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Disclaimer: This story is based upon characters created by Bob Schooley and Mark McCorkle for Disney. If you recognize the characters, they aren't mine. I will never make any money from this.
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After the autograph session and a panel discussion on Space Confederation politics that Kim actually found interesting, the couple sat to relax in a viewing room to watch an episode of the show. Just as Commander Kane was cutting tree roots to use as part of a makeshift cannon, Ron decided to go to the convention suite for some snackage.
A first floor suite of the hotel was setup with snacks and general party food, with cans of soda piled in a bathtub full of ice. Ron sat down to eat some chips, listening to two older, round men joke about Ngaran mating rituals.
Then a miniature light show started at the center of the room. Ron and the two men watched as the colors began to coalesce. One man glanced about the room for projection hardware. The other prodded the air with his cane. Ron didn't bother wondering what the show was for, it was already looking familiar.
"Looks like those 'lights of Zonar' from episode 12," said the thinner man.
As Ron expected, the lights soon formed into a floating image of Sensei, the Master of the Yamanuchi Ninja School.
"Actually, it's a friend of mine," Ron told the stunned men.
"Stoppablesan," Sensei nodded.
"Good to see you, Sensei," Ron smiled. "Why call now?"
"I sense a disturbance," Sensei's image said calmly. "I fear that you may have noticed it as well."
Ron scratched the back of his neck, "I have had a weird day."
"How so, Stoppablesan?"
"Well," Ron considered how to explain as Rufus chattered.
"Interesting," Sensei commented. "Rufussan says your memory has been affected."
Ron glanced at Rufus, and his small audience, "Yeah." He swallowed, "Last night I was married to Zita, but this morning I woke up married to Kim. Even my ring is different." He held up his left hand for Sensei to examine. "And this has nothing to do with Yori!"
Sensei raised an eyebrow, "Why would Yori be involved?"
"Eh," Ron failed to make a 'poker face', "No reason."
"Most unusual," Sensei sounded concerned.
"So am I crazy? Or is this some mystical thingie?"
"I will consider this further and contact you again." Sensei then made a perfect 'Ngaran salute', "Peace and Long Life, Stoppablesan." His image then faded.
The two men applauded. One then asked, "Are you doing that again later?"
"My girlfriend would love to see that," said the other.
"You have a girlfriend?" asked the first.
"In a manner of speaking..."
Ron and Rufus rejoined Kim in the viewing room just as Commander Kane was firing his cannon at the Lizard Prince.
"This guy's actually clever," Kim told him as he sat down. "You have seen this one, right?"
Ron smiled, "About thirty times, KP."
Kim put an arm around him and lay her head on his shoulder as they watched the end of the show. Ron put an arm around her enjoying the closeness. It was a few minutes later that he remembered that for Kim this closeness had a different meaning. She was holding her husband. Out of habit, Ron had spent this time as though she was his best friend, not his wife.
Awkweird. However, Ron realized he enjoyed sitting with Kim this way. It felt natural, comfortable. He wondered if that was how it felt to her, or if she felt something more when she held him. Then he thought again that Zita would not like this at all. But then, if he never married Zita, what difference does it make what she thinks? Kim is his wife.
Or is she? Ron prayed that Sensei would 'call' again soon.
Ron and Kim then wandered the halls a bit, meeting people, complementing particularly nice costumes, talking about the show or other topics that came up. Ron registered for the cabaret, with only a little more prodding from Kim. Then they went to the dealers' room and observed the frenzy that was 'intergalactic commerce'.
Ron looked around for a souvenir worthy of purchase. Kim seemed most interested in the available jewelry that was based on the show.
"How much for the paperweight?" a droll voice asked.
Ron knew that voice!
"That's a collectible fantasy piece for display only," said a dealer.
Rufus must have recognized that voice, too. He climbed quickly out of Ron's tunic and onto his shoulder, "Munky."
Ron put his finger to his lips, signaling Rufus to be quiet.
"Everything has a price," Monkey Fist said smoothly.
Ron heard something being shuffled as the villain spoke. Like cards or - CASH, and lots of it.
That had to be some kind of mystic paperweight! He had to tell Kim. But he didn't see her at the table she had just been at a moment before, down the aisle about ten feet. From the sound of it, Monkey Fist was right behind him!
Ron's thoughtful consideration of the situation was broken when he heard Kim call out, "Ron, check out this cookie jar!"
It was no surprise that Monkey Fist immediately cried out, "Kim Possible! Here?"
"Monkey Fist?" Kim exclaimed in surprise.
Ron turned to see Monkey Fist holding Kim by her shoulders and shaking her. He must have caught her off guard.
"Where's the pretender?" he yelled in her face.
Ron jumped onto Fisk's back and wrapped his arm around the English Lord's neck. "The master's right here, Monkey Brain."
The villain cried out throatily as Ron squeezed. He dropped to his knees as he gasped for breath. Then he quickly rolled forward, throwing Ron over him and into Kim! They fell to the floor, knocking over the table next to Kim.
Fist made a break for it while the heroes untangled themselves.
"You okay, KP?" Ron asked.
"Fine, Dear," She sighed. "What was he doing here?" she asked as they stood up together.
"He wanted to buy something," said Ron.
"Well, this is the dealers' room," Kim whined.
"I doubt he wanted a commemorative Threk'neth, Kimbo." Ron turned to the dealer behind the still standing table, who still seemed to be awestruck. "What did that guy want?"
The dealer merely pointed at a statue on his table, about a foot tall, of a monkey sitting and holding a ball in its hands, with wings sticking out of its back.
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After the autograph and a panel discussion featuring several of the show's script writers that Zita complained was boring, the couple sat to relax in a viewing room to watch an episode of the show. Just as Commander Kane was cutting tree roots to use as part of a makeshift cannon, Ron decided to go to the convention suite for some snackage.
