Rahne blinked as she took in her new surroundings. She turned her head to the left, then the right before proclaiming. "This definitely isn't the Institute."

"Where we at?" Catseye asked.

"I don't know. I think the watch's controls were scrambled during the fight. I gave no idea where this thing will take us."

"Muties!"

Rahne turned around at the shout. She gaped at the sight behind her. In a large grassy parked was an enormous rally. One banner proclaimed it to be "The Friends of Humanity—Purist Friendship Picnic." Glancing at Catseye she saw Catseye's tail twitch. Even though she was now human, Catseye kept her tail, which was what given them away as mutants to the bigoted mob behind them.

"Catseye?"

"Yes, furfriend?"

"RUN!" Both mutants changed into their animal forms and ran…unfortunately Catseye ran to the left and Wolfsbane went right. The Purists went after Catseye as the Friends of Humanity pursued Rahne.

As the Purists gave chase, Catseye bounded over an ivy-covered brick wall and landed in the courtyard of an old chapel where a Nun was teaching her Sunday school class about the famed Christian writer C.S. Lewis, author of The Chronicles of Narnia.

One student caught the large purple cat out of the corner of her eye and squealed happily "It's Aslan!" The kindly old nun turned to regard the young girl and her exuberant imagination and dropped her lesson book in sheer surprise.

"Holy…Aslan! It is Aslan!" The students looked too and began to whisper amongst themselves.

"Incredible!" "Look at that mane!" "So beautiful!" Finally one student thought to ask, "Why's Aslan purple?"

"Well, Aslan is the King of Narnia isn't he?" The girl who first spied Catseye reasoned. "Purple is the color of kings, so why shouldn't Aslan be purple? Besides, it sets him apart from ordinary lions!" To Catseye she asked. "Oh Aslan, what do you want us to do?"

Catseye was mystified. Then an idea began to form…

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Meanwhile, back at the Pit, headquarters of G.I. Joe…

"I feel kinda bad dumping the kids off with the X-Men for the day." Low Light said as he sat in the now mostly empty Misfit manor. Cover Girl looked askance at him.

"Okay, how much have you had to drink that you actually want the kids back here?"

"I'm not drunk." Low Light said, "Mostly. And that's not the point."

"Then what is?"

"Well, without the kids around causing mischief, guess who decided to make a nuisance of himself?"

"Don't tell me…" Cover Girl groaned. "Beach Head?"

"Of course. He's practically taken over the lounge and giving everyone else pointless busy work in order to make sure he has it all to himself."

"Well, maybe if he stays there he won't be around to give us a headache?" Cover Girl said hopefully.

"COVER GIRL! LOW LIGHT!" A familiar voice bellowed outside their door.

"Or not." Cover Girl sighed as she let Beach Head in. "What's wrong? Did you lose your teddy bear again?"

"This is not about Sgt. Snuffles!" Beach Head snapped. "Turn on the TV!" With an icy feeling of impending doom, Low Light turned on the TV set. On the news channel was reports of a riot. A very shaken and confused looking news anchor stood blinking into the camera.

"What began as a rally for the Friends of Humanity and the Purist Movement has descended into a riot. It started with a protest of the Purist rally by Sunday school students, later joined by a larger crowd of Christian churchgoers. Led by a purple lion, the crowd attacked the Purists—" The image cut away to a mob of people holding banners and posters with slogans like "Aslan Lives!" "Narnia Forever!" and "Aslan Died For Your Sins—Why Don't You?" rushing and attacking the Purists.

Low Light and Cover Girl hadn't quite recovered from the sight when the newscaster came back on. "Things grew even more chaotic when a crowd of radical leftists and communists converged on and attacked the Friends of Humanity…" The scene cut away again, this time it was a crowd of people waving red flags and chanting "Four Legs Good, Two Legs Bad!" attacking the Friends of Humanity. The camera briefly caught a red wolf biting a FOH members' rear and tearing out the seat of his pants.

"I don't think I've ever seen anything this bizarre…" Low Light said, amazed. "And in my line of work—!"

"Wait a minute, why are you blaming us?" Cover Girl asked Beach Head. "It doesn't look like the Misfits had anything to do with this!"

"Force of habit." Beach Head answered, crossing his arms. "Besides, isn't that wolf one of Xavier's students?"

"I think he's right." Low Light groaned. "I'll give him a ring." Going to the phone, Low Light dialed the Xavier Institute. "Hello Xavier. It's two o'clock, do you know where your wolf is?"

