Disclaimer: The Walt Disney Company has reserved all rights to Kim and the gang. Uncle Walt would be proud of the show. Though I think he might rise out of his cryogenic chamber and create havoc across the Buena Vista lot if he read some of my stories. Oh, well. I don't get paid for this little slice of Heaven, or my own villain, Blackout.
Chapter 8: Pizza Day
Kim, Ron, Monique and Bon Bon were sitting in the cafeteria, at the senior's table, eating Fruits of the Sea. Well, the girls were noshing from the platter heaped with steamed shrimp, Oysters Rockefeller, clams and scallops. Ron had just returned with a tray loaded with the cafe special... cardboard pizza with extra cheese.
"So you just walked up to Killigan and started talking to him?" Monique asked.
Kim piped in, "I thought Ron had a screw loose or something. But... I trust him."
Ron swallowed a slice of pizza and smiled. "It seemed like a good idea. I mean, Duff isn't such an evil guy. Just a little misguided."
Ron devoured another slice. Rufus hopped out his pocket and said, "Cheese!" He dove onto the plate.
Ron continued, "I didn't think it would be that easy, though." He let out a whopping "BELCH!" The girls sat up, shocked. Ron sheepishly added, "Sorry, excuse me."
Rufus fanned his nose and said "PeYew!"
Bon Bon tapped Kim's hand to get her attention and, with a stern look on her face, motioned towards Ron.
Kim sighed and nodded at her two girlfriends. "Ron, can I ask a favor of you?"
Ron looked up from his attack on the plate of pizza. "Sure Kim, what?" He looked around the table at the three woman with frowns on their faces. "Oh, my manners." He looked sorrowfully at the plate in front of him. "I do apologize to you for my rude table manners. I will try to control my... vocal outbursts."
"We thank you for that," Kim said. Bon Bon motioned with both hands towards Ron. "But, we're also concerned..."
Kim looked at the two girls. Bon Bon's face and posture was saying go on. Monique raised a fist and mouthed, 'Be strong!'
Kim took a deep breath. "Look Ron. We're concerned about your health. All the pizza and naco's and chimerito's you eat, covered in cheese, can not be good for your heart. Your arteries must be clogged within an inch of their life, of your life!"
Ron paused, mouth open for the last piece of pizza he held in front of his face. He slowly put the slice down and closed his mouth. "You mean it?"
Monique chimed in, "Nobody, and I mean no body can handle that amount of unhealthy stuff you cram in your mouth."
"We watch you eat. Your cholesterol must be through the roof. You're killing yourself with that stuff." Bon Bon added.
Kim started to doodle with a finger on the back of his hand. "Will you do us... will you do me a favor and go see the school Dietitian? She can explain it better than we can."
Ron took Kim's doodling digit in his hand and, with his other, pushed away the plate with the last piece of pizza on it. Rufus scampered over and started to munch. "For you Kim," he looked at the other two, "Monique... Bon Bon, I would do anything."
They all smiled. Then, BeepBeepBeBeep! They all let out a groan.
Kim unpocketed the Kimmunicator. "Hi Wade, what's the sitch!"
Wade smiled. "So did you talk to Ron about you know what, yet?"
Kim looked warily at her website guru. "Yea, how did you know?"
"Well, it's near the end of your lunch period and the school has pizza every Thursday. I put two and two together and got..." Wade paused.
"Four." Kim said in defeat of his logic.
Wade took a sip of soda. "The reason I called was I got a tip that Motor Ed is going to try and rob the Pike's Peak Auto Museum tomorrow evening."
Kim was stunned. "You know his plans for tomorrow? Where do you get these tips?"
"I got a couple of anonymous sources that always leave reliable tips. I don't look a gift horse in the mouth."
Kim thought about it for a nonce, then said, "O.K. set up a ride, please and thank you."
Wade typed really fast for a moment and said, "Done. Basil Boulder will pick you up tomorrow after school."
"Basil..." Kim thought, "Oh, yea the rock climber we saved from the avalanche in the Alps last April."
"Wait, isn't Motor Ed someone the local authorities... or G.J. could handle?" Bon Bon queried.
"Yea, Wade. Why aren't they handling it?" Kim asked.
"Normally they would, but G.J. is having their annual," Wade's voice went all syrupy, "touchy-feely get-in-touch-with-your-self conference in Paris. They can't spare the manpower."
Ron asks, "And what about the Colorado Springs P.D.?"
Wade typed a little and said, "They're having their annual Children's Charity Dinner and can't spare anyone either."
Ron looked sour, "And Ed probably knows that it's our date night. So why not spoil Kim and Ron's fun too!"
"Well, gotta go!" Wade said and quickly quit the connection. (He could sense it was a good time to get out of there.)
Kim stood up. "Probably so, but we have ten minutes left and we need to see the Dietitian." She grabbed Ron's arm and, yanking him out of his seat, started dragging him out the door.
Ron turned sideways and waved to the two remaining table occupants. "See ya later Bon Bon... Mon!"
He turned just in time to avoid getting a face full of door.
A/N: About the disclaimer. I know the rumors. I've heard 'em all and they are false. Walt Disney did not have his body, or just his head, frozen after his death. It was a fad at the time, but he did not partake. Sorry to burst anyones bubble.