Dr. 'Slim' Possible was checking his favorite list of science websites for updates, along with a fan fiction site or two that he followed when the phone rang. Actually half a ring, he mused that his daughter was quicker than a rattlesnake strike when it came to answering the phone.
"Daddy! It's Nana!" Joss hollered from the kitchen where she was working on homework.
"Hi, Momma, how ya doin?" ... "Nope, I haven't talked to James lately, why?" ... ... ... ... "Whoo boy, momma, that don't sound right!" ... ... ... "Joss knows how to get a hold of that Wade fella. I'll ask her to tell him to expect your call. 'Course, I don't know how much good that'll do, last I heard from Annie, she and the twins were on their way to Japan to meet up with Kimberly Ann and the Stoppables." ... ... "Ninjas? You don't say!" ... ... "Well, I'll be a three-eared jackrabbit, I guess those kids run into all types in Middleton." ... "Momma, if'n we can help James, you say the word and we'll be there." ... ... ... "OK, Nite momma, love ya."
Slim got up stretching and walked to the kitchen.
"Joss, baby, give Wade Load a call and tell him that Momma will be calling." then added, "Better tell him that Amanda Possible will be calling. Seems like your Uncle James is in some kind of a bind. We are going to help Nana's boys spring him and I reckon we should send him to your Aunt Anne in Japan. Until Momma can cool off the heat."
"Kin I go?" green eyes flashed with excitement.
"Sugar, I don't want you to miss that much school. Maybe I could send you over for visit over summer break. Kimberly might still be there and I hear that Ronald Stoppable and his naked prairie dog is moving there to live. I'm sure they'd love for you to visit for a spell."
"Maybe Dr. Director could help get Uncle James to Japan. They've got them fast hover jets."
That's a fine idea, darlin, you call Wade and I'll go find a secure phone and give 'Lizbeth a call..."
STD 2018-
Suzie finished making her BLT, grabbed a glass of iced tea and a bag of chips. Walking down the stairs she knocked at a door, "Wade-san? I'm here to relieve you." She had learned to not just walk in, the youngster's operations center was also his bedroom and the boy seemed to have body issues...
"Come on in, Suzie-san," came the voice through the door. Going in, she saw Wade Load sitting like a spider at the center of its web. Or in his case, sitting in a swivel computer chair at the center of a half-circle of monitors.
"Something is happening at the Space Center," Wade pointed to two windows showing video from two of his stealth cameras. One camera looked like a decorative rock in a planter by the entrance. The second one was hidden in a picture frame. Backing up the video he showed her two ambulances and an unmarked large white panel truck go in. "The truck has Government plates. Department of Motor Vehicles records show that it belongs to the Center for Disease Control. The ambulances arrived an hour ago and have not left. There were no radio messages to or from them."
Pointing to another window, he said, "This camera came online briefly nearly two hours ago. I made a mistake in the settings and didn't get an immediate notification. It got carried into a shielded room, but somehow got a cell tower connection for less than a minute." Typing on a keyboard the video started and the sound was heard on his speakers.
James walked to the center of the view, stopped and rubbed his temples. The scientist looked terrible; pale and sweating.
"Mr. Dr. P looks bad, I bet the ambulances are for him," said Wade.
They heard him speak, his voice sounded hoarse and faint;
"What have I been thinking? I'm a such a bad mad-scientist! Uh, do you think Neil would like his boots back?"
They watched as he stepped off camera and returned holding a pair of bulky boots.
"Possible-sensei seems delirious," commented the Ninja standing behind the tech genius.
They watched a woman with short auburn hair and only wearing a man's dress shirt walk into view and embrace the sick engineer. The woman said, "I'm sure he'd be pleased that you have them, honey. And you're not a bad mad-scientist, you're a good, good-scientist."
Wade typed furiously on his keyboard for several seconds.
"Is that Anne-sensei? Does she have a younger sister?"
"I am getting an 82% for a voice match with known examples from Mrs. Dr. P," the young genius said, "I don't think that's her. Maybe a clone?"
To their horror, they watched the scientist sag in the woman's arms as she said, "James? James! Honey, don't leave us! We love you, honey, stay with us..."
The woman carried him off screen as easily as if he was a small child. The video went blank and the words "Connection lost" appeared on the screen.
"What do we do? Team Possible isn't good to go and they're in Japan."
"Katsumi should be here tomorrow, but I think we'd better see if we can get the rest of Team Cobra on their way here," Suzie pulled out her cellphone and started texting.
