Disclaimer: Nope, no new developments as of yet. The owners of Disney still haven't called me and offered me the rights to the show. Dang! They still own everything, lock, stock, and barrel. This is a tribute to the show Kim Possible, its creators, Bob and Mark, the animation crew that puts this wonderful show together, and all of you denizens in the dark that write about KP in so many ways. Hats off to you all!

RD

Rockin' Down the House

Chapter IV

Spankin'. They're here.

Kim opened the door with a flourish.

After a moment or two of her eyes adjusting to the brilliant Colorado sunlight outside, she focused on what she suddenly thought for a second might be a group wishing her and her family harm. Kim then immediately recognized the uniforms of the group she secretly feared worst of all, and suddenly her thoughts were confirmed. A group of short figures was standing all about her front porch, all holding containers of noxious materials, and a huge hulk of a man was looming in back of the pack.

Black and gold uniforms started milling about, and came to attack formation. A lone figure stepped forward and said… "Ma'am, we were wondering if you would be interested in purchasing some delicious…" all the time smiling like the innocent young girl that she was.

…"Pixie Muffins" Kim finished with a small sigh.

Kim glanced back over the small sea of beret wearing young ladies. 'Brigadier' Barkin was trying to shoot Kim a huge, toothy grin, his right arm going up towards his head. Barkin had one finger hooked into the collar of his shirt, starting at the back, and moving it towards where his uniform tie was neatly knotted. He was trying to pull the material away from his sweat soaked neck, showing he knew this was, at the very least, going to be a hard sell.

The small salespixie continued; "We have all the usual flavors, Ma'am, plus some new ones we're trying. Mango-Tango, Spice is Nice, and a really new flavor that hasn't been officially named yet, but Brigadier Barkin calls it "The mystery meat gravy flavor"…

Why, we don't understand, but…

Kim then noticed Barkin throwing up both hands, moving them back and forth in front of his massive chest in a blur, trying to get the young girls' attention. He then saw Kim glaring at him, and he began to rock back and forth on his heels and toes, his eyes searching the sky for anything that would get him out of this one. He put his left arm up to his head again, pushed his beret to the back of his head, rolled his eyes to the sky again, and started whistling.

As Kim started to protest that she didn't want to buy any muffins today, she felt something brush her shoe, and pass between her legs. She looked down, and saw Rufus sitting there, waving a few bills in his front claws. "mmmm, MUFFINS!" He swiveled his head back and up, looked up at Kim. "S' okay?" he said, with a pleading look on his face. Kim sighed once again, and said "Okay, just don't go crazy like last time." Rufus skittered over to one of the girls, and jumped into one of the heavy bags. Diving deep, the bag started to undulate wildly, and he popped his head out, holding a bag of his Pixie's favorite. "Crunchy Cherry, uh-huh uh-huh. Three cases, three cases, and pleeeze" he chirped. He then jumped out of the bag, turned, and ran back into the house, clutching his prize in his teeth.

Much to the delight of the pack, Kim caved. "All right, you guys. I'll take a case of the Oat-Bran, please." She reached into her pocket, and produced the correct amount.

As she bent down to give the Pixie the bills, she shot "Brigadier Barkin" a laser-like glance. She knew he got the message loud and clear when he shouted the order "Listen up, people. We now move to Upperton… and re-invade the territory of 'that other' troop." "Atten-HUT." Kim heard the snap of young heels coming together. "Abouuuut FACE." The troop wheeled about in unison in grand military style. "MARCH!" With that, the entire entourage marched down the winding sidewalk. Kim watched them leave, then noticed, down the street, a gleaming limo as it did a long turn around the corner, sidled up to the curb, and came to a silky stop in front of her house.

The uniformed driver stepped out from the driver's door in front and hustled to the rear door on the curb side. He grabbed the handle to the door, and smoothly opened it. Out of the dark interior Kim saw a long leg extend into the sunshine, followed by another alabaster complected one. As the feet hit the curb, the chauffeur extended a hand and assisted the rest of the young lady from the car. "Thank you, George" the blonde said.

