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Chapter 5: Meetings, Greetings and Beatings
The following three weeks proved to be flawless in everyone's eyes. Kim was no longer feeling neglected by Ron's inattention to her and their friendship continued as if nothing happened thanks to Joan. Thanks to Ron's kindness and consideration Joan had long since gotten the confidence to make more friends at Middleton, she made sure that she would hang out with them every now and then to make sure Ron had time to be with Kim. Joan had also made it onto the girl's basketball team as their new forward. And Ron had the best of both sides; he had a strong relationship with his first girlfriend, and had the friendship and support of his best friend.
On a bright sunny Tuesday afternoon Ron and Joan were in the park playing a rousing game of basketball. Ron had the ball with Joan on defense. Ron dribbled the ball, keeping the ball on the other side of his opponent. Joan spun around Ron causing him to loose control of the ball for a moment, but his clumsy reflexes gave him control again as he headed for the hoop. Ron went for the lay up and shot the ball. It danced on the rim for a couple of seconds before it fell through the mesh.
"Boo-yah! Look at me and my mad skills." Ron said high fiving Rufus.
"Congratulations, the score is no six to eighteen, my favor." Joan replied handling the ball.
"I guess that means I gotta stop letting you win."
"You stop letting me win two weeks ago."
Ron stuck his tongue out at Joan who pushed Ron backwards.
"Ah, that's a foul, I get two shots."
Joan rolled her eyes. "Fine, like it makes the difference."
Ron grabbed the ball and stood at the top of the key while Joan stood to his left. He focused his eyes on the hoop and shot. The ball bounced off the rim. Ron glanced over at Joan repeatedly before taking the last shot. The ball smacked hard into the board and rolled off.
"Wow that was great." Joan scoffed.
"You cheated."
"What? How?"
"You keep on distracting me." Ron answered implying the compliment.
Joan turned to hide her pink complexion and bashful smile. "You're such a freak."
"And you're flawless." Ron complimented again.
"Camel butt." Joan insulted.
"Elf lips." Ron returned.
Joan and Ron had began one of their common games where they would call each other playful names until one lost. The rules were you couldn't say the same name twice, you couldn't laugh at a name you're called, and you can't stall. Whoever lost had to do the winner a favor.
"Gak eyes."
"Barferoony."
"Dinklefink."
Ron tried to think of a comeback but was left laughing.
"Ha. You lose; you have to do me a favor."
After collecting himself Ron replied. "You cheated; you used that one last week."
"Nu-uh."
"Ya-hu."
"Nu-uh."
"Okay fine. What's the favor?"
"You have to meet my family."
"I was expecting an order of nacos. Why do you want me to meet your family?" Ron was confused.
"It's not really my idea. My parents want to have you over for dinner tomorrow night so they can 'meet' you." Joan air quoted.
Ron was a little uneasy about the idea but already knew that it technically wasn't a request.
"I'll be there."
Smiling from his generosity Joan smirked. "Thank you." She gave Ron a quick peck on the lips. "Listen I have to go, I need to be home for my sister."
"You have a sister?"
"You'll meet her and the rest of them tomorrow." Joan said heading out of the court.
"Do you want a ride? I've got my scooter." Ron offered.
"No thanks. I'm out of shape."
"Not from where I'm standing." Ron said making it obvious that he was checking her out.
Joan giggled. "Shut up, you perv."
Ron watched her run off then he began to worry about what he had gotten himself into. Ron had experience in the "meet the parents" sitch. From that second to the point where he was walking up to the porch the following evening Ron's mind was a flurry of paranoia.
Ron recalled the threats he received from the Possibles when he took Kim out that one time way back. Mr. Possible threatened Ron with the idea of being sent into a black hole.
"Not all parents are like that right?" Ron asked himself. "I mean what's the worst they can do? Joan's mom is a fashion designer the worst she could do is send me to school wearing the 'fashion don'ts' of the season and I already have that covered."
Ron was standing on the porch with a horrified look in his eyes.
"But what does her dad do? Oh god, what if he's in the army. Oh god! What if he's a wrestler! OH GOD! WHAT IF HE'S A HITMAN!"
