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Chapter 17 Good Bad and Great News

"Mi piace!" Kim said in perfect Italian, then translated, "I like it!"

"Very good Kim-sama," Yori said as she took the CD from Kim. "You just learned to speak Italian in under seven minutes." Yori went to the shelf and perused the collection of discs. "What language would you like to learn next?"

Kim thought for a moment. "Well, Russian would be good, or Mandarin Chinese."

Ron came into the room. "How are my two favorite ladies doing?"

Kim jumped into Ron's arms and kissed him. "Badical! I just learned four different languages in a half hour. The Power Rocks!"

Ron walked over to the wall of language CDs. He ran his finger along one shelf and turned to Kim. "Quanto tempo rimane?"

"Kim will not be much longer," Yori said to him. "In fact, she may leave at any time she likes. This experiment was only to see if she could learn languages quickly with her Power. We have proven she can."

"And I think Ron just showed he could too," Kim smirked. "He didn't know Italian before now. How many languages did you pick up when you were at the shelf?"

"Veinte," he answered smiling.

"You just learned twenty different languages by running your finger over that shelf?" Yori said in amazement. "I knew you could do it fast, but Kim was taking seven or eight minutes per language. I've been working on them for years and I'm only half way through!"

Ron shrugged. "No big. Who's up for some snackage?"

Yori sat down at the computer terminal. "I would like to eat some... snackage as you say, but I must write a report of Kim and your accomplishments of today."

Kim gently lifted Yori from her chair and sat down. "Maybe I can help." Kim's fingers flew over the keyboard. One minute later, "Done!"

Yori looked over Kim's shoulder and smiled. "What took you so long?" she asked sarcastically.

Kim nudged her oriental friend with an elbow. "I could only go as fast as the computer would allow."

"Wait til Wade learns he's a slow poke at the keyboard," Ron said jovially.

Kim got up and hooked her arm with Ron's. He held out the other for Yori. "Shall we?" he asked. She accepted it with a smile and the three teens walked to the cafeteria.

They got their food and sat at a table. "Oh," Yori said, "Rufus-sama talked to me earlier and asked me to give you a message, Ron-sama."

"What did the little guy have to say," Ron asked.

"He said to tell his bestest friend that this is a Saturday morning Disney Cartoon, and that you would understand."

Ron smiled.

"What did Rufus-sama mean by that?" Yori queried.

"It means," Kim ventured, "that no matter what the drama, no matter what dire situation the good guys get into, everything comes out right in the end and the good guys triumph over evil. Right?"

"Yep!" Ron agreed. "That's basic story line S.O.P. for all cartoons. Bad guy does something bad, good guy goes in to foil, gets captured, gets free and stops bad guy."

Yori giggled. "I never thought about it."

"Well Ron is a connoisseur of all things anime," Kim laughed, "on either side of the Pacific."

"What else did you two talk about?" Ron asked his oriental friend.

"Well," she thought a moment, "we chatted about what he is... or is not. We also discussed emotions. Then he told me we could talk again, but only for the next nine months. I am not sure what he meant by that."

Ron smiled knowingly. "Woo Hoo!" Kim yelled and leapt into Ron's arms, knocking him off his seat. They tumbled to the floor and Kim kiss her husband passionately.

The proverbial light bulb came on above Yori's head. "Oh, I see."

"Yes," Kim said smugly as she pick Ron and herself off the floor. "The last Prophesy."

"Not to mention our dreams," Ron added.

"Congratulations," Yori bowed, "and thank you for allowing me to be the fist to hear the happy news that you are..." she blushed.

"You can say it," Kim beamed and squealed in glee, "I'm pregnant with a son!"

"I only wish..." Ron started, slightly down hearted.

"What?" Kim asked, "What do you wish for?"

Ron scratched the back of his head. "I only want to be able to be with you more before our son is born."

The two girls giggled. "Baka na!" Yori said condescendingly.

"Yeah, he is foolish, isn't he," Kim tittered. "But then again, he was out sick the week we learned about sex in Home Ec. class."

"What are you two talking about?" Ron puzzled.

Kim leaned over and whispered in his ear. BOINK! It hit Ron and he cheered up. "Really, that long?"

Kim giggled. "Yeah, if you can stand to do it when I'm a big fat..."

Ron cut her off. "Kim, Kim, Kim! I will love you even if you got as big as Aunt Sophia Stoppable."

Kim's face soured. "Ewww! If I ever got that fat I hope you'll put me out of my misery." Yori and Ron looked at her in astonishment. "I was joking!" Kim said defensively. "Aunt Sophia is a wonderful person that has a eating problem." She grabbed Ron's hand as her head sank to her chest. "I apologize for being insensitive to her condition."

