Chapter 5: Retribution

I.

"Monique? Isn't it a little late for you to come by?"

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Possible, but I really needed to talk to Kim. Is she here?"

"Wellll, yes and no," Mrs. Possible grinned, "physically she's here, but mentally…?"

Monique stood puzzled for a moment, and then her eyes opened wide. "Ron…" she breathed.

"What was that, Monique?" The redhead's eyes narrowed. "Did you say something about Ron? Where is that boy, I need to speak with him."

"You and a lot of other people." Monique muttered, "I mean…ah…could I see Kim, please, it's really important."

Anne Possible hesitated, "All right, follow me, but I don't think it will do any good."

Standing at the top of Kim's loft stairs, beside Mrs. Possible, Monique watched her friend snuggle and mutter to her Panda-Roo. "Can we wake her up, Ma'am?"

"Good luck."

"Kim, c'mon Kim, wake up." Monique instructed loudly.

"Ummmmahhhh. Thas' th one, Ronnie, number twelve, ohhhhhh." The redhead in the bed moaned.

"Well, that's new," Mrs. Possible grinned, "last time she was moaning over number sixteen."

"Kim? Talk to me, girlfriend. Where's Ron? Kim?"

"Ronnie, oh, bad boy…."

"Mrs. Possible, how long has she been like this?" Monique wondered.

"Since Ronald brought her home three hours ago. Speaking of which, I really do need to talk to Ron. Have you seen him?"

"No, Ma'am, I was hoping he was with Kim." The dark girl frowned, "Ma'am, you said Ron brought her home. Did he say where he was going when he left?"

"No, that's another thing I want to speak to him about. He left without saying goodbye, when he knew I wanted to talk."

"That doesn't sound like Ron. Wait a minute, three hours ago? Has anybody else been by to see Kim?"

"No, somebody rang the doorbell, and Ron said he would answer it. Then when I went down, he was gone. Why?'

"Bonnie."

II

"Oh, man, I am so dead." Ron thought as he paced his prison, "Mrs. P. wanted to talk, Kim, oh, man when Kim finds out about this, oh, man, I am so dead."

He should have known something was up when he opened the Possible's door to find Bonnie standing there. A grin reminiscent of his cousin Shawn's on Christmas morning had erupted on her face.

"Ronnie!" She had grabbed his shirt and jerked him through the doorway. Before he could gather his scattered wits, two strong, large, feminine arms had lifted him from behind.

"Bring him, Mary." Was all Bonnie had said as she turned and marched away.

Now he found himself in a locked room in a house he had never been to before, wondering what in the world was going on.

Ron heard a key turning in the old fashioned lock. Assuming a defensive position, he waited for his adversaries.

The door swung slowly open, the four figures backlit by the hallway lights.

"Ready for some truth time, lover?"

III.

"Bonnie? What about Bonnie, Monique?' Mrs. Possible questioned.

"She was supposed to come over and talk to Kim, ma'am, about R…ah…the squad, right, the cheerleading squad."

"Monique, I want to know what's going on, and I want to know right now." Mrs. Possible's voice was stern. "Now Ronald is doing something, or something's been done to Ron, or I'm not sure. But something is going on, so talk."

Monique looked at the implacable older woman and sighed, "Ok, where do I start?"

"How about that Pin you're wearing, and why it looks just like one Kimmie has? Just a minute," her stern look dissolved into a laughing grin, "don't tell me you…"

"Kim told you about the pins?" Monique gasped. "What else did she tell you?"

"We talk about a lot of things, such as Ronald having maybe a little too much fun this year. Now, did you get your pin the same way?"

"The silver one, yeah, nobody else has her emerald one though."

"Nobody else? How many are there?"

"Quite a few, Ma'am, but don't we need to focus on Ron? After all, he's missing."

"Doesn't sound like he's been missing many," Anne snorted, "but, all right, tell me why you think Bonnie's involved."

"Because she said she was coming to talk to Kim tonight. I just don't know if she came alone."

IV.

Bonnie was most definitely not alone Ron saw. Accompanying her, all with anticipatory grins on their faces, were Suzie, Melody, and...Little Mary? Ron's mind began to run in panicked circles.

"Little Mary? Big Mike's little sister! Kicked off the rugby team for violence, broke Mike's nose, tried to join the football team but the other players threatened to quit, makes Xena look like a second stringer…oh, man, KP, sidekick in trouble!"

"H…hi…uh…hello?" Ron managed.

V.

"We have got to get Kim back to normal," Monique stormed, "she's the only one who can find Ron."

"Good luck, I think the only thing we can do is let her sleep it off."

"No, wait, Mrs. Possible, I've got an idea. She told me this brought her out of the rage she was in at the festival."

Mrs. Possible watched curiously as Monique cleared her throat and leaned over to speak gruffly in her daughter's ear. "KP, KP, sidekick in trouble."

Anne collapsed helplessly when Kim's sultry, sleepy voice answered, "You certainly are…"