Ron was sweating like a mad man until he took a deep breathe and calmed himself down. Ron was fully aware that he was overreacting and being unreasonable, they were parents, not psycho killers waiting to spill the blood of anyone.
Ron was back to normal when he looked down at Rufus. "Ready, buddy?"
Rufus was asleep.
"Thanks for the support." Ron said dishonestly as he rang the doorbell.
After a few seconds of silence the door was opened by a preteen girl maybe age twelve appeared.
"Uh…hi. I'm Ron Stoppable, I was invited for dinner."
The girl looked at him with spirited eyes and a bashful smile.
"Yeah, we've been expecting you." She said politely stepping aside to allow him entrance.
As Ron walked in he noticed that the girl had the same body form of Joan only she had shorter black hair.
"Mom and dad are in the living room." The girl pointed to a room that was just a few steps away.
Ron walked towards the living room looking around curious to what the house looked like on the inside. Ron also felt a natural sense of nervousness as he walked into the room. It looked like an average living room; a carpet, two sofas facing each other with a coffee table in the middle, television at the side, fireplace to the wall, and paintings decorating the walls.
Sitting on one of the sofas reading a book was a very attractive woman.
She glanced up and said in a gentle voice. "Hello, you must be Ron Stoppable."
"Yep. That's me." Ron answered still a little tense.
"Come on in and make yourself comfortable."
Ron moved towards the couch opposite to the woman's and sat down.
"Joan is just in the shower right now but she should be out soon."
"Oh, okay."
"I am Mrs. Mayril, but you can call me Beth."
Ron had no trouble accepting her as Joan's mom; Joan had obviously inherited her mother's deep cyan eyes and long brunette hair.
"John, our guest has arrived." Mrs. Mayril called softly.
Emerging from the other doorway were two men, one was tall, broad man with jet black hair and light shave appearing to be in his forties, the other was muscular, shorter with slick brown hair looking no older then twenty five.
"Hello, young man." The man with black hair greeted strongly offering his hand.
Ron stood up and shook the man's large hand. Ron sat back down as the man joined Mr. Mayril on the sofa.
"So you're this Stoppable guy I keep hearing about huh?" the younger man said.
Ron looked up at him feeling intimidated by his size.
"I…I…. guess s-s-s-so."
"Ron this is our son Richard." Mrs. Mayril introduced.
"Hi?" Ron said.
"Whassup?" he responded laid back as he sat on the sofa's arm.
The little girl who had answered the door had just walked into the room. She cozily parked a seat right beside Ron.
"And you've already met Courtney." Mrs. Mayril said.
"Hi." She said sweetly.
"Hello." Ron responded.
Sweat was building slightly along his brow as he looked around at all the new people.
"I know what you're thinking Ron." Mr. Mayril smiled.
"You do?"
"Of course I do. And you have nothing to worry about, I'm a photographer/artist, the worst that I can do to you is take pictures of you or paint you."
Ron let out a nervous laugh as he looked up at the son who was still a little threatening.
"So, what do you do?" Ron asked curiously.
"I'm in college; I took a break to help with the move, besides I can't go back to school until I've met the 'perfect guy'." Ricky answered.
"Who's that?" Ron asked baffled.
"He's talking about you, silly." Courtney poked.
"Me?"
"Our daughter is quite taken with you." Mrs. Mayril explained.
"Really?" Ron was a bit overwhelmed.
"Are you kiddin'" Ricky retorted. "You're all she ever talks about. Ron this, Ron that."
"That's nothing; you should read what's in her diary." Courtney spoke up. "He's so dreamy; with his golden blonde hair, his chocolate brown eyes, and his tight, sexy bu…"
"Too much info!" Ricky interrupted.
At this time Ron heard a door close upstairs and footsteps walking about.
"Hey Witch! You're lover is here!" Ricky shouted up the stairs.
The calm footsteps once heard became frantic and fast as they stumbled on the floor.
"Courtney, Richard could you two set the table?" Mr. Mayril asked rhetorically.
The two siblings understood and headed to the past the stairs just as Joan was coming down them. Ron's eyes followed them as they walked past Joan, and his ears heard the small comment Courtney made to Joan.
"You're right, he is cute." She whispered.
Joan made a sour face to them but it turned sweet as she saw Ron.
