The 'secret' lair of Dr. Drakken, somewhere in Greenland:
A blue villain paced back and forth across the drab, high-ceilinged lair. His green tinted sidekick sat filing her nails calmly.
"So you're telling me that I am the sole reason Kim Possible is alive!" he growled.
Shego shook her head in the usual sarcastic manner. "No, something tells me Kimmie's parents had a lot to do with it also. Why did you get those two together in the first place?"
Drakken paled an even lighter shade. "Well, I… um- That's too complicated for a non-genius like you to understand!"
Shego snorted. "Yeah right, I stopped believing that one ages ago, Mr. Genius. Who's the one who did all that research to verify if Kim's computer nerd was telling the truth in that email?"
The mad scientist crossed his arms like a child throwing a tantrum.
"So what? I'm the one who read the email."
"Yeah, after I figured out how to access your account for you."
"Aargh! You win. Why do sidekicks have to be so lippy?" Drakken mumbled defeatedly.
"All right Shego. The reason I set up Possible with future Possible was so that they would get something going and as soon as James dumped her she would come crying to me and…"
Shego laughed. "And what? You were actually in love with our enemy's mom?"
"Need I remind you, the brat wasn't around back then. We could have made it work! I may have not even turned evil if they'd broken up like a normal college couple."
"Dr. D, I've always found you a bit eccentric, but this jumps right on the weird wagon."
"Come on, have you seen those blue eyes? They make every other woman fade in comparison."
"They do, do they?" Shego raised a glowing hand.
"Of course, yours are much better," Drakken added quickly. "What can I say, Shego? Player's got to play."
Shego rolled her eyes. Before she could lecture him on being too old to act hip again, there was a knock on the door.
The green woman looked up at the surveillance camera to see the visitor.
"Delivery for Drew Lipsky," a man carrying a large box called out.
"Yes, that's me. Leave it on the ground," Drakken said impatiently.
"I can't leave until you sign it, company orders," the man responded.
Drakken stepped out into the continuous blizzard complaining about how his day was getting worse and worse.
Shego heard an unexpected squeal come from outside.
"What? What is it!" she got out of her chair, startled.
"Are those banana nut Pixie muffins finally here?"
Drakken returned caked in snow and carrying the box, which blocked his entire front view.
"Guess again, Shego! This is better than banana nut muffins."
"You mean they're chocolate chip muffins?" she asked sarcastically.
"No," Drakken was serious. "This is a package from an old friend of mine."
He chuckled ecstatically. "We go way back."
"How far back?"
"PreK far." He had a dreamy look in his eyes as if cueing a flashback sequence.
Shego couldn't figure it out for the life of her. Not just that Drakken had once been a young, somewhat innocent preschooler but who was this wonderful friend who had waited so long to get in touch?
Toronto, Canada- a school playground:
Children screamed and cried as a green deadly ray shot haphazardly, obliterating the swingset.
"This is low, even for you, Professor Dementor!" Kim shouted through gritted teeth.
"You may think so, but I consider this payback!" the small villain spat. "For the years of torment and torture I endured on this very playground. The stupid kids made fun of me because I was short! Ha! Take a look at me now."
"Dude, you're still three feet tall!" Ron said honestly.
Dementor snarled and aimed his death ray at Ron, who quickly dodged but managed to lose his pants.
"Ron, get the kids safely inside. I'll take care of the big bully!" Kim advised.
"I'm on it, KP!" Ron started guiding children to the safety of the school building.
Kim tried to kung fu her way towards Dementor to shut down his operation but the lightning-fast ray prevented her from doing so.
"Hey, come back here!" Ron yelled at a hysterical boy who was running towards the path of destruction.
As he ran after him, Ron tripped on the stubby figure of Dementor and knocked the villain off his feet.
The ray's aim was thrown off. With no time to lose, Kim picked up a glittery pink doll mirror left behind by a child and put it directly in the destructive beam's path. The machine instantly blew up, charring the villain's red suit at the same time.
"Nice work, Ron! It's all over, Dementor." Kim towered triumphantly over the villain.
"Of course, I meant to do that… sort of." Ron smiled nevertheless.
The villain was taken away in handcuffs, leaving Kim and Ron alone on the playground. Except for…
"Claire!" Kim looked incredulously at the little girl who had somehow found her way into their wedding arrangements.
"What are you doing here, kiddo? You could get hurt," Ron added.
