I have not done a disclaimer in a while, so: Kim Possible, Ron Stoppable and all related characters are property of Disney, this fiction is not written for profit or gain, just for fun.
As always thanks to my beta reader, daywlkr82, and all my reviewers. The next chapter should be the last (with a possible epilogue), so we approach the finale!
Chapter Nine In the Open
The van Wade had identified was a white sixteen passenger sitting almost directly in front of the main entrance to the courthouse. The courthouse in Middleton is located on a small civic square, around which sit the county courthouse, city hall, the central library and the police station, each building produces a fairly large amount of pedestrian and motor traffic, making it an ideal location for a bombing if you wanted to take out civic leaders and a large group of citizens and law enforcement individuals. Unfortunately for the individuals that worked in the area, all the streets surrounding the square were fairly busy and important traffic routes linking the different sections of the city of Middleton, which meant that the streets could not effectively be blocked off without a number of traffic problems. When Kim and Ron arrived on the scene, it did not take long for all Hell to break loose. When they approached, the police had already cordoned off the area (they were right next door, not too far a walk) and allowed entry to Team Possible. Wade assessed the situation via the Kimmunicator and the satellite that he had been helping the government build.
Kim and Ron cautiously approached, Ron in front and Kim brining up the rear. No sooner had Ron opened the door than what sounded like very loud, rapid firecrackers were heard coming from behind the police line.
"What the hell was that?" Ron and Kim both yelled as they spun to face behind. Two individuals could be seen brandishing large assault rifles and running towards Team Possible, trying to shoot police as they went. Bullets came flying towards the two, the police returned fire, citizens were running screaming, and some brave souls were running into the fray trying to help while others were trying to get away.
"Get down!" One police officer yelled towards them as the two assailants continued to push forwards towards the two heroes; they were both clearly also wearing bullet proof vests. Of course, Kim would hear none of that; she had immediately leapt into action, flipping high into the air and trying to come down and kick the rifles from the two assailants' hands. Three things happened simultaneously, and time seemed to slow. One of the men was finally shot in the head as he ran for Ron and fell. The other fired wildly into the air, attempting to stop Kim, and was shot at the same time as his partner. A high pitched scream could be heard as Kim hit the ground just in front of the two, now dead, assailants.
"KIM!" Ron yelled, running towards his wife, who was crumpled on the asphalt in a heap, clutching her left arm.
"Kim…Kim, please be ok….speak to me, Kim." Ron was near tears as he kneeled next to his wife and gently turned her to face him. Her face was scrunched up in agony, and red could be seen seeping though the fingers that clutched her left arm.
"Oh, God…the movies are wrong; this hurts like hell; nobody could go on fighting like this..." She gasped out after a moment, tears seeping out between clinched eyes.
"Kim, let go, I have to bandage it." Ron said. He was desperately fighting the urge to scream like child and run away from this mess, but he knew he had to hold it together for her. Ron ripped off his left shirt sleeve to fashion into a bandage, and pried Kim's hand away. He could see that her arm had a large new groove across her bicep that was bleeding profusely, but luckily did not look like it hit anything vital. He snugly wrapped the cloth around her arm and replaced her hand to hold it there. He was about to call for help when he noticed the officers beside him.
"Ron..."
"Kim, we're getting help; it'll be alright, honey." He started to sooth her.
"Ron, shut up! ...The bomb…you have to go deactivate it…" Kim gasped as she looked up at him. Realization hit him; in all this chaos, they had not even touched the bomb.
"Shit!" He cursed, handing her over to an officer and running for the van. Who knew how much time they had left?
"Oh God…Wade, I need help!" Ron yelled at the Kimmunicator as he got in the van and noticed the small digital timer on the top of what looked like a wooden box. He had only four minutes to disable the device or they were all toast.
"Calm down, Ron…you've done this before; just do what you did in class." Ron was breathing heavily and very confused. Thinking under pressure was never his strong suit.
"I can't do it, Wade…we're all going to die."
"RON! Calm down…breathe…think about how proud Kim will be of you." Wade tried desperately to calm him, finally reaching him with his comment about Kim.
"Yeah…ok…alright…first we…let's see…un-mount the timer…" Ron calmed a bit, but was still shaking and sweating as he got to work. Rufus and Wade both helped coach him thorough it and Rufus helped bite though wires.