"Hi Ron."
"Hey J.C."
Joan sat up close to Ron, wrapping her arms around his.
"Don't they look cute together?" Mrs. Mayril gushed as she looked at he husband.
"Reminds me of the days we went out." He responded moving closer to her.
"Mom, Dad, not now!" Joan gritted through her teeth.
"I'm sorry Joan. Let's go have dinner." Mrs. Mayril suggested.
The adults lead the way out of the room with the couple following.
"I'm sorry for leaving you alone with them. My family is so lame."
"I like them."
Joan made a false laugh. "Trust me, I've known them my whole life and they are all lame! Besides, what do you know?"
Ron got a devious smile. "Well, I know what's in your diary."
"Wha? How did you?... Courtney! I'm gonna kill her!"
Ron had a moment to snicker before Joan gave him a hard punch to the shoulder.
"Hey! I don't heal fast!"
They arrived in the dining room where Ron took seat beside Joan at the table. Ricky and Courtney sat across from them with Mr. and Mrs. Mayril at each end.
"Enjoy your last meal you little cretin!" Joan threatened to her sister.
"Promises, promises." Courtney replied without fear.
Ron noticed that the table was filled with food; a roast, mashed potatoes, steamed vegetables and so much more.
"I see where you get your appetite." Ron said to Joan.
"Witch, pass the potatoes." Ricky ordered.
Joan put on her acerbic face as she handed him the bowl.
"Witch?" Ron asked.
Joan sighed. "You know the whole Joan of Arc thing, with the hearing the voices and the burning at the stake. Isn't that right, Clarence?"
Ricky returned the unpleasant expression.
"His middle name?" Ron guessed.
Joan nodded.
"Don't be shy Ron, help yourself." Mrs. Mayril encouraged.
Ron knew that his less then average Bueno Nacho manners wouldn't set the best first impression. So Ron made sure to be orderly, proper and polite. Joan was little disrupted by his lack of character.
"This is delicious, Mrs. Mayril." Ron complimented with full honestly.
"Why thank you Ronald."
"What made you decide to move to Middleton?"
"Well, I was feeling a little held back in my job as a designer and felt the need to try running my own company." Mrs. Mayril explained. "So after looking around a bit I found a nice open section in the mall to start up in."
"Oh yeah, that empty lot right?"
"Right." Mr. Mayril took over. "And luckily the Middleton Journal was also looking for a photographer. I get a spot there that also gives me time to work on my artistry."
"That's cool."
"So Ron, what are your plans for the future?" Mr. Mayril asked shortly after.
"Dad please don't do this." Joan whined.
"I guess I'll go to school tomorrow like everyone else." Ron answered.
"I mean after school; do you know what kind of career you want?"
Ron sat stupefied. "I haven't really thought about it."
Ron suddenly felt a sense of pressure and took a drink of water.
"So what are you two going to name your kids?" Ricky asked.
In surprise Ron swallowed too much water and began to choke.
"MOM!" Joan shouted aggravated.
"Richard, that's enough!" Mrs. Mayril scolded.
"I know they're…" Courtney began.
"Don't you dare!" Joan said coldly.
Ron had pushed away from the table and hunched downward trying to get his breathing back into control. Joan stood up and guided Ron to the hall. After they were out of sight and sound of the family Joan patted Ron on the back.
"I'm so sorry." Joan apologized.
"It's okay, really." Ron said after his coughing fit ended. "They're just being themselves. And your brother's just fooling around right? He wasn't expecting an answer. We don't have names for kids." Ron laughed.
"Yeah, right." Joan laughed nervously.
Ron grew suspicious.
"Joan? You don't…"
Ron was cut off by beeping.
"BeepBeep Beep Beep" When his kimmunicator.
Ron was given his own kimmunicator a long time ago, knowing that he wouldn't always be with Kim when danger called. The beeping acted like an alarm for Rufus as he held it out for Ron to grab, Rufus grumbled as he did it.
Flicking the monitor on Ron asked. "What's the sitch?"
The monitor was split screen, one side showing Wade the other showing Kim.
"Ron, I have you on conference you need to hear this." Kim said.