Seeing a window flash on his leftmost monitor, Wade typed a few fast keystrokes and said, "Hi Joss, we were just getting ready to call you. Is your Dad around? We just saw something about your Uncle James and..."
Suzie looked up to see Wade listening. After a few seconds, he started talking and typing again, "OK, is Amanda Possible the same person as Kim's Nana who makes lemon squares?" ... ... "Really?" ... ... "OK, I'll be waiting for her call and I'm sending you the video that we have. The video file will be called 'cats are jerks - funny'. Bye Joss."
The window flashed again, Wade answered, "This is Wade Load, how may I help you, Mrs. Possible?" ... "I have one here..." ... "Yes ma'am, switching to speakerphone."
An older woman's voice was heard, no quivering or shake in her speech, a voice used to command.
"Mr. Load, please call me Nana. I have received information that I find disturbing about my son James. The Air Force is having their Security Force pick him up for questioning. I can't get him on the phone and his family is out of town. I was hoping that you and your associates could help me with some discrete information finding."
Wade smiled hugely, for him to be able to provide information to his team was a big win in his books. His smile faded when he remembered what the information was.
"Nana, I have a video that shows James, he is ill and we saw him collapse. It is a couple of hours old," he typed furiously for a few seconds, "I have sent the video to your laptop."
"Nana-sama," Suzie walked up behind Wade and knelt down to be on camera, "My name is Suzie Chen. I am a Team Cobra Ninja from Yamanouchi. I have called for the rest of my team but they may not arrive for two or three days. I propose that we track Dr. Possible to see what hospital they take him to. Then Wade or I will pull a copy of his medical records. If necessary, I will make a covert visit to the facility to see what I can find that isn't recorded on an Internet-connected computer. I feel we need more information before we can logically decide on the proper course of action."
"I am not a patient woman where my children are involved, Ms. Chin. But your suggestion is sound. Please be careful with your investigation. I will have friends look into James's situation as well. I propose that we keep each other up to date on any news that we hear."
"Yes, Ma'am," answered Wade, "I have your calling information and you obviously have mine. I trust that you'll keep Dr. Slim in the loop?"
"I will, perhaps you should too. Best for us to tell each other too many times than not enough."
Nana closed the connection and swiveled around in her chair.
"Sorry G, I was positive that James would fail, at least this time. If his wormhole was detected, how long until someone drops in on us to check it out?"
G was pacing back and forth. Stopping to look at Nana with those strange, large eyes peering out from under the hood of a white sweatshirt with "I want to believe" emblazoned in bold red letters, he whispered,
"I'm guessing forty days, Commander Possible, plus or minus 10."
STD 2018-
Hirotaka woke to the sound of crashing surf. Alarmed he sat up and found himself alone in the meeting room. The sleeping mats the boys had used were neatly folded in the corner. A small cube labeled "Natural-Sleep" was playing the sounds of the ocean.
"Sleeping in, Ninja-san?" Heishi, the old Yakuza soldier laughed, placing a tray with a teapot and several covered dishes on the table, "Have some breakfast, you will need the energy to keep up with your Bouyatachi."
"Where are they?" Hirotaka looked at his watch, blanching when he saw that it was past 10 AM.
"Showing Kiri-chan how to be a puppeteer. Don't worry, they are safe and busy working on their goop-maid project."
Hirotaka gulped down some tea and picked up an unsliced sushi roll, eating it like a burrito in a manner that would have impressed Ron and Rufus. At the old man's urging, Hiro grabbed a second roll and taking a cup of tea, he requested,
"Please take me to them, Heishi-san."
He was shown into some sort of assembly room off of the main factory floor. The young woman with the black eye was standing in the middle of the floor like a medieval knight of old with her two squires Jim and Tim helping her with armor and weapons.
Except now, the armor was strips of some sort of black mesh with small copper squares and instead of a sword and shield she held game controllers designed to be used with only one hand.
The Guardian of the 'Little Dudes' didn't know whether to be outraged or laugh. He decided to try a middle ground and pretend that it was the most normal thing in the world to see the boys attaching straps and controllers to a young woman wearing only light cotton panties and a bra.
'Perhaps they are human after all,' he chuckled to himself, seeing that both boys were blushing and touching the young woman as if she was an angel come to bless them with her presence.
"How is your design coming?" he asked as if this was no stranger than a vinegar/baking soda volcano project.
