Here's the next chapter. I didn't see any reviews on the last one, so I hope y'all are still reading…

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters involved…

Chapter 3

Ron suddenly awoke back in the tree house. "H… How did I get here?" He said out loud, rubbing his head slightly. He felt a slight headache right at his temples, which was weird, because he usually doesn't get headaches.

Standing up from the couch, he went over to the hole in the floor that led to the wooden steps. He started to climb down, but then an idea flashed in his mind. Ron let go of the top rung, and dropped to the ground below.

He landed light as a feather in a fighting stance, and ready for anything. "Whoa! Was that my Monkey Power?" He said aloud to himself.

I better get to bed. I bet Mom and Dad are wondering where I've been. What time is it anyway? Not having a watch on, Ron just headed straight home.

Quietly he opened the front door, and silently went to his bedroom. He took off his clothes and slipped into his sheets. Glancing over at the clock, he saw that it read 3:00 am. Wow! Didn't think I was at Mr. North's that long.

Feeling a little itchy, Ron squirmed in his sheets, trying to scratch the middle of his back. What an odd sensation. It still feels like I still have clothes on. He closed his eyes, and gradually fell asleep.

At 7 the next morning, his alarm went off, and Ron stumbled out of bed after slapping the teddy bear alarm off. He looked over at Rufus' cage, and seeing that he was still asleep, decided to go without him.

Now why did I get up so early on a Saturday…? He snapped his fingers, suddenly remembering. That's right, Kim and I are going to the mall. Why do I keep letting her drag me to those Club Banana sales?

After showering, he donned his trademark hockey jersey and cargo's, and headed out the door. He was supposed to meet Kim at her house at 8, and it was 10 minutes to. Ron was going to walk in as usual, but something stopped him. He cautiously turned the knob, and discovered that it was locked. Odd thing number 2 today. The Possibles almost never have the door locked when I'm expected to come over.

He rang the doorbell, and in less than 3 seconds, the door opened, revealing Kim still in her pajamas. "Ron? What are you…? Oh no… We're going to the mall today, aren't we?"

"Uh, yeah KP. Remember? You do know how rare it is to see me up this early on a Saturday, don't you?" Ron spoke as he walked in, and noticed that the usual sounds of a large family were strangely non-existent. "Where is everybody?"

"Mom and Daddy are off making a 'Connection' again to help keep their marriage strong. I think it's another one of those Spousal Encounter groups."

"Like they need them." Ron said. "I mean, your parents seem like they were destined to be together. Almost like a Teal Cat and a Beige Raccoon."

Kim looked at her boyfriend with a sideways glance, and said, "OK, Mr. Animology. Let me get a shower and get dressed, and then we'll go."

"Sure, KP. I'll hang down here and wait for you. Where's your twin terrors?" He suddenly realized there were no engine noises, or explosions.

"Sleep over. They won't be back until the early afternoon." Kim spoke as she was half way up the stairs. "Now I'll be ready in a jif."

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While Kim was getting ready, Ron helped himself to a couple cookies and a glass of milk. Just as he was finishing his snack in the kitchen, Kim walked in looking as radiant as ever.

"Took long enough." Ron muttered just before downing the last gulp of milk.

"What did you say?" Kim asked, narrowing her eyes at Ron.

Why had he said that? Ron was suddenly flustered. "Ummm… cooked long enough, as in, the cookies were baked long enough. In fact, just right. You're Mom bakes good cookies Kim."

"Those were store-bought, Ron."

"Ahhh… He He… I Love You?" He said looking deep into her eyes, hoping he dodged a bullet.

"You better…" Kim said, eyes still narrowed. Immediately she then went back to her chipper self. "Now let's go before all the sales are over."

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After shopping for about 2 hours, Ron was starting to get a bit worn out. "Kim…? How much longer are we gonna do this? I'm hungry and tired."

"OK, we'll take a break and get something to eat. You'll need your energy for later. I haven't even started to look for shoes." Ron swallowed hard at the realization.

