After Kim's explosion at the mall, Becky Biggins got the picture and decided to walk out on the wedding (after putting some ice on her swollen lip). Being her freakish self, she departed with these last words:
"I have NEVER made the mistake of attempting to work with such an abnormal couple! You might think you'll be better off without me, but mark my words, Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable, this wedding will be the most difficult task you will ever face or my name isn't Rebecca Hildegarde Biggins! Just wait and see!"
Shaking her fist and screaming this as she stormed away, Becky did not realize it when she walked onto the middle of the road and almost got run over by a Smarty Mart truck. She was then given a citation and $700 fine for jaywalking. Needless to say the police officer did not feel sorry for her.
The mid-twenty aged hero felt bad for hurting the wedding planner, though she had bounced back faster than Shego. Her entire family and the Stoppables agreed that the result it triggered was best for everyone.
A small private island, Europe:
"Give it up, Senior!"
"Miss Possible, I refuse to do that." Señor Senior Sr. gripped the irregular box tightly. "You see, with this contraption I will be able to freeze the aging process and stay as I am today forever. Admittedly, I have more fine lines than I used to, but this more sinister look becomes me."
Kim leapt up on the table, prepared to wrestle the device away from Señor Senior.
"Why don't you just buy the age stopper thing?" asked Ron. "I mean, I would understand if Drakken stole it, but you're rich."
Suddenly a creepy ringtone sounded.
SSS pulled out a sleek red cell phone from his pocket. The initials "SSJ" flashed brightly.
"You must excuse me momentarily. I must answer my mobile." Evil he may have been, but Senior never failed to use proper manners.
"Hello? Junior! How are you, my son?"
"Junior?" Ron whispered. "Whatever happened to him? We haven't seen him in a while."
Kim shrugged silently, straining to hear the conversation. Rufus scampered closer to the villain, but the two humans could only hear Senior's side of the dialogue.
"Yes, of course the crowd loves you. You are my son after all. Yes, I would like to hear them cheering."
A loud, blasting roar was heard through the phone. It was a combination of voices shouting "Boo!" and cries of pain. Then came Junior's overexcited squeal. "This is all because of me, Father! I cannot believe my dream has come true!"
A minute later the villain hung up. "Junior finally became a pop sensation?" Ron asked doubtfully.
"No. He has been hired by the federal prison. He performs outdated pop songs for the nation's biggest criminals. They say it is a, uh, part of their punishment." Senior snickered. "Whatever makes my son happy."
"So Junior's been hired to torture other villains," the heroes said simultaneously. "It figures."
Kim resumed her plan.
The villain noticed the ring on her third finger. Its sparkle had been intensified thanks to a skylight directly overhead.
"Ah, so the monkey man was correct! The famous Kim Possible is finally settling down to a nice mansion by marrying a European billionaire?" he assumed.
An are-you-serious? Look from the naked mole rat dismissed this idea.
"Oh, I suppose it is just the trusty partner who inspired me to be evil. Tell me more. The lives of my arch enemies interest me deeply."
"I have got to stop wearing this thing on missions!" Kim mumbled.
"Yeah, you should," agreed Ron. "You could lose it. Do you have any idea how much that cost?"
Another thought occurred to Kim.
"Lord Monkey Fist told you? Since when do you collaborate with other villains?"
"There is a new villainous poker club," the man explained nonchalantly. "I got a free membership. You see, they have door prizes and-" an idea came to Señor Senior. "Why do we not strike a deal? I shall return this anti-aging machine to you in exchange for you giving your diamond ring to me."
Kim stared wonderingly. "Why do you want my ring?" It did not seem to have any evil powers.
"This is all just a matter of business, Miss Possible. Now, are you up for the trade?"
"Dude, I never took you for the kind of super villain who wears women's jewelry," the freckled crime fighter remarked.
The cell phone rang again. Though Senior did not pick up, the phone was in auto answer mode.
"Hello Mr.- I mean, Señor Senior. This is James from the brokerage firm again."
The villains eyes grew wide. He tried to disconnect the phone.
"I don't think so!" Kim snatched the device away from him.
The caller continued on speaker:
"Sir, I just called to tell you that we rechecked your assets and, er, you're officially bankrupt. Please get back to me at 631.…"
No one was listening. Kim, Ron, and Rufus were dumbstruck while Senior rubbed his forehead resentfully.