"Great!" said Tim
"Our biggest problem is working around Kiri's bruises," Jim's voice betrayed his anger.
"Their biggest problem is that they are afraid to touch me!" complained the young puppeteer, "These sensors will monitor my movements and transmit them to the syntho-maid. There are feedback transducers to let me know what part of my puppet is being touched. But for them to work, the devices must press against my skin. You are a Ninja, yes? Perhaps you could assist them?"
The twins actually looked relieved at the suggestion.
"Kiri-san, I believe that Jim-san and Tim-san are trained to believe that a woman's body is something to respect and to treat it cavalierly is to disrespect the spirit of the woman it belongs to. They have a sister who is capable of maiming a half-dozen ninja and a temper to match. Did they ask you if they could touch you?" Hirotaka was wondering why she thought that since he was a ninja, that meant he was more comfortable with touching her? Surely, she hadn't spoken to Ayame or Phuong? To the best of his knowledge, Natasha had never been to Tokyo...
"Yes, they asked permission! And I answered them both, 'Yes'!" frustration was evident in her voice.
"May I touch you as needed to adjust this equipment?"
"Yes!"
"If I make you uncomfortable in any way, please say so immediately and I will stop."
The former maid-cafe hostess rolled her eyes. She really did appreciate the respect the young men were showing her. In fact, they were being more courteous than she had ever been treated in her twenty-two years, but really, this was getting to be too much. She was anxious to master the puppeteer skills. She had good customers who had adored her and she missed them. She also had a couple of customers who just might have an unfortunate accident...Well, everybody knew that new technology sometimes had bugs...
"How tight do these need to be?" Hirotaka decided to start at the bottom and work up. He put a finger under a loose strap coiling around a shapely calf down to her ankle.
"Snug, but not so tight as to dent her skin," was his guidance.
Hirotaka quickly adjusted the straps circling the puppeteer with Jim following with a blow dryer. Gently warming the straps made them stick slightly to her skin preventing them from slipping as she moved. He found himself growling under his breath along with Jim as they worked around a large bruise on her ribs under her left breast.
Tim had been working to adjust the padding on her virtual reality helmet so it wouldn't press on the bruise around her eye.
They had just finished and all the electronics had passed diagnostics when the inevitable happened.
"Uh, I need to go to the bathroom, please."
Hirotaka, seeing the boys frozen in panic, gathered up the wiring connected to the sensors and transducers, telling them, "Unhook these cables please and we will be right back..."
STD 2018-
"Name?" the kindly older medic wrote in her clipboard with fingers a little clumsy from the gloves of her bio-isolation suit.
"Erica"
"Last name?"
"Possible"
"What is your relationship to Dr. Possible?"
"I'm not sure. He reassembled me out of leftover parts with some new parts and software." Seeing that the medic had stopped writing to stare at her, the synthodrone continued, "I am a robot."
Surprised, the medic tried reaching for her stethoscope only to realize that it was inside her suit.
"There is something about Dr. Possible's fever I need to tell you," the auburn-haired, not real, woman held up a pair of crudely made tweezers with a very thin, sharp tip. Gripped in the tweezers was a short needle, maybe a quarter of an inch long. "I have reason to believe that this is the source of the virus that is causing the fever. The notes I have found claims that this is a nano-factory producing an artificial virus."
The medic produced a long specimen box to place the tweezers and needle into.
Dropping the tweezers and the needle in the box, Erica warned, "Be careful, the virus nano factory is probably still functional."
STD 2018-
Air Force General Fred Falco strode fearlessly into Top Secret Lab #3 with a look of satisfaction that bordered on glee. The lab was deserted, the former occupants transferred to an isolation facility associated with Middleton General, but not on its campus. His technical contractors seized Dr. Possible's computer files and the prototype itself. The greatest discovery was the alien hand that the prototype had retrieved. An honest to God alien hand and this time, those pansy-assed Area 51 bureaucrats couldn't deny him access.
Some days, it was good to be the General.
STD 2018-
Dr. Director was working on a stupid budget drill, the kind where upper management wanted a briefing on the mission impact of a ten percent funding cut versus a ten percent budget increase. She was delighted when her secure phone rang interrupting her. Looking at the caller ID, she answered,
"Hello Slim, what can I do for my tall drink of water?"
"Why, 'Lisabeth, you make me blush."
"Oh, did I say that out loud?" she laughed, "I hope you aren't calling to cancel next week?"
