Notes: It was brought to my attention that the two Bonnies confused some readers. One is Bonnie Rockwaller, the other is Experiment 349 (theft and evasion). The best way to tell them apart is by who they appear with: Bonnie R. will almost always be with Tara, and 349 will ALWAYS be with her partner in crime, Clyde (Experiment 350). I'm trying to avoid reverting to nicknames, since from all indications Bonnie R. HATES being called "Bon-Bon," and anyone who actually liked her probably wouldn't (and I do).

My mother claims that watching Jumba blink makes her flesh crawl, so I'm assuming meeting him for the first time can be a bit unsettling…

Chapter 9: Prisoner Exchange

Angel was seated in DNAmy's lap when she heard the door open. She smiled brightly as her two kleptomaniac cousins entered the room with their latest steal.

"Here ya go, Angie," Bonnie said proudly, making a grand bow. "One cousin, as promised."

Clyde brought his robotic left arm out, revealing the freshly captured lovebird Angel had sent them after. The purple lovebird was contained in a small cage mounted in Clyde's wrist.

Angel opened the cage and coaxed Experiment 323 onto her finger with soft purring sounds, though she refrained from actually using the power of her song, remembering her promise to Bonnie and Clyde.

"Cousins did good," Angel complimented them. "Now Angel help cousins."

"Oh, really?" Bonnie asked, grinning widely. "What'd ya have in mind, Angie?"

"Cousins borrow lady," Angel said, pointing to Amy, who stood up at once.

"Another pair of arms wouldn't hurt the operation," Bonnie mused. "And we could always use a wheelman...uh...wheelwoman."

"Van blown up," Angel pointed out sadly.

Bonnie chuckled. "Ah, don't worry about that. Wheels are no problem for us. Oh, and you might wanna prepare for some guests. Turns out the dame that had Birdie here hangs out with another dame that's got another cousin. We left 'em a note leading straight here. You shouldn't have any problems, though. They didn't look like much."

Angel purred contentedly. "Cousins did VERY good." She waved for Amy to go with them.

Bonnie winked at Angel as she turned to leave. "Anything for you and the fam, Angie. Stay sweet, ya hear?"

Clyde lowered his voice. "I don't get it, Bonnie. What scam you runnin' on her?"

"No scam, Clyde. She does a favor for us, we do a favor for her. Never thought I'd say it, but it's good to have somebody in the background, y'know? We keep playin' nice with Angie, she puts the fam at our disposal when we need some backup."

"So...no scam?"

"Don't need one, Clyde. We already got a sweet deal goin' here, see? Why steal it when they're givin' it away?"

The two experiments continued to discuss their plans in hushed tones, never realizing that everything they said was heard by Amy, who in turn relayed all the information back to Angel, via special glands in her antennae that gave her constant telepathic contact with her victims.

Very much pleased with what she'd heard, Angel purred softly, relaxing as Hunkahunka began to chirp a lively tune for her.

"Angel's Ohana get bigger every day."

It was funny, the way things worked out, Gantu decided.

Years ago, the only second glance he would've given a being like Kim Possible was to make sure he'd completely scraped her off of the bottom of his foot. And maybe if he was still allowed to simply obliterate all of his targets on sight, his job would be that much simpler.

But no. Everyone was into capturing live targets now. And while Jumba's abominations were certainly useful in the right hands, there were times when Gantu wished for the days of stomping and blasting illegals. Perhaps if he had stepped on the little Hawaiian human the first time he'd seen her, he wouldn't have that ulcer just below his second heart.

Still, frequent captures of her had provided Gantu with a veritable mountain of data on the human pests. And as he compared that data to prisoner less than ten feet in front of him (as well as data files sent from Drakken), Gantu was starting to understand just why Kim Possible could give another human, even a rather gifted one like Shego, so much trouble.

First and foremost, she was older than the Hawaiian, which accounted for expected increases in size, strength, agility, and perhaps even luck (Gantu had come to believe that certain humans had loads of this mysterious force, and that he personally had a knack for running into them). Yet all of that could only account for so much. If the files were to be believed, the totality of Kim Possible's abilities bordered on superhuman. Beyond that, even, in certain cases. Despite this, Drakken's files insisted that she was merely an extremely annoying human.

