Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible. This is done for fun and not profit. A phrase about blood and a turnip comes to mind.

Author's Notes: We get into the meat of the story now. I would like to thank all those that have read this story. Also to those that have reviewed, and even added it already to their Favorites List. I am truly humbled that my prologue received that type of response.

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It was Monday morning in Middleton, and it was time for a plan to start to take action.

"Seemingly perfect pubescent parties should be brought into their places," stated one Ronald, don't call me Ron, Stoppable to his companion Justine Flanders.

Justine sighed in response and rolled her eyes, "I don't see why you are doing this. Social sciences are full of conjecture and unrepeatable in experimentation. The best they have are theories, and…"

"Exactly, my imminently logical co-brain, and who is the theorist of our endeavors? Who has vision beyond the ken of mortal man?"

Again with a sigh and an eye roll, "You are, Ronald, but I don't see how this will further anything. All the research we have done points to the fact that they have been like that since Pre-K, much the same as we have."

"So true, my brilliant blonde friend, but if one would care to look deeper, it points that the firm foundations of friendship that they share don't finely fit together as the facade that is presented to public ponderance. Example one, Kimberly Anne Possible, both parents doctors, father a PhD in Mechanical Engineering and Astrophysics, Mother an MD specializing in Neural Surgery, both at the top of their fields, but the daughter, while displaying above average intelligence has shown no sign in interest in either medicine, or science, and is very much caught up in her perceived image. Example two, Bonnie Blue Rockwaller, youngest of three sisters, Connie, who is in competition for the Valedictorians position of this year's senior class, and Lonnie, who is reputedly a shoo in for Homecoming Queen, even though she is a junior. Both have a long running claim on the senior high talent show, not necessarily by their own talents on the stage, but more on the psychological techniques used on the other contestants that could pose a threat, yet she seems willing to let Kimberly or Tara take the lead from time to time. The third example, Tara Reece Starling, she comes from an average working class family, no other siblings, above average in mathematics, but struggles in grammar and writing, average in most other subjects, except physical education. Can you tell me what doesn't fit in this scenario?"

Justine huffed, "Logically it is Tara; her background is off from that of the other two. Her skill level while accelerated in one are is average to limited in the rest, while Kimberly and Bonnie have similar backgrounds and are above average, or excel at whatever they attempt."

"Quiet so," affirmed Ron. "So why are they so close? What does Tara bring to the table that marks her as equal?"

"That is the question that the experimentation will begin with. We will proceed from that point when we have our answers." Ronald paused briefly before turning to Justine. "Did you check the calculations that I sent you last night?"

"No," she said acidly, "the encryption that you used on it bogged down my machine till it locked. I couldn't even get it to do a manual shutdown. I told you to quit using your experimental computer to send me things."

"It is entirely your fault. I offered to supply a QBit computer to you, but you didn't accept the offer."

"I just feel odd about having untested experimental devices in my bedroom."

"Experimental, yes, untested, no. Actually, I have multiple parties interested in using it, Governments mainly, but some other entities also. The lawyers should be close to hammering out a contract for it. Of course, it is just my first working edition of it, only a four bit processor, but far more powerful than what they already have."

"So we are looking at more funding then? Good. I have a couple of ideas that I believe are ready for the next stage in development."

"Fine, fine, now let us to my current research turn," scowled Ron as he turned and headed towards the table that the Terrific Trio.

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Kim, Bonnie and Tara were sitting at a table in the cafeteria going over homework and gossiping before their first class. Tara handed back the algebra assignments to the other two nodding. "I think that you two have it down. How was my English home work?"

"You did pretty good this time. I think you are doing better than you have so far," replied Kim.

"Good, good, now all the homework is out of the way, I need to talk to you two about more important things." Kim sighed, and Tara's eyes got wider as her attention focused on Bonnie. "We are all cheerleaders, that is good, but we can be so much more. Pretty much all of the seventh grade looks to us on trends, fashion, and etcetera, but there are still the eighth graders. Now, Bobby Stanton has been hinting that he wants to ask me to the movies. The problem with that, is that my parents will only let me group date. He has two friends that are almost as popular as he is, and both are also eighth graders. That type of exposure will be sure to put us well into the upper echelons of the eighth grade food chain."

"I don't know, Bonnie, I have seen the guys that he hangs around, they kind of give me the," Kim didn't complete her answer and she just shivered.

Tara sat back and crossed her arms, not a good sign to Bonnie, "I tend to agree with Kim. Bobby seems like a nice guy, but those other two are kinda creepy. Plus, you know my parents; anything over G they have to be with me."

"Well, we could do a mall crawl with them. We might even get them to get us smoothies from the new health food store."

Tara almost moaned at the mention of the smoothies. The only one they had was when the three of them had pooled the meager funds to afford the near ten dollar price. "Well, maybe that wouldn't be so bad. We were planning to go to the mall Saturday anyway, right, Kim?"

Kim sighed as she looked into the 'poor little orphan' eyes of Tara. She would have to admit that they were nearly as effective as the 'puppy dog pout' that she had picked up from her mother. "Okay, the mall, nothing else, and they better not balk at any smoothie that we want, or any store we want to go into."

Bonnie smiled, "I will make sure that they agree to that."

"And," Kim firmly added, "No touching unless we give express permission. If they try anything…"

"Sixteen different types of Kung Fu will be unleashed on them," mimicked Tara and Bonnie.

"Got that straight."

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As Ronald approached the gathering, he turned on his smile. Controlling his approach he came up from behind Tara and slid just to her left. "Miss Possible, Miss Rockwaller good day," he then turned to Tara and tucked beneath her chin and gave her a wink, "and who could forget the lovely Miss Starling."

Bonnie stood up and glared at Ronald, "And who do you think you are just to come up to OUR table."

Unplussed by the expected outburst Ronald merely looked at Bonnie and bowed, "Miss Rockwaller, allow me to introduce myself to you and your associates, especially you Miss Starling," as he winked at her again, and noticed her slightly blush and giggle. "I am Ronald S. Stoppable, humble student such as yourselves, gentleman inventor, and theoretical scientist."

"My dad is a scientist," quipped in Kim, jealous of the boys attention on Tara and none on her.

"Yes, James Timothy Possible, I am well aware of him. While his mechanical engineering is to be commended, I am highly awaiting his labs findings in cybertronics." Turning back to Bonnie, "I feel it is my right to approach any table in this public cafeteria, being a student in this school. The reason why I chose to approach THIS table should be quite obvious. I wish to bask in the glow of beauty from the radiant Miss Starling." Kneeling Ronald turned to Tara, "Would you do me the honor of allowing me to walk you to your first class of this day, so that I may possibly have enough pleasant memories to last through the course of this day."

Tara did nothing but nod rapidly and stood up. She looked toward the other two grinned excitedly, turned, and then presented her arm to Ronald. As they walked away, Kim growled.

"I know, K, I can't believe that she did that either."

"No, he didn't even look twice at me!"

Bonnie changed from glare mode at Tara to shock at Kim.