A/N: This is a two part chapter that appears in one section on AO3 but has been broken up into two chapters for posting here due to space limitations. These two parts take us to Halloween—but with a Double Entendre twist.

Jordan Cross's Home

"Thanks for coming girls…young man…" Arthur Cross, Jordan's father, greeted the young cheerleaders and mascot, all dressed in their uniforms and bearing flowers, a giant get well card, candy, and gifts at the door. "Jordan's looking forward to seeing you."

"How is Jordan doing, Mr. Cross?" Kim Possible asked as the teenagers entered the house.

"Better." Alicia Cross, Jordan's mother, answered as she joined the others in the living room. "You have no idea what all the get well cards and kind wishes mean to him…and to us as well." She added with a sad smile. "Come with me. I'll take you to him."

Following the older woman, the group of young people were ushered into what was obviously the bedroom of a young man very much into science fiction and chess. A Star Wars poster featuring Luke, Leia, and Han hung on the wall next to a Star Trek poster with the original cast of Kirk, Spock, McCoy, and Scotty. On the other wall hung a Tron poster next to a Bobby Fischer Chess Genius poster. The shelves were filled with dvds and cds, books on computers and computer programming, chess, a complete collection of Star Wars Extended Universe novels as well as novels from all iterations of Star Trek. The shelves also contained models of the Millennium Falcon, Enterprise, Enterprise-D, and Voyager. A chess board with pieces already set lay on a card table, and on the desk sat a computer with a large wide-screen monitor and all the bells and whistles.

"Welcome to geek town." Marcella whispered to Bonnie only to be quickly silenced by sharp glares sent her way from Tara, Liz, Jessica, Crystal, Hope, and Kim.

Smiling at the young man lying on a single bed covered by a Star Wars comforter, Tara announced in a cheery voice, "Hi Jordan. We came by to see how you were doing and bring you some stuff." Setting a bouquet of chrysanthemums in a vase next to the boy's bed, She leaned over and gave him a kiss on his forehead. "Get well soon, luv, you owe me a game."

Hope came up next and set down a big box of candy. "This is from all of us, Jordan. Get better soon so that you can teach me that opening."

Jessica then came forward bearing a stuffed otterfly cuddle buddy dressed as a jedi. "Me and Steve saw this and thought of you. Get well soon, Jordan."

Liz and Crystal came forward together bearing a giant get well card. "All of us signed it." The two girls declared with smiles on their faces, "Get well soon…we miss you."

Marcella and Bonnie then stepped forward with pom-poms that they set down next to the bed. "Get well soon." Bonnie simply said her lips turned up in a smile that was at the same time polite and condescending. "We miss you at school."

Kim and Ron came up last bearing a gift wrapped box. "This is from all of us and everyone at the chess club." She said as the pair handed the box to the young man.

Opening the box, Jordan clapped his hands with glee as he saw the hand carved chess set with a wooden board, a chess clock, and a chess book autographed by Benjamin Pushrook, the current youth chess champion. "Wow! All this is…" Wiping the tears of joy from his eyes, he stammered, "I…I…I…thank you."

"There's more." Kim said with a smile as all the cheerleaders stepped forward, "Would you please be our special date for the Spirit Dance. That means that whenever you want someone to dance with or hang out with, one of us will be there for you."

"Please say yes." Liz entreated as the other cheerleaders, even Bonnie and Marcella, smiled at the boy.

"Wow!" Jordan gasped in delight, "Yes…thank you."

"Thanks girls…Ron." Alicia Cross said with a smile, "You have no idea how much this means to us."

"We just want Jordan to get better, Mrs. Cross." Kim declared as the cheerleaders and mascot filed out of the room waving goodbye to the young man in the bed. Returning to the living room, the redheaded teen hero asked, "Has there been any word on the boys who beat him up?"

Mr. Cross replied, "The police are following up on a lead they say is promising. We're hoping they can make an arrest soon."

"Like I said." Tara declared, trying with great difficulty to keep her language clean, "Yobbos like that can't keep their mouths shut. They've got to get drunk and brag about it, then someone turns them in for the reward. That's what always gets them."

"We hope they're arrested and put behind bars soon." Mrs. Cross replied with a mournful sigh as she ushered the teenagers out, "Thanks so much for coming and I hope you all have a happy and safe Halloween!"

Dr. Drakken's Middleton Lair

After he had read the email, an evil smile appeared on Dr. Drakken's face. "Killigan was successful. He has obtained the Centurion Project. With that, I can not only succeed in my plans for world domination…" the evil grin was now replaced by a sinister cackle, "…I can get my revenge once and for all on Kim Possible and her father."

"I can see your wanting to go after Kimmie…" Shego carefully probed, "But why go after the old man? What has he done to you?"

"He and those others who called themselves my friends humiliated me in college." Drakken growled. "They laughed at me for creating my prototype Bebe. Called it a sexbot. They forced me to drop out of college before my graduation. I wasn't surprised at the others laughing…they're nothing more than sheep. But James…" Drew Lipsky shook his head as a sense of melancholy temporarily overwhelmed him, but it didn't last as sorrow was once again replaced by feelings of anger and betrayal. "I thought he was my friend. But no more…" He cackled, "Soon I will have my revenge on the Possibles—once and for all."

"Definitely has issues." Shego muttered under her breath before asking in a louder voice, "So…where and when is our meet with Killigan supposed to take place."

"Tonight…Ten PM in an abandoned warehouse in the industrial quarter." Drakken replied, "Be ready then."

"Sure thing, Dr. D." The green-skinned villainess acknowledged as she left the mad scientist's lab. Immediately after entering her quarters, she took out a pad that she was sure was not monitored by her boss's security systems. On the pad, she first punched in a series of numbers and then typed in a brief email message, routing the message through numerous ports and back channels until it finally appeared in the mailbox of a ten-year old African American boy.

Spotting at once the 'Urgent: Need help from Kim Possible' header on the message, the Team Possible tech guru, after first running the message through a virus checker that he had created and that was easily ten years ahead of its time, opened the message and read it: "Dr. D. and Kgan. Cent. Arm. 10PM." A set of numbers that were obviously coordinates followed. Acting quickly, Wade Lode entered in the number for the leader of Team Possible.

