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.

Once they settled on the beach, Don stretched out on the sand. "Oh, this feels good!"

Anne gave him a soft but quick kick.

Don sat up so quickly; he had to readjust his bike helmet. "What!"

Mr. Stoppable said, "Stealth, kids. We want to keep surprise on our side." He keyed his handheld computer. "Wade, directions, please."

Looking at Wade on the screen, surrounded by equipment, reminded Ron of the old days. "About two miles north. I don't think it's operational yet, but it soon should be," said Wade.

"Thanks, Wade." Then Ron added, "Love your hat."

Wade smiled and rolled his eyes, "Good luck, team."

"This way, Kids," Mr. Stoppable started down the beach.

"Mr. Stoppable?" said Flo. "North is that way." She pointed inland.

"Good work," was the elder man's response, as he turned to lead them inland.

"Anything we should know about this 'Bonnie', Dad?" asked Anne.

"She spent most of High School trying to outdo your mom." Mr. Stoppable remembered. "They were both constantly competing." He frowned, "It got nasty on occasion."

"So she's competitive, jealous, and nasty?" asked Don as they walked.

"Actually, your mom was the nasty one." Then Mr. Stoppable coughed. "Don't tell her I said that."

"Can we use these things against her?" asked Flo as they entered a cave at the base of the mountain.

"Keep her mad," Ron smiled.

They quietly went into the cave until they saw artificial light ahead, some of it pulsing and flashing.

There was a large chamber inside the mountain, with a huge device inside. Parts of it were flashing. Men in ballet outfits were still tending most of it.

Near the base of the device was a throne. On the throne sat a woman. She had long brown hair. On her head was a jeweled tiara. She looked about thirty-five, was well tanned and toned and wore a pink dress with a poof skirt and ballet slippers.

"She let her hair grow," whispered Mr. Stoppable matter-of-factly.

"That dress is so millennium," whispered Anne.

"Throckmorten!" yelled Queen Prima.

"Coming, Señora." Throckmorten rushed up to the throne from somewhere the group could not see.

"Are we ready yet?" barked the Queen.

"Señor has been difficult, your Highness." Throckmorten bowed. "I will set the parameters now."

"It's just like him to hold me up." Bonnie complained.

"This could be our chance," Mr. Stoppable told the team. "We may be able to get Junior to work with us."

"Can you kids find him while your Dad and I handle things here?" asked Flo quietly.

"Sure," said Anne.

"Absolute," said Don.

"Sounds like a plan." smiled Mr. Stoppable. "Watch out for the Piranha lagoon."

"Piranha Lagoon!" whispered Anne.

"What kind of lame trap is a Piranha Lagoon?" asked Don as the kids went down another corridor.

Ron decided not to say a word.

"Frontal attack?" Flo whispered.

"At the right time," Ron agreed. He retreated back into the cave they had come in through and activated his handheld. "Wade, what's the best way to disarm this thing?"

"There should be a large pulsing core," Wade explained.

Flo nodded at Ron as she heard Wade.

"It should be disarmed once that core is destroyed."

"Thanks, Wade." said Ron.

"So we keep our eye on that prize," Flo gestured at the flashing core as Ron stepped back up to the ledge.

"Unless Junior can stop her."

"Do you think he can?"

"I don't know," said Mr. Stoppable. "It's worth a shot."

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