Within her home, one Mrs. Dr. Possible sat down with her newspaper in hand, enjoying the tranquility of the evening, with her husband off to the side engrossed in a paper of his own.
"AAAAAAGGHH!" Came a pair of young male voices from upstairs that the brain-surgeon quickly recognized as that of her two twin sons. Sure enough, Jim and Tim came running down the stairs, both of their hair standing up and out with smoke coming out of it.
"Well, at least it had started tranquil." The mother thought to herself.
"Mom!" Jim spoke first.
"Kim booby-trapped her door again!" Tim spoke, finishing his brother's thought.
With a small sigh, Mrs. Possible rose from her chair and walked to the tip of the stairs, calling up to her daughter.
"Kimberly Anne Possible, what have I told you about electrocuting your brothers!"
"But mom," came a faint voice from upstairs, "they were trying to conduct experiments on my perfume!"
At this, Mrs. Possible turned about to face her sons. "Boys, is this true?"
The 'tweebs' as they were called by their sister, exchanged guilty looks for a minute before returning the most insincere looking 'innocent' smile that they could muster.
"Boys, how many times have I told you, I don't want you bothering your sister when she is getting ready for a date?"
"But what's the big deal?" asked Jim.
"It's just a date with Ron. I mean, it's too weird." Added Tim.
"Yeah, it'd be like if Kim dated cousin Marty." Jim continued.
Mrs. Possible couldn't help but chuckle to herself. "Boys, it's not quite like that. Ron is a very nice young man and he and your sister want to have a nice night together. Besides, your cousin Marty's acne actually connects to form a map of Connecticut." Mrs. Possible added frankly.
"It's true," added Mr. Possible, who had remained silent throughout this whole ordeal. "We'd have never found our way to the last Possible family outing if it hadn't been for your cousin Marty."
Ding-Dong
The front doorbell brought a look of sinister glee to the twin's faces as they ran to answer the door, screaming "Kim and Ron, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I…" Unfortunately the young duo was cut off by their mother, who wore a stone look of resolve on her face.
"Boys. Rooms. Now!"
As Mrs. Possible hurried her sons upstairs, she turned to see that Mr. Possible had taken it upon himself, in quite a hurry she noted mentally, to answer the door. Sure enough, on the other side, an all too familiar young man with blonde hair, sporting nice khaki pants and a light blue collar shirt.
"Top of the evening to you Mr. and Mrs. Drs. P!" Ron exclaimed, carrying an assortment of flowers in hand.
"Ah Ronald, come in." Mr. Possible responded in his most formal tone. The father of the house closed the door behind Ron as he ushered him inside. "Now Ronald, I think it's necessary for us to go over some of the rules…"
"Kim's curfew is ten, unless some world threatening emergency comes up, in which case, call first, and you might extend it to eleven." Mr. Possible was cut off from finishing his sentence as Ron quickly recited the family rules from memory. "Make sure she's happy and has a good time, otherwise it's a one way trip to the nearest black ho ho holy cow!"
Ron's mind suddenly lost all conscious control over the sounds that came out of his mouth as his focus was captured by something else. Standing on top of the stairs, Kim Possible had selected for herself a short brown skirt and a form fitting black shirt, which revealed both her bare shoulders as well as the underline of her neck. She had clearly spent hours on the proper application of makeup, eyeliner and what not, and were one to ask a certain blond haired gentlemen, he would have said it was worth it. At least he would have if he still had the ability to form complete sentences, which he did not.
Kim could see the look in Ron's eyes as she moved down the stairs and knew that if they were ever going to get moving, she'd have to snap him out of it. Not that she minded having a boyfriend who went absolutely nuts over her every time she dressed up, but her parents were still in the room.
"Thanks for the flowers Ron. They're beautiful."
There was continued silence, save for the chirping of some crickets in the background before Kim spoke again.
"So, uh, are we going?"
"Uh-huh." Ron added weakly, before snapping out of his trance.
"Well you kids have a good time." Mrs. Possible said, opening the door to hurry the two on out.
"But not too good." Mr. Possible added firmly.
"Got you covered Mr. P. I brought along a chaperon." Ron replied proudly. Kim gave him a confused and slightly incredulous look, until she saw a familiar pink rodent climb out of a pocket in Ron's pant and scamper up Ron's arm to its usual perch on his shoulders.
Rufus grinned and saluted proudly, squeaking something that sounded like 'reporting for duty.'
Somewhat less than entirely satisfied, Mr. Possible waved the young couple good bye as they headed off down the drive way towards Ron's waiting moped.
"You brought along Rufus?" Kim finally asked.
"Well, the poor little guy hasn't been getting out much, and when I mentioned that we were going to the movie, the guy had a hankering for theatre popcorn."
"Mmm hmm, popcorn." Rufus squeaked with a wide smile.
"Isn't three a crowd?" Kim asked with a seductive grin.
"Not too worry KP. I got that covered too." Ron smiled once again in triumph.
