I do not own Kim Possible.
FOOD FIGHT!
Ron joined up with Kim in the dining hall after the nurse cleared him. The menu for the afternoon was not burritos like Ron hoped, but carrots and meatloaf. But considering the carrots were soggy and the meatloaf hard, he figured that he probably wouldn't have been able to stomach whatever the prison classified as a burrito.
He gagged as he carried the food over to the table Kim was stationed at. "This is worse than high school food. I didn't think that was possible."
"Tell me about it," agreed Kim, watching the gravy stretch from her fork as she raised it. "I don't think gravy is supposed to do this."
"Did you chop your quota of rocks?"
"More than you," she teased.
Ron pressed a hand against his chest as he gasped in offense. "I nearly cut my foot off, Kim. It was very traumatic. A little sympathy would be nice."
"You were closer to cutting off your toe, not your entire foot. I think you were more scarred when you thought the nurse was going to use you as a guinea pig."
"Context. It's very important," muttered Ron, poking at his meatloaf and frowning when the prongs did not pierce the exterior. "How was I supposed to know she was talking about a newspaper article?"
"I also got my foot caught in the rock pile, so there's that," added Kim.
"It's official. Rocks are evil."
Twin clatters made Kim and Ron jump. Drakken and Shego dropped themselves down across from the pair. Shego rested her chin against her palm and asked innocently, "Still have your feet?"
"Barely," said Ron with a sigh.
"Again, heavy with the dramatics." Kim moved her potatoes around, but there was no substance to them and they dripped from her fork in clumps. "You guys really eat this stuff every day?"
"Not by choice," groused Drakken.
Kim glared at him. "Do not even start with me."
Shego's hand strayed for his cup of pudding and Drakken made an indigent noise. "Nnnnrrrrrgggghhh!" He smacked her knuckles with his spoon. "Hands off! You pudding destroyer!"
"Trade me!" demanded Shego. "You got the last vanilla and you know I hate chocolate. You don't care either way."
"You know what, I wouldn't exactly classify this as pudding," spoke Ron, studying the cup suspiciously.
Drakken cupped his hands protectively around his dessert. "I don't care, it's the closest thing I'm getting to pudding in this dump. If you want vanilla so bad, go ask Killigan if you can trade."
Shego barely turned around when Killigan called from across the aisle, "In your dreams, lassie!"
Green eyes narrowing, Shego pointed at Kim and ordered, "Go steal that pudding. It's the least you can do after I saved your butt."
"Okay, one, you did not save anything. Two, you did it grudgingly and you were laughing at me the whole time."
"Get me the pudding."
"How about I give you some mashed potatoes instead?"
She lifted her spoon and gave it a flick. Shego promptly ducked and the projectile sailed over her and smacked Killigan in the back of his head. Kim hastily lowered her spoon as Killigan gave a furious yelp, gingerly prodding the food stuck to his skin. He turned around and glowered in her direction. Kim jabbed her thumb at Drakken, whose eyes widened.
"Wait, I didn't—"
Killigan thrust a handful of corn and Drakken fumbled to get out of the way. His elbow knocked into his pudding and it splattered across the table. "Nooooo!" he wailed, dropping to his knees. "You fiends! You animals!"
He tried throwing a handful of potatoes at Kim, but she dodged with a flip. Drakken seized his meatloaf and flung it towards Killigan. Killigan dove to the ground and it struck Dementor instead. Frugal Lucre climbed onto the table and bellowed, "Food fiiiiight!"
Chaos ensued.
Guards charged around, hollering for order, only to be slapped in the face with soggy carrots and watery potatoes. Kim and Ron found themselves the favoured targets, bits of corn and bread pelting them. Kim hastily flipped over their table and hunkered behind it with Ron.
"Why?" Ron moaned. "Why us?"
Kim peered around the edge and aimed her chocolate pudding at Camille Leon. "Score!" she cheered when it nailed the woman in the face.
"Got him!" whooped Ron after he successfully hit Gemini in his one eye.
Shego was using Drakken as a shield. The man spluttered as a gravy-soaked piece of bread hit him square in the face. "Shego! Let me go!"
"Sorry Dr. D, but I only got one set of clothes."
"We all only have one set of clothes, Shego!"
"Stop squirming!"
Drakken scowled and reached for a bottle of water. He unscrewed the cap and dumped it behind him, smirking at her outraged cry. "That's for the pudding."
"Forget the stupid pudding!" Shego hollered before rounding on him with her plastic tray.
The siren screeched, ugly and loud, and red lights started to flash. Everyone came to an immediate halt, clutching food in their hands. Kim and Ron crawled out from behind their table, peering around at the mess that marked up the floor and walls. The guards, finally having the group under control, started escorting everyone out of the dining hall. Kim picked corn from her long red strands and wrinkled her nose.
"This is disgusting."
"This is your fault!" hissed Drakken, trying and failing to wipe the gravy from his jumpsuit.
"Not really. Not intentionally. It was an accident," defended Kim.
"You're a liar!""
"Okay, yeah, that was my bad," admitted Kim.
"I thought you promised not to lie again."
Kim wrinkled her nose. "You've got a long memory."
"Are we going to have to clean this up?" asked Ron in dismay.
"I ain't cleaning jack," grumbled Shego. "Princess can do it all by herself."
"Right, because I did not see you throw corn at Killigan," said Kim with a scoff.
"Did you see the look on his face?" Shego grinned widely as she recalled the Scottish man's expression. "Priceless."
"Come now, no dawdling!" a guard barked, coming to walk beside Drakken and Shego to quicken their pace. "Back to your cells!"
"Don't even think about touching me," growled Shego.
As the two moved ahead of them, Ron turned to Kim and asked in dawning realization, "Do we have a truce with Drakken and Shego?"
"An unspoken one. Which means don't speak about it."
"Noted."