Middleton High

"Kim? We have a hit."

"What's the sitch, Wade?" Kim Possible asked as she temporarily turned her attention away from the conversation she was having in front of her locker at Middleton High with her best friend, Ron, and her BFFs, Tara and Hope.

"I got a message that Dr. Drakken and most likely Shego were going to meet Killigan at a warehouse at ten pm tonight. Looks like they're going to buy the protype Centurion armor that Killigan had stolen recently."

"Do you know who sent the message?" Kim inquired.

"No." Wade answered back, "Whoever did it knows how to cover their trail. No way I could trace it back to its source."

"Ron…" Kim said turning to her best friend, "We've got a mission tonight."

The blond youth, a big smile appearing on his face on the news that he was being included on this mission, didn't even attempt to hide the glee in his voice as he exuberantly exclaimed, "Badical! When do we go?"

Kim replied, "Be by to pick me up at my house at nine. I'll let my parents know what's going on so we don't get in trouble for missing curfew."

"I'll be there, KP!" Ron acknowledged with a big smile on his face as he charged down the hall to his next class.

"Someone's happy to be reinstated." Tara drolly noted.

"Yeah." Kim nodded her head, "He's been left out long enough. Any longer and it'll cause hurt feelings. Besides, it's Killigan, Drakken, and probably Shego. Him and Rufus should be able to keep Drakken and Killigan occupied long enough for me to deal with Shego and for one of us to recover the prototype."

"Don't take Sheila lightly because you worked with her on the last mission." Tara advised, "The job is done and the truce is over. She'll have a go at you and if you're not careful…" Tara showed Kim her scar, "She'll give you a souvenir like the one she gave me."

"Thanks." Kim nodded her head in acknowledgement, "I will. So…" Her lips turned up in a wicked grin, "We still on for tomorrow to try on our costumes?"

"Hell, yeah." Hope leered. "I can't wait for everyone to see us in them."

"We're definitely gonna attract some attention." Tara smirked. Then, seeing Josh in the hallway, the blonde gently teased her friend, "And imagine the look on his face when gets a look at you in your get up."

Blushing, Kim replied, "Yeah…I was kinda…maybe wanting to talk to you two later."

"About what?" Hope inquired with a raised eyebrow.

"Baseball." Kim deadpanned, "Base stealing."

"Oh…" Hope grinned, "Honey, we're gonna have a nice long talk about that at Lady Di's over tea after school. Promise."

"How are the party preps going, Mon?" Bonnie asked as she and her posse, including Monique, walked down the hall to their next class.

"Great!" Monique replied, "I've got guaranteed yeses from the football, basketball, ice hockey, golf, and tennis teams; most of the lacrosse team; the modeling and fashion club; everyone who's anyone on the food chain is gonna be there. This party is gonna BESO…"

"BESO?" Amelia repeated with a confused look on her face.

"Blow Everyone's Socks Off." Bonnie replied with a smirk.

"What about music?" Marcella asked, "Josh and his band are playing at the Trio's party."

"I got us a killer DJ." Monique answered back, "The man's a pro—not like Josh and his little garage band. He's done all the big college fraternity and sorority parties. Got some killer tunes and a badical rap."

Nodding her head in approval, Bonnie smirked, "We're so gonna blow Kimmie and the Dirty Pair out of the water."

"I had a great time at our date last night, Josh." Kim smiled shyly as she held her boyfriend's hand.

"I did too." Josh replied with a grin. "To be honest, I wasn't sure that you'd like the movie at first…"

"Oh…I loved it!" Kim gushed enthusiastically, "Or…rather…" she blushed, "…I loved what we saw of it."

"Yeah." Josh's face also turned red, "Ummm…Kim…I'm sorry if I got out of line or went too far…"

"You weren't out of line and you didn't go too far, Josh!" Kim responded quickly, squeezing her boyfriend's hand to drive home her point. "As I recall, I was the one that got things started."

"Ummm…yeah." Josh blushed as he chuckled, "Kinda took me by surprise at first."

"Well…" Kim answered back with a crooked grin, "No one's ever accused me of not being spontaneous." A concerned look appeared on her face as she asked, "That's not a problem for you is it?"

"Hell no." Josh laughed, "I like it."

"Good to know…" Kim flashed a brief leer, "I gotta keep that in mind. Anyway…we really didn't do anything out of line. I mean, all we did was some extended kissing…and…" she giggled self-consciously, "…yeah…there was more than a little tongue action involved…but I didn't mind. I liked it…a lot."

"We aim to please." Josh smiled shyly, and changed the subject, "The band's looking forward to playing at your party. We're doing a mix of covers and original stuff and Barry's a pretty good DJ, so when we're not on, he'll keep the tunes going."

"Spankin'!" Kim exclaimed with a bright smile as the pair approached her classroom. After making sure Mr. Barkin or some other teacher wasn't watching, Kim got up on tiptoes and gave her boyfriend a quick kiss on the lips. "Well…gotta go now. Later!"

Unknown to the pair of lovebirds, a young man on his way to his next class was watching with a longing gaze. His naked mole-rat companion, coming out of the young man's pants pocket, took one look at the situation and, skittering up to the boy's shoulder, asked a simple question.

"Okay?"

"I'm fine, Rufus." Ron muttered back in a low voice. "Really."

"Awww…it'll get better."

"Hey Ron!" Oscar, walking with Cindy, called out as he recognized his morose looking friend. "Everything okay?"

"Everything's badical."

"Ooookkkkaaayyyy…if you say so." Cindy drawled, as she noticed the blond youth looking at Kim and Josh talking together. "What are your Halloween plans? Are you going to the Trio's party?"

"No." Ron shook his head. "I'm going trick-or-treating."

"Really?" Cindy exclaimed, "Don't you think that maybe you're a little too old for that now."

"Yeah." Oscar grinned, "Time to give the younger kids a chance at all that loot."

"It's tradition." Ron declared, "It began when Kim and I first started being friends back in pre-school. We went as a cowboy and ballerina." The young man recalled with a sad smile. "But…I guess she outgrew trick or treating."

"You know…" Cindy proposed, "You could still go trick or treating and then come with us to the Medical Center's haunted house."

