1Disclaimer: I figured that the one at the beginning of the story would be sufficient, but just in case, I once again state my awareness that I am using characters owned by others. Also, I briefly quote a couple of songs for which I do not hold the copyright.

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Kim found herself hurtling towards, then over, then past a smoking vent in the ground. She thought quickly and fired her grappling gun into the air, hoping to snag something. No such luck. Fortunately, when her involuntarily attached rockets ran out of fuel, she found herself over a small pond. Splashdown was a bit of a shock to the system, but at least it was water and not pumice or lava. After she regained her bearings, Kim dragged herself out of the pond, scraped the scum off of her, and called up Wade.

"Bad news, Wade. I took a little unplanned flight. Good news is, I know what he's trying to pull and why he's doing it."

"I, too, have some good news. I'm not picking up as much electrical activity. Looks like at least some of the setup is offline. Haven't heard back from Ron or Bonnie. Have you tried them?"

"No, but I can." Kim first called up Ron, but got no response. Next she tried Bonnie, but again, nothing. "Wade, I couldn't reach either of them."

"You may not have been able to talk to them, but I can triangulate their positions."

"Please and thank you."

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Ron woke up with an aching head and no idea where he was. Everything was all black and woven-looking. Ron pulled his shirt down from over his head and saw that he lay exactly where he had fallen.

"Hmm, usually when I get knocked out, I wake up in some kind of cage or with KP somewhere." Ron thought to himself. He got up and staggered around for a second before he tripped over a loose cable, slicing it open on a jagged rock on the ground.

"Score one for the Ronster! Dumb skill saves the day again!" Ron looked around to make sure there was no one around to knock him back out, then began to make his way back towards where he had last seen the rest of the team. He could have really gone for a Slurpster about then. He made his way in the opposite direction from which he came, unplugging speakers along the way.

"Maybe I should call up Kim or Bonnie or Wade...he should get Rufus something like the Kimmunicator." He decided to try Wade first, and was successful.

"So Wade, have we saved the Eastern Seaboard yet?"

"Not yet. A lot of the amplifiers have been disconnected, but if Motor Ed goes through with the sound check, we could still have a tsunami on our hands. Until I know otherwise..."

"When in doubt, pull it out?"

"Sounds good to me." Wade's image cut off, and Ron resumed his unplugging duties. He worked towards where he thought the stage would be, pulling plugs as he trudged along. As he came over the top of a small ridge, he found what he was looking for. There were a few roadies working on the stage, but it looked like most of them had their attention elsewhere. Ron tried to get a closer look at the crowd. He thought he could see Motor Ed, but then again, more than half of the roadies he saw had mullets and occasionally punctuated their sentences with "seriously" or an air guitar solo. Little did Ron know that recent events were about to repeat themselves. This time, he did not see the tire iron that struck his cranium.

"Aww, man! Not again!" was all Ron could get out before he blacked out again.

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"Now you are going to stay in that cage until you can show that you can follow my instructions, seriously." Motor Ed was dealing with his latest prisoner, Bonnie Rockwaller. He had forced her to change into a grass skirt and coconut bra. The mechanical-minded metalhead and his henchmen/roadies had gathered for a little pre-sound check entertainment.

"Well? We're waiting!" A murmur rose from the assembled masses. Afraid that Motor Ed would attach further conditions to her "punishment," such as further removal of clothing, she picked up the bullhorn and began to sing:

Down at an English fair, one evening I was there,

When I heard a showman shouting underneath the flair:

"I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts,

There they are all standing in a row...

Bonnie felt an electrical shock that seemed to be coming from everywhere in the cage at once.

"What was that for? I'm wearing this stupid get-up, I'm singing the song, what more do you want?!?"

"You're slouching! Seriously, show off what you've got! Shoulders back, chest out, the works! Motor Ed appreciates good posture! Seriously, he does!"

"Okay, the whole third-person thing has got to stop!"

"Do not dictate the dude's diction, seriously!"

Another roadie spoke up to interrupt the squabbling. "Hey, Ed, I got another one of those kids! What do you want I should do with him?"

"Skinny dude?"

"Yeah."