Kim briskly walked over to the gleaming ride and almost squealed "Tara, you made it! I didn't think you were going to be able to catch a flight so quickly. I'm sooooo glad you're here. This is gonna be a lot of fun." Tara gave Kim a solid hug, not having seen Kim or Ron for at least a year.

Monique also stepped out of the long limo, again assisted by the impeccably uniformed driver. Monique told her driver "George, we're going to be at least 3 or 4 hours, take lunch and relax. You can do as you please, just be close by after that time period. I'll get you on the company direct connect for pickup, Okay? "Yes, Ms. De la Croix" the driver replied, and closed the door. George snapped to, wheeled, and got into the limo which then smoothly started off. Kim glanced at the back of the car, and noticed the number plate as it glided down the block… CB 3. Kim took Monique's hand in greeting, and said "Nice new ride, Mon. Noticed the plate, too. CB three?" The young exec just shrugged while smiling a 'cat got the canary' smile and replied "Just give it a little time… workin' on it, ya know."

Kim had to give credit when credit was due. Monique was the youngest corporate exec that Middleton High had produced. Matter of fact, she was the youngest in the state. Kim had no doubt that Monique was set for life.

Tara, on the other hand, while marginally successful, had taken a more perilous road in her career.

"Let's get inside, we got a lot of work to do" Kim said. "I can hardly wait to see the twins, let's go go go" Tara said, her eyes wide and sparkling. The trio walked up the winding sidewalk to the house, and stepped through the doorway. Rufus was at the playpen playing 'hide and seek' with the giggling babies. He'd run to one side of the playpen and hide behind a blanket draped over one edge, then peek around the edge of the blanket, look at the wide-eyed infants, and chitter "Boo yoo too." He'd then wriggle under the playpen to the other side and pop out from under it, grab the netting, pull himself up far enough to see the delighted kids, and repeat "Boo you too", sometimes adding an extra 'too' for emphasis. The kids never seemed to grow tired of this game, Amber's brown eyes always darting about looking for Rufus, and Jason's green ones were always full of exploration. Kim didn't mind letting Rufus keep an eye on the twins for a short time, she trusted him to protect them with his life if need be. After all, she had trusted him with her own life on many occasions. Rufus would try to keep up the game for as long as he could, trying to wear the babies out. Eventually Rufus would collapse on his back and wheeze "No more." The kids won every time, much to their squealing, bouncing delight. This round of their game was no exception.

The trio walked into the living room and Tara rushed over to the playpen, quickly saying 'Hi' to Rufus with a tickle on his tummy. Rufus gave a tired "mmmm Hi, gotta go sleepin" to Tara, and with that, slowly walked on all fours over to Ron's recliner and climbed into the large pocket. Before he snuggled in, he gave a wave to Monique and said "'Night, Moneek. Monique waved back and said "See you later, Rufus" and Rufus was quickly out like a light.

Tara walked over and bent over the edge of what Ron jokingly called 'The Restraining Field'. Kim stepped over beside her, her facial expression beaming at the inquisitive look on the face of one of her favorite former cheerleading teammates. Kim was VERY proud of her new offspring.

"Kim, they're the most beautiful babies I've ever seen. You've just got to bring them out to the coast. I know a few people that could get them work in commercials, maybe even in a TV show or two. I can make some calls today, and get the ball rolling for you."

Kim replied "Whoa, Miss Hollywood, just a minute. I'm just getting used to the idea of having the kids, and getting settled into the house. We don't need to be traipsing halfway across the country just yet. Thank you, but no. I love that you think they're beautiful, but I want to keep them just my little love-bugs for now. "Can I hold them? Tara asked.

"Sure, no big." Kim reached down into the pen, and picked up Amber. She asked Tara "OK, probably a dumb question, but have you held a baby before? Tara scrunched her eyebrows together at Kim and said "Sure, remember we used to split shifts when we were baby-sitting, right? Kim had forgotten she would fill in for Tara if something came up she needed to attend to. It had come in handy vice-versa when Kim had been called on emergency missions early in her crime fighting career.

