lifted her head with a determined look in her eyes. "Someone's planning world domination."

"Wow," said Don.

"Yeah," said Mr. Stoppable between bites as though referring to the weather. "We haven't seen that happen in six -maybe seven years."

"Any leads on who might be planning a world takeover, Ms. Possible?" asked Flo.

"Even my short list is too long, Flo," Kim frowned. "I'll have some reports in the morning that should narrow it down." She sighed. "Unless it's someone new, of course."

That thought did not cheer anyone.

After everyone was full, with the exception of Ron and Mike, the twins went home to study and Flo left to investigate the theft while the others stayed and talked some more. They discussed high school and other topics of yesteryear.

"Something confuses me, Ron," said Mike.

"What's that big guy?"

"I thought you hated monkeys."

Ron smiled. "Nah, there was a time I was deathly afraid of 'em, but I never hated them." He started chewing on a Naco that Flo had left behind. "I originally wanted to have monkeys serve the food here, but the health department said I couldn't." Ron smiled as he thought of the monkey ninjas that willingly obeyed him as Master of Tai Shing Pekwar.

Mike then turned to Kim, "Mind if I ask why you kept your maiden name?"

"Isn't it obvious?" asked Kim.

"Actually, that was my idea," said Ron. "Kim Stoppable just sounds wrong. Bad grammar, I guess." After another moment, he said, "I am surprised by one thing in the last 25 years."

"What's that?" asked Mike.

"I kinda thought - at this age - we would all be, well, more buff," Ron made a muscular pose, which was not impressive in the least.

"Where on Earth did you get that idea, Ron?" Kim giggled.

"I have NO idea." Ron shrugged.

Special thanks to my children, Kathleen and James for some of the ideas used in this story.