A first floor suite of the hotel was setup with snacks and general party food, with cans of soda piled in a bathtub full of ice. Ron sat down to eat some chips, listening to two older, round men joke about Ngaran mating rituals.
Then a miniature light show started at the center of the room. Ron and the two men watched as the colors began to coalesce. One man glanced about the room for projection hardware. The other prodded the air with his cane. Ron didn't bother wondering what the show was for, it was already looking familiar.
"Looks like those 'lights of Zonar' from episode 12," said the thinner man.
As Ron expected, the lights soon formed into a floating image of Sensei, the Master of the Yamanuchi Ninja School.
"Actually, it's a friend of mine," Ron told the stunned men.
"Stoppablesan," Sensei nodded.
"Good to see you, Sensei," Ron smiled. "Why call now?"
"I sense a disturbance," Sensei's image said calmly. "I fear that you may have noticed it as well."
Ron scratched the back of his neck, "I have had a weird day."
"How so, Stoppablesan?"
"Well," Ron considered how to explain as Rufus chattered.
"Interesting," Sensei commented. "Rufussan says your memory has been affected."
Ron glanced at Rufus, and his small audience, "Yeah." He swallowed, "Last night I was married to Kim, but this morning I woke up married to Zita. Even my ring is different." He held up his left hand for Sensei to examine. "And this has nothing to do with Yori!"
Sensei raised an eyebrow, "Why would Yori be involved?"
"Eh," Ron failed to make a 'poker face', "No reason."
"Most unusual," Sensei sounded concerned.
"So am I crazy? Or is this some mystical thingie?"
"I will consider this further and contact you again." Sensei then made a perfect 'Ngaran salute', "Peace and Long Life, Stoppablesan." His image then faded.
The two men applauded. One then asked, "Are you doing that again later?"
"My girlfriend would love to see that," said the other.
"You have a girlfriend?" asked the first.
"In a manner of speaking..."
Ron and Rufus rejoined Zita in the viewing room just as Commander Kane was firing his cannon at the Lizard Prince.
"The Commander is so smart," Zita told him as he sat down. "This one's my favorite!"
Ron smiled, "Cause his shirt is off for most of it?"
"Maybe," Zita put an arm around him and lay her head on his shoulder as they watched the end of the show. Ron put an arm around her, enjoying the closeness. It was a few minutes later that he remembered that for Zita this closeness had a different meaning. She was holding her husband.
Awkweird. He wondered how it felt to her, if she felt something more when she held him. He noticed again how loose and skimpy her costume was. The way they were sitting, looking down he could almost see...
Then he thought again that Kim might not like this at all. But then, if he never married Kim, what difference does it make what she thinks? Zita is his wife.
Or is she? Ron prayed that Sensei would 'call' again soon.
Ron and Zita then wandered the halls a bit, meeting people, complementing particularly nice costumes, talking about the show or other topics that came up. Ron registered for the cabaret, with only a little more prodding from Zita. Then they went to the dealers' room and observed the frenzy that was 'intergalactic commerce'.
Ron looked around for a souvenir worthy of purchase. Zita looked for any new books or videos she had not yet seen or read.
"How much for the paperweight?" a droll voice asked.
Ron knew that voice!
"That's a collectible fantasy piece for display only," said a dealer.
Rufus must have recognized that voice, too. He climbed quickly out of Ron's tunic and onto his shoulder, "Munky."
Ron put his finger to his lips, signaling Rufus to be quiet.
"Everything has a price," Monkey Fist said smoothly.
Ron heard something being shuffled as the villain spoke. Like cards or - CASH, and lots of it.
That had to be some kind of mystic paperweight! He had to do something. He wished Kim were here. He didn't see Zita at the table she had just been at a moment before, down the aisle about fifteen feet. From the sound of it, Monkey Fist was right behind him!
Ron's thoughtful consideration of the situation was broken when he heard Zita call out, "Ron, look at this cookie jar!"
Monkey Fist immediately said, "It can't be." A moment later he said, "But it is," with a smile. "So the pretender enjoys dressing up, does he?" he said as Ron turned around.
"Leave us alone," Ron said angrily.
"A non-interference truce?" the English Lord's eyebrows rose. "I suppose I can agree to that." He waved his money a little, "I merely wish to make a purchase, after all."
"No tricks, no ninja attacks, and no taking over the world!" Ron made his best 'serious face' and poked the monkey-man with one finger.
"You have my word." Fisk nodded before turning again to the dealer he had been speaking to.
Zita then walked up to him, "Ron, didn't you hear me call?"
"Yeah, sorry, Z." Ron kept his eyes on Monkey Fist. "I got distracted."
"Well, come on," Zita pulled him over to the table next down from where the villain was haggling. "Isn't it cute?"
Ron looked down to see a large plastic model of the Starship Revenge, slightly off scale to allow for more storage space within.
Zita flipped open the saucer section, causing the ship to announce, "To boldly go wherever we please," in Commander Kane's voice.
"Isn't that precious?" asked Zita.
"Yeah, great, Z," Ron muttered as he was watching Monkey Fist.
"What's so interesting over there?"
"Monkey Fist is buying something."
"Well, this is the dealers' room," Zita said sarcastically. "Wait, did you say 'Monkey Fist'?"
"Yeah, and I doubt he wants a commemorative Threk'neth." Once the hairy man had left, Ron went to the dealer that had sold the item. "What did that guy buy?"
"A flying monkey statue," the man said happily. "Gave me a great price, too."
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Vive la difference!
I should have realized that the story I liked best would get the most reaction.
It shows you gotta write what you love!