"Looks like Monkey First is back out of prison and is planning something big." Wade reported as he hacked on his computer.
"How big?" Ron asked.
"I'm not sure. Seems that he's organizing some sort of experiment in a fortress deep in the jungles of Ceylon."
"We have a ride waiting for us in the park." Kim instructed.
"I'll see you there." Ron said before signing off. He turned to Joan. "Sorry J.C., I have to go."
Joan understood and a little thankful not wanting to see how else her family could embarrass her.
Ron walked back into the dining room. "I'm sorry, but something came up, I have to go."
"But we were about to have dessert." Courtney said attempting to make Ron stay.
"Next time. Well it was a pleasure to meet all of you, see you later."
Joan led Ron to the door and they had a quick kiss before he ran out the door. Joan walked back to the dining room.
"I think he is a very nice young man." Mrs. Mayril smiled.
"Do you think he has any younger brothers?" Courtney asked dreamily.
Ron quickly arrived at the park where both Kim and a jet were waiting. After Several hours, Kim and Ron were soaring over the island Sri Lanka.
"Thanks for he ride Commander Vulcan." Kim expressed her gratitude.
"My pleasure Kim, I owed you one after you got all those escaped convicts back into their cells."
"No big, after all it was Ron's idea to use reverse psychology." Kim replied looking back at Ron.
Ron was lying down on the seating grid throwing a ball up into the air and catching it.
"Hey, I just thought 'if it works on five year olds, why not homicidal maniacs?'" Ron said as he continued his little game.
Kim sat back down just a little ways away from Ron. She kicked the air slightly and whistled in an attempt to entertain herself.
"So how'd it go?" She finally spoke her mind.
"How'd what go?" Ron answered with a question.
"Meeting the folks."
"Oh, not bad. They were really nice."
Kim just nodded looking back to the front of the ship.
"Hey K.P.?"
"Yes?"
"Is it weird if a girl already has names picked out for her kids?" Ron asked no longer throwing the ball.
Kim would never expect this question from anybody let alone Ron.
"I'm not sure. I don't but I guess some girls do. Why?"
"No reason, just wondering."
"Has Joan?"
This time Ron was saved by the bell as the commander shouted back. "This is the spot! Get ready to jump!"
Kim forgot her question almost instantly Ron got up while letting out a breathe relief. Kim and Ron stood by the hanger door and waited for the signal.
"GO!"
They both dove from the door into thin air and started to plummet to the thick forest brush beneath them.
"Uh, K.P. that stuff looks a little rough." Ron shouted over the wind with concern.
Kim reached into her side pocket and pulled out a nail file. She then grabbed the tiny string on the side and pulled it like a rip cord. The front shot off below them and started to unravel its high-tech micro fiber metal blades that spun like an enormous top. As it descended it chopped up the canopy of the trees making landing room for the two sky divers. When it touched the ground it automatically folded back the way it was. After landing Kim picked the tip up and reattached it to the file.
"No big." She shrugged.
After helping Ron struggle to take his parachute off the two made their way through the thick jungle to the hidden fortress Wade spoke of. As Kim plowed the way Ron was constantly getting smacked by the jungle's many loose limbs and branches. Rufus was getting a thrashing as well loose leaves getting caught in his mouth.
"Ow! Ouch! Darn it!" Ron spoke loudly.
"Ron! Keep quiet; there may be some spies around."
"Bleeugh!" Rufus spat.
"Sorry. I just…"
A monkey dropped out of nowhere in front of Ron.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHH! Monkey!" Ron screamed and dove for cover.
Kim glared angrily at Ron as he cowered from the animal. The simple simian waddled over to Ron sniffing and poking him with misunderstanding. Ron swung up to face the monkey but scuttled back on all fours to the base of a tree.
"Stay back!" Ron ordered emptily.
The monkey continued its approach and leaned up against him. After a second of analysis it planted a big slimy kiss on Ron's forehead.
"Ewww! Gross!"
Rufus jumped up onto Ron's shoulder and snarled at the primate. The chimp shrieked around ran off into the jungle.
"Thanks buddy."
"No prob." Rufus replied.
Ron wiped off the remaining saliva from his temple. "Great, I probably have a disease now!"
"Stop over reacting."