Ron took her chin in his hand and raised her head to look into her eyes. "Hey, I know your totally P.C."

"Yes Kim-sama," Yori smiled. "You do not have a politically incorrect bone in your body." She giggled. "We were just playing you."

Kim fumed for a second, then smiled wickedly. "Ron's sense of humor has rubbed off on you."

Sensei walked up to the table as Kim and Yori finished their salads. Ron had finished his food five minutes earlier.

"I am sorry to disturb you during your repast," Sensei said sorrowfully, "but I have news."

"What is it, Master Sensei," Yori asked.

"I am afraid it has begun," Sensei said, hanging his head.

"Monkey Fist!" Ron intoned with near hatred. His fist clenched and brow furled.

"Yes." Sensei took a deep cleansing breath. "He is on his way to the Maximum Security Facility of Global Justice. He plans to release all the criminals there and cause havoc so he can take over the World."

"GJ's MSF?" Yori asked. "Isn't that..."

"A space station," Kim said in realization. "The fourth Prophesy! But if the Prophesies are correct and Monkey Fist, you and I fight there, that means one of us won't..." She wrapped her arms around her husband. "But our dreams show both of us playing with our son."

"We'll worry about the meaning of the Prophesies later," Ron broke from her embrace and stood. "We need to get to the station and stop the Mad Monkey once and for all!"

"But how will you reach the space station," Sensei queried. "Our facilities at Yamanouchi can get you around the World, but not into space?"

Ron's wicked smile appeared. "With a few modification by the Possible men, our plane can make it there and back with no problems." He turned to Kim. "KP, get your Dad and the boys and meet me at the plane." Kim left and he turned to Yori. "Can you round up five or six mechanically able students?" Yori nodded and hurried off on her assigned task

Sensei spoke up. "Is there anything I can contribute?"

"Sensei," Ron bowed to the old man, "Master! You are also the spiritual leader here. I think a bit of praying will lift everyones spirits in this time of crisis."

Sensei smiled. "So you have taken command and accept your destiny."

"Yes. I guess I have, haven't I?"

The work took less than three hours. James, Jim and Tim Possible tweaked the engines, making sure they worked to perfection. The students upgraded the oxygen filtration system to circulate and regenerate the air. They also made sure all doors and windows were sealed and air tight. Mr. and Mrs. Stoppable delivered refreshments and lent a hand were ever needed. Jan proved quite handy with a wrench while Dean proved equally adept with some of the electrical systems.

"There you go Ronald," Mr. Dr. P said as he wiped his hands with a rag. "We've even installed a couple of booster rockets to help get you through the upper atmosphere and into space."

"Thanks Dad," Ron said to his Father-in-law. The two men hugged and James left the cockpit with his sons. On the way out they met Kim coming in. "Kimmie-Cub, you be careful up there." He hugged is daughter.

"Daddy!" Kim whined. "I'm a woman now, when are you going to stop calling me," she shuddered a bit, "that name?"

James Possible grinned. "I don't know. How about I promise not to use it after you give me a grandchild?"

"Ewww!" Jim and Tim moaned and ran off.

Kim giggled. "O.K. Daddy. But that might not be too far in the future!"

James' face screwed up in confusion as he left the ship.

Kim went to Ron and hugged him. "Mom has given both of us a clean bill of health, as if it mattered. We'd be going no matter what!"

Ron returned the embrace. "You know it Dear," he kissed her. "Honey," he kissed her again. "Sweetheart," kiss. Kimmie-Pooh," kiss.

Kim smiled and tittered. "I like! But why all the terms of endearment?"

"Just trying out a few to see which one I'll be using for the next sixty or seventy years." He kissed her again. This buss lasted a good two minutes.

"Hey guys, Whoops!" Wade said as his image appeared on the cockpit monitor. "Me and my bad timing."

Kim and Ron broke from the lip lock, looked at their friend and Web Master and laughed. "Yeah Wade, you always seem to interrupt us when we're kissing," Ron said.

"Either that," Wade blushed, "or you two kiss way too much."

"What's the word Wade," Kim said, going into mission mode.

"Good news, bad news and great news," Wade smiled. "The bad news is Monkey Fist is on the station and put the guards into escape capsules. The great news is, they're all safe and on the ground."

"And the good news?" Ron and Kim said in unison.

The good news is Monkey Fist hasn't been able to break through the security systems and the villains are still in their cells." He hung his head. "But there is some more bad news."

"Come on Wade," Kim said in partial exasperation. "Just spill."