"Alright, little buddy…cross your fingers, we might die on this one…now…the last wire is that blue one, bite through it but none of the other ones." Ron directed Rufus, shut his eyes and looked away, afraid it might not work and they would all die. He heard a chomp…then…nothing. Ron peeked down at the Rufus and the timer, seeing the latter off and let out a sigh of relief. In five more minutes, Ron had the rest of the firing assembly removed, and bomb squad members (who had approached the doors to van just after he had finally deactivated the timer) now took the pieces. He exited the van, wiping the sweat that had been pouring down his face off with his sleeve and looked around.
First, he noticed the large crowd and news people on the edge surrounding the area. There were several ambulances loading people into them, and several medics working on others on the ground. In total, Ron would later learn that three officers were killed that day and four more were wounded. Not including Kim, who he was currently looking for. He soon found her sitting on the edge of an ambulance with a female paramedic working on her arm. Kim had a far away look in her eyes and did not seem to notice Ron walking up.
"Hey, KP." Ron said softly as he came up beside her; he seemed to startle her and she looked over at him. She didn't say a thing, but Ron knew she was pretty shaken up by the whole thing. He was too, but now that the action was over and he knew his wife would be ok, he was calming down. Kim just looked at him for a moment then she started to cry, and he wrapped an arm around her and pulled up close to her, trying not to disturb the medic that was working on her arm.
"It's all right, KP, everything's over, we're ok…"
"Oh, Ron…I'm so sorry; I was so stupid to go running into them like that…I could have died…and those officers…they…" Kim was distraught; it was not often that she messed up, but Ron had to agree it was reckless; however, now was not the time to remind her of that.
"Shh…it's alright, you're ok…it's alright…" He stood there holding her for the next ten minutes while the paramedic finished up. The paramedic put her arm in a sling then left to attend others; she would have to go to the hospital to get it further checked out, but it was sewn up, local anesthetic was applied, and the wound was cleaned, so Kim was in no danger.
"Thank you, Ron…I'm sorry…I love you." She said after she had regained her composure and looked at him again. Ron just smiled at her. Kim wasn't one to be phased by much, and she bounced back quickly. This was a different situation though, rarely had they been ever faced with actual guns and they had never witnessed people die. If Ron was a betting man, though, he would bet that it would be most likely him to be the one to have nightmares about this, and Kim would be able to put it behind her.
"I love you too, but if you continue to scare me like that, you're going to give me ulcers by the time I'm twenty-five." Ron said, trying to lighten the mood for himself and her. Kim gave him a half smile; true to form, no matter how shaken up by this, Ron would always provide some escape for her. She gently pulled him down and kissed him….right as the police chief walked up with a few local reporters to talk to them.
"Uhhhmmmm…" The chief interrupted them clearing his throat. "Miss Possible, on behalf of the city of Middleton, and its citizens I would like to personally extend our thanks for helping us with this situation."
"Chief…I didn't do a thing; my partner here, Ron, is the one who deactivated the bomb."
"Oh…ok then…we'll thank you both." He said, seemingly unwilling to let Ron take full credit for deactivating the device. It was enough to get Kim's bristles up, even if she was stunned by being shot and on anesthetic. Ron just grinned and thanked him, shaking his hands. Then the reporters started in.
"Miss Possible, Miss Possible…is it correct that you are saying that your sidekick, Ron Storable was the one who deactivated the bomb? And we saw you two kissing as we came up; is it safe to say you are in a relationship with your sidekick?" One wiry man asked as he was writing on his pad. This set Kim off.
"Ok, first off…yes, Ron is the one who deactivated the bomb; he deserves all the credit. Second his name is STOPPABLE…Ron Stoppable…S. T. O. P. P. A. B. L. E.…he is my PARTNER, not my sidekick. Finally, yes, we are in a relationship…and get my name right! It's not Kim Possible anymore; it's MRS. KIM STOPPABLE!" Kim was yelling at him by the time she was done, very much pissed off at the way everyone was treating Ron when he had been the hero saving them all from sudden death. Ron put his hands on her shoulders and set her back down on the ambulance.
"Kim…calm down…it's ok, I don't care if they get it right or not."
"Sorry, Ron…it just all this and now they ignore you…" She said, berating and calming down, the adrenalin she had been running on gave out and pain swept across her from the wound on her arm. They spent the next few minutes answering questions, mostly ones surrounding their marriage…when, where, why, etc…it was almost as much news as the bomb incident.