"I'm not overreacting, I've seen that movie 'Outbreak' first it starts with a 'cute', 'cuddly' monkey kissing you next thing you know it you've hit reagamortis!"
"Prone to drama, much?"
"And besides, it probably works for Monkey Fist."
"It wasn't dressed like or acting like one of his. Now get up."
Ron stood up and dusted himself off as he rejoined Kim in the spelunking of the jungle.
"Ron, ever consider facing your fear?"
"No way Kim! Besides everyone's afraid of monkeys"
"No Ron that's just you."
"I stand by my theory."
"Come on; imagine what it would be like not being terrified of half evolved humans."
"You're right K.P., but where am I going to find 'conquer your fear of monkeys 101'?"
Kim pushed the shrubbery apart to reveal the stronghold.
"Doesn't look like there's much security." Kim thought out loud.
"Or more monkeys." Ron said. "Yes!" added silently.
The two quickly moved up to the side of the building. Kim pulled out her trusty hair dryer and fired the hook up at the roof. The two climbed up the rope and were on the ceiling and searching for a point of entry.
"K.P. I found a vent." Ron waved her over.
"Good job." Kim praised as she karate kicked the hatch in.
Kim piloted the way down the tight vent looking for a drop point.
"Wade, can you give us directions?" Kim said into her kimmunicator.
After a mad button mash he replied. "I've done a thermo reading of the building, if I'm right, to get to Monkey Fist you need to take the next left, go straight and there should be a drop point."
"Thanks."
They followed his instructions and found the point. Kim was about to punch the hatch open when she heard voices, echoing voices.
"Wade?" Kim called him back up. "How far up is the vent?"
Wade scanned and his eyes went wide with shock, he turned back to the monitor sheepishly. "Uh well… I've got good news and bad news."
Kim raised an apprehensive eyebrow.
"Good news it's only three hundred feet high."
"Bad news?" Ron asked not really wanting to know.
"The vent has a weight limit."
That's when they finally noticed the grinding of metal and straining of bolts.
"Uh-oh!" Rufus gulped as he dove for Ron's pocket.
The bottom of the vent gave way and they dropped downward Ron yelling all the way down. Kim whipped out the hair dryer firing at a support beam, upon locking Kim grabbed Ron and swung down to the fast approaching floor. Kim landed in her usual perfect stance while Ron managed to perform a quick face plant on the ground.
Kim looked around to see that they were in the loading hanger of the fortress, moving cranes and trucks everywhere. She also noticed Monkey Fist standing right in front of her, both his arms behind his back.
"Ah the cheerleader and the buffoon, I've been expecting you." The mutated man acknowledged.
"After kicking your butt for the past how many years, I should hope so!" Ron said as he dragged himself up from the ground.
"Actually I was told by a little friend." Monkey Fist looked to his right to were a familiar monkey was standing proudly.
"I told you he was a spy." Ron pointed his finger at Kim.
"What are you planning anyway?"
"Me? Nothing at all, this is a just a clever rouse, I knew that if I came here you'd follow me and it made for a flawless trap."
"So where's Amy?" Kim asked mockingly.
Fisk's eyes went thin to glare. "For your information I have disposed of that horrid distorted hag. She is being preoccupied by one of my experiments."
"You're just made up an excuse so you could buy yourself some hiding time didn't you?" Ron accused.
"Only half right. But that no longer is of your concern, for I have someone who's been dying to beat you."
"Don't you mean meet?"
"Actually it's both." Monkey Fist smiled devilishly as he pushed the button beside him.
The Hanger doorway slowly screeched open and a shadow loomed over Kim and Ron. Large tremors shook the ground as footsteps approached them. It had a torn vest covering its muscular upper body. Thick jet black hair. Brass knuckles locked onto its thick fingers. A red bandana wrapped across its forehead. Kim looked up in awe while Ron looked up in terror. Standing behind Monkey Fist was a titanic gorilla. It stood close on to twelve feet and had to weigh over a ton in pure muscle.
"Meet Furious George. Or perhaps I should say your demise!" Monkey Fist cackled.
"Furious George? Clever or really corny, I can't tell, what do you think Ron?" Kim said coolly, while turning to Ron.
