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.
A large pink shimmer appeared over Bonnie's head. It coalesced into the form of a pale skinned woman with short hair wearing a Global Justice uniform and holding a large rock beneath her. "Oops!" Flo let the rock drop directly onto the core of the apparatus. She continued to glow as she floated over the device.
The rock, which looked so large that she could not have held it, crushed the equipment core. The beams that had been shining on Queen Prima intensified. Then they kept on intensifying.
Bonnie's face contorted from an evil grin, to a horrific grimace of pain.
As a high-pitched squeal slowly rose from the huge device and intensified, her mouth slowly opened into a soundless scream. Portions of the device started to spark and sputter. Arcs of electricity erupted from what was left of the core.
Flo flew quickly back up to the ledge that had hidden the group earlier.
Monkeys and humans everywhere ran for cover from the device as it seemed to become even more unstable. Queen Prima just sat on her throne, suffering.
The explosion was impressive, though not as large as many expected.
Bonnie was thrown clear of her throne. "Ouch," she said slowly, drawing out the word in a moan as she pushed herself up. A small portion of the destroyed tiara was stubbornly clinging to her hair.
"Hi, Bonnie," Ron said as he offered her a hand up.
"Hi," said Bonnie as she took his hand.
"So," said Ron as though they had just bumped into one another on the street, "What was that about?"
Bonnie blinked at him a moment as though unsure of what he was asking. Then she opened up, "Do you know often I still have to hear how great your wife is?" She raised her hands in frustration, "Every day, my husband tells me some great thing she did at some time or another."
"She did introduce you guys," Ron pointed out tenderly.
Bonnie seemed not to hear. "Then there's the News!" She now held her hands to her head and grabbed portions of hair. "One thing after another!" She screamed. "It was the only thing I hadn't tried yet. The only way left to beat her!"
"Well, you won't have to hear it anymore!" said Junior indignantly. "This violates several sections of our prenuptial agreement, Bonnie!" He crossed his arms in front of himself, "We are through!"
Bonnie gasped, "Lambykins!" she ran up to him, got down on one knee and took one of his hands. "You can't mean that!"
"I can and I do," he took back his hand and walked out of the room.
Bonnie ran after him, "But Peachbottom!"
"Tell it to my lawyer's hand," Junior said as they disappeared from sight.
"It looks like she shouldn't be any more trouble," said Anne.
Special thanks to my children, Kathleen and James for some of the ideas used in this story.