"I heard you were here. Mommy thinks I'm at school, so I made an airplane pilot take me here," she said simply.
"O-kay. What's wrong?"
Claire set her jawline firmly with the air of someone determined to get their job done.
"You do not care about Becky Biggins," she commanded. "You will forget that Becky Biggins' fortune was stolen by the villain Shego. You will not worry about such things. You shall forget I was here. Understand?" Her lips twisted into a smile.
"What are you talking about Claire?"
The girl started singing again. This time is it was not Say the Word; a childrens' nursery rhyme song filled their ears instead.
Claire stopped singing abruptly.
The heroes stood looking confused for a full minute.
Claire turned, picked up a purple lunchbox a child had left on the playground, and skipped away happily towards the school building.
Ron snapped out of it.
"Hey, is that- no, couldn't be."
"Couldn't be what?" Kim inquired, now fully out of her trance.
"Claire Johnson, that little girl who won the contest we never started in the first place. It must have been some other kid. Claire lives in Ohio, doesn't she?"
"Ooh! Amish country!" Rufus shivered.
"Ohio is like, a whole different state," he added.
"Ron, Canada is not a state-"
Before she could say any more the Kimmunicator beeped.
"What's the sitch, Wade?"
"Professor Dementor just broke out of jail."
"That fast?"
"Yeah. Actually, they didn't even get a chance to lock him up. He ran for it as soon as they let him out of the police car. North-northeast of you, you should be able to catch him."
"We're on it." Kim pulled out her rocket skates and prepared to nab the criminal yet again.
"Let me know if you get him," the supergenius requested. "I'm kind of busy right now."
"Doing what?"
Wade quickly mumbled something like, "On a virtual date with Callie and Hallie's friend in Miami. Bye!"
Next Day- Middleton, USA:
"I'm so excited!" Mrs. Possible squealed over the phone.
"Kimmie, you're up, aren't you?"
Kim stretched and yawned.
"It's five-thirty on a Saturday morning, Mom. Any particular reason I should be up?"
"Well, of course you should. I booked us an appointment at Wedding World, remember?"
"Oh yeah." Kim groaned inwardly. "I almost forgot."
"I just can't wait to help pick out all the little things for your wedding! Hurry up and get dressed. I've already called Ron, and Monique's coming for extra advice, too. See you in an hour, Sweetie."
"Sure, Mom."
Wedding World. The place where people went to pick out their wedding stuff. At this rate, she wouldn't be surprised if Wedding World was run by a horde of zombies.
At least it would bring them one step closer to the actual wedding.
55 minutes later:
"Welcome to Wedding World!" A blondish young woman boomed. "We supply all your wedding needs, from invitations to last dance!"
"Why have I heard that voice before?" Kim asked Ron with a sinking feeling.
Jim: "Hey!"
Tim: "It's Adrena Lynn!"
"Extreme teen television star!" they chimed together.
"Didn't we used to watch her show before it got canceled?" Ron recollected.
"Not again!" Kim said. "First the whole Jackie the Jackal thing and now Adrena Lynn is working at Wedding World!"
"Actually, I just go by Lynn now," the saleswoman said. "You're Kim Possible, right? I think we've met before."
"You fail to mention that you tried to hurt Brick Flagg just because I got your show canceled!"
"Too bad," Jim remarked.
"It was a good show," Tim finished.
"Oh, sorry about that," she replied sheepishly. "I got a little carried away with the getting back at you by trapping your boyfriend in a roller coaster gone haywire thing."
Kim was varying shades of red.
"A little carried away! You almost killed him. And for the last time, Brick Flagg was never my boyfriend!"
"I'm really sorry, Miss Possible," Lynn continued. "But I'm sure I can make it up to you. How about a 50 off discount on the bouquets?"
Kim would have done something more if the others had not restrained her.
"A 50 discount- how do they let these goons out of prison?" she muttered under her breath.
Ron patted her arm.
"Let it go, KP. Let it go."
"The first thing we have on display for you is bridesmaid dresses and groomsmen suits."
Lynn led them to a room with several styles of gowns.
"From the general idea Mrs. Possible described for us over the phone, we compiled this excellent selection."
"Aren't they great?" Mrs. Dr. P exclaimed. "Since the wedding's going to be huge, I told them the more dramatic the better."
"I like the beige one over here," spoke Mrs. Stoppable.
The two mothers started browsing through the dresses with Monique, while Mr.P, Mr.S, Ron, and the twins stood around uninterestedly.
