Disclaimer: This story is based upon characters created by Bob Schooley and Mark McCorkle for Disney. Since this story is set 20plus years later, all the characters under twenty-five years of age are mine.
The Senior Mansion was located on the same Mediterranean island Kim remembered first meeting the Seniors on, years before. Looking at the place, she could still picture the spinning tops of doom. Flo landed the aircraft as instructed by island personnel. It was not long before a butler came out to meet them.
"It's a pleasure, Ms. Possible," he told her. "Señor speaks very highly of you."
"That's very sweet," Kim smiled. "This is my associate, Flo Ming."
"I am Throckmorten," he bowed slightly. "If you would follow me, please."
"How is Senora?" asked Kim as they walked.
"Quite busy, madam," he answered without breaking stride. "She has taken up a new hobby."
Throckmorten brought them to a beach where a man was laying upon a lounge chair and snapping his fingers to some unknown music on his personal player. "Your guests, Señor."
The man sat up angrily. He was deeply tanned and well toned. His hair was immaculately combed and obviously colored black, except for some gray left at the temples as an affectation. "Throckmorten!" His accent was worsened by his ire. "How many times have I told you not to disturb me when I-" He then noticed the women. "Kim?" His mood switched one-hundred-and-eighty-degrees. "Kim Possible!" He hugged Kim with a merciless squeeze. "It is wonderful to see you! Do you like my new beach? You must have dinner with us!"
"Señora is not on the island, Señor," Throckmorten informed him.
"Eh?" Señor seemed confused a moment. "Ah," he scoffed. "Her and her charity work."
"Don't see her much, do you?" asked Kim.
"No." Junior complained. "I tell you, fifteen years of marriage has not softened my little Gumdrop."
"Sounds like her," Kim mused.
"Who is your friend?" the billionaire asked, just now noticing Flo.
"Señor Senior Junior, this is Flo Ming."Flo Ming, Junior." Kim recited.
"Have we met before somewhere?" He asked Flo.
"No, sir." Flo smiled.
"Really?" Junior seemed surprised, "Then perhaps I know your-"
"Junior," Kim interrupted.
"Yes, Kim?" he gazed through her patiently.
"Has anything of yours come up missing recently?" Her lower lip quivered as she asked.
"Missing?" He seemed for a moment not to understand the word. "No, why?" He gasped before she could answer, "Is someone after my valuables!"
"I don't know," Kim admitted. "I was wondering if you knew where all your 'Le Goop' is at."
"I have few things more valuable than the rarest and finest hair gel in the world," said Junior. "Throckmorten, is all my hair gel accounted for?"
"Yes, Señor," The butler pressed down a cowlick as he said so.
"Very well," barked Junior. "All is well" he told Kim.
Kim Possible sighed.
Kim and Flo stayed just long enough to be polite and flew back to Global Justice Headquarters.
Special thanks to my children, Kathleen and James for some of the ideas used in this story.