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Last time on Legend Of A Monkey Master

- Team Possible, accompanied by Anne Possible, are determined to recover Ron.

- Lord Fiske reveals to Kim the legend of the Monkey King.

- Ron and Yori recover the third Yono Idol from Australia.

- Junior trails the Yamanouchi in quest for the final Yono Idol.

The Monkey Rises

Greece in revolt. Increasing anger over the yet more austerity measures, introduced by the provisional government to combat a massive national debt, has led to the appearance of the first armed gangs on the streets of Athens. These groups claim to be acting in the national defence of the nation on the heels of the democratic government's collapse and formation of an E.U. imposed council. Already the E.U. and the introduction of the Euro currency is seen as the instigator for the current crisis and while these protestors claim to be acting under their own intuitive, the presence of World Empire banners suggests the world terror organisation is agitating the situation. Violence has so far been avoided as the armed groups have remained confined to suburban areas shielded by unarmed mobs barring the path of the authorities. Nonetheless, fears run high of a developing Greek civil unrest which could spread to other nations weakened by the recession….

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The Laos government officially accepts World Empire economic aid, stunning neighbouring nations. Acceptance of Empire intervention mirrors the transformation of Zimbabwe from a country riveted by disease and poverty to the technological and military power of Africa when President Mugabe invited World Empire aid….

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Pirates off the Somalia coast have struck their most audacious target yet. Approaching and boarding the S.P.S. Canarias, a Spanish Naval Frigate. Canarias had been deployed to the region as part of Operation Atlanta, a European Union effort to safeguard World Food Programme shipments to the embattled country from piracy. A statement by EU President, Herman Van Rompuy, promised a, "rapid and forceful response," from the Atlanta task force, however, would not be drawn on unconfirmed reports of an advanced stealth vessel employed by the pirates….

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After militant protestors invaded and occupied Wall Street financial institutions, the police and protesters are said to have, "battled for every inch of ground," throwing whatever was not bolted down out windows down on police heads and bawling with riot police….

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The world has been stunned as Iran enacts threatened blockade of the Persian Gulf in wake of sanctions. Rather than rely on comparatively small naval forces, billions of gallons of crude oil is being pumped into the gulf with the further threat of having it set alight. The environmental disaster is unprecedented….

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The UN security is locked in emergency meeting tonight, asking the question if Global Justice Initiative powers, the lawful arm of the UN, should be expanded or even converted into a military arm of the organisation with a view toward pre-emptive action in regards to global terrorism. Dr Director is said to be resistant to change, however, with her job on the line….

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World Empire Command Bunker.

Global Justice Status: Location Unknown

And I'm only getting started, the smug contemplation stamped itself across the inner thoughts of one Gemini, global terrorist mastermind. He savoured mental images of the chaos impending as he would, a younger man, savour a cup of hot coco, shared with loved ones each night. Reading magnificent stories and tucking snug blankets around what is most precious in this world.

He hadn't thought of those times in years, Gemini realised with a start. He had considered his memories inner eye ripped away not long after losing his actual left eye. He did not need it. He rejected those images threatening to warm his cold, cold heart. They could remain locked away least it interfere with his mission.

You're so close to achieving your ends. It would not be wrong to let a little feeling in.

Rather, he clamped down. I need to focus, another voice, sounding more like his, commanded. Time enough for that soon enough.

"Iran, sir?" an agent, he did not catch which had addressed him as he emerged from his introspective. He did not care to ask.

"No, we did not reach an agreement. The Ayatollah remains mortally hostile toward my person after such an unfortunate episode on his soil last year. Not every global crisis can be laid at my feet."

Whereas I like to keep a finger in every pie.

12 hours hence Gemini launched his opening bid for the planet. They rated the most exhilarating 12 hours of his wicked life. Now his lieutenants were before him, anticipating the slight hand gesture signalling to proceed with the day's first progress update.

Number Three - Gemini instituting a practice of dehumanising his agents by erasing former identities so they might further appreciate their service to the organisation supersedes individuality – reported, "Our initial destabilisation efforts proceed unhindered."