Perhaps because he was an alien himself, Gantu was inclined to believe that this prisoner only looked human. The longer he looked at her, the more he began to suspect that within her frail-looking chest, there was a monstrosity, a possible plague on the universe itself, should she ever be allowed to breed.

Yes, he was almost certain of it now. Inside Kim Possible's body was the heart of an abomination. That was what gave her these unheard of talents. And yet it was her human shell that fooled everyone around her. But Gantu would not be tricked again. Hamsterveil would have no interest in her, which left her fate largely up to him. Drakken might not like that idea, but he could be dealt with if it came to that.

It would only take some form of mind control or genetic alteration. Kim Possible could turn out to be his best weapon against the other abominations. She knew the terrain, she was skilled in many types of Earther combat, and was rumored to be indestructable herself.

"Don't take this the wrong way or anything, but did you eat Dr. Drakken?"

Gantu looked up, realizing that the prisoner was addressing him. "No."

Kim frowned. "So...why is Shego working for you again?"

"It's complicated," Gantu said simply, crossing his huge arms over his massive chest.

"Complicated, or none of my business?"

"Both."

"Ah." Kim glanced at the thick cuffs around her wrists and ankles. "You know, just because I'm your prisoner doesn't mean we can't be sociable. For example, your name is...?"

Gantu couldn't help thinking this was some elaborate ruse that she would use to eventually escape. But at present, he couldn't see how knowing his name would help her do that. So he told her.

"Right. And I'm-"

"Kimberly Anne Possible."

Kim sighed. "You could just call me Kim. All my friends-"

"I am NOT your friend."

Kim ducked her head. "Right. Sorry. Forgot."

"Clearly."

"I don't suppose you'd mind telling me what you hope to accomplish by keeping me here?"

That, Gantu had no problem with. "You are excessively good at meddling." He leaned closer and glared at her. "I despise meddlers."

Kim hit him with a sunny smile. "We're not such a bad bunch, once you get to know us."

"That is a lie."

"Only a little one."

"I liked you better when you weren't talking."

Kim instantly fell silent. Apparently she didn't want to risk angering him further. Perhaps she was smarter than she looked. The females usually were, he knew from personal experience.

Gantu sighed and went back to his data, unaware that he, too, was being closely analyzed and deconstructed for future reference.

Furball trilled and wriggled happily as Tara tickled her belly.

"I can't get over how cute she is!" Tara gushed.

Bonnie Rockwaller sighed, but allowed herself a small smile as she pulled up to a cozy-looking house with a sprawling backyard. "Let's go get your songbird back."

Tara swallowed nervously as she got out of the car. "You really think it'll be that easy? They did steal him. Maybe we should have asked Ki-"

Bonnie's left eye twitched, and she slammed her door shut. "Don't. Say. It."

"Sorry," Tara said meekly.

Sensing the shift in her mistress's mood, Furball sprang onto Bonnie's shoulder and nuzzled her cheek.

"Awww, she loves you!" Tara cooed.

"Yeah, I'm getting a lot of that lately," Bonnie murmured, reaching up to scratch Furball's chin. "Well, let's go say hello."

The words were barely out of her mouth when the front door opened, revealing the same purple pig that had attacked them earilier. And from the look on his face, he hadn't forgotten them, or the rump-shaving incident, either.

Bonnie wasn't taking any chances this time. "Furball, sic 'em!"

Furball instantly launched herself at the pig with a growl, her long claws flashing.

The purple pig stepped aside, and Furball was knocked back by a powerful sonic wave. A second, blue creature stepped out, flattening her with another blast of sound. Furball shook her head and started to get up, only to find herself in the shadow of the purple pig, who raised his four fists and prepared to smash her.

"Don't even think about it!" Bonnie snatched up Furball and slapped the pig soundly across his face. "Stay away from my...um...dog..."

The pig blinked in surprise, then snarled and lifted his fists again. Before he could strike, there was an angry twittering, and his ear was seized by tiny talons.

"Presley, no!" Tara cried, her hands flying to her mouth. "It's too dangerous!"