"Well one," Wade said, typing fast on his computer, "my launch vectors show you can't take off for about forty minutes and by that time,"

Ron cut in, "All the villains will be out of their cells."

"Correct," Wade said weakly.

Kim set her arms akimbo. "So, we go up there, you take out Monkey Fist and I put everyone else back in their place," she said firmly.

"Sounds like a plan," Ron smiled and kissed her cheek.

"See," Wade said triumphantly, "you guys do kiss to much!"

Kim smirked. "Hey, we're newlyweds!"

Ron took Kim's hand. "Wade, we'll get back to you in about thirty minutes for the launch. Kim and I need some alone time to get ready." He turned off the monitor and escorted Kim off the jet. He picked her up in his arms and hyper-sped off.

Three minutes later, Ron set her down in front of the cabin. "Ron, you want to make love now?"

"Yes Kim," he said softly. "The dreams and prophesies somehow don't jibe so I don't trust our interpretations of them. The dreams might be wishful thinking so ... I don't know." His goofy grin spread across his face. "Beside, I love you."

Kim took his hand and led him into the cabin.

Kim laid on her side, doodling with her finger on Ron's chest. "We should get back for the launch." She leaned in and kiss him. "Thank you for bringing me here one more time. You were super."

Ron returned the kiss. "Thank you M'Lady. You weren't too shabby yourself." He brushed a strand of hair from her face and his fingers glowed blue. "But I think it's time for you to get some sleep." Kim closed her eyes and fell into a deep slumber. "Sorry KP, but if your not in space, one of us doesn't need to die."

He got up and put his gi on. He leaned in for one more kiss before he hyper-sped off to the plane. He didn't stop until he was on the plane and seated in the cockpit. He flipped a switch and Wade appeared on the monitor. "O.K. Wade, let's light this puppy and get the show on the road."

"Glad to see you Ron," Wade said in relief. "You only have one minute to launch. Where's Kim?"

"Ah, she's securing some stuff in the back." He wrinkled his nose and scratched it. "She'll strap in for the take off back there and come up front before we light the boosters."

"Al-right," Wade spoke hesitantly. "Anyway, your preprogrammed for the trip so your auto pilot can take off in," he looked at his computer, "Thirty seconds. Good luck, and if you need me..."

"Thanks Wade, you rock as always. See you on the other side," Ron said and disconnected the link.

The mighty engines rumbled to life and shook the craft before it rolled into position and settled. When the clock on the dash hit zero, the plane lifted straight into the air. It hovered briefly as the engines rotated and the thrust pushed it forward. Ron grabbed the armrest of his chair to brace himself, but it wasn't needed. "Prepare for boosters," the mechanical auto pilot warned. The plane smoothly glided up at a fifty degree angle and the boosters kick in. Ron was pushed back into his seat but the G force seemed nothing to him.

"Wow," Ron said aloud to no one. "I thought it would be a lot worse."

"Boosters at fifty percent," a computer voice that strangely sounded like Dr. Ann Possible intoned. "Maximum thrusters in three... two... one..."

"Oh, snap," Ron softly said just before he was bodily rammed into his chair. "AAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Ron's scream lasted a few seconds longer than the boosters maximum thrust. Ron's feet and arms felt light to him as they drifted off their resting places.

"Outer space attained," computer/Ann sang. "Time to space station ten minutes."

The auto pilot turned to Ron. "Sir, may I ask where companions are? I can not locate them on any of the plane's internal surveillance cameras."

"Kim isn't coming on this mission and Rufus is... well, he passed on."

The pilot turned back to the face forward. "I am sorry to hear that Sir. Would you like a juice box to sooth you throat?"

"Yes please," Ron said absentmindedly as stared out the front window. A panel slid open above his head and the juice box floated down slowly and stopped in front of his face.

"Sorry Sir," the pilot said. "The system relies on gravity for delivery. Zero gravity now."

"No problemo," Ron chimed as he snatched the box and deftly inserted the straw. He spotted a small object far head of them as he took his first sip. The object loomed larger and larger as the seconds passed.

"Global Justice MSF ahead," computer/Ann said. "Docking in one minute."

The monitor came to life and Monkey Fist glowered from the tube. "So the Prophesies shall be fulfilled. That means either you or Kim Possible will die today." He laughed his maniacal monkey laugh.

A/N: I know I'll get some questions about the plane controls. I made it two computerized units. One, the auto pilot that was seen in the episode 'Ron Millionaire' for navigation. Two, the computer with Mrs. Dr. Ann Possible's voice that is linked to Wade's programming to control the boosters. Does that make it any clearer? I thought not.