"G-g-g-giant monkey Kim. There's a giant monkey in the same room as me… and I'm awake this time." Ron said trembling.
"It's an ape you oblivious dolt!" Monkey Fists flamed, his arms never leaving his back. "I have long looked forward to this day, George destroy them!"
The gigantic gorilla's roar forced Team possible to cover their ears. It charged at the insect sized humans with ravage in its eyes. Kim dove around the ape and attacked Monkey Fist with her high class martial art skills.
"Oh yeah sure leave me with the giant disgrace to nature!" Ron bellowed as he dove for cover.
"Just hold it off; it won't attack us if Monkey Fist won't give orders."
"Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!" Ron screamed as he ran down to the other side of the hanger.
Furious George was quick behind him, grunting and pounding the ground as he followed. Swinging his burly arms at Ron missing him by inches, Ron was barely able to avoid the aggressive attacks.
"Kim! When you said I should face my fear THIS WAS NOT WHAT I HAD IN MIND!"
"Keep your head in the game!" Kim encouraged as she forwarded her combatant.
Monkey Fist did little to attack Kim he just snapped a finger and his monkey ninjas dove from all around to attack Kim. Kim tried to make quick work of the nuisances but in their enormous numbers Kim was set for more then a quick job.
Ron managed to duck and roll under George's legs as he cracked the concrete plated floor.
"Back off Magulla! Being human makes me your intellectual and evolutionary superior." Ron threatened as George loomed over him with an unimpressed expression.
"Technically." Ron squeaked.
Furious George responded by backhanding Ron making him fly across the room and into a storage box.
"Some people just won't listen to logic." Ron sputtered as the pain flowed through him.
Kim dispatched with the ninjas one by one but it was almost like when one fell two took its place. It became obvious that he was stalling long enough for George to finish Ron. She didn't know what was going on but it had something to do with what he had behind his back.
"So what are you hiding there?"
"Where?" Fisk asked innocently.
"In your hand."
Fisk dropped whatever it was into one of his left opposable toed foot and showed his hands. "Nothing at all." Fisk teased balancing on one foot.
"Rufus?" Ron called nervously as George jumped towards him.
"Eh?" Rufus popped his little head out of the pocket and saw the stampeding ape.
"EEEEEEEEKKKKKKKK!" He dove back down.
"You are no help today!" Ron griped collapsing to the ground.
As Furious George swung his arm at Ron again Ron jumped up and grabbed on the thick fur of his elbow. Disgruntled George whipped his arm left and right trying to dislodge the pest from his arm. Finally succeeding as he catapulted Ron into the air.
"Happy thought and fly! Happy thought and fly. Happy thought and fly?" Ron whimper as gravity allowed him to rise, pause, and fall.
Ron landed on the ape's colossal shoulders, and instinctively reached around covered George's eyes.
"See no evil." Ron spoke in affect.
Kim finally managed to beat off the ninjas and was now attacking Monkey Fist. But he had no intention of fighting; he merely ducked, jumped, and dodged out of way of her attacks. Kim was getting upset she knew she had to help Ron but she wouldn't stand a chance against that thing, the answer was to defeat Monkey Fist but he wouldn't take a hit.
"Don't fret Kim Possible. After he's finished with your lump of a lackey you'll be next." Fisk laughed evilly.
George stumbled around unbalanced as he reached back to grab Ron but his depth perception wasn't top of key resulting in grabbing air. In frustration he let out another wall shattering howl that once again forced Ron to cover his ears.
"Dude! Inside voices please!"
No longer blindfolded George flipped Ron up and over his head on top of the crate in front of him. George brought down an extreme seismic clap that forced Ron to drop flat. Furious George slammed the box with his fist making it explode with bananas to bury Ron. George grunted darkly as he waited for Ron to surface. Ron dug out of the plantation fruits to see George glaring down at him. Ron scurry rapidly to get up but his panicking and the slippery stock of bananas made him loose his balance every half second. The ape slowly formed a double fist and raised it high above his head prepared to bring down upon the puny creature before him. Seeing the sludge hammer powerful fist come at him Ron shut his eyes and threw his arms in front of his face.
"Don't hurt me!"