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"So I found a college class learning Animal Farm just as you found a Sunday school class learning the Chronicles of Narnia…" Rahne mused. "They thought you were Aslan and that I was one of the animals from the farm. You know, if it were someone else's life, I would've found that very strange and convenient, but it's par for the course for a mutant." She observed as the joint Christian-Communist mob continued to beat up any Purist or FOH they saw.

"You want fight some more?" Catseye asked. "Plenty bigots to bite."

"Thank you, no. I think I've had enough…"

"OW! Cut it out! OWWOWWOWW! Not the face!" A familiar voice screamed. It was Duncan Matthews.

"On the other hand…" Rahne said as she started to go wolf. "Always room for one more!"

"I get left side!" Catseye called as she changed shape and followed Rahne in beating and clawing the bejeezus out of Matthews.

"YIEEE!" Duncan screeched, his voice going up more than a few octaves. Rahne grabbed Duncan's right ankle in her jaw as Catseye took his left. They both started running. "Oh no!" Duncan yelled as he was dragged along by the ankles.

"Hey, ow! I think that was a tack! No, not through the thorn bushes---OW! HEY! Watch the broken glass! OWW! Oh, I guess you are watching it—hey you're ripping my clothes, I just bought these! OWW! The street's hot! WHOA—WHOA, OWW! QUITIT! YIIIIE! Watch out for the cars, you're going against traffic! WHOA! Wait, stop that's an open manhooooole!" Duncan yelled as Rahne and Catseye let go. Duncan fell a good ten feet down into a river of raw sewage.

"Okay, now I'm done." Rahne said as she turned back to normal. "Hopefully this thing will send us back home now…" She said as she pressed the teleportation watch, the two of them disappearing from the still chaotic street.

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Mr. Sinister felt a headache coming on. "Why I ever agreed to this, I'll never know." He moaned as he watched his partner in crime taunt his victim.

"There's no escape now Kim Possible!" Dr. Drakken cackled. "And…buffoon."

"It's Stoppable, Ron Stoppable! How hard can it be to remember my name?" Ron protested. Drakken just shrugged.

"Ron," Kim said with a raised brow. "We have a bigger problem right now? There's the little situation of the dinosaur that's about to eat us?" She pointed at the man-sized dinosaur looking at them like appetizers. Ron looked confused.

"How can it be a big problem and a little situation at the same time?"

"Ron…" Kim groaned.

"With Kim Possible out of the way, nothing can stop me from taking over the world! MWAHAHAHA!" Drakken laughed.

"You know," his sidekick Shego commented. "If you spent more time focused on actually getting rid of her instead of just talking about it, we'd have taken over the world by now!"

"The lady has a point." Mr. Sinister said, crossing his arms. "If I recall correctly, dear nephew, you had to beg me to find some way to deal with Ms. Possible once and for all. Since my henchmen were all on vacation, I had to take the effort to steal the dinosaur there." He pointed at the raptor, which was currently trying to bite Stoppable's legs as he cowered in the rafters.

"Yeah, where did you get a dinosaur anyway?" Shego asked Sinister. Sinister shrugged.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Try me."

"As you wish. I stole Old Lace here—" he jerked his thumb at the raptor "—from some kid in L.A. and put a mind controlling chip on it."

"Okay." Shego said. "Don't tell me."

"I knew you wouldn't believe me."

"Well it is a little—huh?" Shego blinked as a Rahne and Catseye appeared in the middle of the room. "Friends of yours?"

"Not quite." Sinister growled.

"Good. Gives me something to do while Dino finishes off Kimmy." Shego growled as her hands started to glow green.

"Ahh! Werewolves!" Ron yelled as Rahne and Catseye changed forms to dodge Shego's energy blasts.

Kim was wrestling Old Lace's jaws, trying to stop them from closing on her face. "Eugh!" She said as she caught a whiff of Old Lace's breathe. "This is so wrong!"

Wolfsbane and Catseye also had their paws full trying not to get blasted by Shego. "Hey who let the dog in?" Drakken demanded from his position, far from the actual fight.

"Doc if you make another stupid joke like that again, I am going to—whoa!" Shego yelped as Catseye nearly landed on her. Wolfsbane leaped passed them and tackled Old Lace.

"Ookay…werewolf fighting a dinosaur." Kim blinked. "That's a new one. Waitaminute, what did that Sinister creep say about a mind control chip?"

Kim ran over to the pair of mad scientists. "Ron, a little help?"

"Be right with you Kim!" Ron yelped. "Rufus, go ahead." The little naked mole rat that had been hiding in his pocket leaped out and darted after Kim.

"Well Ms. Possible, you truly are as impressive as my nephew said you were." Mr. Sinister said evenly, indicating Dr. Drakken with a wave.

