Ja of JAKT asked for a continuation of this, ohh… many years ago, and I just wasn't sure how to do so at the time. Well, it's taken this long for inspiration to hit. Maybe, just maybe… this will bring either one of them back here, even just for a little bit. (And yes, I know you guys have had computer issues, but I hope you were able to read this)
Disclaimer: As per usual, the KP characters are not mine. Although, there are two OC's involved.
The Judges Decision
(Chapter 2 of "Would You Like Fried with That?")
Three haphazardly looking individuals stood in front of the small claims Judge with their heads hung low. The clothing of each was in various stages of damage, including ripped, singed, stained, and in one particular instance, a sleeve was completely missing.
Standing off to one side of the disheveled three a few feet away was a portly, yet not obese man, with thinning hair. He wore a long white apron over the front of what looked like bib overalls made of a dark Jean material and a white t-shirt. In his hands he held onto what looked like a cook's hat, which he twisted in obvious nervousness, yet thinly veiled anger.
The judge spoke. "Let me get this correct, Mr. Cornellius Benjamin Steinbaum…"
The heavy man interrupted the judge. "Umm… Cookie, if you don't mind, Sir."
"OK, Cookie… Please relay to me just what happened inside your Diner approximately one hour ago." The judge took hold of his gavel and brought his stern gaze upon the disheveled three that were standing in front of him.
"Well Sir, it all started just after I had trained a new waitress. She was getting… manhandled… by a couple of regulars, and she defended herself quite well, before sending those two gentlemen on their way. The ruckus started just after she had taken the order of these two teens here." He indicated Kim and Ron with a nod of his head. "The blond boy said something that my waitress apparently took offense to, which resulted in her shooting some sort of green energy from her hand. He ducked out of the way, which resulted in that blast hitting the window, completely destroying it. Then everything got out of hand…
…x x x x…
Kim immediately jumped out of her seat and took a fighting stance facing the green-skinned waitress. "What's you damage Shego… All Ron wanted to do was make sure that his sandwich was well-done."
"Oh he's definitely going to get… Well Done." She snarled out and shot another quick blast at Ron, making him duck further into the bench seat. Shego's plasma just missed his head and blasted a good-sized hole into the back of the seat. As before, there was a beeping sound when the villainess shot out her plasma.
"Careful there, Shego." Kim responded as she moved herself closer to Shego to defend her boyfriend, who was now completely underneath the table. "Don't want to notify your Parole Officer that you're violating your parole."
"Like I said before… Princess…it only alarms after five seconds. I'd have to leave it on for twice that long before he's contacted. You know how much damage I can do with five second bursts?" She answered her own question by shooting another blast at Ron, which hit one corner of the table disintegrating one-fourth of the surface.
"Kiiimmm… What are you doing?" Ron shouted from beneath the now smoking remains of the booth's table. "I really don't want Shego to give me as many holes as a slice of Swiss Cheese!"
Hearing the one thing that always made him respond no matter what, Rufus popped his head out from the protection of Ron's pants pocket and piped up by squeaking out one word, "Cheese!"
Seeing movement off to her left, Shego noticed that part of Kim's order was placed on the Serving Counter by a shaking hand of the cook. It was the Chef Salad. She deftly spun around, grabbed onto the bowl and completed her spin by whipping the large glass bowl directly at Kim. She was able to block the flying food, causing some lettuce pieces and dressing (that the cook forgot to put on the side) to get all over the front of her Mission clothes. The bowl continued its trajectory into a glass case sitting on the Customer Counter that held two shelves of pie slices. Glass and pie flew everywhere.
Two plaintive cries came from beneath the destroyed table. "Nooo! Not the pie!"
"Ron…" Kim growled out. "How about a little help here? After all, I'm trying to keep our waitress from frying you like your chicken fried steak." Which was ostensibly then placed on the Serving Counter, and a 'ding' of a bell rang out as Cookie slapped it with his spatula before shakily saying 'Order up…'
"My sandwich?" Ron then responded, and stuck his head out from under the table. He was rewarded with another growl from his girlfriend before leaping to his feet and grabbing onto a nearby chair, intent on holding it in front of him like a Lion Trainer. Instead, it slipped from his hands and sailed into the old 50's style record player on the opposite side of the diner, impaling two of it's legs through the glass front.