"No can do." Ron shook his head, "When we go trick or treating, we hit all of Middleton, Upperton, and Lowton." Smiling at his friends, he said in a soft voice, "It's all right…really. So…" He asked, "What are you two planning on doing after the haunted house?"

"We'll probably make an appearance at the Trio's party, but I don't think we're going to stay very long." Cindy said.

"Yeah." Oscar nodded his head, "I have a feeling that party's going to get a little too wild for us."

"Well…" Ron sighed as he pointed to his classroom, "I better go before the bell rings and Mr. Barkin decides to give me detention. I'll see you guys later and have fun at the party."

"You too, Ron." Oscar replied, "If you change your mind, just let us know. We'd be happy to have you come along with us."

As he walked down the hall to his class, Ron couldn't help but notice the attractive slender brown-skinned, dark-haired girl closing her locker and wearing a Zombie Mayhem t-shirt with her blue jeans and sneakers. However, just as he had worked up the courage to say hello, the first bell rang and she was gone. "Just my luck." He muttered under his breath as he darted towards his class.

Cafeteria

"Ron!" Kim waved from her usual table, "Over here!"

Walking over and sitting down on the opposite side of his best friend, the blond sidekick asked, "Where is everybody?"

"Tara snuck out for a smoke break and Hope and Sergei are with her." Kim chuckled, "Liz and Kevin are helping Mr. Amberson out on some sort of chess problem—they should be here soon. Jessica and Steve have a test after lunch, so they brought their lunches and are eating outside while they cram. And Josh is working on some sort of top secret project he won't tell me anything about." Letting out a breath of air, she commented, "As for myself…Things have been…You know what I mean."

"Yeah." Ron nodded his head before asking with a worried expression, "How are you holding up?"

"Better." Kim replied, "Tara was right. It stays with you, but I'm putting it in perspective now. I did what I had to do. I'm not proud of it, but it was necessary. And…I'll do it again if I have to and there is no other choice."

"I wish I knew what to say." Ron consoled, "But…"

"That's okay, Ron." Kim smiled at her friend. "It helps just having you here to talk to and your shoulder to cry on."

"That's what friends are for." Ron quipped, giving his old friend a warm grin.

Changing the subject, the lovely redhead pleaded, "Won't you please change your mind and join us on Halloween? We're gonna be volunteering at the Medical Center's haunted house, so you'll be able to have fun scaring the kids and after that, you can come to our party. It'll be fun."

Ron shook his head, "Sorry, KP. Gotta do the T-or-T—it's tradition."

Her smile growing wider and brighter, Kim tried in vain to sway her companion, "We're in high school now, Ron. Maybe it's time to let some of the old traditions go and start new ones—like volunteering at the haunted house and enjoying yourself with your friends. You'll have a good time with the kids and then later, at the party, there'll be a band and a DJ so you can show everyone what a bondiggedty good dancer you are and plenty to eat and drink and all your friends like Oscar and Cindy and Tara and Hope will be there. It'll be fun, Ron! Please!"

"No can do, KP." Ron declared refusing to abandon the childhood ritual with a shake of his head. "Some traditions are sacred and T-or-T is one of them." Muttering under his breath so that his friend couldn't hear him, he sourly commented, "Someone's gotta keep it going."

Kim smiled sadly at her longtime friend, realizing even if he didn't, that something important had just happened and that a vital part of their relationship had fundamentally changed—for now, at least, and maybe, she mournfully noted, forever. "I hope you change your mind, Ron. A party isn't a party if it doesn't have the Ron-man there."

Lady Diana's Tea Shoppe

"You don't mind if Jessica and Liz join us, do you Kim?" Tara asked as the other two cheerleaders entered the tea shop. "They've got boyfriends too, so we were thinking they might have some ideas."

Kim smiled, "I don't mind at all." Letting out a breath as a slight blush appeared on her cheeks, she commented, "I can use all the help I can get. I mean going up against mad scientists or supervillains—no big. But trying to figure out relationships…" The lovely redhead shook her head.

"The big thing to remember, Kim…" Jessica grinned as she and the other redheaded cheerleader sat down with their friends, "…is that Josh is in the same situation you're in."

"Yeah.' Liz nodded her head, "He's not sure what to do either."

"So…" Kim asked as the proprietress of the shop came by with a tray bearing a tea kettle, cups, and scones, "What do you do when he tries to go for second?"

"Has Josh tried?" Hope inquired.

"No." Kim answered back, "So far it's all been kissing and tongues…he hasn't tried to touch the girls yet."

"Sounds like you're in a comfortable place for now, luv." Tara remarked as she sipped her tea. "No reason to rush things."

"Yah," Jessica agreed, "Nothing wrong with hanging out at first for a while."

"What about you girls?" Kim asked, giving her BFFs a smirk, "I know you two have run the bases with Sergei, but what about you Liz…Jessica? If you don't mind me asking?"

"I just let Steve take second." Jessica replied with a lopsided grin. "I'd been wanting him to do it for a while, but the poor boy was so scared he'd piss me off. I finally got so frustrated on our last date when we were making out that I grabbed his hand and put it on my boob. That's when he got the message." Laughing, she announced, "If all goes well, I'm thinking about letting him go for third soon. The 'rents are planning on going on a second honeymoon, so…"

"Third, Huh?" Hope commented, "That's getting serious."

"Yeah." Jessica nodded her head, "That's why we're taking our time on second base. I mean if worse case happens and things go tits up…"

"Tits up!" Hope groaned, "That's low, Jess…even for you."

"Yeah, luv." Tara smirked, "We're gonna have to think of a suitable punishment for you later."

"Anyway…" Jessica exhaled, "A little boob action is one thing. But third base…"

"Yeah." That is a big deal." Liz agreed. "You definitely don't want to rush into that."

"Maybe we should send Steve over to talk to Sergei if you do decide to let him steal third." Tara quipped to the other blonde cheerleader.

"Yeah." Hope laughed, explaining to the other girls, "Sergei is a very cunning linguist."

"Very." Tara smirked.

Laughing, Liz remarked, "Me and Kevin are still at first base. I'm thinking about letting him go for second—maybe as a Christmas present."

"You know you're gonna have to do to him what I did with Steve—don't you?" Jessica chuckled.