"Has the groom found a particular favorite tuxedo?" Lynn prodded.
Ron looked at her boredly.
"Huh? Oh, uh…" he picked up the nearest tuxedo. "Yeah, this one's fine."
"Okay. What do the males in the family think?" she asked.
"It's great," Mr. P said without even looking at it.
"Yes." Ron's father shared in the half-asleep boredom.
"Whatever," the tweebs agreed unanimously.
Monique touched the fabric of a contemporary halter dress.
"Personally, as a bridesmaid, I'd love this dress. It can be worn again somewhere else after the wedding. Rare quality, if you know what I'm saying."
"But the final decision is Kim's," Mrs. Stoppable said quickly.
It did not take long for Kim to make up her mind.
"This one," she said firmly. "It's perfect."
The dress she was talking about was a long maroon velvet gown with gloves and a black veil. It looked more like a Halloween costume than anything.
Suddenly everyone was quiet.
Finally Monique pulled her aside.
"This may sound rude, but what the heck is wrong with you, girl!"
"Look, Monique, currently we have seventeen bridesmaids and counting. I need to cut that down somehow, and maybe this is the way to do it."
"Oh, I see." Monique's eyes twinkled mischievously. "So you're thinking-"
"-that once they get one look at this dress, at least half of them are going to flake."
"And you'll have a manageable-sized wedding party."
"Exactly. And then we can change to a much better dress."
"Then I'm all for the maroon outfit."
The girls returned to the rest of their group.
"It's final. I want this one." Kim held up the dress decidedly.
Mrs. Possible looked like she was having a bad dream.
"Kimmie-cub, are you sure?"
"I say, if Kim likes the dress, let her have the dress," Ron put in. He added under his breath, "No matter how hideous it may be."
"Good. Now let's move on, shall we?" Lynn steered them to the next area.
Mrs. Possible looked like she had just swallowed something slimy but joined the rest.
"Next we have the bride's gown. I know most people like to choose maids' dresses afterwards to compliment the bride's, but honestly, most of these gowns just arrived from overseas about five seconds ago. Take a look."
The dresses came in all varieties of ugly.
"They're very…er, modern." Ron commented, almost poking his eye out with the ostrich plume adorning one of the gowns.
Lynn smiled. "Well, we were told over the phone that this is going to be the event of the season. And what's the event of the season without a wild and crazy dress?"
"I think they're amazing!" Mrs. Possible admired a royal purple dress with a neckline of real mink fur.
"There's a waiting list just to see these beauties," explained Lynn. "So I suggest the bride chooses quickly."
This put Kim in a terrible position. Should she pick one of the much-too-outgoing dresses or come right out and tell her mother they all sucked?
Sensing her uneasiness, Mrs. Stoppable came to the rescue. "A bridal gown is one of the most important decisions a young bride has to make. Kim shouldn't have to choose anything until she explores all her options."
"Very well, then." The villain-turned-employee led them to the next room.
Kim whispered gratefully, "Thanks, Mrs. Stoppable- I mean…"
What on earth was Mrs. Stoppable's first name? It had to be either Samantha or Sandy, but she couldn't take chances by calling her either.
Mrs. Stoppable smiled warmly. "Don't mention it, Kim."
"Have we chosen a theme for the wedding?" Lynn asked. The way she referred to them as 'we' was quite unnerving.
"I saw some fun ideas in your catalog," Mrs. Possible told her. "Kids, what do you think of a jungle themed wedding?"
"Mrs. Possible, uh, Kim's mom, don't you think that's a bit too much on the wild side?" Ron pointed out.
Mr. Stoppable added, "The guests wouldn't feel safe with lions and tigers and bears."
Rufus put in an, "Oh my!"
Mr. Dr. P chuckled. "We've put up with Jim and Tim's experiments. How dangerous could a few animals be?"
Kim was definitely not into the jungle theme. She chose her words carefully.
"Ron and I deal with weird plots to take over the world all the time. How about something more… classic?"
An idea popped into Monique's head. "How about something simple and elegant, with an old fashioned feel? We would need lots of creams and whites. Kim, you'd look gorgeous in pearls! And Ron in the tux- I can see it now."
"That sound fabulous, Monique," Kim said sincerely. "What do you think, Ron?"
"Whatever you want. As long as I get to do cake tasting, I'm good."
"Ronald," his mother scolded. "This is your wedding we're deciding here. I don't understand how men can just sit back and not care if all the details aren't just right."