Number Three pleased Gemini. Even his speech patterns were mechanical. "The UN Security Council wavers between gestures to demonstrate even-handedness, alternatively an all-out counter strike against nations supportive of our organisation. Indecision has left them paralysed," singularly toned whether he be addressing his master or a drive through order box.

"Do not presume Betty will wait for instructions on how to manage this crisis. She will act swiftly and decisively and to her own timetable. No dancing to my tune."

Number Two input, "I imagine at this moment Betty Director is hunched over a global crisis board, perplexed by the unfathomable amount of red flags. Sequencing targets of importance from feints or random strikes."

Concur. "Strategic mastermind my dear wife is, she will never divine my true strategy even as the western powers collapse around her."

The scene Two described amused Gemini. Unflappable Betty the cyclops, managing the crisis. Directing her resources how she could make the most efficient use of them. Making decisions in regards to situations she could stabilise, which did not warrant her attention/beyond recovery. Divining her opponent's true purpose with her keen eye and manoeuvring assets in place to stop it. Gemini decided he must be having a practically emotional, nostalgic day for he remembered with admiration Betty's strategic abilities. Her reservoir of personal strength in the most trying of times. Loved her for these admirable qualities even as they sealed her downfall. They made her blind as if Shego had clawed out her eyes.

"Preparations were rushed. Time between pronouncement of overt action and implantation was limited. Planning, training and logistics of supply are inadequate." If Number Three held a fault, he was so much a machine he could mechanically question any logic with did not fit his ones and zeros, 010101, programming. He did so with near impunity from Gemini's legendary capriciousness due to, Gemini confessed, typically enjoying the man's calculating manner and, "May I enquire as to your brilliant true strategy, my lord?" his survival instincts.

W.E. indoctrination cannot suppress completely the human instinct to live.

Strike fear into the machine! I like it.

My strategy? In a word….

Chaos.

"Chaos!"

He felt the soft whisper in his ear. A deep voice of mischievous intent.

"We will force them in to a war…."

Gemini cried forth, "We will force them in to a war, the scale of which has not seen since the age of the gods!"

"Cleanse the people…."

"Cleanse the people of their indulgence. Their laxity. Their obesity!"

"The world is beset with evils! Consumerism. Individualism. Charity. Freedom. Peace," Gemini's jaw ground the word. "While Betty misinterprets my intent to corrupt their democracies, convert national institutions and control resources; we shall shatter the foundation of civilisation. Blood will be spilled on every continent. Bombs will rain. Governments overthrown. Cities collapse. Children starve. Only the strong will survive to serve me."

"For eternity."

The voice was pleased. Gemini was pleased.

"Finely executed, my puppet. Now, bring me more of this…."

"Bring me more of this – fried chicken. With the secret herbs and spices. We must secure this recipe to ensure if does not become lost in the new age."

Gemini's minions obeyed. As they should. As all will once the world is set right. Inequality will cease to have meaning in the English language. There will be only service.

"And I shall say this to all who serve me.

"Take up this chicken wing, it is my body. My eternal covenant.

"Eat. Grant me your soul and you will be granted my salvation. Gemini, my servant, I shall grant you your desire."

And Gemini did eat.

"Oh dear, I fear this may go to my thighs."

"The Yono…"

"… rises."

…

Townhouse residence of Lord Monty Fiske,

London.

Joe sipped upon the tea Mr Bates delivered during the Fiske's epic. A tragedy of love, betrayal, war and redemption. The Canadian was the least moved of an audience consisting of Kim Possible, Dr Anne Possible and (if it was his real name) Joe the Untrustworthy. "You tell one heck of a ghost story, Fiske. Were you out of Marshmallows and sticks to skew them upon?"

The British Lord did have a talent for keeping an audience enthralled. Raising and lowering his voice to alternatively thunder or whisper. Mixing up the tempo, "You must have rehearsed for hours."