Nothing happened. Ron was mystified, no bones breaking, no blinding pain, not even an angelic choir to welcome him to his new home. Ron slowly opened one eye to see no difference to what he had previously seen except that Furious George had his hands at his side now with an enormous tooth filled grin of anticipation on his face. Ron looked around having absolutely no clue to what happened.
"Hurt me?" Ron said.
George erupted in fury as he swung at Ron.
"Ahhhh! Don't hurt me." Ron repeated.
George did nothing again. Ron finally noticed that he had a banana in his right hand. Ron held it out and observed how George's gaze never left the yellow fruit.
"Step back." Ron commanded.
George moved backwards.
"Do a jig."
The gorilla started to dance.
"Hey KP!" Kim heard from behind.
"I'm coming Ron, just hold on!" Kim didn't even look back.
"No Kim just look."
Kim rolled he eyes. "What is…it?"
Ron was standing up as the twelve foot ape was cuddling up to Ron as he ate the banana greedily.
"The big monkey's just a baby."
"It's an ape you moronic fool!" Monkey Fist snapped then he suddenly realized the situation. "Oh curses."
"You genetically engineered a baby gorilla?" Kim asked blandly as she looked back to him.
"Well what did you expect? Do you think full grown silverback would ever listen to someone a fraction of its size?"
Kim nodded her head in agreement.
"I got her building me an army of them but she refused to make and give me control of alphas without being with me." Fisk moped. "So she gave me it for now and she's waiting until I go back."
"So you were hiding." Ron mocked as George was giving him a piggyback ride.
"Ron stop enslaving the gorilla!" Kim said before turning back to her foe. "So it obeys anyone with a banana?"
"It appears to be another one of the experiment's many flaws!"
Ron got an idea as he looked at Fisk. "George, how bout you take care of Monkey Fist for us?" Ron requested as he waved a banana up in front of his eyes.
Monkey Fist snapped back and realized how off topic they had gotten.
"George! Obliterate that worm!"
George stood up in a little intimidated.
"Georgey, get rid of him and the banana is yours." Fisk coaxed him with the banana he had kept hidden behind his back.
George looked confused and torn between decisions, he glanced up at he master and the one banana. Then he looked back at Ron who confidently stepped aside to reveal the surplus supply he had. George's decision was made fast.
"Be gentle." Ron patted George on the back.
Shortly after Ron and Kim were standing outside the building watching Monkey Fist being taken by the police.
"I told those worthless simians to put the bananas in the back." Monkey Fist grumbled to himself.
"Hey KP. Don't you think we should tell Amy where to find her little cuddle buddy?" Ron raised the idea.
Monkey Fist's eyes went large with despair. He dove to Kim's feet on all fours clutching her pant leg.
"Oh please! I'll go to prison without a fight; I'll skip the cliché empty villain threat. But please don't tell that vile woman where I am." Fisk pleaded hysterically.
Kim and Ron exchanged glances before Kim picked up kimmunicator.
"Hey Wade, you can find DNAmy's location right?" Kim asked.
"Without even trying." Wade replied proudly.
"Then take a break and let her know that her little Monty is waiting for her in the Ceylon penitentiary."
"NOOOOOO!" Fisk screamed in horror as the authorities dragged him towards the van. "That's it you asked for it, you get the threat." Fisk grimed. "You may have defeated me this time Kim Possible, but I shall have my revenge! Ha, how do you like that?"
As the van drove away Kim and Ron laughed silently together.
"What's going to happen to the big guy?" Ron asked an officer to his left.
"We're going to take him to take him to an animal shelter where he can grow up safely."
"Like he needs to do more growing." Kim commented.
Ron walked up to Furious George who stood proudly.
"You hear that buddy? You're gonna be just fine." Ron said giving him his last banana.
George clapped his hands happily as he snatched the banana and hugged Ron violently.
"Air, air, air, air, air!" Ron cried as the hug continued.
After being dropped Ron got up to see George being led away to a semi no doubt to take him to the shelter.
"Peace out Big G!" Ron giving him the peace sign.
"So does this mean you're over your fear?" Kim asked.
"Not until I can control every monkey on earth with a banana." Ron answered.
Kim rolled her eyes as a rope ladder dropped from a helicopter above.