Ron sat with his head in his hands; tears dripping down his fingers in one of Middleton Hospital's many waiting rooms. His own adrenalin rush, level of excitement, and shock had finally worn off. He had been strong for Kim, but now that he was alone, he finally let out the full range of what he had been feeling. They really could have died. Kim had been shot, and this was probably the first of many attacks. Ron felt like he had disappointed Kim's parents, her, and himself by failing to protect her. He was also relieved at the same time that she or he had not killed and they had been able to stop the disaster. He realized that even though Kim had kept him from going off to war and to certain death, the danger of it was very real right here in Middleton. It was all a bit much for him and he had just finally had to let it out.
"Ronald." Mr. Possible addressed the teen softly as he laid a hand on his shoulder.
"Hey, Mr. Dr. P." Ron answered as he dried his eyes with his sleeve. Mrs. Dr. Possible was attending her daughter at the moment. Ron and Kim had come to the hospital directly after the interviews at the bombing site, and Mrs. Dr. Possible had promptly whisked her away to examine her wound, and prescribe medications to help it heal. She had not been angry with Ron, at least that he could tell, but suggested that he wait outside to help streamline the process. Ron had taken a moment to call Wade back, and to call Mr. Dr. Possible from the waiting room after he had set down, but it had been nearly thirty minutes since then, and every minute was excruciating. Mr. Possible had, of course, rushed over to check on his daughter.
"Is something wrong, Ron? You said on the phone that she was in no danger and this was just to check everything out."
"No, nothing has changed since I called you…I'm just…a little overwhelmed by everything." Ron could not look his father-in-law in the eye; he felt so guilty about it all…he had to say something.
"Mr. Dr. P……I'm…I'm sorry. I promised to protect Kim, and I failed."
"Son, listen to me. You and Kim save the world on a regular basis, and whether you realized it or not, your work has always been dangerous. Don't feel like you failed Kim, you were there for her when she needed you, and you can't protect her from everything. You saved Kim and everyone there from getting blown up, and I think that counts for everything in this case." That was true; it made him feel a little better.
"Thanks…dad." He nodded at Mr. Possible then put his head back into his hands. He was still upset, but Kim's dad was right, they had both chosen to live the lives they did, and it was dangerous. Mr. Possible smiled at Ron, despite the situation, he could not help but feel proud that Ron was his son; and in many senses he was his son, not just in-law. He and Kim had grown up together, and the Possibles had helped raise Ron and shape his values; he might not know it, but some of Kim's perfectionism had rubbed off on him just as his goofiness had rubbed off on her.
Kim sat up, letting the large comforter and sheet fold down in front of her as she sat in bed. It was early Saturday morning and she was wide awake despite the fact that she and Ron had been up late the night before. She had awoken a little while earlier with a cramp in her injured arm and had been unable to go back to sleep since, so now she was just sitting in bed watching her husband sleep and thinking. She was really just thinking randomly about many things, her life, school, Ron, parents, missions, etc... In the past week since the bombing and the following news coverage of it and the announcement of their marriage, they had been the subject of a lot of talk. In school, they had a range of experiences from people coming right up to them and congratulating them to people quietly talking as the walked by, and even the occasional taunt or outright mockery of their relationship. Kim tried not to let it get to her, but sometimes it did. It made her glad she had Ron because he knew how and when to calm her down. Sometimes she just needed to be left alone and others she needed him to say something. For his part, Ron did not let it bother him. If they had a problem, it was theirs, not his. He had a beautiful, talented, smart, caring wife and he was damn proud of it.
The news media had been a little less forgiving. It did not take long for it to come out that they had done it just as Ron was drafted, and while nobody had officially confirmed it, everyone knew they had gotten married to get out of the draft. Political shows discussed the message sent by the two, and the fact that they were both crime fighters who needed each other; a surprisingly gentle approach. News coverage made comments on both sides of the argument, but entertainment coverage was the worst. Since Kim was young and gorgeous (having appeared on many 'what will she do when she becomes legal' countdowns and shows), they had mocked Ron's look, attitude, and even his grades. Some said bad things about both, but most of them picked on Ron, which got Kim's steam up. MTV actually commented on Ron inventing the Naco, and his 'naked mole rap', yet still went on to say he was a 'no-talent loser'. Kim sighed and let it go, no sense in getting worked up over something you can't control…at least that was her dad's advice.