"Yeah." Liz agreed with a smirk, "Probably." Turning to Hope and Tara, the cheerleader asked, "What about you two? When did you first go all the way?"

"Last year." Hope recalled with a scowl, "A lacrosse player who shall remain nameless except to say that he's graduated now. That was when we were all still buying into Bonnie's food chain bullshit. Let's just say no one will ever accuse him of being an Apollo rocket of love."

"What about you, Tara?"

"Boy or girl?" The lovely blonde replied.

"Boy." Liz answered back.

"A couple of years ago." Tara replied, "At my old school. He was a football player…that's soccer to you Yanks." Shrugging her shoulders, she remarked nonchalantly, "He was all right…I've had better, but I've also had worse."

"Okay…" Jessica smirked, "I've just got to know. When was your first time with a girl?"

"Fifteen." Tara quipped, "What can I say…she had a cute bum." Speaking to Kim, the British adventuress advised, "You and Josh will know when you're ready, luv. No need to rush things. Also…watch out for post-mission horniness."

"Post-mission horniness?" Liz interjected, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah." Tara replied as both Kim and Hope nodded their heads in agreement. "When you get back from a job, a lot of times, especially if the job's close by and you haven't had time to wind down, you've got all that adrenaline pumping in you and you're so keyed up…"

"Sergei loves it when we come back from a job." Hope grinned.

Sighing, Kim remarked with a wry grin, "I've been stuck having to take care of things myself…if you know what I mean. Until I started dating Josh, the only other option I had was Ron and, much as I love him as a friend, doing it with Ron would be like doing it with one of my brothers. And then after…talk about awk-weird."

"Yeah." Jessica nodded her head, "That would make things uncomfortable."

"Tell me about it!" Kim chuckled, "But yeah. I am gonna have to watch out for that. I mean, maybe one day I'll go all the way with Josh and maybe I won't, but I'm not in a hurry and I don't think Josh is either."

"Oh…he's a boy." Tara joked as the other girls laughed, "He's always in a hurry where that's concerned. But…he's a good boy and knows how to mind his manners, so I think he'll wait until you're ready."

"Yeah." Kim acknowledged with a shy grin. "I think so too."

After the girls had talked about other subjects such as Bonnie's bitchiness, Brick scoring the winning touchdown in the last game, the upcoming State cheerleading championship, and other things, they finished their tea.

"It's been fun, girls." Kim smiled, "But I've gotta go and grab a couple hours sleep. Got a mission tonight and Ron's picking me up at nine."

"We gotta go too." Hope and Tara declared, "Can we give you girls a lift home?"

Warehouse—Industrial District, Middleton

"Do you have the Centurion Project, Killigan?" Drakken demanded as a wary Shego stood watch close by.

"Perhaps." Killigan replied, "Let's see the color of your money first."

"Here." Shego scowled as she used her foot to push an attaché case towards the two men. "Now cough up the device." Speaking to her boss, she growled, "Doctor D. We don't have time to bullshit around. Let's just get the thing and get the hell out of here."

"This is the Centurion Project!" Drakken exclaimed in disbelief as he held up a purple bracelet.

"Don't look at me, laddie!" Killigan snorted, "Take it up with the scientist who invented the wee thing."

"You could maybe…and here's a thought…" Kim quipped as she and Ron burst into the room, "Give it back to the scientists you stole it from!"

"No…I don't think so." Drakken growled as he turned to his bodyguard, "Shego! Deal with this."

"Incoming!" Ron yelled as one of Killigan's golf balls landed in the middle of the melee.

Dodging and rolling away from the explosion, Shego growled at the Scotsman, "Shoot another goddamn golf ball at me and I'm gonna kick your hairy ass all the way back to Scotland!"

"The roof's a collapsin'!" Killigan cried out. "I'm getting the hell outta here!"

"That's not good." Drakken dryly commented as Rufus swiped the Centurion Project bracelet.

"Good work, Rufus." Kim grinned as she took possession of the secret project. "See you later!"

Watching as Kim and her sidekick departed, Shego suppressed a wry grin as she cursed aloud, "Shit!"

Glaring at the mad scientist, Killigan growled, "Where's my money ye bleedin' loonie?"

"We go back to the lair." Drakken ordered. "From there I can send my surveillance drone to Kim Possible's home."

"Well…well." Shego grunted, "Someone finally decided to use their brain today."

Drakken's Middleton Lair

"I'm not paying you!" Drakken shouted as he stomped into his lab followed close behind by an irate Scotsman and an almost equally perturbed Shego. "Not until I have the Centurion Project in my hands!"

"Ye bloody double-crossin' crook!" Killigan ranted as Shego looked on with a mixture of amusement and irritation.

"Of course I'm a crook!" Drakken laughed, "I've tried to take over the world multiple times. What did you think I was? Mother Theresa?"

"Next time I bloody steal something, I'm not gonna sell it to you…and I'm gonna make sure to let all the others in the business know what a double-dealing bastard you are!"

"Shego!" Drakken yelled, "Is the drone in position?"

"Pianissimo, please!" The raven-haired supervillainess growled, "Yeah…I got something."

Possible Home.

"Do you know anything about this, Dad?" Kim asked as she handed the bracelet over to her father.

"What is it, Kimmie-cub?" James asked as he examined the trinket.

"It's something called the Centurion Project." Kim replied. "Duff Killigan stole it from a top secret weapons research lab and was going to sell it to Dr. Drakken, but we busted up the sale and managed to recover it."

"Good work, Kimmie." James smiled approvingly at his daughter's actions. "Did Wade have any info on it?"

Shaking her head, the lovely redhead responded, "He just said that they're closed for the weekend and that the data base is hacker proof." Her lips turning up in an ironic grin, she quipped, "Good thing I didn't decide that it would have made a nice accessory to my costume, huh?"

"I'd say so." Mr. Dr. Possible chuckled. "Who knows what that thing is capable of. Even though it looks like a simple bracelet, it's made out of a super-strong alloy and it appears to have biometric sensors that bind it to the wearer. Good thing you didn't put it on—you might not have been able to take it off so easily. Best I keep this with me," He declared as he slipped it in his pocket.

"Good idea, Dad." Kim replied, stifling a yawn. I'm gonna walk Ron to the door, okay?"