"He's given…," us greater Intel than you've uncovered without deceiving and using us you hypocritical ass!

It was probably for the better Fiske was first to answer again. Kim was unused and uncomfortable in exchanges of scornful remarks, giving Bonnie a piece of her mind aside. Particularly in front of her mother and their kindly hosts. Joe had done nothing but test Fiske with his thinly veiled accusations and….

Actually, Joe tested all indiscriminately but on a count of members present of the Ronald Stoppable Rescue Committee which lone individual stood guilty, by his own admission, of negligence in his duties to Team Possible? Answer that, Mr Super Spy.

Fiske, thankfully, was difficult to offend. "I'll relate the tale of the Monkey King to any ear which would heed it after a few at the pub." The spy's casual accusations did not ruffle a feather. "Scholars seldom listen."

"Can you blame them?"

Again, before Kim might interject. "No," Fiske replied, amused. "Not at all."

Yono, bent on global domination. A champion bestowed with the power and the responsibility of thwarting the beast. A secret ninja cult sworn to eliminate the Monkey Champion and reunite the Yono idols. A beautiful flower hiding deadly intent.

From Fiske's rationalisation of Yamanouchi's true intent, Kim could surmise Ron may not have much time. He may very well be in mortal peril!

If the spy's trustworthiness was in doubt, his formidable talents never would be.

"Whatever connection Ron has with these idols, Yori will have no need of him once she obtains all four. With Ron out of the picture she can release the Yono!"

"My fears mirror your own, Kimberly," Fiske acknowledged.

Head in the game. Kim recalled uttering those words to her friend on numerous occasions.

Head in the game. I need to lay this thing with Joe aside. The Yono is far from legend and I'm going to need Joe's help. Ron is too important to lose because of I wanted to bicker.

Anne focused on the primary issue. "We came here to discover where Yori might have taken Ron. Do you have any location more specific than, "the four corners of the globe"?

Fiske, unfortunately, did not. He was baffled as Team Possible. "We do have a single idol in my hands. We can wait for Yori to come to us."

Joe was firm. "We are not leaving the initiative in enemy hands." Kim's thoughts mirrored her mentor. Ex-mentor. She was grateful his thoughts mirrored her own in this regard and it stung.

Head in the game.

Difficult. Fiske did not know how to break the regrettable truth to the valiant travellers before him. "I would suppose then our only recourse to uncover the remaining idols before the Yamanouchi. However, I don't know where they can be found. Almost a decade of archaeological efforts to find a clue which led to the Laos idol. A discovery best laid at the feet of dumb luck and squandered money."

A Legend of a Monkey Master and deep background of their foe, Team Possible was no further to finding a clue to Ron and Yori's whereabouts than when they departed Middleton. All the while Yori was gathering Yono idols. One step forward, two steps back. Kim's instincts dictated she take the fight to the enemy.

"If we can't find the idols, maybe we can find the Yamanouchi. Wade already made headway linking Yori to Yamanouchi Zaibatsu. Lord Fiske, I ask you for every scrap you can muster on the ninja to transfer electronically to Wade. We'll also need Global Justice resources. I helped Dr Director out last year; she may look beyond the mystical weirdness and cut me some slack."

"Don't bet on it," was Joe's opinion. "I don't know if you caught any snippets of the news after we landed?" Kim hadn't.

"Betty has a lot on her plate. I advise you time and again to keep tabs on the news. Combined, journalists have a more efficient global intelligence network than the C.I.A."

"Almost as many times as you've stressed the importance of the team. Watching the back of the man next to you. Bond among comrades."

You want to lecture me? I'll reverse your sting right back at you. "If you'd like, we can ask the B.B.C. to put some feelers out for Ron while we're in town then."

Loyal Mr Bates. Adept smoothing over ruffles between world class academics, and no one argues like world class academics. He corroborated Joe's statement. "Violence and World Empire activity does appear to on the rise of late. Since the Senior rascal, Junior, acquired an artefact."

"Maybe if Betty knew the source of her troubles, she'd clear her schedule," Kim voiced a doubtful hope.