"You're- you're broke?" Kim finally spoke.
"How can that be? I thought he was a powerful billionaire." Ron was in disbelief.
"That is true," Senior admitted. "I was a billionaire. Now I have not a penny to my name."
"Then how come you still have the lair?"
"The mansion is owned under Junior's name, he makes his own earning. I entrusted it to him when he turned 25."
"So that's why you stole the age machine," Kim realized.
"And that must be why he wanted your ring too, so he could sell it and make some cash!"
"I am guilty of this. One of my lesser crimes," the villain confessed.
"I just want to know one thing," she requested. "How did it happen?"
Senior sighed. "I will only say that I shall that my gambling days are over, with the exception of poker night every Thursday. Anyhow, this is not something I wish to advertise. Especially not to the billionaires club, you understand?"
"No," Ron said thickly.
This time Kim sighed. "He wants us to keep it a secret that he's bankrupt."
Understanding dawned on him.
"How about an exchange?" Senior offered. "You keep your lips sealed and the anti-aging machine is yours to give back to its proper owner."
"I don't think so!" the hero disagreed. Rufus had already heaved the device away from the villain's inattentive eye under Kim's direction.
Ron was inspired. "I have a better idea. We keep our lips sealed and you don't do any villainous activities and evil plan-hatching anymore."
Sr. chuckled. "But I have been evil for so long- that is like asking a fish not to swim."
"All right." Kim countered. "Then let's say…the end of the summer."
"Fine. I assume you shall keep your side of the bargain?"
The team had an emergency conference.
"This would keep him out of the way during the wedding," Ron pointed out.
"True, but he's a villain. We can't trust him."
"It's a chance we have to take."
"Yeah!" Rufus squeaked.
"Then its settled. Senior, we have a deal." Kim shook his hand.
On a supersonic jet over the Atlantic:
"Thanks for the ride, Justine! I mean, lending us the NASA jet and all."
Justine Flanner half-smiled on the self-automated aircraft's communication screen.
"Thank you, Kim! It's the least I can do after you convinced me to take a vacation for once. I never thought Egypt could be so fascinating."
"No big!"
"Really, Kim. Who knew there were instructions on how to create a black hole buried underneath the pyramids of Giza?"
Ron perked up at this. "Pizza! Did you say pizza? I could sure go for some now. Haven't eaten in-" He glanced at his watch, only to find he was not wearing one. "A very long time."
"No, Ron," Kim corrected. "Giza, as in Africa."
"As in no cheesy goodness?"
The two women shook their heads.
"What do you mean, 'a very long time'? You ate, like, an hour ago."
"Its easy to run out of fuel when you're saving the world!"
Rufus rubbed his belly hungrily. "Mmm! Pizza!"
Kim sighed. "Okay, okay. You can have your pizza- after we jump!"
Ron looked confused. "But we don't have any para- whoaaa!"
They landed in the Possibles' spacious backyard.
Taking off her helmet, Kim heard a piercing murderous scream.
"What was that?" Ron glanced around nervously.
"I- I don't know. We better check it out."
Stealthily they crept into the house.
"There's nobody here!" Ron said a little too loudly.
"Ssh!" Kim put a hand over his mouth. There was a breathing noise coming from the front room.
Silently they tiptoed in.
On the floor was Mrs.Dr.Possible looking like she had just experienced a heart attack.
"Mom?" Kim said worriedly. "Are you okay?"
Mrs.P nodded. "Fine, Kimmie. A little flustered, that's all. I could use a glass of water though."
"Way ahead of you, Mrs.Dr.P." Ron disappeared into the kitchen. Momentarily it occurred to Kim that Ron did not know what to callher mother, either.
Her mom tried to get up, but sank to the ground again weak-kneed.
Kim dragged her up and lifted her to the couch.
The brain surgeon laughed. "I guess I've got my fair share of post-traumatic stress. Nothing serious."
"What happened?"
"Well, I was in here fluffing up the cushions when I saw the twins coming up the street."
"And?"
"They were with those special friends of theirs- don't see why they have to walk home together, the boys have been doing it since they were six," Mrs. Possible grumbled. "I was watching through the window to keep an eye on them and those girls were- were-"
"Yes?"
"Holding their hands!" Dr. P wailed as if it was a crime against humanity.
Kim released a long held breath. "What's so awful about that? Ron and I have been doing it since PreK."