The two walked over to the Bueno Nacho in the food court, and each ordered their food. Kim got a taco salad, and Ron ordered a Chimerito plate (Grande sized).

Just as they started to eat, both heard a voice that just grated at the base of their respective spines. It started at the base, and gradually moved up to just below the skull. Both looked up at the same time from their food to see Bonnie heading into the food court talking loudly on her mobile phone.

A few seconds later, Bonnie noticed Kim and Ron. "Call you back later, Brick Honey. I've just seen a couple things I need to take care of."

"I suddenly don't want to finish this, Kim. Let's bag it up, and eat it later." As Bonnie got closer Ron's nose suddenly began to twitch as if he smelled thing familiar, but he wasn't sure what.

"Oh, don't leave on MY account… loser." Kim bristled at Bonnie's comment. "Oh, I'm sorry, K. Didn't see you sitting there."

"That's quite all right, Bonnie." Kim said between clenched teeth. "Now what do you want?"

"Oh, I just wanted to tell you that…" Suddenly it was as if someone had flicked a switch, and all sound to Ron was reduced to barely a whisper, and it was severely muffled. Another odd sensation he felt, was it was as if his consciousness was suddenly skewed to one side. He could still see out of his eyes, but that was the only sensation he had. He couldn't feel his arms, legs, or anything else. He felt himself say something, and then suddenly it all snapped back to normal.

Then he noticed that Bonnie had stopped talking, and both girls were now looking at him with puzzled looks on their faces. "I can't believe you just said that to me!" Bonnie said, raising her voice.

"What? What did I say? Kim?" He looked across the table at his girlfriend, and Bonnie suddenly left them alone with a strange look on her face.

"You don't know what you just said Ron?" Kim asked astonished.

"It was kinda weird Kim. For a second there, everything around me was muffled, and I heard myself say something, but I don't know what I said."

"Well…" Kim started to speak slowly. "It sounded like you said 'Roh Walla.'"

"Why does that sound familiar?" Ron muttered to himself.

"Are you feeling OK, Ron?" Kim asked. "Do I need to have Wade scan you for any weirdness?"

"No!" Ron answered quickly, startling Kim. "I'm sorry, Kim. No, that's OK. Although I would like him to look up that word I just said to Bonnie."

Pulling out the Kimmunicator, Kim connected herself to Wade. "What up, Kim?"

"Can you look something up for us? It's something we heard today, but we would like to know what it means." Kim glanced at Ron, who was grateful that Kim didn't mention what had just happened to him.

"Sure. Whatcha' got?"

"Roh' Walla." Kim spoke with what she hoped was the same inflection that Ron had given it.

"Give me a few secondssss…. Got it! Roh' Wall ah'. It's an old Native American phrase that means "Shaman of the Lake."

"Oh Kay…" Kim said, thinking to herself. "Can you do something else for me?"

"Sure, Kim. Anything."

"This is going to sound odd, and may take a while. But can you research the Rockwaller name in the history books? I'd like to know a little of Bonnie's heritage. Specifically anything related to this phrase."

"You got it, Kim. You're right, this will take a while. I'll call you back this evening and let you know what I find."

"Thanks Wade. Have I told you lately that you Rock?" Wade smiled, and cut the connection.

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That evening, Monique had come over to Kim's house to see the new shoes she had bought. Just as Kim put on the third pair to show her best friend, the Kimmunicator sounded off.

"Hey Wade… You find anything?"

"Kim… why do your hunches always come up things that are really weird?"

"What do you mean Wade?"

"Kim… Bonnie has ancestors who are Native American. And guess what?"

"What…?"

"Roh' Wall ah' is what her last name used to be a couple hundred years ago. A relative on her mothers side is Native American!"

"How did Ron know that?" Kim muttered to herself as she disconnected from Wade.

To be continued…

Note: Any Native American words I use are purely made up by me.