All the males in the room shrugged.
Monique grinned. "Kim, I know a friend of a friend of my boss who must have the perfect design for your gown. I'll email him right away."
The better part of the day was spent choosing centerpieces, napkins, decorations, invitations, and everything else.
At last came the moment that everyone (at least Ron) had been waiting for.
"And here we have some possible choices for the wedding cake!" Lynn exclaimed with a grand flourish.
The group goggled at four very impressive options.
"First we have a luscious 'Wedding to Remember' cake, entirely composed of icing and fondant, by NYC School of the Culinary Arts."
The cake had glittering beadwork, doves, and hearts on its seven tiers.
"Cool! This reminds me of the virtual cake Callie and I made online," Tim commented.
"You guys make wedding cakes together?" Jim sneered.
"Hey, at least I don't help her pick out clothes at Club Banana's website."
Mr. P laughed. "When you help a girl with her shopping, it's serious. Careful, Jim. One of these days we might have to bring you and Hallie up to Wedding World, too."
Mrs. Possible glared so heatedly at her husband she could have burned a hole through his tie. "Jim's not getting married anytime soon!" she insisted. "Or ever, if it was up to me."
"It was a joke, hon," he said meekly.
Lynn pushed them right along.
"Here is the delightful chocolate 'Happy Memories' cake by Jacques Torres, assembled in France of international components."
The cake was beautifully decorated with white chocolate roses and edible picture frames that displayed images of a blonde and redhead at different stages of life.
"Hey, that's us!" Ron said. "Wow! They put us on the cake."
Kim showed him an adorable picture the bottom of the cake. "Look familiar?"
"Isn't that the first week of PreK?"
"Yeah, right after you stood up to those bullies for me," Kim said reminiscently.
"It's so cute!" Monique cried dreamily. "What's this next one called, Lynn?"
"This is a whimsical 'Marriage Like No Other' cake, made by International Confectioneries, Inc."
It was another multi-level cake; each level had a different color scheme and flower arrangement.
"Hands down winner for uniqueness," Mrs. Stoppable (Samantha or Sandy?) proclaimed. Her husband nodded, mainly to please her.
There was one last cake to be introduced. Lynn beamed at it fondly.
"And this, my friends, is what we call the 'Do the Impossible' cake. It was created just for you by our own specialty confectioner, Chef Manelli."
The cake definitely had a wow factor to it. With bold colors and amazing artwork, it reflected what Team Possible was all about in a dazzling way.
Kim smiled. For once, things seemed to be looking up in the wedding department. Kind of. If at the very least, she had chosen a theme completely uninfluenced by her mom's desires. Maybe they would survive the wedding, after all.
The last cake seemed to captivate everyone.
"I love this last one," Mrs. Possible said. "And I think Kimmie does too."
Mr. Dr. P frowned a little. "One problem: will it be enough to feed the enormous guest list? There's the secondary groom's cake, of course, but knowing how people are today they'll all want part of the original one."
Oh joy, another problem.
"I don't care what the guests want," Mrs. Possible replied firmly. "We're sticking with whatever makes Ron and Kim happy. What are you two leaning towards, anyway?"
Ron rubbed his hands together greedily.
"Only one way to find out. Taste testing time!"
Lynn gave the bride and groom a sample of each cake and the smaller cake it came with.
Ron took a bite of the chocolate 'Happy Memories' cake.
"Smooth, creamy texture, skillful blend of light and dark chocolate," he said with his oddly masterful understanding of food. "And do I detect a hint of freshly ground Peruvian cocoa beans?"
"Nothing gets by you," Lynn answered.
They sampled the rest of the baked goods until they came to the last one, everybody's favorite.
Kim and Ron took a bite of the 'Do the Impossible' cake at exactly the same moment. They stared at each other silently.
"Say something already! The suspense is killing me!" Monique wailed.
"It's…heavenly," they both answered after swallowing.
"Do we only get one bite?" Ron asked gloomily.
"Well, there is the accompanying groom's cake," offered the salesperson.
Gladly the couple tried a forkful of the smaller cake. Once again neither spoke.
"Oh come on, you can't fool us now," Mrs. Stoppable said.
Still they were silent.
"Hello? Earth to Kim and Ron," the tweebs tested.
"This is not funny," Mr. Possible added sternly.
Simultaneously Kim and Ron's pupils contracted and they fell to the floor unconsciously.
So many questions, so little answers! I know, it' s a cliffie.