"Kimmie, you know how I feel about circus people in the house," Mr. Dr. Possible said, crossing his arms and frowning in the kitchen doorway.

Kim, Ron, and the Teen Titans had just seated themselves around the Possible kitchen table. Kim had called her father down as soon as they had found enough chairs. Her father was not at all amused to see so many strangely dressed 'circus people' in his kitchen.

"What's wrong with circus people?" Robin asked, feeling a little bit offended.

"Dad," Kim explained, "they're not circus people. They're superheroes. Their arch nemesis just teamed up with Dr. Drakken and we need to work together to save the world."

The rocket scientist looked questioningly at each Titans, then back at his daughter. "Are you sure they're superheroes? They look like show people to me."

"Dad, I assure you they are essential to my mission," Kim told him, pulling out another chair. "We actually needed to ask you something."

He sat down, keeping a wary eye on the "circus people". He looked from Robin to Starfire, to Raven, to Beast Boy, to Cyborg. Suddenly, something caught his eye. "Huh," he said. He put up a hand to block half of his vision, making only the human half of Cyborg's face visible. He dropped his hand and smiled.

"Victor? Is that you?" he asked the half robot.

Cyborg was surprised. It had been a long time since somebody had called him by his real name. "Um…yeah. Do we know each other?"

"You know him?" Kim asked, just as surprised.

Dr. Possible laughed. "It's been a long time. You were barely Jim and Tim's size when I last saw you, but I'd know that face anywhere. I knew your parents for years. I actually worked with them on a few projects at STAR Labs. They gave me a call whenever they were stuck, or just to keep in touch." His face became serious. "I heard about your accident, but I didn't know it was so…so…"

"Permanent?" Cyborg suggested.

"Yeah," Kim's dad said. "But hey, it looks like you've adapted well enough."

"Mostly," Cyborg admitted.

Suddenly, two miniature rockets, one red and one green, zoomed into the kitchen. The red one took a dive toward Raven. A black force field deflected it to Ron. He ducked, but Rufus somehow flew out of his pocket and landed on the rocket. Panicking, the hairless rodent jumped off just before it crashed into the sink.

The green rocket sped toward the window with enough force to break the glass. Kim jumped out of her seat, grabbed a frying pan and smacked it onto the ground, where it landed in pieces. "Tweebs!" she yelled.

Two brunette heads stuck out of the doorway. "Hey!" the boy in the red shirt exclaimed. "Those were ours!"

"No fair!" said the boy in the green shirt.

Dr. Possible stood up. "Jim, Tim," he said to the twin brothers, "you know your mother and I don't like it when you fly rockets in the house. Somebody could get hurt."

"Or something," Kim added, handing the tweebs their broken rockets. "This is the third time this week you nearly broke a window. Can't you be like normal brothers and throw a ball around in the yard or something?"

"Oh sure," Jim said sarcastically, "because you're a normal sister."

"Yeah," Tim joined in, "Miss 'Basic Average Girl.'"

Starfire perked up. "Miss…what?" she asked.

"She's your basic average girl," said Jim.

"And she's here to save the world," Tim finished.

"But you can't stop her," Jim added.

"Why?" Starfire asked.

"Cause she's Kim…"

"Poss-"

"-i-"

"-ble!"

"Ignore the tweebs," Kim said, nudging her brothers out of the kitchen, then out of the house. "They're weird. So, so, so weird."

Starfire however looked at Kim in a different light. The only girls she had known very well on earth had been other superheroes. She had long wanted a friend who could teach her how to fit in like an ordinary earth teen. If Kim Possible was really "your basic average girl", then perhaps she had finally found what she was looking for!

Once the tweebs were properly dealt with, Kim turned to her father. "Dad, we think Drakken might be after a chemical called xenothium. Are there any potential sources in Middleton?"

"Hm…" he thought, trying to remember. "That stuff's pretty dangerous. I rarely even get to work with it. Nope, not in Middleton. We haven't tried to use xenothium here in years. Unless…"

"Unless what?" asked Robin, leaning in.

"My old friend Professor Ramesh mentioned being aware of a xenothium experiment recently," he explained. "I'll get him on the phone. Then you and your super friends can ask him where to expect Drew."

"Drew?" the Titans repeated.

"Drew Lipsky. It's Drakken's real name," Kim told them. "Dad knew him in college."

"So your dad knows Cyborg and his parents, Professor Ramesh, and Dr. Drakken?" Beast Boy asked. "Dude, is there anybody he doesn't know?"