Everything seemed to stop as a third, pink creature emerged from the house. She surveyed the scene for a moment before speaking.

"No hurt humans. Cousins defend them. Humans...friends."

Bonnie relaxed only slightly as the purple pig backed away. "Did they just call us 'friends,' or am I crazy? Wait, of course I'm crazy, I'm talking to little animals..."

Tara beamed as Presley landed on her finger. "I missed you, too," she giggled as the bird pecked her cheek affectionately.

"Okay, we got your bird, let's go." Bonnie grabbed Tara's arm and pulled her back to the car.

"Whatever you say, Bonnie," Tara replied eagerly.

Both were a dismayed when the purple pig blocked their path again.

"I thought we were friends?" Tara asked, pouting a little.

The pink creature smiled at them, but she no longer seemed as welcoming, or as harmless. "Friends stay. Angel's Ohana now."

Tara bit her lip. "I...I don't think they want us to leave, Bonnie. What do we do?"

Bonnie frowned thoughtfully. "Well, they took your bird, they tried to take Furball, and now they don't want us to go. Maybe all they really want is some company. I guess staying for a while wouldn't hurt. At least we'd stop being attacked that way."

"But...do you think they'll ever let us go?"

Bonnie didn't have an answer for Tara, because she was wondering the very same thing.

Shego stuffed another piece of the strange, crunchy fruit into her mouth, glaring at the display screen in front of her.

"And another thing!" Dr. Drakken howled. "How is it you went out with two alien experiments attached to your arms, and still came back empty handed? That's just shameful, Shego!"

Ever since she'd come aboard Gantu's ship, Shego had held her tongue. Gantu had merely taken her silence as upset from her failure to capture an experiment, and had given her plenty of space. In addition, Plasmoid had suggested continuing her silence when Drakken called. There had been no hesitation in that decision; Shego often kept things from her employer, and this was hardly any different. Although she had never kept anything as big as having captured Kim Possible from him.

"This is hardly going to impress Gantu! Why, I'm shocked he hasn't called already to terminate our deal entirely! You're just lucky that so far, I've had a great deal of success removing Experiment 627's overactive sense of humor!"

Shego very nearly lost her temper at that, but a comforting nudge from Splodyhead kept her anger at bay. "Sorry, Dr. D," she managed to get out through gritted teeth. "Guess I'm still getting used to these little guys."

Dr. Drakken sat back in his chair. "I must admit to being very disappointed in you, Shego. This is hardly up to your usual standard, you know. One might even think you were beginning to lose your tou-"

The screen exploded in a plume of green smoke, and Shego was startled to realize she hadn't fired yet. She looked down, only to find Splodyhead growling at the former screen, the hole in his forehead still smoking.

"And people tell me I have anger management problems. Thanks, Splody."

Splodyhead sent something of a content growl her way, and it only increased in volume and length when she reached over to rub his head.

"Never really was a big fan of blue people, either."

The words were barely out of her mouth when the former screen exploded again, this time emitting a blue, furry ball that soared at Shego's head. Three separate plasma blasts caught the ball and hurled it against the wall, where it slid to the floor and became a very dazed genetic experiment.

Shego chuckled as Plasmoid scuttled up to her shoulder and confirmed her suspicions with a long hiss. "Thanks a bunch, 626. You just made my job a whole lot easier."

Kim was starting to feel particularly helpless after an hour as Gantu's prisoner. Her cuffs were apparently made of some alien metal that was a bit harder to escape from. Combined with the fact that Shego had her Kimmunicator, and DNAmy probably had her illegal genetic experiment, she was stuck pretty good.

At least, that was what she thought until she smelled something burning.

Presently, Kim became aware of a red laser gradually cutting a small circle in the wall just a few feet above her head. Hoping that Chewie had finally come for her, Kim renewed her struggles, for all the good it did...which wasn't much.

The hole opened, but instead of yellow fur, Kim saw a long, reddish snout poke through. This was more confusing than startling, so her reaction was pretty tame when the snout turned out to be connected to what looked like a small, red version of an anteater with ears.

"Well, at least it won't bite," Kim reasoned.