She watched Ron, who was sleeping peacefully; a fairly unusual occurrence for him…at least before they were married. Kim had found that they both actually slept better together. Before marriage she had, on many occasions, watched Ron sleep (on missions, when he fell asleep on the couch, just hanging out, in class, etc…) and he was not a peaceful sleeper. He often talked in his sleep and moved around a lot, which was an indication of being uncomfortable. Ron's nightmares were easy to tell because most of them involved Kim or monkeys and/or both, and sometimes they even woke him up. He never liked to talk about them, and Kim usually left him alone, but Ron did have a bit of a 'darker side' for lack of a better term. While Kim often made fun of his irrational fears and phobias, she still understood how deep they went. To others, they were just stupid, but to Ron, he was actually afraid, even if it did look comical. Since they were married, he had slept better, seemingly soothed by the fact that Kim was near. For Kim, she felt more protected; Ron could watch over her and protect her while she was most vulnerable. She liked that about them; it gave her almost a thrill to know he was more comfortable with her around than without. She needed to wake him though; it was Saturday, and she had some shopping to get done, then a hair appointment, and some time planned with Monique. Tonight was their Senior Prom!
"Ron…Rooooon…" Kim called softy. She knew it annoyed him, and grinned at the thought of it. This was the way his mom used to wake him up, and it was not so much that it was startling as it was annoying. The sound of someone's voice calling faintly at the edge of your consciousness can be rather irritating after a few minutes.
"Whaaat…" He whined, rolling over and cracking his eyes at Kim.
"Come on, Ron, it's time to get up. You told me to wake you when I got up so that you could get a ride into town and over to Felix's, so come on and get up." Said Kim, who was already out of bed and getting ready to head for the shower. Ron grumbled as he rolled over and slung his feet to the floor. In his opinion, Kim always got up far too early.
"Kim…you gonna be ok?" Asked Monique as the two girls sat side by side in the hair salon. As the day had worn on, Kim had become more nervous. At the moment, she was twisting her wedding band around her finger as they were getting their hair done.
"I don't know, Mon…I mean this is our first big social event since our marriage, and now that the word is out…I just don't know what people will think…" Kim really did not know why she was so nervous about this. They had been married for nearly two and a half months, and everyone found out last week, but it was just…different. They would be affectionate in public, and people would see them, not that she did not want to be affectionate, she was just worried about whether people would support them, or if they would turn against them.
"Oh relax, Kim, nothing's going to happen. All four of us are going to go out tonight and have some fun, and that's all there is too it."
"So…how'd you end up going with Felix? I thought you were going to hang onto Ryan for a while." Kim asked, knowing full well Ron had convinced Felix to ask her out after he had been dumped by Crystal a few weeks back (just after they had seen Kim walking home, actually)
"Well, as you know, Ryan dumped me about the same time Crystal dumped Felix, and somehow, we just kind of decided to go together." Kim gave a sly smile to her friend; she knew Felix and Monique had hit it off after they agreed to go to the prom together and had spent a lot of time in each other's company the last week or so.
"I think you make the cutest couple; any plans for after prom?"
"Yeah, we were planning on stopping by Josh's after party, then probably heading home…but I bet that's nothing compared to what you and Ron have planned." Mon replied suggestively, widely grinning at Kim. She and Felix planed to go to an after-party Josh was throwing, but had already ruled out the prospect of 'getting together'…Mon actually liked Felix, but if they did not work out, it would make for an awkward friendship. Especially since Felix was Ron's best guy friend and Monique was Kim's best girl friend.
"Monique…" Kim said blushing slightly.
"…Ron and I will probably stop by Josh's party with you two for a little while, but eventually we have plans to make it out to our house later tonight…and before you ask, it isn't any of your business…at least until I fill you in on Monday." Kim grinned. Monique grinned and nodded back at Kim giggling. (Oh…and much to Ron's pleasure, he found out he was more than capable of satisfying Kim…so luckily that fear of his was unfounded; now if only Kim could do something about the monkeys, robot horses, spiders, Camp Wannaweep, Cousin Shawn, skydiving…)
"So I take it you and Josh have talked again?" Monique asked, a little concerned that Josh was angry over Kim's marriage and their breakup.