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Ask any young teenage girl, and they'd tell you that the movie to see for the summer was The Ring and the Bottle. It was supposed to be one of the most tear jerking movies of the year and had already made every pop-teen magazine's top list of 'must-see' date films, much to the chagrin of all the teenage boys whose girlfriends were dragging them along to see it. Kim had been quite anxious to see it for some time, and Ron's promise of a made up second date seemed like the perfect opportunity.
Unfortunately, she was having somewhat of a hard time keeping up with the story. She was fairly certain that the plot revolved around a ring of some kind… maybe… or perhaps some sort of bottle, or possibly both. She wasn't sure. In fact, an hour into the movie, and Kim had to admit that she didn't really have the first clue what the heck the film was about.
Instead, her attention had been completely diverted to her date who had spent the last fifty five minutes of the film with his arm around her shoulders, his warm palm feeling remarkably blissful against her bare shoulder in the overly cooled movie theatre as he gently and tenderly stroked her hair with his spare hand. She could only shudder in response every time she felt his breath on the back of her neck, though she tried desperately not to show it. In between these gentle caresses, of course, left plenty of time for kisses shared between the couple. Kim couldn't help but smile to herself. If someone had once told her not so long ago that she would ever share a romantic movie with her best friend, she probably would have called the local loony bin with that person's name and physical description to see if they were a patient there that had escaped in the middle of the night or something.
Rufus sat two aisles down from the couple, still gorging himself on an inordinate amount of popcorn and other theatre snacks that Ron must have spent a month's worth of saved allowance to purchase. Rufus himself had absolutely no interest in the sappy romance taking place on the big screen in front of him, or the one a few rows behind him for that matter, but as long as the snacks held up, he was happy, and more importantly, he was distracted! It was Ron's first law of dating: as long as the chaperon comes back happy, the parents will be happy. The fact that the chaperon had been bought off was just a detail that Ron felt Kim's parents didn't necessarily have to know about right away.
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It was some time later before the movie had finally gotten out. Ron had taken a few extra minutes to gather up a naked mole rat sitting two aisles down from them suffering from a 'sugar overload' and nursing a swollen stomach. Ron's left arm had still not left Kim's shoulder, and neither of them saw any reason for the situation to change.
As the two stepped outside of the theatre, they were greeted by a mild June breeze. It had only recently started getting much, much warmer outside during the day, which left the evening temperatures just perfect for a long slow ride home in Ron's mind.
"So, that was a nice movie… I guess." Ron interjected, hesitant to admit he hadn't paid attention to a single minute of it.
"Oh, you didn't like it?"
"Well you know me and romance, KP. Its not that I mind it, I just don't like it much in my movies." At this Ron slowly leaned his face inward to meet Kim's. "Now outside the movies however…"
Ron left his thought unfinished as the two parted their lips, preparing for an embrace, only to be interrupted by an all too familiar chime coming from Kim's purse.
The two paused awkwardly, remaining perfectly still and silent in the hopes that the sound would not return if they just remained completely frozen in time and space. But when the Kimmunicator chimed yet again, the two let out a simultaneous sigh as Kim reached in to answer.
"Hey Wade, what's the sitch?" Kim asked struggling to hide her disappointment at Wade's timing.
On the small video monitor in her hand, the image of Team Possible's high tech and gizmo expert extraordinaire came through clearly.
"Hey Kim. Oh, hey Ron. Uhh, is this a bad time?" Wade asked guiltily as realization slowly dawned on him.
"Why no, not at all." Ron grabbed the Kimmunicator in frustration, speaking clearly and forcefully at the image of his friend on the screen. "It's only a Saturday night, why would this be a bad time to call. I mean it's not like we would be in the middle of anything important, now is it?" Ron asked through gritted teeth.
Kim decided to step in before the situation got even more awkward. "So Wade, sitch?"
"Uh, yeah. Listen guys, I know the timing isn't great…"
"No, it's just perfect, really." Ron interrupted, still fuming.
"… but there was just a robbery over at Mil-Tech Research and Development. They're only located a few blocks away from your location. They do a lot of work for the military and most of it is high tech and highly classified."
"So, someone's stealing top secret weapons in the middle of the night?" Kim asked.
"Don't know. Whatever happened, they're keeping a lid on it. There wasn't even any formal alarm over the public channels or anything."
"So then how do you know that there was a break-in in the first place?"
"You probably don't want to know the answer to that, just in case you ever get asked." Wade responded with a slightly devious grin on his face.
"Oh come on, can't we just leave this one to the cops? Just this once? Isn't that what I pay taxes for?" Ron pleaded to no one in particular. After the incident with Arch Villain, Ron was prepared to sit back and let the world take care of itself for just one night.
For a brief moment, the two stared at each other as if contemplating hanging up on Wade, when something caught their attention. The two were able to look up to the top of a nearby building just in time to see a shadowed figure leaping from rooftop to rooftop in an obvious hurry.
Kim and Ron looked at each other for all of a moment, each knowing exactly what the other was thinking. "You go catch the bad guy; I'll call your dad and let him know what's up." Ron finally broke the silence with a small grin.
Kim's only response was a smile. Leaning in, she quickly gave Ron a kiss on the cheeks before running off. Ron sighed, and then took off in the opposite direction.