"I'd rather shave my mustache than do that, sugar. No, Momma called me and we might have to get my brother James to Japan in a hurry and do it real quiet like. Not sure of the details, but it seems like the military is trying to hang onto him."
The cowboy listened to keys tapping on a keyboard for a few seconds, then a pause.
"Slim, I can't get James out of custody. Something stinks here, the reports I can access all have different reasons. It sounds like they can't get their story straight. I also see reports of major partying at NASA and JPL celebrating some engineering breakthrough that James demonstrated. The rumor is that your brother actually demonstrated faster than light travel. No, James is too hot a property for us to try to retrieve."
"Sorry, I wasn't clear. Mama can get a hold of him, I was just hoping he could catch a ride to Japan on one of your hover jets or something. Just to avoid airport security lines you know."
An emailed request from the Hokkaido Global Justice division caught her eye.
"Can you get your hand on a cattle trailer?"
"You bet," Slim could almost hear the usually serious administrator grin, "What do you have in mind?"
STD 2018-
Hirotaka and Kiri walked back into the room where the twins were supposed to be showing her how to be a puppeteer.
"Wait here, please," the Ninja laid down his armload of cables and, leaving a complaining puppeteer behind, went off in search of the Tweebs. They weren't hard to find, he followed the sound of a cutting blowtorch. Walking into the next factory area, he saw Heishi had just finished cutting a large hole into the ceiling. Below the hole was a partially inflated Tyranitar. Not exactly Godzilla, but certainly a smaller cousin. Jim and Tim were talking to a couple of Yakuza engineers about hydrostatic pressure control or something else that he had never studied.
"Hiro!" shouted Tim in greeting, "Check this out! It can't morph, but by using high-pressure syntho-goop we can make it bigger and much stronger!"
"Gentlemen," Hirotaka spoke sternly, "there is a young woman in the next room waiting for you..."
"Oops," said the twins, "you're doing it correctly, guys, but we gotta go!" Putting actions to words, the pair ran out of the room.
Walking over to one of the engineers he asked in Japanese, ["Isn't this creature too large to fit through the doors? How will you get it out of the building?"]
The engineer laughed, ["You ninja are too subtle, it will make its own door when it is time to leave!"]
STD 2018-
The astronaut climbed into the pilot's couch and awkwardly buckled in one-handed and set the autopilot to "mothership via safest route".
Her spacesuit, designed to keep her alive in extreme conditions had clamped tightly enough around her forearm to prevent death from either air or blood loss. Automatically injected with painkillers and stimulants, she had staggered back to her scout ship.
After some emergency self-administered first-aid, she dictated a report in case she didn't make it back. The report concentrated on the appearance of a tiny craft that appeared out of nowhere and set off a flare of burning metal. After a delay to make sure that she hadn't been detected, she investigated and had grasped the craft to carry it back to her ship for examination when a portal had appeared above the craft. Trying to hang on to it, her hand had been cleanly sliced off on the edge of the portal. This was definitely a technology that Lowardia needed, they had nothing comparable. Their space warping technology couldn't operate near large masses such as this moon.
Feeling herself start to crash as the stimulants began to wear off, Warmonga pressed the "GO" key and let herself fall into sleep.
Three amateur astronomers recorded a small craft taking off from the moon. The craft used high-temperature thrusters, speculation was that perhaps whoever it was must have been in a hurry to get into lunar orbit. With that information lighting up astronomy chat rooms across the world, seventeen astronomers watched that heat source orbit the moon twice, and then disappear.
STD 2018-
Hirotaka changed hands with the Syntho Maid so that he was holding her right hand with his right hand. Moving to the fairly slow salsa rhythm, he used that hand to rotate his partner so she was facing the same direction as he was. Using his left hand to touch her shoulder to stop the spin, he then pulled his right hand back, raising it to spin her twice in a row before dropping it to stop her spin. He was pleased with himself for remembering how to do a 'butterfly spin', Suzie was the real dancer on the team, but she was back in the U.S. He was thinking of what to do next when he heard a thud as a disoriented Kiri fell over.
Hirotaka had been quite pleased with his ingenuity, getting assistance from Heishi, he had hired the services of a master tattoo artist, Mr. Hiroshi. While Kiri practiced having her puppet Syntho-Maid pour and serve tea for him, the elderly artist had worked up designs with Jim and Tim. When Kiri wanted to try something more physical than preparing and serving tea, the Ninja suggested dancing.
