Chapter 2: The Plot Liquatiates

Señor Senior Sr. stands proudly on an expansive balcony surveying the progress of his latest diabolical plan. He takes a deep, satisfying breath and can't help but to say, "Very good. Yes, very good indeed.''

"Father! How much longer? I am quite anxious to get totally tubular in my new wave pool," Señor Senior Jr. inquires. Junior sports wrap-around sunglasses, flowered shorts, and a nose covered in zinc cream. "I am jonesing to practice doing a frontside bottom snap into a backside air reverse."

Senior Sr. looks at Junior for a moment and asks, "Do you even know what that means?"

Junior answers, "I don't know exactly what it means but it is supposed to be really difficult. If I can learn how to do this I can become a famous surfing legend and use my fame to propel myself into a teen pop sensation!"

The two Seniors stand and gaze upon a gargantuan-sized chasm. The chasm spans as far to the left and as far to the right as the eye can see. Several water pipelines empty into the vast artificial reservoir, which stands about one-quarter full.

"Junior, emptying the most important waterway on Earth, the Panama Canal, is quite an evil scheme. For that, I am proud of you."

''Thank you father."

"But this foolishness about building the world's largest wave pool and becoming a surfer...Junior, it is unbecoming of an evil genius. It is uninspired. It has no imagination."

"No?", Junior responds.

"No. An evil genius does not revel in adoration," Senior raises his fist, gesturing powerfully, "he basks in the fear, terror, and power he wields - like a great swordsman brandishing his blade. It's not about achieving the fleeting adulation of mindless teenaged girls and boys; it's forcing governments, world leaders, and multinational corporations to bend to your will – to succumb to your evil whims.

"How about if I become an evil surfer? I could knock people of their boards, or kick sand in their face. Then, I could give them my evil laugh – heh heh heh heh."

Junior's (not so) evil laugh still leaves much to be desired in the eyes of his father but the notion of becoming a surfer, or a teen pop sensation, is simply not acceptable at all to the senior Senior. "Junior, we shall discuss this at a later time. An evil genius is always two steps ahead of his arch nemesis and I anticipate Kim Possible and her sidekick will be along shortly to investigate. We must be prepared if we are to savor the sweet nectar of victory. Our adversary is a worthy foe. I must check on a few arrangements I have been preparing."

"What can I do? Can I go lube-up my board? I am so stoked."

"Fine. You may go lube and stoke whatever you desire", Senior Sr. says as he dismisses Junior with a wave of his hand.

Junior strikes a pose pointing at his father, "Cowabunga. We shall catch each other on the flipside." Junior leans in and, in almost a whisper, translates for his father, "that means I will see you later." Junior runs off to his wing of the mansion.

The elder senior shakes his head and mumbles under his breath, "Why couldn't I have had a daughter?" Señor Senior Sr. heads off to attend to more important matters.

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Finally, the end of the school day arrives for Kim and Ron. Ron sits while completely engrossed in every word Miss Sanguillen speaks. In fact, all of the boys in the class gaze upon Miss Sanguillen, mesmerized by her youthful attractiveness. Kim, on the other hand, can think of nothing but class concluding and getting out of there as fast as she can. She can disarm bombs, fight hand-to-hand with monkey ninjas, and more than match wits with Dr. Drakken, but she does not like her chances of passing her upcoming Spanish mid-term.

The end-of-class bell rings. "¡Disculpen¡ Disculpen! Escuchen, su examen es mañana. Estudien mucho esta noche. ¡Buena suerte!" Miss Sanguillen tells the class.

Ron gets up from his desk and starts to leave. Kim grabs the back of his shirt and asks him, "What did she say? I didn't catch a word she said. I'm so sunk on this test." Before Ron can even answer, Kim begins to panic and grows more upset that Ron has not answered her question – even though he hasn't given him a chance to respond. "Ron! Tell me! What did she say to us? I – I – I'm..."