The anteater slowly worked its way down the wall, sniffing the air all the while. When it finally brushed Kim's hair, the sniffing became louder and more rapid. The anteater scurried onto Kim's shoulder and poked its snout against her cheek, tickling her a little as it sniffed one last time. Finally, it raised its head and let out a cheerful honk.

A second creature crawled through the hole, but before Kim could get it a good look at it, it turned into a black hole of all things. Kim couldn't help thinking how ironic it was that her father had raised her to recognize them on sight, since he'd been fearing she might not look before crossing the street and fall right into one from them time she was five. Oh, she and her mother had laughed at him, but apparently Dr. James Timothy Possible's fear of planet-bound black holes had been a realistic one all along. And Kim knew she would never get the smug look off her father's face when she told him...well, assuming she wasn't devoured in the next few seconds.

So of course she WAS, cuffs and all...only to be spat out seconds later into a pair of thick, purple arms.

"Kim, you're okay!" Lilo cheered. "I knew Finder could sniff you out! And Holio could...um...spit you out!"

Kim slowly shook the stars from her head and looked up, only to barely smother a gasp as she stared into four blinking eyes...in the same face.

"Ah, Kim Possible. So nice to be meeting you finally!"

"Uh...Uncle Jumbo?" Kim hazarded weakly.

"You are learning my disguised Earth name already? Very good, ha ha!" He gave her a firm squeeze before setting her down. "Little girl is telling me much about you. You are to be helping us recapture my genius experiments, yes?"

"Looks like I'm only good at getting captured all of a sudden," Kim replied, still feeling a little woozy. "I think...I need to sit down for a minute."

"I threw up my third time in a black hole," Lilo confessed, taking Kim's hand. "But it was my fault for eating those jelly doughnuts with cheese on them."

Kim suddenly looked very pale. "Now I know I need to sit down..." She was looking for a good spot to empty her lunch when she was approached by an intensely ugly, green, three-legged woman with one eye. That was all it took to make the spot she'd been searching for the woman's dress, which was two decades out of style, anyway.

"Oh! Is this some new Earth greeting?" Pleakley asked excitedly, preparing to return to the favor.

"NO!" Lilo cried, pushing him away. "It's...um...a way of saying how nice you look!"

"Oh, but I like her little flashy skirt!" Pleakley insisted, trying to get closer to the now kneeling Kim and making weird faces as he began to summon up the contents of his stomachs.

"NO! It's an exotic greeting! One that only...um...very pretty people can give!"

Pleakley frowned. "I still don't see why I can't-"

"Pretty PEOPLE, Pleakley! And you're not really...uh...a people."

"But I'm an alien undercover as a person!"

"Doesn't matter! You can't do it back to her! So just STOP!" Lilo commanded, barring his path.

"Oh, all right! Can I at least tell her how nice it looks on her?"

"After she's done...greeting you," Lilo replied, making a face as Kim continued to get rid of her lunch. "Ewww..."

"You know, this is why people always synchronize their watches before they invade enemy territory, Rufus: so the lookout doesn't get crazy with worry when his invader is late, because he wouldn't be!" Ron complained.

That fact remained that Stitch had been gone for some time, and as a genius experiment, well, it shouldn't have taken him more than five minutes. But Ron couldn't just walk into Gantu's ship like he owned it, either. If Stitch was having trouble and his brain was better than a supercomputer, Ron didn't much care for his own chances of success.

On the other hand, Lilo and Stitch had become unofficial members of Team Possible in Ron's mind, and as if that wasn't reason enough, Kim was still in there somewhere.

"Well...it's not like I haven't done anything stupidly heroic before."

Taking a deep breath, Ron pullet out a grappling hook and snuck up to the alien ship. He was trying to decide on the best target when someone tapped him on the shoulder.

"Not now, Rufus, I'm trying to-"

"Uh oh," Rufus said...from his pocket.

Ron blinked and slowly turned around, the color draining out of his face.

"If you wanted in, Stoppable," Shego said with a smirk, "all you had to do was ask me nicely."

Ron swallowed noisily. "I don't suppose you're the kind of woman that appreciates a fine grappling hook more than a bunch of flowers, are you?"