"Not likely," Joe swallowed the last of his tea. "But I will make the call."

"I will share with Miss Possible our electronic archive on the Yamanouchi. Many of our recovered early manuscripts I fear may be too worn to handle, but we have scanned what we could…." Mr Bates directed Kim to Fiske's installed elevator. Joe existed with the pair, ostensibly to place a phone call to Betty Director.

Leaving Anne Possible and Lord Fiske to enjoy each other's company.

…

Fiske had it in mind to complement Anne further on her wonderfully talented and tenacious daughter. It was Anne who struck first.

"Lord Fiske. You, personally, witnessed the capabilities of these artefacts and encountered a hostile group hell bent on possessing them. Yet still you offered my daughter an opportunity to join you field expedition?"

The accusation had been cast. Anne's spoke with her utmost reasonable, stern tone Kim, and her interns at the hospital, knew to dread. The one which makes you feel like a small child with their hand in the cookie jar caught by a wise and disappointed parent. Fiske found himself caught in this cookie jar.

"The Yamanouchi operate from the shadows. Publicity was my best defence. Hence my popular nature series. Most of my past decade I resigned myself to be tailed by a camera crew 24/7. No dreaded secret ninja cult assassinations yet. I thought it was working, I never intended for Kimberly to be in harm's way. I could not foresee the disastrous turn of a Yamanouchi/World Empire co-operation."

"On speaking terms with numerous world celebrities and you invite Team Possible as your media shield?"

"In truth," Fiske became uncomfortable under Mother Possible's assault. "I did think Kimberly's self-defence training a bonus. In addition to the numerous other security operatives I employed posing undercover."

"You did anticipate trouble," Anne was terse now. "You used her."

A difficult accusation for any mother to make with a steady voice. Anne's reasonable veneer did not falter. She desired the truth. Her opinion of Fiske was not liable to dip any lower.

"I used the media interest…. No," reconsidering his position. "I am sorry. I used Team Possible. I considered them my wild card," the truth at last.

"And you're furious because you let me," Fiske turned the argument against his accuser. "For what it's worth, I believe Kim Possible when she says, "I can do anything." My belief in her was so great so I forgot she is a child – your child."

Outwardly, Anne kept her cool. Replying steadily and some terse, "You missed your calling as a lobbyist, Mr Fiske. Why do I feel like you're making me out to be the villain?" Because the truth stings like a Queen B, Anne told herself.

"Because you feel like a villain." The good doctor was not amused by that little diagnosis. "I was not putting anything on you Anne. We all feel like villains this week, so I'm told. Ronald's disappearance is taking its toll. I know I, for one, am the villain here. I'm so sorry Anne, you should not forgive me."

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Decades old photography of the hieroglyphs discovered by Monty Fiske in Russia. Just as Fiske described them during their jungle adventure together. They were no carbon copy of the images Kim witnessed in Laos. Aside from differing cultural or artistic background, as distinct as playing a reel of Disney Classic and Japanese anime side by side, the glyphs Kim witnessed in Laos loosely recited what she knew to be the history of Yono's lost kingdom. These glyphs, recorded through Monty Fiske's camera lens told, of events afterward. The travels of Toshimiru. All the trials. All the war.

Delving deep in to the bowel of the lost city, rescuing her friend had been at the forefront Kim's mind. She regretted not taking any snaps to repay Fiske's generous allowance of Team Possible to shift through his painstakingly catalogued archive. No, there had been precious little time for archaeological documentation. What, with the Yono and his multi-armed elephant deity wardens to contend with. Of course Ron's safety trumped wistful curiosities. Kim merely would have liked to do something nice for the kindly, adventure seeking Lord.

Mr Bates announced he had successfully networked Fiske's archive with the Kimmunicator and handed the portable device back. Kim closed and traded him the photography album of the Ural expedition. Wade confirmed he was receiving Fiske's data now. It was down to her tech-xpert, Wade, now. The Kimmunicator she propped up on the bench to hear his report.