"Okay, dear." James smiled as his daughter escorted her best friend to the front door.

"I'm glad I caught that before it slipped on my arm." Kim joked. "Nothing I'd love more than have some strange demon-seed device glued to my wrist this Halloween."

"Yeah." Ron chuckled, "That would be bad."

"You know…" Kim again tempted, "It's still not too late to change your mind about the haunted house and the party. Let the kids have trick-or-treat to themselves this year."

"Sorry, KP." Ron's lips turned up in a sad smile, "I gotta go. What can I say…I'm hard wired for trick or treat and candy. Good night…see you tomorrow."

"Night, Ron." Kim sighed as she saw her friend walk away, "I'm sorry, Ron…" The young woman whispered sadly once her old friend was safely out of earshot, "I can't remain ten years old forever."

"It's hard, isn't it?"

"Mom?" Kim turned about to see her mom standing behind her, looking on her daughter with love and concern.

"It's hard growing up sometimes, isn't it?" Ann commented as she placed her hands on her daughter's shoulders and gently squeezed.

"Yeah." Kim answered back as she continued to watch her old friend as he rode his scooter back home. "Was it hard for you, Mom?"

"Oh my, yes." Ann chuckled softly. "Come with me to the kitchen. We'll talk over a pint of ice cream."

"Thanks for the Mr. Cadaver, Mom!" The Tweebs said in unison as mother and daughter walked into the kitchen.

"The boys are helping out at the hospital." Mrs. Possible explained, getting a pint of ice cream out of the freezer as Kim grabbed two bowls and spoons and set them on the table.

"You boys aren't going trick-or-treating?" Kim asked as she sat down at the table while her mother scooped out the ice cream.

"We're too old to beg for candy!" Tim said with a laugh as his brother shook his head.

"Come on! We're ten years old!"

Sighing, Kim shoved a spoonful of ice cream into her mouth. "Why do the Tweebs get it and Ron doesn't? I thought he'd love volunteering at the haunted house! It's for a good cause and he'd get to wear a costume and give the kids a good scare and some laughs. I was also hoping he'd want to come to the party with us."

"Honey…you're forgetting…" Ann smiled warmly as she placed her hand on the back of her daughter's hand. "Ron has a preferred customer's card at J.P. Bearymore's and he still has his subscriptions to Highlights and Jack and Jill magazines."

"Yeah." Kim laughed gently before heaving a sigh, "I know. In a lot of ways, he's still a little kid—maybe that's why he gets along with the Tweebs as well as he does. It's just that I wish…It'd be nice if we could grow up at the same time." Answering her Kimmunicator, Kim smiled when she saw Hope and Tara on the screen. "Hey girlfriends. What's up?"

"Just checking in, luv." Tara replied, "How'd the mission go?"

"Nice and smooth." Kim answered back, "We recovered the Centurion Project, but we're having to keep it until Monday. Dad's got it now. So how are things from your end?"

"Quiet night tonight." Hope sighed, "Sergei's spending the evening with his grandmother and we just got back from the Senior Center. You should see some of the pictures Mrs. Grant showed me from when she was a Rockette, and Tara got in some good chess games with Mrs. Stuart."

"I'll bet." Kim chuckled. As her laughter faded, she sighed, "I still wasn't able to talk Ron into going to the Medical Center or the party tomorrow night."

"He's still going trick or treating?" Tara inquired as she lit a cigarette.

"Yeah." Kim shook her head, "Me and Mom have been talking about it over ice cream. He's being stubborn."

"Well…you tried, luv, that's all you can do."

"And if he changes his mind, he's welcome to join us." Hope chimed in.

"Maybe he'll change his mind. There's still plenty of time." Kim answered back, trying to put a positive spin on it. "I better go before my ice cream melts. You girls still coming by tomorrow to pick me up."

"Yep." Hope replied, "We'll swing by our place and then head over to the Med. Center. See ya tomorrow!"

"Bye!"

Drakken's Lair

"It's at the Possible house. We can hit them now and grab the Centurion Project." Drakken sneered.

"Nay!" Killigan shook his head, "I want payback on those two shameless hussies who stole me balls!"

"I have to admit…" Drakken mused, "I wouldn't mind a little payback on those two either for breaking into my lair."

"Eh…they hit you too, laddie?"

"Yes." Drakken scowled, "They stole almost everything of value that they could carry—including all of my Coco-Moo." His lips turning up in a sneer, the mad scientist proposed, "We can hit them all at the Medical Center tomorrow—including Kim Possible's parents. They will all be gathered together in one convenient group."

All but rolling on the floor laughing, Shego mocked the two plotting villains, "You two are going to take on the Princess, Cutie, and the Cheerleader…at the same time…"

"You forgot to mention yourself, Shego." Drakken snidely replied, "Remember…you work for me."

"And I'm taking sick leave—effective immediately." Shego snapped back. "Check clause 45-D on my contract. It says that in the event of certain conditions, I can take time off as paid sick leave. Well guess what…it's my time of the month. So…good luck. You two dipshits are on your own."

"It's a good thing I brought some special friends." Killigan smirked as Shego flounced victoriously out the door.

"Besides my henchmen, I have also made a few improvements on special friends of my own." Drakken grinned. "We will get our revenge, you will get paid, I will get the Centurion Project and our foes will lie defeated at our feet!"

Tara and Hope's house—the next day

"Wow!" Kim's eyes widened as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. "This…is…ummm…it leaves little to the imagination."

"That's the general idea, dear." Tara quipped as she modeled her costume. "So…think this'll turn some heads?"

Hope, appearing in her party costume, chuckled, "More like raise a few."

"But the bottom…isn't it kinda…" Kim stammered.

"Think of it as a bikini bottom." Tara smirked, "All right…a very skimpy bikini bottom. I've seen much less worn on the beach and it covers everything it's supposed to cover."

"Just." Kim snorted.

"That's the general idea, Kimmie." Hope laughed. "Believe me…they see us in these outfits…the boys and probably a few girls are gonna drop their drawers."

"Besides…we will be wearing skirts…" Tara grinned as she held up a micro-micro-mini-skirt—not much more than a belt really—that barely covered anything.

"Yeah…but you two got it up top…" Kim frowned as she pointed at Tara's and Hope's ample chests, both put on display by their tops. "Me…" She shook her head, "Not so much."

