Who Was Drew Lipsky?

Chapter 2 - Mrs. Lipsky

by Shawn Q. Evans

Kim Possible and related characters copyright Walt Disney Co.

"Mrs. Lipsky? We'd like to know if you could spare a moment to talk about your son?", asked Kim, earnestly, as she stood in front of the Lipsky homestead.

"Oh, you're the one my Drewby was counseling that one Mother's Day!", enthused Mrs. Lipsky. "Come in! Come in!"

"Uh, Kim, what the? Counseling?", asked a perplexed Ron.

"Mrs. Lipsky thinks Dr. Drakken was a radio talk show host who counseled people on-air", answered Kim matter-of-factly.

"Oh, I see!", replied Ron. "So, was he able to help you?"

"Ron!", said an exasperated Kim.

"What?"

"Never mind! Just don't mention Drakken's supervillainy!", said Kim.

"Gotcha, KP!"

"Please sit down and make yourselves comfortable! Would you like some tea?", asked Mrs. Lipsky.

"That would be fine, Mrs. Lipsky", said Kim, who scanned the room with her Kimmunicator as soon as Mrs. Lipsky left.

"Oh! Do you have Chamomile? Or Earl Grey?", asked Ron, energetically.

"Ronnnnn!", said an annoyed Kim.

"Oh, you're right, Kim!", commented Ron. "Earl Grey makes me twitchy. Do you think she has any green tea?"

"Is Lipton okay? It's decaf!", announced Mrs. Lipsky, as she carried a pot and cups to Kim and Ron.

"Thank you, Mrs. Lipsky!", said Kim, reaching for her cup o' tea.

"How are you, dear? Was my Drewby able to help you?", asked a smiling Mrs. Lipsky.

"Oh. Yes. Dr. Drew was a big help that day. Ahem", answered Kim. "But I'm here to ask you about a different matter. You see, Dr. Drak - Drew - is missing. We were wondering if you might know where he is?"

"Oh my!", said a worried Mrs. Lipsky. "Did that bad Eddie get my Drewby in trouble again?"

"No. Not at all. We just need to find him right away. It's important, uh, for a story we're doing", replied a quick-witted Kim.

"You're reporters?" asked a skeptical Mrs. Lipsky.

"Not investigative. A human interest piece. People Drewby helped. And I wouldn't worry about Drew, Mrs. Lipsky. He probably went on vacation without telling his staff!", added a smiling Kim, recovering her composure.

"A long vacation", whispered Ron.

"Not now, Ron", whispered Kim back at him.

"Oh. I see. Well, he could be impulsive", said Mrs. Lipsky. "But I haven't seen him in quite a while. He's always so busy with his radio show and helping people!"

"If you don't mind, could we take a look around?", asked Kim. "Get a sense of who he was, ah, is."

"Of course! Help yourself!", replied the amiablel Mrs. Lipsky.

"Where was Drew's room?" asked Kim.

"Upstairs, second on the right, dearie!", answered Mrs. Lipsky.

"Thank you! Come on, Ron!", said Kim.

"I wasn't getting any usable readings downstairs", said Kim, as she scanned Drew/Drakken's room.

"I wouldn't want to, either! Look at what he was up to as a kid!", said Ron, pointing to the Ramp of Doom, a hotwheels set with a male action figure strapped to a car at the top of an incline. "He was always el twisto!"

"Not a newsflash!", said Kim, as she continued scanning. "Ron, don't touch that..."

But Ron did touch it. The mini deathcar raced down the track, looped the loop through spinning blades of mutilation, then launched into space as lasers ensured the little man met a fiery end.

"Ron! Watch out!", Kim yelled.

"I got it, KP!", exclaimed Ron, as he tossed his backpack onto the lasers to snuff them out.

Just then, Mrs. Lipsky was at the door.

"I've got cookies!", said Mrs. Lipsky, as the contents of Ron's backpack spilled onto the floor in front of her. "Oh my!"

"Sorry, Mrs. L! Little accident", said Ron, sheepishly. "I'll pick it up."

As Ron gathered up the items, one particular thing caught Kim's eye.

"Ron, what are you doing with THAT?", asked Kim, harshly.

"Oh, this? It's important, Kim! It's uh...", answered Ron, nervously eyeing Mrs. Lipsky standing next to him.

"It's a ferretmobile! My Drewby had one just like it!", boasted Mrs. Lipsky. "Well, not just like it. His was much larger!"

" 'Drewby' had a fearless ferretmobile?" queried an incredulous Kim.

"Oh yes! He loved that little car! He'd drive it all over the neighborhood! I wonder whatever happened to it? I suppose it doesn't matter now", said Mrs. Lipsky.

"I see. Thanks for your time, Mrs. Lipsky", said Kim. "Let's go, Ron!"

"I hope this was helpful in your search for my Drewby!", said a concerned Mrs. Lipsky.

"Yes. Of course. Thank you again, ma'am", said Kim, politely.

"You'll find him, then?", asked a worried Mrs. Lipsky.

" We'll do all we can to find your son, Drew, Mrs. Lipsky", vowed Kim. "You have my word on that! So don't worry."

"Kim...!", interjected Ron.

"Not now, Ron!", uttered Kim. "We have to go now, Mrs. Lipsky. Take care!"

"Oh, um, why don't you keep that collectible edition ferretmobile that they only made 300 of, Mrs. Lipsky? We were going to give it to 'Drew' anyway. You could hold it for him?", offered Ron.

"Oh! Thank you! I'm sure he'll love it! Bye!", added Mrs. Lipsky, waving.

"Bye!", said both Kim and Ron as they exited the home Drew Lipsky grew up in.

"How could you say that, Kim?", asked a peeved Ron.

"We'll find Drew, Mrs. Lipsky!", said Ron in a girlish voice.

"I only promised to try, Ron! Nothing wrong with that! I had to tell her something!", said a ticked off Kim.

"You may want to try the truth next time!", countered Ron.

"Don't start. Just. Don't", continued Kim. "And what's with you and that thing? Hasn't it caused enough trouble?"

"That 'thing' was evidence, KP!", said Ron, authoritatively. "That's why I held onto it!"

"Is that why you let Mrs. Lipsky keep it?", asked Kim.

"It, I felt bad for her, okay?", answered Ron.

"And here I thought I was the one with the guilt issues!", jeered Kim.

"It's not guilt!" clarified Ron. "It wasn't like that."

"It wasn't much in the way of evidence, either!", added Kim. "Except of you, maybe! Yours were the only prints on it, Ron!"

"Oh, so I did it?", said a sarcastic Ron. "That's it, Kim! You figured it out! I did everything! Can we go home now?"

"Don't be silly, Ron!", Kim reasoned. "You didn't even..."

Just then Kim, through the corner of her eye, sees a blur move in front of them.

"Didn't even what, Kim?", asked Ron.

"Did you see that?", asked a puzzled Kim.

"What?", asked a clueless Ron.

"Something just moved, very fast, right over there!", said Kim, pointing.

"Well, there's nothing over there now, Kim!" exclaimed Ron. "Are you sure you're not seeing things? Stress does things to the mind, you know."

"I'm not seeing things, Ron! Well, I am, but, and I know there's nothing over there now!", said an exasperated Kim. "Oh, forget it! Let's get out of here! We still have another person to see."

"Who?", inquired Ron.

"Motor Ed."

Next:

Motor Ed!

And more on Drew's past.

Seriously!

Notes

In "Rewriting History", the Ramp of Doom is in the attic. But for the sake of the story, I placed it in Drew's old bedroom and altered it slightly. Although, since Kim and Ron 'dreamed' the events of that episode, it's possible they never happened.