"Relax, Kim," Ron says, patting Kim on the back, "Study hard tonight and good luck!" Ron starts to walk away.

"Ron Stoppable! Don't tell me to study hard and wish me good luck then just walk away like that. With all we've been through together? Why can't you tell me what she just said? Is it some inside joke? Did she make fun of me? Did she just tell everybody that I'm going to fail? What's the –".

Ron interrupts Kim, "Amp down, KP. That is what she said. She told us to study hard tonight and wished us good luck…in Spanish, of course. Why are you flaking?"

"I'm not flaking," Kim weakly argues back knowing Ron is correct.

"Sheeyah, right, and I love monkeys," Ron retorts. Ron tries to calm Kim down. He spreads his hands apart, "Maintain, KP. Maintain. We study together. You know this stuff as well as – actually, much better than – I do. Why the anxiety?"

Kim and Ron start walking down the hallway. "I don't know…it's just…I don't think she likes me."

"She likes you just fine. What gave you that impression?"

"It's just that…well…," Kim stops walking, "what makes all the guys in her class go ga-ga over her? She's nothing special, right? She's just an average teacher…".

Ron excitedly and animatedly answers back, "Who's a 15 on a 10-point scale of babe-i-tude! And that accent! Whoa¡Me gusta mucho! That's what I'm talking abou….", Ron trails off.

For a moment, Ron believes he literally sees steam emanating from Kim's ears. He wisely decides to change the direction of the conversation. "Is that what's causing you to flake? That the guys like Miss Sanguillen?"

"No", Kim sheepishly answers.

"Yes, it is. You're jealous! Wait…you're jealous of Miss Sanguillen? You? Head cheerleader? Honorary Global Justice agent? Redarguer and obfuscator of the villainous?"

"Redarguer? Obfuscator?"

"February 24th and January 31st," Ron says.

Kim rolls her eyes, "Uhh…right".

Kim and Ron start walking again. "I'm just saying relax. You have no reason to be jealous of Miss Sanguillen. Outside of these school walls, you know the material as well as anybody. You just need to get your mind off of Miss Sanguillen – although I have a hard time doing that myself - , " Kim slaps Ron playfully on his shoulder, "and stay focused on the matter at hand. ¿Comprendes?"

"Sí, yo comprendo", Kim says sheepishly. "Gracías amigo."

"De nada," Ron acknowledges as they arrive at Kim's locker. Kim opens the locker and her monitor comes to life.

Wade greets them. "Kim. Ron. Good timing. I'm starting to get a handle on the situation down in Panama. They've experienced about a 40 percent water loss. All travel through the canal has ground to a halt." A satellite image appears on the monitor. "My infrared satellite imaging system picked up a series of underground pipelines that are siphoning off the water from the Panama Canal and piping it east. It appears the water is being deposited into a large, abandoned quarry outside the villa of Chepo. I did some research, and the quarry is – are you ready for this? - operated by a mining company, that is a division of a holding company, that is wholly-owned subsidiary of a private investment partnership. The investment partnership is called "Más Antiguos Investments".

Kim looks at Ron. Maybe she does know her Spanish as well as Ron says. Kim's face grows stern. She looks at Ron and says, "Más Antiguos, Ron. The Seniors!"

"Wade, can you –", Kim starts.

"A ride? Done and done, Kim", Wade interrupts. He looks at his watch. "It should be there right…about…now."

Kim and Ron look at each other and both sort of tilt their heads in order to hear a little better. Neither can hear anything out of the ordinary. Kim speaks up, "Wade, are you sure? I don't hear anything."

"It's there, Kim. It's an experimental plane from the National Jet Propulsion Research Foundation. It's the most advanced transportation system ever conceived." Wade adds, "I'll monitor the situation in Panama. You'll be there in about an hour."

Kim can't believe it. "An hour? All the way to Panama? Are we taking a rocket?"

"A rocket? Oh no", Wade answers, "a rocket would take to long."