"Yeah, actually he approached me yesterday about the party. He said he was not too happy about the fact that I kept Ron and my relationship from him…the way we broke up and all…but that he still wanted to be friends with Ron and me." Josh really had every right to be angry, not that it would change anything, but he let into her for a few minutes, then admitted he thought that Kim and Ron were better together, and would like to be friends.
"Well, that's good; you dodged a major bullet on that one, girl. You're lucky he's such a forgiving guy; if it was me, I'd be pissed."
"Yeah, I know…he had a right to know, but I thought we'd be keeping it a secret longer than this." Monique smirked at Kim; she knew what she had to say next.
"I told you so."
"Yeah, yeah, I know…just don't let it go to you head." Kim sighed out, waving her hand in dismissal.
Compared to the previous year's prom and…well…every other dance he had ever been to, Ron Stoppable thought this year's prom was spectacular. First, he was there and he had not been slapped all night. Second, he had a date, and not just any date; the one and only Kim Possible (actually Stoppable, but he was not going to split hairs over it). Third, he had his fill of delicious four-star restaurant food, with good friends, two hours before said dance. And finally, he was not only at the dance with Kim, he was taking her home that night. It was grand indeed, and his grin showed it to everyone who could see.
"When on earth are you going to stop grinning, boy…you know, your wife might get mad because you're doing that while you're dancing with me." Monique addressed her dance partner at the moment. It was about halfway through prom, and Kim had elected to sit this one out since her feet were hurting from all the dancing she and Ron had been doing the first half of the prom. Monique decided it would be a good time for her and Ron to have their customary dance for the evening, so she had grabbed Ron and dragged him back out.
"Sorry, Mon, I can't help it…it's just who'da thought a year ago that Kim and I would actually go to senior prom together as more than friends? For that matter who would have thought we would be married?"
"I see your point; it has been a crazy year." Monique smiled at the goofball. Ron might be goofy, and he might have strange likes and dislikes but he certainly was a good friend, and she had noted (judging by Kim's happiness over the last couple of months) he must also be a good husband. Things might be freaky 'cause of the war, and the general mood around the school, and indeed whole town might be somber; but nothing could slow Ron Stoppable down.
Kim was sitting over to one side, chatting amicably with Felix about his date with Monique so far, but out of the corner of her eye, she kept an eye on Ron and Monique. Things had gone well thus far that evening, and Ron was still sporting that grin of his. Not that she could really blame him; she was just as happy they were there together and were having a good time. She imagined that Ron felt that much better about it considering how little luck he had with dances and other social functions in the past. That reminded Kim of a few incidents she would like to forget, though. Particularly their freshman Spirit Dance, which Ron had spent locked in the janitor's closet only being found later that night when the janitor was finishing cleaning the gym. She felt really bad about locking him in there; after all he had given her the courage to ask out Josh. He had said it was 'no big' and would make a good story later, but she could tell he was disappointed by it. For some reason, it also made Kim recall the time Ron had risked is life to save her from vanishing while she was on that date with Josh. She could still recall his face from when he gave her a thumbs-up from the bush line…smiling, but forced as if it pained him to do it. She knew why now; he loved her; risked his life for her, but she was out swooning over another guy. Kim smiled though; things had worked out in the end. They had gotten together, forced by war, but discovering love in the process.
Kim was also relieved by the fact that they had discovered that night that the people from school had in fact not turned against them (she had imagined a mob led by Bonnie carrying a hacked off broom fashioned into a torch), but actually supported their marriage…at least for the most part. There were a few 'nay-sayers' as always, but the great majority of the people they had seen and spoken to during the evening had voiced their support, or given them a thumbs-up, or even had yelled 'Go, Stoppable!' to Ron. Embarrassing, yet relieving at the same time. Even Bonnie, who had taken great pains at being discreet by speaking only to Kim over at the snack table when no one else was around, had said she and Ron looked 'reasonably happy' together. (She had quickly added that she had not said so, but it was coming from Brick; of course this was the best Kim thought she might expect out of Bonnie.)
"Kim…Kim." Felix addressed his friend, who had seemed to zone out during their conversation.
"Oh, sorry, Felix, I just got caught up thinking…now what were you saying?"
"I was asking if your arm still hurt." Kim looked down at her arm, which was in a sling and wrapped with a clean, white bandage. Her 'war wound' as Ron had quickly taken to calling it. She didn't like it as it reminded her of how close she had come to getting seriously injured, but she would have to wear the sling for a few more weeks until her skin had healed enough to not pull out the stitches when she moved.
