This is just another experiment that I've been thinking of for a while now. Bit of a different format. Let's see what y'all think.
Disclaimer: I still don't own squat, so don't bother asking…
It's Gotta be the Ears
A regal priest spread his arms wide as the couple in front of him turned towards the audience that easily numbered in the thousands. His amplified voice boomed over the speakers that were positioned throughout the area as he said his final words.
"Ladies and Gentlemen of the world, boys and girls of all ages! I present to you on this day a new couple. Their hearts and souls have become one in the sanctity of marriage. I give you… Mr. and Mrs. Stoppable!"
The applause was deafening, and Kim kissed her husband again, as everyone in attendance seemed to cheer even louder. The only thing that could be heard over this cacophony of noise was Ron's voice, as he had grabbed the microphone from the pulpit, and yelled out, "Boo-Yah! I LOVE this woman!"
…x x x x…
Televisions around the world were tuned to one thing on this particular day, and historically no other event ever had such media coverage. The marriage of a certain Prince and Princess in Europe paled in comparison to the media coverage of the marriage of Kimberly Anne Possible and her long-time friend and partner, Ronald Dean Stoppable.
Reactions around the world varied, but I wish to look at only a select few.
…x x x x…
Edward Lipsky sat on an old and ratted couch as his girlfriend Adrena Lynn sat down beside him handing him a beer. He had the wedding tuned in on an old black and white TV that had the old-style bunny-ear antennae.
"Thanks for the beer, Babe." He said, as she plopped down making the springs in the old couch protest her slight weight. "I still can't believe that those two finally got hitched. Seriously."
"What? You're not jealous, are you?" Adrena said, her temper starting to rise.
"No Babe… no. I mean, look at him! He's skinny, has no upper body strength to speak of, and he's just… weird looking. Seriously. If she were a few years older when I first met Red…Maybe I would have…"
Ed never finished his sentence, as now instead of the can holding it's contents, it was his lap.
…x x x x…
The 64 inch plasma screen displayed the happy couple in perfect definition as Triple S and his son sat and watched the wedding in their Caribbean lair. The senior of the Senors sat in a well-padded leather recliner, and Junior was lying back on a matching sofa.
"Father…" Junior whined. "I just do not understand what this is that I am seeing! How can my Blue Fox get married to a… a… Pink Sloth!"
"What ARE you talking about my son? I thought that a 'Statement of Correction' was made in that Animology book, stating that the first edition published was incorrect, and that the Soul Mate for the Blue Fox was indeed the Pink Sloth. Are you sure you're not just infatuated by Kim Possible? Excuse me… Kim Stoppable?"
"I'm sorry Father…" Junior continued to whine. "I just cannot see what she sees in this… this… Commoner. I will admit that at one time he almost rivaled my own good looks, but that was temporary. Now he's back to wearing the same old clothes… and he has a cowlick! To me, Kim Possible will be my ONLY Blue Fox!"
Junior placed his head in his hands and began to cry. His father looked on and just let out a sigh.
Maybe if I buy him a doomsday weapon, it will make my son happy. He thought, and switched the channel over to a stock ticker to see how his holdings of Bueno Nacho were doing.
…x x x x…
Duff Killigan was on a Scottish hillside, attempting to break his record of closest chip shot. He seemed to be mumbling to himself. Let me turn up the volume and see if we can hear what he saying.
Of all th' lame brained things to be doin', gettin' married." He had an earphone firmly placed in his left ear that was attached to a radio on his waist. It was the kind of radio that also received the audio of TV signals, and Duff was listening to the event as he continued to work on his short game.
"Th' Buffoon and th' Lass just aren't going to last! Ah mean… after all… Brick and Felicia on Agony County never got married. Ach! I've got to stop watching that show. It's affecting me game."
His last shot went way over the green, and rolled over the edge of a cliff and into the ocean.
"Blimy! That was a new ball!"
…x x x x…
The dank and musty cave went back into the cliffs of an unknown mountain range in Japan. It ended when a large area seemed to open up, and become what looked like a shrine of some sort. There on an altar sat what looked like a stone monkey's head, with shining azure colored gems for eyes.
Behind this altar was a small table, low to the ground and two individuals sat at this table, legs crossed in the lotus position. One was… mostly human, the other, wasn't at all. Off to one side sat an old-style console TV that rested on the cold stone floor, and the picture on the screen was of that wench Kim Possible, and the Poser… Ronald Stoppable.
"Chippy…" Monkey Fist started. "What do you think of this union between Kim Possible and her sidekick? Do you think this will make the Lotus Blade even more… unattainable?"
"Ummm… Uh Huh…" The small simian replied, nodding it's head.
Monkey Fist picked up a small cup, and drank the tepid tea that he had left there since he started to watch the festivities of the marriage on TV. "Chippy! Fetch me a hot cup of tea, would you?"
The monkey stood and walked into the kitchen to make another pot of tea. His mind was not so much on the task at hand, but a simple thought in his almost primitive mind. Ron Stoppable? True Master. Monkey Fist? More like… Monkey Poo.
…x x x x…
Drakken and Shego sat on their couch in the newest lair watching what was transpiring on TV. Currently the camera was panning across the throngs of people that were in attendance, and Drakken was the first to speak.
"So Kim Possible finally wed… what's his name again? Don? John?"
"Ron?" Shego finished. "Yeah… The Princess and the Buffoon. Who'd of thunk it?"
"Really… I mean, he's such a… a…" Drakken seemed to actually be thinking about what word to use. "Well… a Buffoon! I mean, she could have had… much better? More better?"
Shego continued to look at Drakken without emotion. "You know what I mean, Shego! He's so… buffoonish! Kim Possible could have definitely found a better husband!"
"Yeah, well…" Shego began to say. "The two really have a lot going for them. They're both young and vibrant… and I think they make a cute couple!"
"Shego! Bite your tongue! Now we have to come up with new strategies on how you're going to fight them!"
"Me? Hah! I quit Chief! I'm done! Finito, sayonara, I'm outa here! With Kim Possible married, I want to find one of those for myself!"
A small smile split the green skinned beautie's face as she had a thought. And I just may take Little Kimmies… I always thought the Buffoon was kinda cute."
To be continued…
One more chap, and this will be finished… Let me know what y'all think! Thanks!