Shego's eyes narrowed. "See, back there when I subtly implied that you didn't have a hope of escaping? That's when you should've stopped talking."

"Ah. I've been working on that, really."

"Yeah, I can tell that's going great." Shego shoved him forward. "Move it, sidekick."

"Computer, locate all essential personnel," Gantu ordered.

"Shego and Ron Stoppable, Holding Cell Three. Experiment 626, Maximum Security Cell. Experiments 617 and 619, Break Room. Experiment 625, Location Undetermined."

Gantu growled softly. Ever since 625 had escaped, he'd been finding traces of the little traitor everywhere. Just yesterday, he'd found two half-eaten sandwiches in his bed. It would probably be years before he found all of 625's emergency stashes, and until then, his leavings would continue to confuse the ship's sensors.

Oh, and there was also the annoying fact that Kim Possible had escaped sooner than he'd expected.

Gantu wasn't as upset about that, though. It indicated that there were more experiments on the loose, and that was good. The more experiments he captured, the more powerful he would become. All he had to do was be patient, and remain focused on his ultimate goal.

"So Kimmie got away, huh?" Shego asked as she entered the room.

"You don't sound surprised," Gantu observed.

"She's dependable that way. But she'll be back for her lesser half, if nothing else. In the mean time, you probably want to go ahead and destroy 626, right?"

"That would be wise. If your Dr. Drakken's boasts are accurate, the modifications to Experiment 627 are nearly complete."

"Probably just trying to make himself sound good," Shego muttered, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Exactly what I was thinking. Still, there are no real alternatives in this situation. 627 is only thing powerful enough to destroy 626. Short of Jumba himself, anyway, and he has far too much pride in his work to even consider it."

"So help me out here. If 626 is so tough, why not just bring him over to our side somehow?"

"We've tried that before," Gantu sighed. "It actually worked, but a young human not unlike your Kim Possible had bonded with him, and was able to turn him good again."

Shego shrugged. "So grab the kid and keep her away from 626. Send her to a prison in deep space or something."

Gantu blinked slowly. "They wouldn't imprison a child...unless she had done something horrible...like unleashed an army of illegal genetic experiments on an unsuspecting town..."

"You mean a frame job?" Shego asked.

"It could work. It would be easy, really. The experiments are officially her responsibility, and if the damage were extensive enough, not even the Grand Councilwoman could ignore the seriousness of the matter."

"One problem, though," Shego pointed out. "How are you going to get one of her 'good' experiments to wreck the place?"

"Simple, my dear," Gantu chuckled. "It just so happens that 627 does impersonations."

For no reason that she could explain, Bonnie Rockwaller was really starting to like Angel. Which was good, since she didn't think she and Tara would be allowed to leave soon...or ever, for that matter. That much had been obvious when Tara had been reduced to begging the experiments not to follow her into the restroom.

Angel was the obvious leader, and the others obeyed her without question. And since she'd spent the better part of the last few hours purring contentedly in Bonnie's lap, the others were starting to see Bonnie as having some sort of authority, which was fine with her. So far, she had only sent them out for food, but was beginning to consider other uses for them as well.

That is, until Tara had to bring up how late it was getting. For the third time.

Bonnie had to admit she was getting a little tired of sitting around, too, even if one glance at Angel seemed to constantly make her forget that. "Well, they won't let us go home."

Tara sighed. "But we can't stay here, either."

"So we compromise. Grab a fuzzy and go." Bonnie cradled Angel to her chest and started walking.

Tara blinked, picked up Furball, and followed Bonnie, pausing long enough for Presley to perch on her extended finger.

Once the others realized that Angel was leaving, they quickly fell in line behind Tara.

"Just keep moving," Bonnie murmured, leading the group right out the door and to her car.

"Where are we taking them, exactly?" Tara whispered.

"Home with us, I guess," Bonnie replied, guiding the fuzzies into the backseat. "You take Presley, I'll keep the rest in my basement. Angel can keep them in line."

"What about your mom? And Connie and Lonnie?"

"Let me worry about them. You just keep an eye out for any more of these little...fuzzies."