"Yeah, it still aches, but it seems to be getting better. You know, I think it makes Ron feel worse than me; he is still upset because he feels like he failed to protect me."
"You know Ron; you're the only thing he's serious about, but he'll be alright."
"Come on; Felix; let's get out minds off all that, would you like to dance?" Kim asked her wheelchair bound friend, who despite his infirmity, could move fairly well on the dance floor. They joined the group on the floor. Kim grinned at Ron from across where he was dancing with Monique, and he grinned back. It was a great night: good friends, good fun, and each other.
"Oh, God." Kim gasped out as Ron backed her against the door to their apartment. Ron was feverishly kissing her neck, pressing her up against the door, and Kim was more turned on than she had ever been. She had one hand wrapped around his neck and her leg around his back, while he snaked one hand under her skirt. Her injured arm was protectively pressed between her and him. If Kim had anything to do with it, Ron Stoppable would get lucky tonight…several times; the perfect ending to the perfect prom night.
Beep, Beep, Beep-Beep the Team Possible alarm sounded curtly throughout the apartment, threatening to breakup the moment between husband and wife.
"Don't answer it." Ron gasped, hoping it was nothing important and Wade would get the message. It rang again, then again. Kim growled through her teeth, and then went over to the 'TV' to answer it.
"Now's really not a good time, Wade." She huffed as the screen came to life with Wade in the upper left hand corner.
"Sorry, Kim, but this is urgent." Wade answered. For the last few months, he had been working nearly non-stop for the government and Team Possible, and as a result, he continually looked tired and worried. Tonight, though, he looked even more worried than ever.
"Anyway, I've got bad news. The government has detected a buildup of aircraft from the Chinese coast, and they are worried an attack is in the works, and will happen very soon. As you know, the war is not going well; both sides are getting more desperate, so the government has issued a warning to all personnel to consider taking precautionary measures to protect themselves by building or clearing out basements and bomb shelters or moving to safer locations. With the space center and all of our work, Middleton is a prime target, so all persons essential to the projects housed out here on the base are moving out here full time with their families. That means that your brothers and parents are going to be moving out here, as well as Ron's parents, my parents, and a large number of others, including Felix and his mom, Monique and her parents, and a lot of others. Our families will be housed here in the apartments, but once we run out of room here, we will begin setting up camouflaged tents around the compound. I hate to do this two you on prom night, but I need to ask both of you to help out setting up tents and getting the compound ready. A few national guardsmen are here to help, and your family will once they get here, but we have a lot to do before they start arriving later tonight." Wade grinned sheepishly. He knew Kim was going to be mad, but they owed him, and he needed help.
"Alright, Wade…just let us get changed." Kim said in a huff as she stormed off toward their bedroom.
"No…no…you have got to be kidding me. They cannot stay with us, at least not tonight." Kim looked horrified as she was facing her parents at the front door of her and Ron's apartment. She and Ron had just arrived back to their apartment after having set up nearly fifty tents and helping unload food trucks for the past four hours. It was nearly three a.m.; they were both dirty and tired, and all this had ruined their prom night, and now…to top it off…her parents were standing in their doorway telling her she and Ron had to house the Tweebs for the duration of their stay.
"I'm sorry, Kim, but we just don't have room in our apartment with the Stoppables and we don't want them to stay in the tents all by themselves." Mrs. Possible addressed her daughter. She knew she was mad, and could sympathize. Not only had the night of her senior prom been ruined, but now her little brothers had to stay with her and her husband….it was not going to be pretty.
"AAUUUHGH!" Kim screamed and stormed off to the bedroom, leaving Ron and the Possibles standing at the front door.
"Well…I guess there's not much we can do about it. Just send them over, and I'll talk to Kim." Ron sighed; it was not the ideal night for him either, but there was not much they could do about it except suck it up and deal.
"Hicka-bicka-boo?" Jim asked.
"Hoo-sha!" Tim answered as they leapt into their sister's apartment, immediately examining the TV, wondering what they could use it for.
"TWEEBS!" Kim roared as she and Ron entered the living room. Ron sighed again; they were going to sit the boys down and lay out the ground rules for their stay. 'This is not going to be easy', he thought. Kim was still angry, and they knew just how to tweak her.