"Put him in the cage with the other one. Everyone else, go find Red. We are already behind schedule and we can't afford any more disruptions, seriously." The roadie opened up the cage and tossed Ron in with Bonnie. The shock of impact woke Ron up, but for a few seconds, Ron was just staring idly at whatever happened to be in front of him.

"Eyes off the prizes, loser," sneered Bonnie.

"What happened to you?" asked Ron.

"Oh, brown and itchy is in now. Mister 'business in front, party in the back, nothing inside' wanted to turn me into the show before the show." Bonnie took a look around and saw that the entire crew, save one rather rotund roadie who was taking a nap, had gone off in search of Kim Possible. She shuddered as she thought about what the prize for successful capture would be.

"Okay, now what usually happens?" asked Bonnie apprehensively.

"Rufus breaks us out."

"And you trust this whole operation to a naked mole rat, WHY?!?"

"He's earned it."

"I see," Bonnie lied through her teeth. "Can you reach the lock?" Ron stuck one of his arms through the bars and found that he was able to reach the lock. He turned it around to see what he was dealing with, and he was not happy; four dials, a hundred numbers on each. Even with a gentleman's C in math, he realized the odds were against him.

"We might be here a while," said Ron, showing Bonnie the lock.

"Unless..." Bonnie took a closer look at the "guard," who by now was at a buffet table, picking through a large bowl of M&Ms and removing all the brown ones. "I think I know what the combination is." Shoving Ron aside, she set the dials to 19, 84, 51 and 50 and was met with a gratifyingly loud click. The now unlocked cage swung open, and Bonnie dragged Ron out of the view of their guard.

"How did you know?"

"A little cultural literacy can do wonders. First, I need to get my clothes back, then we can go from there." As it turned out, Bonnie's clothes were directly under the cage. She ordered Ron to turn around as she shed the outfit furnished by Motor Ed. In the process, she discovered that her shorts had a massive rip and were unwearable. She could not believe what she was about to ask of Ron. "Ron, give me your pants."

"Okay, but it's going to be homecoming all over again," warned Ron. Bonnie's face indicated that it was a risk she was willing to take. He yielded his pants as Bonnie had demanded. His initial displeasure subsided as a breeze picked up. Ron took a moment to enjoy the ventilation. The moment was shattered by a sharp blow to the back of his head. This time, however, Ron did not have the pleasure of unconsciousness. After all, Bonnie's hand is not as hard as a tire iron.

"Ow! That's kind of a sensitive area."

"And if you don't start moving, the next shot will be in a more sensitive area!"

"Where should we go?" Ron saw initially saw no sign of Kim or Rufus. The two of them decided to head south. As they crested a small hill, they caught an unpleasant sight. The search party was returning to the stage. Ron and Bonnie crawled into a crevice out of sight but within hearing range of Motor Ed.

"Forget about Red, seriously! If she unplugged us, she'll be waiting at the stage with the device, and then she'll just be all smug about it, and just when she's about to break out some one-liner about us having to make this an acoustic show, we'll take her out, plug back in and then..." Motor Ed busted out another screaming air guitar solo. "Only thousands of times louder. Seriously, this will be legendary."

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One of the drawbacks of sending a large search party after someone, especially if this party does little in terms of fanning out, is that it is fairly easy to avoid as long as you are skilled at keeping a low profile. Kim Possible fit this to a tee; she saw the assembled masses before any of them saw her, and hid in the underbrush. The mob passed by without so much as looking in her direction.

"Motor Ed does do a lot of things better than his cousin, but searching for a couple of cheerleaders, one mascot turned running back and a hairless rodent in not one of them," Kim said to herself quietly. "Speaking of which, I wonder if Wade has been able to find their positions yet." As if he was able to read her mind, which he had been working on for the past year or so, Wade contacted Kim.

"I went to Edstock's official website. They have a live camera showing the setup."

"That's convenient, but I was wondering if you had any info on Ron and Bonnie's location."

"I was calling you about that. I caught them on a couple of frames on that camera a few minutes ago, but I can't contact them. They could not have gotten far from the stage. Oh, and power has dropped down to safe levels, so I think one of them, or maybe Rufus has the EMA. I think we can go ahead and call the cavalry."