"This is a digital ton of information Kim. I think my PC will gain weight downloading it. With an expert team it may still take many months shift through these manuscripts and hieroglyphs for clues. Rather, I've set the system to search for key word references regarding artefact locations, 20th century Yamanouchi activity and prophesies concerning a future Monkey Champion."

"Hits?"

"Artefact locations – Russia and Laos. Known Yamanouchi activity – Attempted heist of British Museum, London. Prophesies – "The Ultimate Monkey Master you seek will be, "Unstoppable."

Wade frowned at his prophesy notes, "Loosely. That may be a translation error."

All information related by Fiske to Kim already. "You have zilch."

The tech genius, sheepish due to his failure to uncover a clue they could use, complained Kim, "I'm only 43 seconds in to the search. We've learned a great deal about the Yono's motivation."

"(Destroy, pillage, conqueror the world. Highly original,)" Rufus joined the discussion. Perplexed for the previous minute by an odd seven hundred year old glyph depicting a warrior with small rodent in hand, she lost interest and, skirting the files or papers cast across the bench and joined Kim in sitting adjacent Kim's talisman of wisdom and tech wizardry, the Kimmunicator.

"Try your new Naked Mole Rat translator Kimmunicator app."

Kim tapped a portion of the screen. Wade faded out to be replaced by touch screen options intended to aid their subterranean mammal companion with communicate.

Rufus tapped an option. One of only two.

"YES."

"Rufus agrees," Wade interpreted. "We learned something valuable."

"YES. NO."

"Do you have an idea, Rufus?"

"YES."

Kim and Wade looked to Rufus expectedly.

"(Maybe our next stop should be Yamanouchi Zaibatsu? The company Wade claimed Yori holds a majority stake. Or request Global Justice maintain a trace of their resources. Especially any private aircraft or hired transport.)."

"YES."

"How did you think we could stage a conversation like this?"

Wade defended his idea, "I said it was only a beta."

Bates returned with an armful of items he felt may aid in young mistress Kimberley's search. Some of those precious items stored under lock and key as opposed to the library. Only before having been handled by experts with agonising care. A jade amulets featuring the symbol of the Monkey King, uncovered during foundation work in Beijing. Extensive photography of the famed Nazca lines of Peru, specifically of a monkey and the spiralling lines, Fiske's notes read, "temporal disturbance?", extending from the paws. A positively mangled hardcover tome. "Tome of Phantom Monkey. Probable summoning ritual. Purchased Medicine Man vendor. Bamako, Mali, " scribbled across the tome's protective covering. Brittle pages threatened to dissolve to flakes at a humans touch. Surely the celebrity lord held Kimberly in high regard to handle these items. Or, rather, placed a greater price tag on Ron's safe return than these irreplaceable trinkets.

Generous though Fiske's offer to share his painstakingly researched information on the Yono idols was, there very little here to point to Yori's next step. She, of course, thanked Mr Bates for his assistance and encouragements. This gentleman had and continued to be delightfully obliging. The unfortunate truth was years of compiling this impressive archive and Lord Fiske remained in the dark as to the locations of the second pair of Yono idols.

Without blundering in to a clue overlooked by Lord Fiske for a decade, the boy Kim was looking for she would not find here.

…

"You mustn't pile blame onto yourself for Kimberly's brush numerous brushes with despicable individuals. The fault lies entirely at my feet."

"What did you do?" There is accepting responsibility for your actions and there taking responsibility for every wrong in the world. Selfishly hording the burden. Of course Anne held Lord Fiske largely at fault. Entirely at fault was an egotistical exaggeration.

Was Fiske even taking the matter seriously?

He did appear dreadfully uncomfortable. Speaking at pace. He was hardly well practised with apologising for his actions. Aristocratic background. Held in high esteem in most social circles. Now he stood accused of reckless endangerment of children, clearing his conscience to the mother of the girl he endangered.

