I do not own any Disney characters named herein and am only borrowing them to tell a nonprofit tale meant for entertainment purposes only.
Kim Possible: Invisible
BY LJ58
16
"What's going on," Bonnie cried as the ground seemed to be moving around them now.
"Remember we're in some kind of….terrarium," Wade told the woman. "We're obviously being moved."
"Who….?"
"I don't know," he said and headed out of the small farmhouse where he had been working on a few things to hopefully increase their chances.
"No visibility," Jack told him curtly as he turned to see him coming outside. "They did something to block our view now."
Wade looked up, and said, "Ocular Inversion," he said quietly, noting the glass walls and sky now looked like an endless blue sky all around them even if they couldn't see beyond those walls they knew were there.
"Whatever. I just know when we came outside this morning, we couldn't see a damn thing but that fake sky," Jack gestured as the others all worked in the nearby field, and didn't even pause to look their way because by now they all knew they were on their own.
"We were being moved, too. Which means whatever happened, Kim or her brothers came back for us, and those agents obviously didn't even consider…."
"Kid, you may be smart, but you're annoying, too. Just tell me your brain has conjured something that will work."
Wade nodded.
"I believe with the few parts we managed to scrape up from that leftover storeroom, I can build a water purifier that will not only keep us supplied with fresh water, but it'll also increase our yield by letting us recycle the water used for irrigation."
"How long….?"
"I'm putting together a prototype now," he told him. "What about the…."
"We have about a half-acre of wheat planted now. With the corn, if it all grows, we should have enough of a crop to manage even if all else fails. Only what about storage?"
"That's the easy part. I'm already building a millstone, too, and we can grind and store wheat or corn that can last for months," Wade assured him.
"Wondered what that contraption in the barn was supposed to be. Okay, which leaves what?"
"Someone is still pilfering the rations. We lost another case of peaches last night. I noticed they were gone when I went to get coffee for Bonnie this morning."
"I've got a feeling I know," Jack said coldly. "You gonna stand with us if this comes to trial, kid."
"As we all agreed," Wade said grimly. "We all stick together, or we all certainly die together. We cannot overlook this kind of theft, or we're going to run out of provisions before we can get our first crop in the storage bins."
"I'll hold a little Q&A at lunch. You just back me up," Jack told him. "Be ready."
"I will."
Wade looked up and grimaced.
"I just hope they aren't planning new torments," he grimaced.
"You and me both, kid," Jack called him as Wade turned to head back to the farmhouse.
Dr. Director came from the back even as he entered the house, and wiped her sweating brow. "Laundry's done," she said and glowered. "Although I'm ready to kill Junior. He's gone through enough laundry for five men, and some of it was….sticky," she grimaced.
"Sticky? You mean….?"
"I'm trying not to think of what was on those sheets," he grimaced.
"Dr. Director," he told her. "We lost a case of peaches overnight. Could it have been juice?"
The one-eyed brunette frowned, and turned and walked back down the hall, and pushed in the door of the room where the big man set up his own very messy kingdom. She opened the closet, rummaged, and then went to the dresser. When she opened the last drawer, she found over a dozen large cans and an opener.
"Looks like we don't need Jack's planned inquest," he said grimly as Dr. Director eyed him, and said, "Fourteen cans in a case. We have twelve. Two are missing."
"Help me," Wade said, and they began carrying the cans back to the kitchen pantry. Bonnie spotted them, and asked, "Where did you find….?"
"Junior's room."
"Oh, no. Oh, that idiot," she seethed.
"I'm not so sure," Wade said blandly.
"What do you mean," Dr. Director asked.
"I know you're the law enforcement officer, but I do know the people Kim chased," Wade said. "As I wager, Bonnie knows her….new family. Tell me, Bonnie, would Junior ever spill something on his sheets and leave them?"
"Heavens, no. He'd be screaming for a maid or something to clean up if he had the slightest wrinkle…."
"I think someone framed him," Wade said. "Consider, this opener is not exactly the sort of thing Junior would use very well either," he said, putting the device on the table with the cans they carried.