Before Kim or her father could answer, the tweebs stuck their heads back into the room. "Hey Kim!" they said in unison.

"I'm a little bit busy now," she told them. "Can't you two play in the yard or something?"

"We were," said Jim.

"But then we were wondering…" said Tim.

"…because there's this awesome car in the driveway…"

"…could we maybe take it apart?"

"Just for fun?"

"We'll put it back together!"

Cyborg stood up. "You wouldn't happen to be talking about the T-Car, would you?"

Sensing that they were about to get in big trouble, Jim and Tim began to walk backwards out of the kitchen. "It was Jim's idea," Tim said, pointing at his brother.

"Yeah," Jim said, "but we didn't do anything yet. I told him we had to ask first."

"We were going to put it back together, I swear!" Tim insisted.

"NOBODY TAKES APART MY BABY!" Cyborg yelled, chasing the boys out of the house and out into the yard. The twins ran for their lives onto the lawn with Cyborg close behind, angry at the very suggestion of somebody taking apart his baby.

The others watched anxiously from the kitchen window. "Shouldn't we stop him before he hurts somebody?" Ron asked.

Robin took out his communicator to call his friend, but before he could do so, all of the Titans' communicators began beeping a familiar tune. "Trouble," he said, opening his. "It's Doctor Light. He broke into the back vault again."

"Again?" Beast Boy groaned. "Can't villains stay in jail these days?"

"Can't banks invest in better security systems?" Raven added.

"Sorry," Robin told Kim and Ron, "but we have a duty to our city. We have to go back to stop Doctor Light."

"Look, Robin," Kim said sternly, "I get that you need to catch other bad guys, but my dad is calling Professor Ramesh right now. We could have Drakken and Slade behind bars any second. Doesn't Jump City have police to take care of this guy?"

Raven frowned at her communicator. "Police? Yes. Capable of catching Doctor Light? Unfortunately no. It looks like he got his light suit an upgrade or two."

Kim wasn't so sure about these superheroes. A light suit didn't even sound scary, and was a bank robbery really of equal importance as saving the world from the combined forces of Dr. Drakken and Slade? She didn't think so.

Kim and Ron saw the Titans to their car. Cyborg was already inside, and the tweebs were standing a safe distance away, though clearly still enamored with the T-Car.

Starfire stood outside of the car and turned to Kim. "So, are you truly the 'basic average girl'?"

That was not a question Kim had been expecting. "Well…I guess so. I'm not anything too out of the ordinary."

Ron clarified, "She's as basic and average as a straight-A cheerleader who saves the world can be."

"Come on, Star! We've got to go!" Beast Boy turned into a squid and pulled her into the T-Car with one of his arms.

Robin rolled down the window of his shotgun seat. He handed Kim an extra Titans communicator. "This gives you access to all of our communicators. If you hear anything about Slade, give us a call."

The T-Car sped away toward Jump City. It was a fairly long distance to drive, but when Cyborg kicked his baby into high gear, he could cut the time of a regular car on the same route in half. The tweebs, having thoroughly inspected the T-Car before asking to take it apart, were well aware of this and watched in awe as it drove away.

"So beautiful," Jim whispered.

"We really need to update your car," Tim told Kim with several specific ideas in mind.

Ron had another issue on his mind. "Booyah! KP, do you realize what that communicator means? It's the equivalent of having Robin and the other Titans on speed dial!"

She looked at the communicator. Compared to her Kimmunicator, it wasn't too impressive to look at. "Ron, you do realize we save the world, like, every week. The Titans aren't as big a deal as you're making them out to be. They're not any more special than we are."

"Except they're super," he reminded her.

"We'll call them if we need backup," she told him as they walked back into the house, putting the Titans communicator into her pocket.

Back in the house, Mr. Dr. Possible had the phone to his ear and motioned for Kim and Ron to be quiet. They sneaked past him to another room. "Professor Ramesh?" he said to the phone. "Hey! How are things? Long time, no see...Yes, yes, I'm fine...I was wondering if you knew about a chemical called xenothium...yeah, that one...I understand, but this is important. It's for Kim...Of course, but as I understand it, someone's looking to steal it and Kimmie needs to stop them...Top secret? Good...No, I won't tell anyone but Kimmie...Really? Well, thanks a million, Professor Ramesh. See you at the reunion!" He hung up and called, "Kimmie! I know where to find the xenothium!"