Running over to assist the fallen Kiri to get up, he was joined by Jim but not Tim who was pinned down on a chair being inked by the master artist. Jim suggested a break both to let the new puppet master's head stop spinning and for her to have something to drink. Noticing she looked cold, Jim fetched a blanket to drape around her while the Ninja went to the kitchen for a hot drink.
"Once you get used to the sensors and transducers, you'll be able to sit down and do everything," the young inventor told her, "Or we could put a harness on you and suspend you from the ceiling. That way you couldn't fall over. I'm working on a spandex suit that will have the sensors and transducers built in. The suit will use laser data connections so you don't have all these wires hanging off of you." He took a mug of hot chocolate from the Ninja and gave it to the puppeteer adding, "You've been doing great! I think that by the end of the week you'll be able to control three Syntho Maids at the same time."
The young woman sipped her drink. "Three? Maybe as long as I'm not using them to dance." Struggling to turn around without getting tangled up in cables, she said, "Jim-san, can you check the transducers on my upper back? I missed the signal that Hirotaka-san gave to tell me he was going to spin me." Kiri had taken two years of college business economics and knew that requiring three guys to spend an hour putting her puppeteer equipment on wouldn't be economically feasible, but having the two young brothers and their super hunky Ninja friend wrap her in the strips was admittedly pleasant.
The rest of the day was spent without any extra stress for our noble guardian Ninja. While he helped Kiri as a test 'customer' (strictly above-board activities only!), Mr. Hiroshi worked on Tim, and Jim finished putting the sensor strips into a stretchy sweat suit type of garment. After dinner, the Tweebs declared that everyone deserved a break, so they all watched crazy game shows on Japanese TV while Mr. Hiroshi worked on Jim.
As they prepared for bed, Hirotaka had the feeling that while this situation was strange, it was all finally under control...
STD 2018-
Air Force General Falco pushed aside the bottle of ibuprofen and reached for the bottle of Glenfiddich. Normally he would save it for happy drinking, but this was an emergency. This afternoon he was on top of the world, had control of FTL technology in his hands and a body part of an honest to goodness alien. Scoffing at the shot glass, he reached for a tumbler and splashed three fingers of the precious spirits into it.
He had just gotten off the phone with the techs. The prototype had no propulsion system at all. It was just a model of some famous spaceship from the old Captain Constellation TV show with powered wheels and a grappling arm for retrieving objects.
They had no clue as to what generated the wormhole because the computer files were all out of date by months. That damned, arrogant Dr. Possible didn't record his design notes! Dr. Vivian Porter was worse than useless, her work with Dr. Possible focused on some sort of dating metric. Unbelievable!
The early results from the doctors said that the virus that seemed to have given Dr. Possible the inspiration for the breakthrough damaged so much of his mental faculties that the man would be lucky to be able to tie his shoes.
Finishing the contents of the tumbler, he was pouring another when inspiration hit him. Perhaps lightning could strike twice! They had the virus generator, his contractor team had a person with the correct background... La... Lad... Dr. Laura Ladra! Feed her with the virus, let her duplicate his work except that this time they would closely monitor and record her work and stop the virus before it damaged her brain!
STD 2018-
Again, Hirotaka slept longer than his finely tuned Ninja internal clock should have let him and when he woke it was to the sound of the surf. Again, a hugely entertained old Yakuza soldier woke him this time with only coffee.
"Welcome home Master Ninja!" a blue-haired Syntho Maid greeted him at the door to the area where the twins were working, "I hope you slept well," she took his hand and led him to a table.
"Please have a seat and I'll bring breakfast..."
Sitting down, he looked around. He saw Kiri showing a happy grin, dressed in a spandex costume that looked like a cheesy superhero suit complete with a belt and suspenders covered in red LED lights. The crowning touch was a Virtual Reality headset that covered her eyes.
Next to her was a stockier girl dressed in the original sensor/transducer strips. She was curvier than Kiri, but in the deepest recess of his brain, he thought that the spandex puppeteer suit was sexier than the original strips even though almost no skin was exposed. Jim was working on another spandex puppeteer controller suit while Tim was working on a laptop next to the two puppeteers.
Neither boy was wearing a shirt and their upper bodies glistened in the assembly room's bright lights.
"Here is your breakfast, Master Ninja," the blue-haired maid brought a tray with several dishes of food. She almost dropped one, but he caught it in time. Starting on breakfast, he watched a green-haired maid slowly morph into a smallish girl centaur and walk over to Jim, take his right arm, the one that Mr. Hiroshi had inked and rubbed some sort of ointment into his skin, then rubbed ointment on the rest of his torso, possibly just for completeness. Once done, it morphed again, this time into a Medusa, an attractive young woman with wings and snakes for hair. Walking behind Tim, it reached around him to apply ointment to his chest and arms, paying special attention to the design inked onto the young man's skin.