"I see the family resemblance. Hand over whatever device you're using to control that dinosaur. Now." She demanded.

"Really, Ms. Possible. Do you think I would just hand it over because you asked me to?" Sinister asked.

"No, but I did expect it to distract you long enough for Rufus to steal it."

"What!" Sinister snapped as he reached for his pocket. Sure enough, the naked mole rat had done it, and was already racing away with the control.

"Shego! Get the remote!" Drakken yelled.

"Sure, make me do all the work." Shego shouted back, who was still wrestling with Catseye. She leapt away from the cat and tried to land on the running naked mole rat.

Rufus yelped. "Uh-oh!" and scampered away as Shego landed, the remote clattered across the floor and came to a halt at Woflbane's paws. With a growl, the wolf picked up the remote in her jaws and crushed it.

"Boo-yah!" Shouted Ron in triumph.

Old Lace yowled as the control chip on the back of her head sputtered and sparked before falling off. Growling angrily she turned to Wolfsbane. In some feral language that somehow cut across the species line, Wolfbane growled and yipped back an answer to Old Lace.

Angrily, the infuriated raptor turned on the mad scientists, backed up by Wolfsbane and Catseye.

"Um, Shego?" Drakken gulped. "Help?"

"Yeah, you know what? Why don't your try tangling with the circus from hell for a while, hmm? See how much you like it!"

"Leaving so soon?" Kim Possible asked as she walked in front of the three beasts. "Don't think so."

"And yet we must." Sinister said as he opened a portal behind him. "Farewell." Sinister vanished into the portal.

"You mutants think you're all that!" Drakken shouted. "But you're not!"

"Save the oration!" Shego snapped as she dragged Drakken into the portal after Sinister. The portal closed behind them.

"Well, um thanks." Kim said hesitantly to Wolfsbane. "Uh, I don't suppose a pat on the head would be the best way to show my gratitude, huh?"

"I should say not." Rahne said as she shifted back to her human form. "But I appreciate the thought. Us red heads have to stick together."

"Um okay…this is getting a little weird." Kim admitted. "Sorry but I'm a little out of my depth here…who are you?"

Rahne smiled. "I'm Rahne Sinclair, but you can call me Wolfsbane. I'm a mutant. Catseye here's a mutant too, but she's not an X-Man like me." She gestured towards the large purple cat who was sniffing Rufus questioningly. She looked to Rahne and said something in rumbles and growls. "No Catseye, I don't think you can eat the little…whatever that is."

Rufus gulped and quickly sprinted back into Ron's pocket, where he buried himself inside. "He's a naked mole rat, not an entre!" Ron protested.

'Ron, chill. So…what brings you to Middleton?" Kim asked Rahne. Rahne sighed.

"Long story short, the teleportation watch I'm wearing is broken. Keeps sending us anywhere but where we want to go. I just hope the next teleport will be the one home." Rahne scrunched up her face. "I've been watching too many Quantum Leap episodes with Forge."

"Well, I hope your luck improves." Kim said. "But if you ever end up near Middleton you can just call me or beep me…you know, if you want to reach me. You two make a pretty good team. The way you handled Drakken and Shego was spanking."

"Um, thanks." Rahne blushed. "Um, but what's going to happen to Old Lace here?" The velociraptor's head perked up at the sound of her name. Kim groaned.

"I almost forgot about that. I think that Sinister creep said something about getting her from Los Angeles. I could call in a favor and have her dropped off." Kim offered "But I think she's starting to take a liking to you two."

Sure enough, Old Lace and Catseye—still in cat form—were actually playing with each other, nipping and leaping at each other in a child-like manner.

"I guess she'll stick with us for now." Rahne sighed. "I think we can keep her under control until we find a way to get her back to her owner. Besides, with our luck we'll probably end up on the West Coast anyway."

"Good luck. See you around sometime."

"Here's hoping." Rahne beckoned to Old Lace and Catseye and they huddled together as Rahne crossed her fingers and activated the teleportation watch again, leaving Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable alone in the abandoned villains' lair.

"Kim?"

"Yeah Ron?"

"I wasn't imagining things was I? I mean there was a dinosaur and a pair of werewolves, or were-cats or something here right?"

"Right."

"Okay. You know after the mutant monkey-men and mad golfers that nothing would really freak me out anymore."

"And?" Kim asked.

"I'm totally freaking out!"

Kim groaned. "Maybe I should've asked one of them to join the team."

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A/N: I usually don't write and update this fast, but I must be on a streak lately! Oh yeah, Kim Possible isn't mine, Old Lace isn't mine, the X-Men aren't mine, blah blah blah blah blah.