Kim handed Amber over to Tara, who cradled the baby in her arms as carefully as she could. Tara cooed to Amber, tickling her tummy and just fussing like crazy to the smiling infant. Amber gurgled back to her with a huge little smile, and Kim said "Want to try for two? It's something you won't soon forget." Tara thought for a moment, and replied "Sure, let's go for it. You don't get to hold twins that often, do ya?" Kim bent down to Jason, who seemed to be reaching for his mother anyway. Kim noticed the tell-tale smile on her baby boy's face, gave a quick sniff at the air, and decided he was good to go.

She picked up the wriggling baby, and held and rocked him in her arms for a few moments to calm him down. She turned to Tara, and with a circus announcer type voice, softly said "Laaadieees annnd Gentlemennnn, presenting Tara King, world famous baby juggler, about to perform the most dazzling trick of allll… holding two babies at once! Monique was standing off to the other side of the playpen, watching all of this happening. She looked like she was doing her best to stifle a roaring laugh, but she didn't want to embarrass the actress by laughing. Not just yet, anyway.

Kim had calmed the little redhead down enough to hand him over. Tara had skillfully shifted the female twin to the crook of her right arm, getting the balance of the blonde girl just right.

Kim carefully fit Jason into Tara's left arm, holding onto Jason for a second, just in case. Kim then had a quick thought, and turned to Monique. "Monique, got a good idea. This should be a Kodak moment, let's get a pic of this. There's a camera in the dining room in the left top drawer of the antique credenza Nana gave me. Monique stepped over quickly and retrieved the digital camera, sliding open the lens cover and giving the automatic a chance to focus. She looked at the screen, and the green dot flashed. "Ready" she said.

Kim let go of Jason and stepped back out of the frame. Just as Monique said "Ready? One… two…"

Kim saw what was starting to happen, and her mouth opened in terror. She had seen that smile on the baby's faces before, and well knew what it meant. Before Kim could move, Monique said… "Three."

And both infants launched at exactly the same time.

As Monique snapped the pic, the kids had lost their lunch all over the front of the horrified blonde actress. Strained peas, carrots and mother's milk had cris-crossed the poor woman's upper body, forming a light green X across her chest. Tara stood there stunned, the wriggling barf cannons still in her arms.

Kim ran over to Tara, who was still not able to move from shock. "Oh, my GOD, Tara, I'm so SORRY" she said, while retrieving the babies from Tara's arms. Kim put the kids back in the playpen, turned back to her 'marked' friend, and exclaimed "let's get you cleaned up, NOW. I have some clothes you can change into. Come on in to the back room, and you can get cleaned up.

After they left the room, Monique checked the camera to see what was on it. Sure enough, it was a perfect shot of her and the twins at just that moment. Monique started to laugh as quietly as she should, only to hear something coming from a big green chair. She then saw Rufus hanging over the edge of the top of a big pocket, just chittering away in that delightful laugh he has. Tears were rolling down the sides of his tiny cheeks, and he was slapping the side of the pocket. Monique didn't know he could laugh that hard.

Kim stepped back into the living room, her cheeks flaming from embarrassment. Monique made eye contact with Kim's, and that's all it took.

They both doubled up and then collapsed to the floor from convulsive laughing.

End of chapter IV

MMMM, you guys are probably wondering when I'm going to get around to what's going on with the anniversary idea. I promise it's coming up soon. I just got into what was going on at the moment, and chunks of ideas kept popping up in the middle of the chappie. Life experiences, and stuff. I was going to split this chappie, but decided to clean the slate for chapter V. Being a 'beginner' writer, I hope you excuse me for this, and I hope you're enjoying the story. If y'all would be so kind, shoot me a review and let me know how ya like it, or what I could change. Thanks!

Onwards!

RD