"Have them meet us at the stage ASAP. I'll try to get everyone together there."

"Sounds good, Kim."

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"In the beginning, back in 1955, man didn't know about a rock 'n' roll show and all that jive." Motor Ed was addressing his crew on stage. He was just about to test the island-wide sound system. "The white man had the schmaltz, the black man had the blues. No one knew what they was gonna do, but Tchaikovsky had the news, he said, 'Let there be sound,'" and Motor Ed lifted an oversized switch to turn on the loudest system ever put together in one place. "...and there was sound." However, the sound was merely that of Ed's normal speaking voice. "That is bogus, man, seriously. I should have called up Drew, see if he knew where to find competent henchmen."

"You'll be able to find all sorts of criminal types where you're going!" Kim Possible emerged over a ridge overlooking the stage.

"I believe you have something the belongs to, um, not me, but I took it in the name of rock, seriously." Motor Ed's mob moved in on Kim.

"I don't have it, but they do." A fleet of Global Justice helicopters rose from behind where Kim was standing. Wagner's Ride of the Valkyries blared from speakers on one of them. Motor Ed just stood there as he came to the realization that the dream was over. At the same time, sensing that the presence of Global Justice meant that it was safe to emerge, Ron and Bonnie crawled out of the crevice to meet Kim. Ron's lack of pants did not go unnoticed by Kim, and her expression quickly shifted from relief to anger when she saw where his pants had gone.

"RON! YOU HAD BETTER HAVE A GOOD EXPLANATION FOR WHY BONNIE IS IN YOUR PANTS!"

"They threw us in a cage together, and they took away her clothes, so I let her wear my pants. I mean, her shorts were shorter than my boxers. I thought..."

"Wait a minute. You were locked in a cage with a naked Bonnie?!?" Kim's anger towards Ron was redirected towards Bonnie.

"No, of course not! Some of them..." Bonnie gestured towards the line of roadies being searched and handcuffed "...made me change into clothing that was more...revealing than I like. Especially around Stoppable. He didn't make a move on me, which to me indicates that he may not be playing for..."

"Or that he is not interested in a downgrade!" Just before Kim and Bonnie could come to blows, a Global Justice agent got their attention.

"Excuse me, I believe I have some things that you are looking for." Sure enough, he produced Rufus from one of his pockets. In the mole rat's arms was the electron magneto accelerator.

"Rufus! Wait a minute. How did you find him?"

"He came to us," said Will Du, emerging from the helicopter with the speakers. He pulled out what appeared to be a small firecracker, lit it and dropped it at his feet. Ron ducked and covered, expecting a massive explosion, but instead was greeted with a soft whooshing noise. The pale smoke drifted towards him.

"Hey, that smells like..."

"CHEESE!!!" Rufus completed Ron's statement.

"Now that I know it works, I will recommend to Dr. Director that it be made standard issue for all Global Justice agents who may be encountering Team Possible." At that point he noticed the extra member of the team. "Haven't seen you around here," he told Bonnie.

"No chance," Bonnie told him flatly. Will turned back to Kim.

"We should have room for your car in one of our choppers. We will need to take you all back to our Ireland base to fill out all necessary paperwork. From there we can fly you back to Middleton or wherever you need to go."

"We haven't had to fill out all the paperwork in the past, what's different this time?" asked Ron.

"This time you are not minors, and as such you need to start taking responsibility for your actions. We let it slide during the Lorwardian incident, but those were extraordinary circumstances," Will replied.

"Yeah. Ron was actually useful," snarked Bonnie. Kim was in the process of starting her windup, but Ron took her hand and whispered something into her ear. She put her arm down and followed the rest of the team into the helicopter. Just as she was climbing inside, she could barely hear Motor Ed shouting at her as he was being placed into another chopper.

"This is totally bogus, Red! I will be back, seriously!"

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A/N: As I mentioned at the beginning, I used a few lines from songs for which I do not hold the copyrights: "I've Got a Lovely Bunch of Coconuts," not sure who wrote it or has the rights for it, and "Let There be Rock," by AC/DC. Thanks to everyone who been reading and reviewing.