"That was a collector's item!" Cookie roared from the kitchen.
"I can pay for that…" Came the weak response from Ron, as he was silently hoping the man wasn't serious about the player being a collector's item.
Kim and Shego then started to move back and forth, with Kim trying to stay between her target and Ron, who finally decided to take on a Monkey Stance behind her. "Ooo… Ooo… You want a piece of the Ronster? Come get some." Then Ron did what some would consider the dumbest thing in his life. He taunted Shego with a 'come here' motion of one of his hands.
Before Kim could react, the green waitress vaulted herself over the top of Kim, who tried to reach up to stop her from continuing the flip. All Kim could do was get a hold of one of the sleeves of the blouse that Shego was wearing, and it easily ripped off.
She then landed right in front of Ron, who had a look of surprise on his face, as he thought he was in a safe place, which was behind Kim. Now he wasn't. "Oh I'll get some, Blondie." The green sleeveless villainess growled out, and then launched into a series of front kicks, making Ron back up as he furiously tried to block each strike.
Just when Ron's mind started to catch up to the flurry of feet, he thought he could make a counter strike when two green palms slammed into his chest, throwing him literally through the front door, sending glass pieces and bits of metal onto the cement outside. Ron landed at the feet of none other than Officer Hobble, and Will du.
"Still getting into trouble I see, huh Stoppable?" The GJ agent said as he looked down at the blond boy before looking back up at Shego, who was standing just inside the door. "Oh, did we forget to mention Shego? That wrist unit also pages us when you shoot off more than one blast per minute."
"Stoppable?" Officer Hobble said with a quizzical look while looking down at Ron. "I thought the kid's name was Steve Barkin?"
…x x x x…
"So, Mr. Stoppable…" The Judge drawled out, "Apparently you have an alias?"
"No." Ron responded incredulously. He then leaned over to Kim and whispered out the side of his mouth. "That means a second name, right?" The only response he received was the rolling of green eyes.
"So you intend to press full charges against all three?" The Judge spoke up, looking over at Cookie.
"Really sir, all I want is to be reimbursed for the damages."
The Judge sat back hard in his chair, making the wood squeak. He sat like that for a good thirty seconds, wondering what his judgement would be for these three. Then he leaned forwards again, and set a look of judgement on the three in front of him.
"OK… First, Ronald Stoppable, aka Steve Barkin… Since it appears that you started this altercation, I Sentence you to work as a busboy in said diner, after it has been repaired, until your wages cover the lost income from said establishment being closed for all needed repairs.
"Next, Shego, aka Miss Go… After the Diner is repaired, you will continue to work at said establishment until your wages pay half of all of the needed repairs."
Shego's jaw immediately dropped. "What? But Princess here…" She started to say, but was immediately cut off by the Judge.
"And you, Miss Possible… you are to work in the kitchen of said Diner until the other half of the damages are paid for." The Judge started to raise his gavel to end court, but both Kim and Ron immediately started to protest.
"But sir…" They said in unison.
"This is my decision, and it's final. Do you understand?" The Magistrate set a deep glare upon the two teens and again raised his gavel to end the proceedings.
Ron took another chance and interrupted the Judge once more. "But Sir, I don't think…"
He was immediately silenced as the judge pointed his gavel directly at him. "Son… If you would like me to throw you in jail for Contempt of Court, by all means, keep interrupting me." Ron's mouth closed with an audible snap, only to be followed by the smack of the gavel, making all three flinch at the sound.
Ron then dropped his head and mumbled "But who's going to pay for the damages after Kim steps into the kitchen of said Diner?"
Immediately he flinched to one side as a well placed elbow from his girlfriend made contact with his ribs. Hard contact. He also received a funny look from the Judge before all three turned around and left the courthouse.
The End… (for sure this time!)
Hope y'all liked the way I finished this off… Up to you to imagine what might happen next.
I also apologize if my depiction of how a Court such as this is held, and/or operated. I just wrote what sounded good.