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 twins went straight to Global Justice Headquarters after school, by way of the tube outside the old Bueno Nacho. Mom wasn't back from a mission yet, so they visited in the lab a while. Dr. Load was sipping a soda while he ran a test on a piece of cloth. Socrates, his naked mole rat, was reviewing the figures on the screen with him.
"Checking for washabilty, Doc?" asked Anne.
"Yeah, looking under the label works for me," quipped Don.
"Hi kids!" said the rodent as he exchanged a high five with Bill.
"I'm trying to work the bugs out of this old thing," said Dr Load.
"Um, It's cloth, Doctor," Anne pointed out.
"Cloth made of weaved nanocircuitry," he shot back with a smile, "It can change shape, repair itself, and manipulate energy. Your mom wore this suit a couple times."
"Wow, kick butt gym wear," said Don.
"But it still has bugs?" Asked Anne.
"Big ones," confirmed the scientist.
"Like what?" asked Don.
"Let's just say your mom didn't enjoy wearing it the last time," Wade frowned.
The Director herself walked in the lab just then.
"Hey Mom, I think I did well on my test." said Don.
"Wheee," asserted Bill.
"That's don, Nice," Kim said in a distracted as she woke up one of the terminals from its energy conserving sleep and opened a file. "The perpetrator was twenty-three years old." She turned to the scientist, "How can tell that from hair, Wade?"
"You probably wouldn't understand." He finished putting away the cloth sample, "How did it go with Junior?"
"He says he isn't missing any hair gel," She sulked.
"But can we believe that?" said Flo as she walked in.
"I can usually tell when Junior's trying to fool us," mused Kim.
"Yeah, not much of a poker face on him," agreed Flo.
Kim stroked her chin, "But I'm betting he could be fooled."
"He was trusting his butler to count his supply," scoffed Flo.
"But the butler is at least thirty-five," said Director Possible.
An alert came up on the terminal.
"Uh-oh. Trouble" said Socrates.
"Another robbery!" exclaimed Flo.
"In progress," added Ms Possible. "That's the final component!" She looked at Flo with daggers in her eyes, "We need this stopped."
Flo examined the screen to seal the location in her mind before she ran out.
Kim looked over at her eager children, thoughtfully, lovingly, and with determination and concern. "Go!" she said before Flo had left the room.
The twins excitedly followed after the agent.
Special thanks to my children, Kathleen and James for some of the ideas used in this story.