Chapter 2: An Impossible Dinner

"Howdy, neighbor!" Mr. Dr. Possible called out with a friendly wave. "Need a hand?"

The tall, muscular, dark-skinned man obviously did not need a hand. All the same, he nodded politely as he picked up a large box. "Please."

"If you were missing your daughter and her dog," Mr. Possible added as he crossed the driveway to the car the man was unloading, "she's playing with my boys. I think they were trying to tear off our automatic garage door."

The big man arched an eyebrow behind his shades. "You seem to be taking that awfully well."

Mr. Possible just chuckled as he picked up a box. "Oh, I'm sure they can put it back, eventually. So, what brings you to our little neck of the woods?"

"My job, actually." He lowered his voice a bit as they reached the front door. "I'm former CIA."

"Ah, I see. Is this about that incident my Kimmie cub had in the Himalayas last week?"

"...no. We have reason to believe that your daughter might be asked to take on a certain mission for a certain mad scientist."

"Not that Drakken fellow again?" Mr. Possible asked, setting the box down on a table.

"No. Definitely not him. It would be in Kim's best interest if she turned down that job. I'm here to make sure she doesn't become a pawn in a twisted plan for planetary domination."

"And you're certain he's after my daughter?"

"Yes. As I'm sure you know, a girl who can do anything doesn't always attract the right crowd. But then, I'm sure she'd know something was off about the offer right away. Smart as the guy is, he tends to be rather obvious. I'm just an...extra security measure."

"In that case, I'll have Kim introduce you to Wade. He's the one that screens all of her clients to make sure they're on the level. Oh, and I don't believe I caught your name?"

The man hesitated. "David."

"Hawkaloogi?" Mr. Possible guessed with a straight face.

"No, Jones. Leila is my adopted daughter."

"Ah, I see. Then it's just the two of you?"

"For now. We expect Leila's aunt and uncle to join us shortly. They had business to take care of back home. Uncle Jumbo is a breeder of rare dogs."

"Then I should expect more dogs like Blue?" Mr. Possible asked warily.

"It would be wise, yes. But I wouldn't be too concerned. Leila has them all well-trained. She's going to take over the family business when she's old enough."

"Sounds exciting."

Mr. Jones peered over his shades. "You have no idea."

Mrs. Possible looked hesitant. "Kimmie, I don't know about this..."

"Just give him a chance, Mom!" Kim pleaded. "Chewie lives to make sandwiches, and wait until you taste them!"

"You've tried his sandwiches?"

"Mom, they're FANTASTIC!" Kim insisted. "I was skeptical at first, too, but he's really amazing!"

"And he's clean?"

"Yes! He never sheds around food. It would be an insult to his craft."

Mrs. Possible shook her head. "Kimmie, I know you're responsible, and normally I wouldn't be against you having a pet. But-"

Kim shushed her mother, glancing into the kitchen. "Mom, we prefer the term 'animal companion' these days."

Mrs. Possible sighed. "But, you're asking me to place the health of this family in the hands…no, paws…of your animal companion."

"That's why I've arranged this taste test," Kim explained. "The best part is he can make virtually any kind of sandwich. You'd never have to rush home to make dinner again. He even understands when people talk to him!"

"And your proof of that is?"

"I asked him to make BLTs for dinner," Kim said with a straight face.

"Kimmie..."

At that moment, Chewie walked into the room, carrying a platter loaded with sandwiches. He took a bow before handing the platter to Kim.

"Good little Arabian Koala!" Kim cooed, patting his head. "See, Mom? Don't they look tasty? Just try one and you'll never want anyone else to make sandwiches in this house! Um, except you, of course."

Mrs. Possible picked up a sandwich and took a small bite. She chewed a few times and looked at Chewie, who was staring up at her expectantly. Finally, she swallowed and cleared her throat.

"And he can do this every day?"

Chewie beamed, and Kim threw her arms around her mother's neck.

"Hold on, I didn't say yes yet!" Mrs. Possible insisted.

"Yet?" Kim asked with a big grin.

"This is strictly a trial basis, Kimmie. He has a week to impress me."

"So he can stay?" Kim asked eagerly.

"Only if you personally see to all of his needs. He's your responsibility. Any fur I find had better still be attached to him."

Kim gave her mother a big kiss on the cheek. "Mom, you're the best!" She scooped up Chewie and headed upstairs.

"Kimmie, be sure to keep him in your room tonight!" Mrs. Possible called up the stairs. "We're having the new neighbors over for dinner, and they have a...dog...of sorts."

"Okay, Mom!" Kim shouted back.

"How come you dressed like you're going to work?" Leila asked. "It's just dinner."

Her 'father' took in her red dress with white floral print at a glance. "I am former CIA. I need to look the part."

"But you look like you're gonna shoot someone for the President."

He shook his head as they crossed the driveway. "I don't have a gun, Lilo."

"Did we have to leave Stitch at home? He'll get bored and wreck something."

"We shouldn't need any distractions tonight. We need to learn as much about the Possibles as we can if we're going to keep them out of you-know-who's clutches."

"Is that all? You should've just let me invite Tim and Jim over. They told me everything about Kim."

"I highly doubt that."

"She's head cheerleader, has a crush on Josh Mankey, and looks horrible in facial masks."

"How do you-"

Wordlessly, Leila held up a very unflattering photo.