"Unable to locate the idols of Toshimiru, I conceived a plot to, rather, locate Toshimiru's heir. The legendary Monkey Champion. I kept my ear to the ground, scoped out many possible," he rephrased, "I mean to say hopeful candidates."

"Strength, skill, determination - all admirable qualities. I require that something extra. Some unique, quite unusual or offbeat quality. Headlines around the world, Kim Possible thwarts terrorist mastermind. Clears father's name. Rescues the town cheerleading squad. Prevents an ecological catastrophe. In the preceding months she's Time's Person of the Year as she jets around the world solving problems and helping people."

"We're not talking about super-cop. Drew Lipsky, whom held personal vendetta against our family, aside; Kim does not take jobs which I feel may be dangerous."

Neither had to state the obvious, "No, they just turn out that way". Kim's missions typically took a turn for the worse soon after her arrival. Trouble, of an unusual nature, trailed Kim the way Ron did. Fiske, at least, was decent enough not press the point.

"Kim Possible doesn't make headlines for what she does. She makes headlines for what she is."

"Which is?"

"A beacon of hope. It not about what she does. It's about what others aspire to by her example. The Yono would be wise to fear a person like that. He might, in the midst of plotting global conquest, take a special interest in a person like that."

"What did you do?"

…

Staring unwaveringly at archaeological information on screen without actually taking in any of it. Rapping her fingers on the table. Her feelings of impatience to get the job done interfering with her ability to get the job done. Wades limited search parameters still conjured a mountain of files which may, or likely not, hold a clue.

"Kidnap Ron," Kim began. "Leave a baby? I don't understand why Yori would leave Hana with the Stoppables if she intended to," Kim felt a reluctance to use the term kill at this juncture, "dispose of their son?"

Wade ventured, "She needed a babysitter for the weekend? We haven't established a firm motive for Yori's actions. The legend of the Yono may be just that. A legend," he rationalised.

"We may have to re-examine the probability Hana is a secret ninja infiltrator baby."

"We're not back to considering Hana, "the intruder," are we?"

"How many ninja friends have we made this week?" Because the only ninja Kim recalled encountering this week were all set to kill her.

"Seven on your Facebook account. Junior keeps sending friend requests by the way."

"And we will keep declining."

"He may post photos online we can use to track him." Why not? The guy was incredibly vain.

"Alright," Kim forced a smile. It was devious and somewhat reminiscent of a super villain. "Create a fake Kim Possible account and friend Junior."

"I don't know I'd feel comfortable impersonating a woman over the internet outside of World Of WarCraft."

"(I'll do it)."

"YES."

…

"What did you do?" Anne ascended to her feet.

Joe answered. "What hasn't he done? Monty has kept a hand, should I say 'paw', in the Team Possible's dealing for some time now."

Joe had the air of one downright dangerous. Wound up tight (-er than usual) and prepared to pounce on a threat. The old spy left the room along with Kim and Mr Bates. Purportedly to put through a call for assistance to Betty Director as Kim requested. The only 'call' Joe made was the call Fiske was not on his list of trusted beings and used his alone time to produce evidence supporting his call.

Now he stank. Really, he stank. A whiff of his odour irritated the nostrils of those who's conversation he introduced himself to.

Joe circled the room, deceptively casual. Those who knew how to read body movements, however, saw a coiled spring. Approaching Fiske from the opposing flank from which Anne stood. Generating discomfort for Fiske. The disquieting feeling of being under attack from twin fronts. No allies abound. Not sure where to turn his back.

Joe stood apart from Anne now also because Anne, justifiably, accused Joe of the same crime of underhanded utilisation of Team Possible. She may not appreciate the appearance they stood side by side on this matter. Giving her fresh air to breath was also a consideration. He really did smell of rotting vegetable material and sour milk.

"Maybe you should tell the tale, Monty. You're such a masterful storyteller."

"I'll say again. What did you do?"

And Fiske did relent. "Used my contacts and influence to promote Team Possible. Recommended Kimberly's assistance to some of friends or colleagues…."

Joe added, "Engineering events to challenge and test her abilities."

