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.

Señor Senior, Jr. was depressed. When he had finally faced the fact that he would never become a pop star, despite buying a major record company, he had been sad for a month. But now, he sat in his favorite chair, looking down at a jar of 'Le Goop'. The very last jar in the world. His staff had been stealing from him.

He found out a few hours after a very nice visit from Kim Possible, one of his oldest friends. Sure, the early years of their friendship were quite complicated, but he considered her a good friend. She was a good person. If not for Kim, he would never have met his lovely wife.

When Junior realized his staff had been stealing, he wanted to sack them all immediately. Bonnie insisted that they should get a week's notice.

"Alas, 'Le Goop,' I knew you well," he spoke solemnly.

"Shakespeare," said a female voice.

"Hamlet, maybe?" said a male.

Junior turned and looked behind his chair. In the doorway to his study, stood two teenagers.

"Can I help you?" the older man asked.

"We sure hope so, Mr. Senior," said the redheaded freckle face boy. The boy looked familiar somehow, but Junior could not place the face. Not until he looked at the girl. Blonde hair set around an even more familiar face.

"Do I know your parents?" The man asked carefully.

"That's right, Sir," the girl stepped into the room. "I'm Anne Stoppable. This is my brother, Don."

"Your mother was here yesterday," his mouth turned back up a little.

"Mr. Senior," said Don.

"Señor Senior," Junior corrected.

"Senior Senior," Don repeated, "It seems your wife is planning to take over the world."

Junior was shocked; "My gumdrop could not do that to me!"

"Gumdrop?" said Anne without thinking.

The man put his head in his hand, "She hates being called 'Bon-bon'," he explained. "And she knows how it killed me to see father try plan after plan after plan." He shook his head, "No. It is not true."

"Sir," said Anne. "She has a mind control device in a cavern below. We have seen it."

"It's huge. Flashing lights, the works!" said Don as he stepped up.

"The basement," the man thought aloud. "I'll come with you."

"You had all better come with me, Señor," said Throckmorton firmly. No one had seen him at the door.

Throckmorten presented them to his Queen in the basement cavern.

"Bonnie, what have you done to our rumpus room?" Junior cried when he was brought in.

"Shut up, Dear," Bonnie barked. "So," She said slowly. "It's not hard to guess whose brats these are." She frowned, "Kim Perfect knows of my plan already!"

Watching with Flo from their hiding place, Ron whispered, "Ready, Chippie?"

Flo was surprised to see a monkey appear in a small crag near him wearing martial arts apparel. It silently gave a thumbs-up sign.

Ron turned to Flo, "Here we go." He then yelled out a battle cry, "Monkey Ninjas, Attack!"

They came from everywhere. They surrounded the device and it's royal operator, as well as the butler and his prisoners.

A monkey dressed as a ninja stopped each leotard-clad henchman in his tracks.

"That's Impossible!" cried Queen Prima.

Ron jumped into a flip from his perch and landed near his children with a high round kick flourish. "You've known us this long, and you're still surprised?"

"Where did they all come from!" she gasped.

"Hello! Bon," Ron tapped his own head, "They're Ninjas. Do you ask magicians how they do their tricks?"

"In a few moments, I won't need to ask," Bonnie smiled. "Just a little more warming up and you won't be able to stop me, even with force!"

The lights that had been flashing on and off over Bonnie turned into beams that connected with the crystals on her crown. Queen Prima's eyes widened gleefully as she spread her will across the globe

Everywhere, people stopped what they were doing.

Mothers paused in their tasks.

Children stopped their playing.

Students ceased their studies.

Everyone stopped and absorbed the thoughts of their new leader.

The population of the world all said together, "Kim Possible is a loser."

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