"Oh, Kimmie, you and Ron are different. Jim and Tim are so naïve."
The crime fighter did not feel like arguing. After all, it had been unachievable to stop the wrath of Mr.Dr.P when she was dating.
"Promise you won't take this too seriously, Mom?"
"I…need an aspirin. And I'll try not to fly off the handle if it makes you feel better."
Kim quickly hugged her mother and went to get the medicine.
BEEP BEEP BEEBEEP!
"Yes Wade?"
"Kim, get this! Sources tell me that Senor Senior Sr. has filed for bankruptcy!"
"Old news," Kim said wearily.
"Oh. There's something else too. Check your email. Your inbox is flooded!"
"No way. You programmed my mail space to be unlimited, remember?"
"That's what I thought."
Kim checked her mail. There were 7,862,971 unread messages.
Her jaw dropped. "Seven million messages? Can't you filter out the junk mail or something?"
"I already have filtered out the spam," Wade cried helplessly.
"Hold on a sec." Kim logged onto her own website, a task she had hardly ever done since the Supergenius started running the site.
An unblock able pop-up ad covered most of the screen. In bold, colorful words flashed the following words:
YOU CAN BE PART OF KIM POSSIBLE'S WEDDING!
Thoroughly confused, she clicked on the advertisement. It linked her to a page with complete information.
Enter for the opportunity of a lifetime! Kim Possible has helped us all. Now its YOUR chance to help HER! Be a part of the super hero's wedding. That's right, she and her lifelong best friend (everybody's favorite sidekick) are finally tying the knot. Why wait til after the wedding to wish them well, when you can be in on the action? People of all ages may enter. All you have to do is send a creative explanation of why you deserve to be in Kim Possible's wedding to this email address: (Kim's private email was listed.) So start thinking! Who knows? You might be celebrating with Kim, Ron, and of course Rufus, the naked mole rat extraordinaire, on the big day!
Shock washed over her and was replaced with anger.
"Wade, posting the engagement was tolerably bad but this has gone way over the line!"
"I didn't do it!" the teenager said defensively. "In fact, I'd love to know who did. Your site has always been pop-up proof. Virtually unchangeable, except by me. High security! Do ya hear me? High security!" He looked on the edge of reason himself.
"Chill, Wade," she pacified though calming down was the last thing on her mind.
At that moment Ron returned from delivering the water to Mrs.Dr.P. He looked as freaked out as the other two.
"Kim!" he whispered as if someone might overhear. "Do you realize the models from the suntan-in-a-can commercial are standing in your living room?"
Kim found her normal voice. "Oh, that's just the tweebs' 'special friends.' Names are Kelly and something-or-other. Who cares? Take a look at this!" She pulled him to the Kimmunicator screen.
Ron underwent a rainbow of facial expressions while reading the ad.
"Everybody's favorite sidekick," he murmured at the end. "For once I get some credit- yes!"
Kim stared incredulously. "Don't you get it? Some madman has turned our wedding into a… cereal box sweepstakes! Doesn't that upset you?"
"Of course it does. I don't want some crazed fan to be a part of the ceremony. Clearly a deranged lunatic set this up. I'm thinking Monkey Fist."
"No, Ron," Wade appeared on the upper half of the screen. "A very intelligent deranged lunatic. Someone who knows how to penetrate my system."
Ron scratched his head. "I don't know. They sure don't sound smart. 'You might be celebrating with Kim, Ron, and Rufus.' I mean, the guy-or girl- didn't even mention Wade, and he runs everything!"
"You're right," the genius admitted. "They didn't mention me. Yet they must be the computer-oriented type. Maybe someone's out to get me! An old classmate from high school or college or even grammar school; they might hold a grudge because I passed them up academically!"
"Wade, let's not jump to conclusions," Kim rationalized. "That's ridiculous- who would be against you just because you're smarter than them?"
Rufus and Ron both wore looks that said 'It must be a geek thing.'
The boy typed frantically on his keyboard, then stopped. "What have they done! I can't even access the site anymore, let alone get rid of this stupid contest ad."
"You can't trace who did it?"
"No!"
"We could tell the police," Ron suggested. "This has to be illegal."
"Yeah, right," Wade said sarcastically. "The people who leave saving the world to us. I'm sure they'll be a big help."
Kim's brothers and their friends came bursting in.