"You bastard," was all Anne could say.

"Recommended, only," Fiske protested, "Team Possible to a sceptical Profession Golf Association. Jilted amateur with anger management issues, Duff Killigan, endeavoured to thwart the tour with a new breed of rapid growth lawn."

One confession breeds another.

"Mailed Twilight Saga Part 3 premiere tickets ahead of the ugly Los Angles cockroach siege. Blew the whistle on the Fashionista Mafia to coincide with Kim's short stint as behind the counter at Coco Banana Fashion Club…."

"You're sick! You've been deliberately pitting my seventeen year old girl against criminal gangs and quirky themed villains!"

"Now, now," Fiske did not lose his calm easily though confession piled on top of accusation. He chided, "Truth in advertising. "Anything is Possible for Kim Possible. Call me, beep me. Say the word and I'll be there."

"Not when you're pre-arranging the disasters!"

Fiske, whom had begged Anne not to forgive him, displayed no repentance as the crimes grew worse. Anne had been certain her opinion of Monty Fiske could not dip any lower. Perhaps she should not have been so quick to judge.

"Pity. Kim really dislikes tall tales and fibbers. Dishonestly from a figure she admires? Difficult to forgive. Even for Kim" Of course, Joe would know. He was in dog box with Possible, both Possible woman, over the same offence.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but under your guidance Kimberly has thwarted the ambition of a nuclear armed terrorist and escaped an end as a popsicle on Senior's island? I was led to believe Team Possible deals with crisis of the like on a weekly basis. Kimberly is no pixie scout selling cookies door to door. She is as capable a young woman as there ever was."

"How do you know about the Seniors?" Joe asked.

Well duh, Fiske's eyes seemed to say. "Everyone knows about the Seniors."

"I'll tell you how you know about Seniors. You were searching for the Monkey Champion, not for the reasons you claim. Success after success caused you to fear Kim may indeed be a spanner in the works of your grand plan. It was time to up the stakes. So you recommended Team Possible to Senior for a spot of fun. I like to know what sort of man I place my faith in. You see, Lord Fiske, there are details which have been bugging me."

"Is it so hard to believe Kimberly would not have mentioned the Seniors during our time together in South East Asia?" Not a denial.

Now Joe told a story. He was not as skilled an orator as Fiske. Nonetheless his audience was held captive.

"You spent the great bulk of your assets funding the Laotian dig, specifically making donations to the Laotian government so they might view your proposal to unearth artefacts in their country favourably. Then, while WE agents are robbing your dig, they also electronically rob all the government officials you, ahem, bribed. It was your money they took! From officials half of whom enjoy key new positions in the recently, yesterday, established World Empire government of Laos."

"Back in the cold war days I remember a case, a diplomat was mugged. He was on our watch list as a suspected resident spy, that is to say a spy posing as a diplomat as to enjoy diplomatic immunity should he be caught. He said he the mugger took only his wallet. Reported his driver's licence, his credit card and a few other knickknacks stolen, as well as some cash. More than a little bit of cash; he had withdrawn $1,990 dollars from the bank a half hour previous. The withdrawal limit was $2,000."

"How unfortunate," Fiske remarked dryly. "I hope the money did not go on to fund terrorism or anything."

"I was saying how I don't like to go in to business with a man I hardly know. You can tell a lot an awful lot about a man from his garbage."

"Find anything? A new fragrance?"

"Nothing. Waste of time. Now I need a shower. But since your laundry was in the next room I thought to myself, "What the heck." Guess what I found in pocket of Lord Fisk's jungle wear. A receipt for a bag of Lollipops traceable back to a supermarket in the Laotian capital, Vientiane. The same brand the supposed minion of Yono planted on Ron Stoppable."

"You might have saved our nose hair's offense if you had searched the laundry first."

"Also, in choosing a villainous analogue to conceal your identity - don't use an anagram of your name, Lord Monkey Fist. It's really not as clever as it sounds. I don't take kindly to anyone trying to off my team because they may be an impediment to a deranged plan."