"Hey…" Tara quickly replied, "You've got it going up there too. Okay…you're not a D-cup like me or a C-cup like Hope, but what you've got works well on you. Believe me…Josh is gonna have his eyes on the chebs the moment he sees you."

"You really think so?" Kim asked with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

"Hell yeah." Hope grinned. "You're gonna have to whack him upside the head with a two by four to get his attention away from 'em."

"Okay…I'm sold!" Kim exclaimed as she glanced at the clock. "Shit! The boys will be here soon. We better get changed into our kid and parent safe costumes before they get here."

Middleton Medical Center

"Hey, kids!" Mr. Dr. Possible waved as the Trio and their dates exited Hope's Mustang. "Love your costumes!"

"Thanks, Mr. P." Hope, wearing a black cat costume with ears and a tail, waved back as she and her friends joined the Possible parents and Tweebs at the haunted house entrance.

"Love your costume, Mrs. P." Tara, dressed as an angel with wings and a halo, remarked as she complimented the older woman who was wearing a conservatively sexy witches costume.

"Thanks, dear." Ann smiled back as she greeted her daughter and the two boys. "You're looking lovely in your princess dress, Kim." She then smiled at the boys, "And Josh…you make a dashing pirate."

"Thank you, Mrs. P." The young artist, dressed as a seventeenth century buccaneer, smiled back.

"And who is this young man?" Ann inquired as her gaze fell on the young Russian dressed as a Roman centurion.

"Mom…" Kim introduced, blushing slightly, "This is Sergei Radovsky, Tara and Hope's…boyfriend. Sergei…these are my parents…"

"Boyfriend?" Ann, her eyebrow raised at the use of the singular, queried.

"We share." Hope and Tara answered back in unison as Mr. Dr. Possible coughed.

"Sergei Radovsky? I work with your father, Dr. Vassili Radovsky at the Space Center. He's playing a major role in designing our new Europa probe."

"Spasibo, Dr. Possible." Sergei replied, "And he speaks most highly of you too, sir."

On a rooftop affording a safe view of the area in front of the Medical Center that she knew would soon be transformed into a combat arena, Shego, with binoculars hanging from a cord around her neck and toting a portable cooler along with other items, smirked as she set up the lounger that she had also brought with her for the occasion. She then set the cooler on one side of the lounger and a portable stool on the other where she placed a bowl of popcorn. Settling down on the lounger, she reached into the cooler and pulling out a bottle of beer, opened it and took a swig.

"Great. I haven't missed anything." Looking through her binoculars, she flashed a wicked grin, "Okay, I can see Cheerleader as a black cat and Princess as a…well…a Wally Princess, but Cutie…you…an angel? Really? Don't you think that's a bit much?" Spying movement from the road, the green-skinned villainess smirked.

"Show's about to start."

Trick or Treating

Ron, wearing the bottom half of a unicorn costume as he trick-or-treated with a group of small children, called out as he rang the doorbell, "Trick or Treat…smell my feet…give me something good to eat." A middle-aged man appeared at the door bearing a basket of treats in his hands.

"Happy Halloween! Here's one for you…" he smiled at one of the children, a little girl dressed as a ballerina, "…and one for you…" he gave another piece to a little boy dressed as a rabbit, "…and…" Doing a double-take on seeing the teenage boy standing before him, he remarked as he handed him a piece of candy, "Don't you think you're a little too old to be trick-or-treating?"

"Nope. I'll never be too old for trick-or-treating." Ron answered back with a goofy grin hiding the defiant attitude he had developed as regards everyone's efforts to make him give up the children's activity and act his age.

"Mister?" The little boy dressed as a pink rabbit, looking up at the older teen, pleaded, "Could you please not do smell your feet? I mean…it's really lame."

"Hey!" Ron answered back with a child-like grin on his face as Rufus perched himself on his human's shoulder with his own trick-or-treat bag in paws, "This unicorn came to play!"

"You're no unicorn…" The kid shook his head as he mocked the teenager, "You're just a horse's…"

"Tommy!" A woman's voice called out, "Don't you dare finish that sentence!"

"Yes, Momma." The boy called back, rolling his eyes at the teenager standing next to him.

"And you, young man!" The woman called out to Ron, "Shouldn't you be hanging out with boys and girls your own age?"

Monique's Party

"Looks like your party's a hit, M." Bonnie, dressed as a ballerina, declared as she gestured at the cream of the food chain currently dancing to the tunes being spun by the DJ. "I can't believe you landed DJ Bassy Bee for your party!" The teal-eyed cheerleader gushed, "I've heard he's next to impossible to book."

"My dad plays golf with his agent." Monique, wearing a cowboy's outfit, replied with a smug grin. "So, he was able to get him to play our party for a discount and a promise that I would push his new fashion brand at the store."

"Wanna dance, Bon?" Brick Flagg, looking like a rather large Dracula, asked as he approached the two girls.

"Go ahead, girl, have fun." Monique smiled as she watched the couple walk out on to the floor.

"What do you say, M?" A male voice tempted, "Wanna dance?"

"Sure, Jeremy." Monique, at once placing the hockey player in the upper tier of the food chain, smiled, "Let's go."

Watching the dancers, Jessica and Steve stood sipping their sodas, Steve remarking, "I can't believe Monique invited Liz, but didn't invite Kevin."

"It doesn't surprise me." Jessica replied with a shake of her head, "More food chain bullshit. Just like she invited Kim and Josh but didn't invite Tara, Hope, and Sergei—although…" she amended, "…not all of that has to do with the food chain. She genuinely doesn't like Tara and Hope for some reason."

"Screw the food chain." Steve cursed, "It's still a shitty thing to do. And I wonder what she's got against Tara and Hope? Yeah…they're a little wild, but they're not bad people."

"Maybe it has something to do with their casual attitude towards sex." Jessica speculated. "I get the impression she's a little uptight where that's concerned for some reason. And…you're not going to get any argument from me where Kevin and Liz are concerned." Jessica responded with a crooked grin, "They're better off not coming here anyway. I'm about to choke from all the smugness in here."

"Then we better get the hell out before we both gag." Steve grinned as he ushered his date to the exit.