"...do I even want to know?" he asked.

"I TOLD you they told me everything. It's almost like they wanted me to blackmail her. They even published a book called 'How to Blackmail Your Big Sis' under fake names. They're really sneaky. I like them."

"We're here to aid Kim, not blackmail her."

"You never know," Leila disagreed, slipping the picture into her pocket.

"Be nice," he commanded, ringing the doorbell. "You promised."

"I AM nice! I promised Tim and Jim I'd help test their jetpack!"

The door opened a moment later, and Mrs. Dr. Possible smiled at them. "Hello, Leila. Mr. Jones. Welcome to our home."

"We didn't bring Blue," Leila informed her. "He's got gas."

Mr. Jones slapped himself on the forehead and groaned.

"How awful for him," Mrs. Possible murmured. "I certainly hope he gets better."

Leila nodded. "Me, too. He's making the paint on the car run."

Kim's first impression of Leila Hawkaloogi was not a very good one. Leila, she decided within five minutes, was a female, Hawaiian version of a tweeb, only louder and contained to one body. (She hadn't had the distinctive horror of meeting Blue yet)

Naturally, Leila was seated right next to Kim at the dinner table. When she wasn't flicking tater tots into the air for the tweebs to catch in their mouths, she was saying the most embarrassing things imaginable. Kim still hadn't recovered from the whole lecture on how only certain sized bras made the best slingshots.

Mr. Jones managed to keep his stony composure throughout dinner, but apparently he was used to this.

It wasn't until Leila took her first bite of Chewie's BLTs that she quieted down.

"Who made this?" she asked innocently. "It's really good."

Mrs. Possible froze. She'd only had time to mention Chewie to her husband, and dinner would be a disaster if the boys discovered there was a new Possible pet.

"We know a cook who owes me a few favors," Kim said. "I saved him from...a less than desirable housing situation."

Leila tiled her head slightly. "This cook. Is he short? Yellow-brown hair? A little on the chunky side?"

Mr. Jones fumbled the sandwich he was holding.

Kim blinked. "Um...no?"

Leila smiled. "Thought it was someone I knew. Pass the mustard, please!"

Tim grabbed the mustard and sent it soaring across the table in a pass that any football coach would've applauded. Leila snagged the mustard just before it could bounce off of Kim's head. Jim looked very disappointed.

Kim glared at her brothers before going back to her own meal. 'Maybe this Leila girl isn't so bad after all,' she thought. She snuck a glance at Leila, who was drawing a rather odd design on her BLT with the mustard. It almost looked like the numbers 6, 2, and 5.

"Excuse me," Mr. Jones said suddenly, rising from the table. "May I use your phone?"

"I'll show you where it is," Mr. Possible offered, standing as well.

Leila took a big bite of her BLT. "So, Kim," she said with her mouth full, "does Josh Mankey really look like a monkey?"

On second thought, Kim decided, maybe her first assessment of Leila had been spot on.

Up in Kim's room, Chewie was keeping himself busy by going through a large scrapbook he'd found. If he'd had any doubts that going home with Kim Possible was the right decision, they vanished more and more with every page he turned.

A sound amazingly like laughter floated from Chewie's mouth as he shut the scrapbook and put it back on the shelf. He'd picked himself a real winner, and from here on in, he was going to be living the good life. All he had to do was make a few sandwiches, smile big, and keep his thoughts to himself.

Chewie flopped across Kim's bed and sighed, totally at peace. Things were going great, and nothing could ruin the sweet deal he had going.

And that was when he heard it. A voice that had haunted his nightmares more than once.

"Wow! You really DO have a short range matter transporter in your room!"

Chewie practically threw himself against the door, straining his ears. He had to be imagining things. Had to be. She couldn't be here. Not now. Not when things were just starting to go his way, finally.

"And it works! Rockahula!"

Chewie's face went pale. It WAS her. The kid. Panicking, he dove under the bed and hid his face in his paws. With any luck, she'd never make it to Kim's room.

But if she was here, then her "dog" couldn't be far behind. He could practically feel the confines of an experiment pod closing in on him already…

Next Chapter: Just when Kim was starting to put last night's dinner behind her, Leila & Blue show up at her school…and so do Drakken & Shego.

Reviews!

Widow Shark

Okay, now I'm way confused. Leila and Blue? I thought this was a Lilo and Stitch x-over. And I don't suppose that's 6-2-5 either. Oh well. I guess I'll just have to keep reading to find out what's going on. Update soon and keep smiling : ).

Don't be confused! (I thought the fact that a girl would be proud to call herself 'Hawkaloogi' would give Lilo away!) Of course they can't be completely truthful about who they are and why they're in Middleton, you don't go around telling people you have aliens for pets (well, you really shouldn't). The name changes are mostly for people who might try do some digging (like Wade). Think of it as a part of a witness protection program (just for SLIGHTLY less innocent people). And just so you know, Leila's 'father' isn't really named David Jones, but he IS former CIA. 625 has a reason for not talking, but he will get chatty soon enough. Thanks for putting this on your faves list! I will keep smiling!

gargoylesama

Going to follow this story. There is actually a rumored Lilo and Stitch episode that is supposed to cross over with KP, but I am not sure if it is true or not.

I read the same at TV Tome, but like you, have yet to see any proof except in one fanfic (and even that only lasted a paragraph). Glad you're interested in the story so far!