"Which means, someone pointedly planted all of that to make him a suspect."
"Someone who doesn't truly know Junior," Bonnie said, "Because he would never open a can himself even if he was starving," the brunette declared.
"Another good point," Wade agreed.
"So, someone who isn't as smart as he thinks, and yet disdains those around him as much as our needs," Dr. Director remarked.
"Lucre," Jack Hench said as he came in just then. "Found the evidence, did you?"
"All aimed at Junior."
"That boy couldn't pull a heist with step-by-step directions," Jack sneered.
"We agree," Betty nodded at him.
"And just now, the momma's boy is the only one that didn't ask for one of Bon-Bon's sandwiches when we took our break," he said and set the basket on the table he had been carrying. "Now, why wouldn't that brat be hungry if he's been eating the same as we have," Jack asked.
"We have our thief," Wade nodded.
"I have to agree," Betty nodded.
"We'll do my planned session at lunch, as I planned," he told Wade. "Be ready to go along with me. Whatever I say."
"I better get the rest of those cans," Betty sighed, "And finish the housework," she grimaced, her skills not much use in the field or in the kitchen, which relegated her to maid work around the farm.
Fortunately, Bonnie proved to be a good cook, and so with Wade's help planning and setting their fields, they were at least building a potential future for the moment. If they could keep their provisions from running low. Or being stolen.
"We'll be ready. Game faces on," Betty nodded at him.
"Indeed," Jack smirked at her.
~KP~
"Whoa, that's grim," Jim said as he eyed the monitor where they now watched Kim's farm after reclaiming it, and upgrading it slightly after it was put into their own lab.
"What….? Is that….?"
"They hung Lucre. Seems they're getting serious about survival, and apparently, the little wannabe was stealing food, and they took it seriously."
Tim grimaced.
"So, do we offer help?"
Jim eyed his brother, then the monitor.
"We'll watch for now. They start thinking we'll bail them out every other day, and they might get lazy. We'll see how well they manage first," Jim declared.
"Right. I'm more interested in finding Kim's dimension anyway," Tim admitted. "Any clue?"
"The frequency might be a lead, but there are still over a hundred different dimensional pulses inside that single frequency. Somehow, Kim must have been able to tune in past the….haze, I guess, and find one particular pulse."
"It's never easy with her," Tim sighed, Jim still sitting at a console where an oval screen attached to a viewer Kim had designed, built, and theorized to prove you could literally look in on other dimensions if you just had the frequencies to pierce that realm.
"When did she ever do anything the easy way," Jim huffed.
"True. True. Hear anything from GJ of late?"
"They're still rebuilding. Half their best and senior agents went in with Du. And went up with Du. He blundered, and everyone knows it by now. He walked right into a trap that literally blew up in his face."
"Even I didn't realize Kim was playing hardball," Tim remarked.
"We both know she always had a mean streak," Jim scoffed. "They just brought it out this time, and that idiot Will likely never saw it coming."
"He always was 2D."
"Well, now we know why Kim didn't want us coming to help," Jim remarked. "She was probably afraid we'd interfere."
"She really should know better," Tim remarked. "Still, I doubt even we could have done better. That must have been one sweet lure to get them all inside, and take them out that neatly."
"Well, whatever she intended, she obviously left her mark behind. They won't be forgetting her after this one," Jim declared.
"And they'll probably label her as a felon, or worse."
Jim eyed his brother.
"Time to share a little truth," Jim declared. "Let's put it all together, and release it before the media or anyone else can censor the facts."
"Agreed. Everything, everywhere, all at once," Tim agreed. "Only we'd better lock down before and after. They'll be eyeing us when they can't get to Kim."
"No doubt about that one. And…."
Both of them gasped as they turned to eye the console where a hazy swirl of endlessly random patterns suddenly locked on a signal that repeated constantly.
A Kimmunicator signal and that meant it had to have only one source.
"We found her," they shouted and turned to the dimensional viewer as the console's monitors now focused on a wide, grassy plain where two women were standing next to the Roth.
To Be Continued….
