Prologue
"It sure has been quiet lately," an attractive redhead said. She was walking down the main hall of Middleton High, her arms wrapped around her schoolbooks.
"I dunno about you KP," a blond, freckled boy said cheerfully, "but I, for one, ain't complaining. The last thing I need is for some world conquering wannabe to come out of the woodwork during midterms."
"Since when have you ever worried about your grades, Ron?" KP said with mock scorn.
"Since I learned that I couldn't get into Upperton Culinary Academy without at least a 'B' average. But hey, no big, it's only history."
Kim Possible opened her locker and traded her books for her next class. The supposedly standard issue locker was many times more spacious than it seemed. Besides her books, make up bag, and wanted posters of her hated enemies, a computer monitor glowed in the back.
"Ron, you don't even know where Columbus landed," a squatty youth's image spat.
"Sure I do, Wade. Oh-Hi-Oh. Why else did they name the city after him?" Ron said with utter sincerity.
Kim Possible rolled her eyes and leaned against the row of lockers. Ron Stoppable was her best of best friends, and utter sincerity was one of his strongest attributes. Unfortunately, Ron also had a large dose of academic apathy in his make up. If it didn't involve cooking, video games, being the Middleton Mad Dog, or, especially, Kimberly Anne Possible, he didn't care.
"See you after chemistry, Wade," Kim said as she closed the door.
"Chemistry?" a sharp female voice said behind her. Ron scowled and shoved his hands in his pockets as he turned to see a young, haughty brunette in her crisp cheerleader uniform. "That's something you know nothing about, isn't it, Kim?"
"Hello Bonnie," Ron and Kim said sullenly.
"I mean," Bonnie continued without acknowledging them, "after striking out with Josh, Hiro, and who was that other guy?"
"Just ignore her, Kim," Ron said softly, patting her on the shoulder gently and turning her away from her foil.
Once they were out of earshot, Kim let out an exasperated growl. "Why does she always have to needle me about boys? Okay, so I know my track record in the dating scene isn't great…"
Ron took a deep cleansing breath and told himself that Kim was just ranting. He choked back a desire to point out that they went on hundreds of "unofficial" dates but tried to think of something supportive instead. Thankfully, Kim's unmistakable four-note chime of her "Kimmunicator" sounded.
"What's the sitch, Wade?" Kim said with total focus.
"It's Middleton Mall. Some… Something is wrecking the place!"