"Just some tea please." Dia Bosu sat next to Hirotaka and spoke to the blue-haired maid.
Hirotaka started, he had been fascinated by the Medusa's snakes and not paid any attention to the approach of the Yakuza boss. It appeared that most of the head snakes were totally computer controlled with only a couple under the sole control of the puppeteer. He was also distracted by the fact that Morphing Syntho Maids were like certain popular fashion dolls sold to young girls - clothes sold separately.
"The Bouyatachi have done better than I expected in creating the Syntho Maids," the Ninja said, watching the Medusa blot excess ointment off of Tim's chest with a small towel.
"Yes, I had agreed to a higher payment than I thought they were worth," the boss chuckled, "I expected to get that money and a little more back by cheating them later. But now, I think I will provide them with a bonus. They seem to think of everything!"
He raised his hand to get their maid's attention,
"Miss! I wish to pay our bill now!"
The blue-haired maid walked up and announced,
"The charge for the two of you is 5,000 yen please."
Then the maid stuck out her tongue. Hirotaka could see it was covered in faint gold spots. Dia Bosu pulled out his credit card and laid it on the maid's tongue, with the contacts on the card touching her tongue. The maid's eyes flashed and she bowed deeply.
"Thank you and come again, Bosu-sama."
He stood up to leave, "As agreed, we will escort you and the Bouyatachi to the Mountain in the morning. My people are shopping now for souvenirs to express our thanks. Is the ointment to help preserve the ink on their skin?"
"I assume so, Bosu-sama."
Laughing, the older man walked away, "Maybe I should get some ink..."
STD 2018-
The normally always cheerful blonde answered the phone with a sleepy,
"Hello?"
"Kin I speak to Jessica please?"
"Speaking."
"Hi, Jessica, this is Joss Possible, I'm Kim's cousin."
"Hi, Joss, I think we met at a picnic last summer," the sleep cobwebs finally cleared from her brain, "Have you talked to Kim lately? Do you know how she is? How about Ron? Is he OK?"
"Haven't talked to cuz lately, but last I heard, she and Ron were looking at changing to a school in Japan to finish out high school. Listen, I need your help, I need to get a hold of some of Ron's friends."
"OK... who?" The blonde listened to Joss for a bit, then burst out laughing, "Sure, I'll grab Tara, we'd be happy to help. Say, you think they'd have an extra seat for Tara and me?"
-Next time on STD 2018-
"Mom! Mom! We had..." exclaimed Tim;
"the best time" exclaimed Jim as both boys ran up and threw their arms around their mother.
"Hirotaka and his friends"
"Are the best! And we helped Kiri and her friend..."
She frowned, "Boys, take off your shirts!" The frown turned into a glare that threatened to incinerate Hirotaka where he stood.
"I have no excuses Sensei," The ninja stood as if for judgment and sentencing.
Both boys took off their shirts. Tim had the image of a snake-like dragon running up one arm, across his chest, and down the other arm. The black dragon was wreathed in red flames and was breathing fire. Instead of looking fierce, the dragon seemed to be happy and almost dancing across her son's body.
Jim's entire right arm down to his wrist was covered in stylized blue water crowded with tranquil green lotus plants, many had flowers of bright colors. Vivid green smiling koi leaped and splashed about in happiness and joy. Both pieces of art were true masterpieces done by a true artist.
"Cool, huh mom. It took Mr. Hiroshi all afternoon to do Tim's" said Jim.
"And he spent the rest of the evening and the next morning doing Jim's!" said Tim.
"Other than spending quality time with a tattoo artist, what have you boys been up to? I signed a contract for you two, by the way."
CREDITS
All characters are the property of the Disney Company. This is a work of fan fiction.
Suzie Chin (Subira Chen) and her partner in Ninja-hood Wanda Wang are all from Sentinel103 and his "Once Again" stories.
Authors Note: Thanks to CajunBear73, Daccu65, and Sentinel103 for basically being beta readers, editors, and plot bunny wranglers. Note that the details of how you use a credit card with a Syntho Maid generated quite an email exchange and some of the methods talked about wouldn't work in a 'family friendly' cafe...
Published Oct 6th, 2018