Tara looked doubtful as she climbed in. "We already have seven of them, though."

Bonnie shook her head, shifting Angel to the side so she could buckle her seat belt. "All the more reason to keep the rest of them from trying to kidnap someone else. There might be some even stronger than the purple one."

"Friends find cousins?" Angel asked hopefully.

Tara grinned. "Isn't it cute how they call each other cousins?"

"Adorable," Bonnie muttered. She aimed a smile at Angel. "Sure, we'll find them. So long as you can keep them law-abiding."

Angel didn't seem to understand the last part, so Tara translated.

"Everyone has to be good."

Angel nodded. "Angel's Ohana good."

"Should I be worried that you can understand them?" Bonnie asked.

"No," Tara said softly. "Just worry that you look even cuter to me when you're holding one."

Bonnie smiled a little nervously as she started the car. Suddenly, it seemed like she was picking up admirers everywhere she went.

Stitch woke up with his nose picking up a very familiar scent. He opened his eyes to find 625 grinning at him.

"Hey, Cuz. Grilled cheese?"

Stitch was more concerned with escaping, but until he actually found a way to do that, he wasn't about to turn down free food. He wolfed down the offered sandwich in two seconds flat.

"I see we're still not too picky about what we eat," 625 observed. "Listen, those restraints look a little uncomfortable, and neither of us exactly fond of Gantu's policy on illegal genetic experiments. So how about we strike up a deal, huh?"

"Ih!" Stitch agreed easily, considering he didn't have too many options at the time.

"I bust you out, and you teach me everything you did to keep your pet kid alive this long. Deal?"

The offer surprised Stitch, especially the apparent concern for Kim he sensed within it. But again, he wasn't in a position to argue. "Okay. Stitch teach."

"Great. Be back in a minute," 625 said, walking out of Stitch's view. "The kid in the next cell over, he's like a bottomless pit. And he'd rat on me to Kimmie if I didn't keep him fed. We can discuss my escape plan when I get back."

Next Chapter: Drakken' Around

Dr. Drakken completes the modifications to 627, and decides to test them out in an unplanned joyride. But he attracts some very unwanted attention, in the form of a little experiment with a very big mouth.

Reviews!

Kimberly Ann Possible

All I have to say is wow! Awesome crossover so far! I can't wait for the next chapter! And I must say you are superb at getting all of the characters in balance. I didn't see one flaw. You knew exactly how to do it!

Poor Kim I hope "Chewie" can rescue her! I have a feeling the next chapter is going to be really good!

I just have one question how can their be two Bonnies unless that is another expriment. Bit confused there! But I sure you'll probably explain it in the later chapters. Another one is who is Mr. Maminal and how did he get Expriment 625? Sorry if this is a late question.

But I haven't read this story uptill now a friend of mine recomended it! And I must say this is going in my favs! Great job! Update soon please.

Cheers,

Lydia

I am SO sorry. I didn't even notice the two Bonnies. The Bonnie in jail was Experiment 349, and her partner is 350, Clyde. Their skill is theft and evasion. I would hope the difference in dialogue helped to distinguish them, but I'll come up with a way to identify them better.

Dr. Manimal is an original character. You can just assume that 625 escaped during Lilo and Stitch's attempt to get Angel back. Getting away during fights just might be one of his specialties...

Widow Shark

Hello,

I'm glad to see you updated. This was a good chapter, but one little thing bothered me. There are two Bonnies! It took me a while to figure it out. I thought you had jumped around or something. Anyway, in your next chapter, can you refer to Bonnie Rockwaller as Bon Bon or something (only if Bonnie the experiment is present)? It would seriously clear things up. Thanks. Update soon and keep smiling : ).

Again, SO sorry about that! I didn't realize that was a problem. At current, the two Bonnies will probably never meet, but I will find a way to make which Bonnie I'm referring to obvious.

Endnote: 627 has the powers of 20 other experiments, according to Jumba. So I'm assuming one of them is that of 316: Morphtholomew, for the sake of this story. Also, I don't care what ANYONE says about Keoni being attracted to him, Pleakley makes for an ugly, UGLY woman.