"Jim, Tim, you guys are good with computers, right?" she asked.
"Duh!" They confirmed in unison.
Wade explained the problem.
"Sounds easy," Jim said. "Nothing compared to programming the school intercom to play a recording of the principal singing in the shower."
"You did that?" Ron was genuinely awed.
One of the girls laughed. "Actually, we did. I do not think we have introduced ourselves. I'm Callie."
"And I'm Hallie," the other chimed in. "We moved here from Santa Monica Beach a few months ago."
"California, I never would have guessed," Kim said. "You look similar. Are you sisters?"
Callie (or was it Hallie?) grinned. "No, only best friends, but we get that a lot. We were born on the same day-"
"At the same hour-"
"In the same hospital-"
"And we do everything together now."
"Aren't they great?" Tim asked dreamily over one of the girl's shoulder.
His twin looked frustrated. "I can't get in! Hallie, you want to give it a try?"
The team doubted Hallie could even type her own name with her perfectly manicured nails.
She stared hard for a second, then hit the keyboard Wade-style. "There! The ad has been removed from your site, Kim."
Surprising! Kim and Ron feared Wade would go crazy over the fact that a high school girl had surpassed him, though she was his age. He chose different words instead.
"Uh, by any chance do you girls happen to have any other best friends?"
Hallie giggled. "I have a cousin in Miami who would love to chat with you online, I'm sure."
Wade giggled back. Kim rolled her eyes. At least the contest problem was fixed… almost.
"What are we going to do about those poor heartbroken people who already entered?" Ron wondered.
"They ought to get a life," Jim said. "Why would they want to be in your wedding? I don't even want to stand around wearing a goofy tuxedo in your wedding."
Hallie frowned. "But Jimmy, I was looking forward to wearing my new summer floral gown as your date."
"I can't wait to be in your wedding!" Jim relented.
Callie clicked on a random email entry. "Aww, this one is so cute! You guys should watch it."
Kim shook her head vigorously. "Uh-uh. We can't get involved in this stupid fake contest. Next thing you know, we'll be picking a winner."
"Oh, come on, KP. One entry won't hurt," Ron insisted. "By the way, I never got my pizza. I want that pizza!"
Kim gave up. (Ron decided to have his pizza after watching.)
The entry was a video mail. A young girl, about PreK age, filled the screen. "My name is Claire Johnson, and you should pick me! I'm Kim Possible's biggest fan!" she exclaimed as if reading from a cue card on the other side of the camera. She scowled, apparently at the cameraperson.
"No, I'm not! Kim Possible was cool last week, Mommy. I like Rufus now." (Rufus grinned victoriously.)
Gotta give her points for honesty.
She gave up the argument, beginning to sing a song. "I recognize this," Kim realized. "It's Say the Word. I sang it at the school talent show."
"And I wrote it!" Ron said. The molerat glared. "Okay, Rufus wrote the lyrics. But I did the music!"
The little girl had a very good singing voice for her age. The performance was pretty adorable. Until the final note.
Something about the end of the song gave everyone a weird feeling. It was eerie, hypnotizing in a way. Not like the way Kim used to sing it.
"Wow. That was wonderful," Ron sounded entranced.
"Yes." Kim was also zombie-like. "She is the clear winner. We must make her the winner"
"I will notify the contestant at once," Wade shared the monotone voice.
Jim, Tim, Hallie, and Callie, nodded. They were in the same state.
"She is the winner."
Mrs. Possible walked into the room, glancing sideways at the Californian girls.
"Hi everyone. I feel somewhat better. Nana sent lemon squares, by the way. Does anybody want one?"
Everybody snapped out of it. Kim blinked rapidly to shake the weird feeling.
"Yeah, sure," the Tweebs said, completely forgetting the contest entry.
Mrs. Possible gave extra-large squares to Callie and Hallie, in hopes of corrupting their attractively thin figures.
"It's not pizza," Ron said slowly. "But I never turn down Nana Possible's lemon squares. Why not?" He helped himself.
Kim felt oddly like she had missed something. She couldn't remember anything past Callie deleting the contest ad.
For reasons unknown, Madam Bonita's freaky prediction surfaced in her head, followed by Becky Biggins' ill wishes.
Somebody wanted to sabotage the wedding, that was for sure.
As always, point out any confusing parts and I will try to clear them up.