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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As the next episode began, Ron shook Kim lightly. "Kimber," he whispered.
"Not yet, Mom," Kim murmured.
Ron got a mischievous idea. He mustered his best German accent, "Now, Miss Possible, you are powerless to save your precious pandaroo from my cuddle-eradicator!" The accent was actually terrible, but it worked.
Kim bolted upright to a sitting position, then seeing that there were no villains or cuddle buddies around, gave Ron a look of mock death, "Ron!"
"Shhh," Ron placed his finger to his mouth, "people are watching the show, KP."
She scowled.
"C'mon, It's time to get ready for that cabaret you're so keen on me entering."
They made their way to the main ballroom, which was now restricted to only those registered for the event. While preparing, Ron and Kim decided to stage a mock battle between a Kreslan knight and a rogue psionic martial artist, who could render his energy sword useless with her powers. It was simple and contrived, but a little sparring on stage was bound to impress people.
That settled, they informed the master of ceremonies and sat down waiting for show time. Ned sat next to them, having come in an elaborate Feth Lord costume which beeped awkwardly when he sat a certain way, but had an excellent 'heavy breathing' sound effect. Both sounds gave Kim the willies.
Soon the room was opened again. An audience drifted in slowly, taking seats and muttering to each other.
The show began with a skit starring two Quingars trying to purchase a used threk'neth from a Congaran, with hilarious results. Then came a dance routine by a Kreslan priestess, and various costumes with little acting or presentation, but some beautiful in their own way, including Ned's 'Dar Nedvar'.
Eventually Ron and Kim were introduced. Kim tumbled onto the stage, with Ron running up just after.
"Surrender for crimes against the Kingdom!" said Ron in a hollow tone, somewhat nervous.
"You'll never capture me!" Kim bravadoed, actually having fun playing villain.
"You force me to use force," As he picked up his model sword handle, Ron inwardly wished he had thought through their dialogue instead of adlibbing.
"That's useless against my psionic powers," Kim waved her hands.
"So it is," said Ron, dropping the prop back at his side.
Suddenly, monkeys in ninja gear dropped down from the ceiling onto Kim.
She fought with difficulty against the large number of monkeys. She shrieked as several of them bit her while the rest grabbed her arms and legs and dragged her down.
Monkey Fist nimbly dropped down just after. "And you are useless to defeat my power," he said as he held the winged monkey of Bae-Li high before him.
"How'd you get that?" Ron yelled.
"You actually thought a mere safe and a few hotel workers could keep me from my destiny?"
Ron took a real fighting stance, all showmanship forgotten. Rufus ran up onto Ron's shoulder from inside his tunic and assumed his own fighting stance.
"Is he supposed to be a Wonkor?" someone in the front row asked.
Monkey Fist took this personally, "I am a Monkey Master!" he yelled to the room. He harrumphed, "Wonkor indeed."
"Monkeys have tails!" someone else in the audience yelled.
"Yeah, where's your tail?" yelled yet another.
Boos started echoing around the room.
Ron decided to attack while Monkey Fist was distracted.
Unfortunately, the monkey ninjas were not distracted. Several moved to keep Ron from both Kim and Monkey Fist. Others silently threatened further harm upon Kim, who was still struggling in their grip on the stage floor.
Monkey Fist knelt down next to Kim's head and raised the heavy idol over his own head, "Quiet!"
The room did get quiet once everyone realized that Monkey Fist was ready to smash Kim's skull with the idol.
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After holding Zita close and stroking her skin and hair for too short a time, Ron knew he had to wake her. Her decided on tickling her upper lip when he realized how cute her face got when she scrunched her nose in response.
After several minutes of this, Zita opened her eyes and lifted her head to look into his, "Did you get the Rictor scale on that quake?"
Ron smiled, "I'm surprised the Earth held its orbit."
She moved up and kissed him sweetly, then passionately.
"C'mon," Ron said when they stopped for air, "It's time to get ready for that cabaret you're so keen on me entering."
Ron discovered that watching Zita put on the slave girl costume was just as fun as watching her take it off.
They made their way to the main ballroom, which was now restricted to only those registered for the event. While preparing, Ron and Zita decided that the Kreslan Knight should rescue the Rianan slave girl. But that left them without a villain to rescue her from.
Ned was happy to help out, having come in an elaborate Feth Lord costume which beeped awkwardly when he sat a certain way, but had an excellent 'heavy breathing' sound effect. Zita said the entire costume was cool.
Their act all settled, they informed the master of ceremonies and sat down waiting for show time.
Soon the room was opened again. An audience drifted in slowly, taking seats and muttering to each other.
The show began with a skit starring two Quingars trying to purchase a used threk'neth from a Congaran, with hilarious results. Then came a dance routine by a Kreslan priestess, and various costumes with little acting or presentation, but some beautiful in their own way. Eventually Ron, Ned and Zita were introduced. Ned half-dragged Zita onto the stage with Ron running up just after.
"Release that citizen! Slavery is a crime in this kingdom!" said Ron in a hollow tone, somewhat nervous.
"Try and take her from me!" Ned bravadoed, his voice modified by his mask.
"You force me to use force," As he picked up his model sword handle, Ron inwardly wished he had thought through their dialogue instead of adlibbing.
"That's useless against my formidable powers," Ned waved one hand at Ron.
"So it is," said Ron, dropping the prop back at his side.
Suddenly, monkeys in ninja gear dropped down from the ceiling onto Ned and Zita.
Ned was easily dragged off the stage. Zita shrieked as several of the monkeys bit her while the rest grabbed her arms and legs and dragged her down.
Monkey Fist nimbly dropped down just after. "And you are useless to defeat my power," he said as he held the winged monkey of Bae-Li high before him.
"Now you show up?" Ron yelled. He took a real fighting stance, all showmanship forgotten.
"Is he supposed to be a Wonkor?" someone in the front row asked.
Monkey Fist took this personally, "I am a Monkey Master!" he yelled to the room. He harrumphed, "Wonkor indeed."
"Monkeys have tails!" someone else in the audience yelled.
"Yeah, where's your tail?" yelled yet another.
Boos started echoing around the room.
Ron decided to attack while Monkey Fist was distracted.
Unfortunately, the monkey ninjas were not distracted. The ones that had handled Ned moved to keep Ron from both Zita and Monkey Fist. Others silently threatened further harm upon Zita, who was still struggling in their grip on the stage floor.
Monkey Fist knelt down next to Zita's head and raised the heavy idol over his head, "Quiet!"
The room did get quiet once everyone realized that Monkey Fist was ready to smash Zita's skull with the idol.
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"But ...Wonkors are cool," said Drakken.
"Hey!" called the Director. "This is a closed set! Get him out of here!"