"Yeah." The blonde freckle-faced cheerleader chuckled, "Let's vamoose."

Middleton Medical Center

"Glad you could make it Liz…Kevin!" Kim called out waving at her friends in a come here gesture. "There's still plenty to do before the little munchkins show up."

"Just point us in the right direction." Kevin grinned as he and his girlfriend were assigned to one of the ticket booths by Mrs. Possible.

"Thanks for helping, you two." Ann smiled, "Your mom's playing Cleopatra and your father's playing the mummy this year, Kevin." The redheaded neurosurgeon laughed, "You should have seen your mother and I wrap him up. It was hilarious."

"I'm sure it was, Mrs. P." Kevin grinned as the couple took their station. Spotting Sergei, the chess club captain called out, "Hey Sergei! What have they got you doing?"

"I'm playing Marc Antony, tovarisch." The handsome Russian chortled, "And my lyubovniki are working at the other booth."

"Hey, Kev…Liz!" Hope and Tara called out simultaneously, waving at their friends. "Glad you could make it!"

"Got room for two more?" Oscar and Cindy called out as they approached the Possibles.

"Always." Kim smiled back. "We could use someone to operate some of the ropes and pulleys for a few of the rooms."

"Just tell us where to go." Oscar, costumed as a Viking warrior complete with horned helmet and toy broadsword, grinned.

"Yeah." Cindy, dressed as a medieval peasant woman exclaimed, "I'm always up for giving the little darlings a good scare."

"Here they come!" Mr. Dr. P. called out as the first carloads of arrivals to the haunted house arrived and the children began lining up with their parents to buy tickets. "Looks like we're going to have good night tonight."

"Are your pets in position, Killigan?" Drakken smirked as he surveilled the area around the Medical Center, at once spotting his prime targets—the Possible father and daughter.

"Aye, they're ready." Duff Killigan scowled, holding what appeared to be a dog whistle in his hands as he spied his nemeses at one of the ticket booths. "Are yours?"

"Henchmen…" Drakken ordered, motioning for his henchmen to take position. Then, speaking into a comm device, he commanded, "Bebes One through Four prepare to attack." Turning to the gruff Scotsman, the mad scientist declared, "My units are ready. We strike on three. One…Two…Three! Attack! Bring me the Centurion Project and eliminate Kim and James Possible."

As the failed Scottish golfer blew his whistle, a yipping sound filled the air, "Go me mechanical beasties! Kill those shameless hussies what stole me balls!"

"Show time!" Shego exclaimed from the comfort of her lounger as she munched on some popcorn and took another swig of beer.

"Shit!" Kim growled as she spotted the charging henchmen.

"We've got incoming!" Hope hollered, pointing at the Bebes closing rapidly on Kim and her father.

Yipyipyipyipyip!

"The goddamn mechanical ankle-biters are back!" Tara spat out as she spied the robotic Scottish terriers, the red lights on their heads flashing, closing in on her and her housemate's position.

"I'll take the Bebes!" Kim called out. "You girls split up the others."

"Right, Kim." Hope shouted back and then, taking out her keys, tossed them to Kevin and Liz. "Trunk of my car. Our gear…"

"On it!" Kevin yelled back as he and his girlfriend raced to the black Mustang.

"Eliminate Kim and James Possible. Secure the Centurion Project. Eliminate all who oppose." The Bebes announced their intentions as they rapidly closed on their target.

Timing her leap at just the right moment, Kim vaulted over the first Bebe, striking the fourth with a leaping kick that did absolutely no damage. "Fuck!"

"Kimmie-cub!" James called out, "Remember how we beat them the last time?"

"Yeah, Dad!" Kim shouted back as she tossed her Kimmunicator at him. "Get Wade and set up the sonic interference wave. I'll keep them busy here."

"I'm going to draw those ankle-biters away from bystanders!" Tara shouted, "Those bastards are rigged with proximity bombs."

Yipyipyipyipyip!

"I hate fucking Scottish terriers!" Tara grumbled as she led the mechanical dogs away from the curious onlookers.

"Party time, boys!" Hope cried out as she dodged and weaved her way through the henchmen, kicking and punching as she did so. "Damn…you're gonna wear a girl out."

"Tara! Catch!" Liz shouted as she tossed the blonde adventuress her utility belt and a holstered taser.

"Thanks, luv!" Tara shouted back as she took out the taser and faced the onrushing mechanical dogs. "Gotta time this just right…and…NOW!" Immediately after launching the taser bolts at the lead dog, the cheerleader leaped backwards and dodged to the side as she tucked and rolled. The taser, striking true, scrambled the circuits of the robo-terrier, setting off its bomb, causing in turn a cascade reaction that destroyed all the others.

"That's it for the ankle-biters!" Tara shouted as she turned her attention to her housemate who at that moment was beginning to lose ground to the concentrated assault of Drakken's henchmen. "Tag up, luv!" Tara shouted as she leaped into the melee, giving her partner a chance to duck and weave out.

"Here you go, Hope!" Kevin called out as he handed the raven-haired cheerleader her knife, taser, and holstered pistol. "Got your rifle here if you need it." He said, pointing to the long case on the ground.

"Thanks!" Hope grinned as she belted her holstered weapons around her waist. Drawing her taser, she shouted, "Dodge, bestie!" before firing her taser at one of the henchmen, rendering him a quivering mass on the ground. Drawing her pistol and loading it with non-lethal rounds, she then began to snipe at the henchmen, knocking them down as Tara began tossing shuriken coated with a sedative at them.

"Goddamn it!" Killigan cursed as he saw his robo-terriers explode, "I'll take out yon hussies meself. Dropping one exploding golf ball on the ground after another and taking out his driver, he yelled, "Fore!" as he hit each ball.

"Bebe…Bebe…Bebe…"

Kim, for all her battling was slowly losing in her struggle against the Bebes as James and Wade tried, in vain, to knock out the hive mind.

"They seem to have adapted to the sonic wave." Wade somberly reported, "We've varied the frequencies and modulations, but nothing works."

"Bebe…Bebe…Bebe…"

"What about…"

Before James could complete his statement, an exploding golf ball landed near a group of children with their parents, seeing the golf ball land, Kim cried out a warning.

"Run away! Bomb!"

Then one more golf ball landed near another group of bystanders, "Shit!" Tara cried out as she rushed towards the bystanders, "Run away!" Moving quickly, she pushed a couple who had lagged behind into a ditch and joined them. "Duck!" She commanded as the bomb went off, showering all three of them with dirt and debris.

Standing up, she shouted at the Scotsman, "You goddamn barmy gormless knob head plug ugly mad as a bag of ferrets wanking tosser! When I get my hands on you, I'm gonna make you wear your dick as a necklace!"

As another golf ball landed, this one next to an elderly couple, Hope shouted as she ran, "Fuck!" Reaching the older couple, the lovely cheerleader picked up the ball and threw it as hard and fast as she could. Then, she covered the two elders with her body as the ball exploded in the air. Standing up again she helped the older couple up. "You two all right?"

"Yes, Dear." The old woman said in a shaky voice.

"Thank you." The elderly man replied as he grasped the young cheerleader's hand in gratitude.

"You're welcome." Hope responded, her lips turning up in a warm smile. Her eyes now turned towards the authors of this attack, her gaze suddenly hardened as she made her way to her rifle case and opening it, took out her sniper rifle and, after loading it, took a prone position and sighted in on her target—Duff Killigan's head.

Watching in horror as two children stumbled and fell, Kim grabbed one of the little tykes while her father grabbed his sister. Both father and daughter ran as fast as they could to outrace the coming explosion that knocked them both off their feet. Looking around, Kim smiled as she saw that her charge was safe. Turning to her father, she saw that both he and the girl he had saved were both unharmed as well.

"What the hell are you two doing!" Shego shouted as she saw the mad Scotsman launch multiple exploding golf balls at the crowd heedless of combat status. "You fucking idiots! Until you pulled that stupid stunt, it was just business as usual as far as Cutie, Cheerleader, Kimmie, and even her old man were concerned. Now, you fucking made it personal." Grumbling under her breath, the dark-haired supervillainess packed up her supplies and folded up the portable lounger.

"Time to go on an extended vacation." Shego growled as she quietly made her way down the stairs and out of the building and then, after loading up her car and turning on the engine, left a message for her employer, "Saw the shitstorm you two morons started. Getting the hell outta Dodge until the heat dies down. Don't call me…I'll call you."

"Thank God." The young redhead sighed as she first hugged the little boy, then the little girl, and then her father. As she looked into her father's eyes, she saw a steely anger and determination she had never seen before as he took out the purple bracelet in his pocket that he had been safeguarding and slipped it on his wrist. The moment he did so, the Centurion Project armor covered his body as its weapons turrets on his shoulders activated.

"Lipsky!" The angered father yelled, his voice amplified by the Project armor so that all, including the two villains who launched the attack could clearly hear him. "You've gone too far! I can deal with you threatening me. I can even handle you threatening my daughter and her friends because I know they can take care of themselves. But when you endanger these innocents…especially these children…that's where I draw the line!"

Flying into the air, James was startled as the weapons systems automatically locked on to the Bebes and, firing, instantly turned them into smoking heaps of metal and plastic. Looking down at Hope who had her finger on the trigger and was ready to fire, James commanded, "No, Hope. This is mine. He threatened my family."

"All yours, Mr. P." Hope responded with a wave. "Kick 'em one in the ass for me."

"Will do. Now…please go help the others."

"On my way!" The raven haired cheerleader acknowledged as she raced back to her friends.

"Lipsky!" James bellowed, "Give up now!"

"Never!" Drakken shouted back, waving his fist in the air as he and Killigan piled into their van. Turning on the ignition and putting the vehicle in gear, the mad scientist floored the accelerator, but to no avail as James picked up the rear of the van, keeping it from moving. Looking back through the rear view mirror, Drakken's blood froze as he saw his former college friend, wearing the Centurion Project armor, lift up the van and fly it back to where several police officers were waiting.

Setting the van down, the irate father ordered, "Get out…now!"

"You think you're all that, you Possibles…" Drakken ranted as a police officer cuffed him, "But you're not!"

"I'll get you shameless hussies yet for stealing my balls!" Killigan spat out at the Dirty Pair.

"We see you anywhere outside the Kitty-Kat Club and we're gonna cut 'em off and hang 'em around your neck, you goddamn wanker." Tara spat out as Hope gave the Scotsman the finger and a parting shot.

"Asshole!"

Watching as the police took the two villains into custody, James, the Centurion armor retracted now as he slipped off the bracelet, turned around to see four lovely young women—two of whom possessing red hair, all rushing towards him waiting their turn to hug him.

"Way to go, Mr. P!"

"Good show, Mr. P!"

"Way to go, Daddy."

"I love you, Dear."

"I love you all too…yes…I'm including you two." He said as he smiled at the Dirty Pair, " Like it or not…Tara and Hope…you're family now. So…what are we doing standing around? We've got a haunted house to run."

A couple of hours later, after everything had been cleaned up, Mr. and Mrs. Possible, with the Tweebs at their side, hugged their daughter and her two BFFs. "Thanks girls." She then turned to the other teenagers who helped out and thanked them. Turning to her daughter once again, she smirked, "You have fun tonight…" Lowering her voice so that her husband and the Tweebs couldn't hear, she cautioned, "But not too much fun…if you know what I mean. And yes…before you ask, you can stay with Tara and Hope overnight."

"Thanks, Mom!" Waving goodbye as Josh took hold of her hand, the young redhead blew her father a kiss, "Dad…you were totally badical!"

"That's the first time I've seen you in action." Josh remarked to his girlfriend, "You were so badical. Especially when you and your dad saved those kids. That was very cool."

"Ummm…thanks, Josh." Kim smiled shyly as a delicate red blush appeared on her cheeks.

"Remember post-mission horniness…" Hope stage whispered to her redheaded friend.

"What was that she said?" Josh asked.

"Ummm…" Kim responded, her face turning a deeper shade of red as wild thoughts raced through her mind, "…nothing."

"You two were krasivyy sladkiy velikolepnyy…beautiful, sweet, magnificent…my lyubovniki!"

"You're getting a very special treat after the party for that." Tara leered as both she and Hope placed their hands on the Russian boy's rear.

"What was that about post-mission horniness…" Kim whispered to her friends.