OK… Quite a while ago I wrote something that I had THOUGHT was going to be a one-shot. Well, some folks wanted a continuation, so I obliged, but again the readers weren't satisfied. So… After a while (OK, quite a while) I think I finally have come up with a way to end this little story. Maybe it could be called a 'Three-Shot"? Thank-you SO much for placing that bug… err… plot bunny… in my ear, JAKT.
So... if y'all haven't read it for a while and need a refresher, please read chapter 1 and 2. They're short, and this chap can wait.
For Disclaimer reference, please see any of my other stories. Thank-you…
Consequences
(Chapter 3 of "Would you Like Fried with That?")
The ruling judge for the "Diner Fiasco" (as it would be referred to for many years after) had three more dockets after sending Kim, Shego, Ron, and the cook on their way. It had been a long day, and he started to put all the paper work together on his desk before leaving.
The Honorable Hudson H. Harper's eyes landed on an envelope that had the words "Possible Contingency" printed in medium sized lettering on the outside.
"Miss Snellbottom?" The judge said, just as the elderly woman that was his court recorder for the day was putting some personal items into her purse. "Was this on my desk before those folks from the diner were here?"
Miss Snellbottom looked up to see the envelope he was holding in his hand. "I believe so sir. I think you may have set something on top of it just after I had placed it there. You really should pay more attention to what you're doing sir." The older woman gave a bit of a smirk when the Judge narrowed his eyes a bit at her.
The judge opened the folder and pulled out a single piece of paper. It only took him a few seconds to read the half page of text before his face went ashen. "M… M… Miss Snellbottom… I… I think we better call the Fire Department."
"Sir?" The older lady said while looking at the Judge with concern.
The judge then glanced at the paper once more. "Strike that… we need to call ALL of the Fire Departments in the Tri-State area, and each city's HazMat team as well."
…x x x x…
Judge Harper never liked to leave loose ends, especially when it came to any of his cases, so he sped along about half a mile behind the line of various emergency vehicles that were all heading towards a small diner on the outskirts of town. It didn't take him long to see a column of black smoke rising about 2 miles away.
"Oh good Lord, what have I done?" He pressed the accelerator of his 1970 Karmann Ghia a little bit more, in an effort to eek out a bit more speed from the old girl, and hoped he wouldn't be pulled over by the police.
When the Judge finally arrived at the site, his jaw dropped in shock. Only the front half of the diner was still standing, and all of the windows had been blown out. The firefighters had already hooked up their rig to a hydrant and were pouring water on the flattened area that used to the kitchen and the mechanics shop that was attached to the same building.
Two Hazardous Material trucks were there as well, parked up wind of the smoke, and next to those were a couple of police cruisers and a policeman's motorcycle as well. This was where Officer Hobble was standing in front of four individuals, taking notes on a small notepad. The four he was talking to were none other than the four that were in his courthouse about three hours ago.
After parking his car away from all of the emergency vehicles, Judge Harper walked over to the group of people, and noted the appearance of each individual. The Cook appeared to be in a state of shock, and seemed to be rocking back and forth a bit as he stood. The green woman next to him was covered in what appeared to be black soot and her long black hair was both knotted and frizzy at the same time. She had her arms crossed and seemed to be glaring at an equally disheveled red head, who was just standing with her hands clasped in front of her and her head down, looking a bit contrite. The fourth individual, the blond boy, looked like he was trying to comfort the poor girl with a hand on her shoulder, and this other hand seemed to be holding onto his dirty and ripped pants, trying to keep them from falling down. On one of his shoulders stood a small pink animal that Judge Harper had not seen in the courtroom, which also had black smudges of what appeared to be soot.
The judge walked up next to the officer that was taking notes, who looked up and immediately recognized him. "Judge Harper… I didn't expect to see you here."
The judge scuffed his foot a bit in the dirt before speaking. "Yeah Mikey, I normally don't like to be at active crime scenes, but… I think that this…" He waved a hand at the charred remains of the diner, "may be partially my fault."
Officer Hobble stopped writing in his notebook. "What do you mean?"
"It wasn't too long ago that I discovered a previously unknown document concerning our little red head here." He gave a nod at Kim, who offered an apologetic smile in return.
The judge then handed the folder to Officer Hobble, who took the file, opened it, and read the page inside. He breathed in and out once, handed the document back to the judge, and put the notepad back in his pocket.
"Well folks, it looks like we're done here. What the Honorable Judge Harper here has shown me, is something that explains everything. No charges will be filed against any of you… and this site I to be considered a… natural disaster area."
"A natural…" Kim Possible started to say with irritation rising in her voice, but was stopped short by the strong yet gentle hand on her shoulder. "Sorry sir." She then said in a genuinely apologetic tone.
Judge Harper then continued. "As a result, three parties will take care of all property damages… The Possibles' insurance company, the insurance agent of Global Justice, and a private benefactor that wishes to remain anonymous.
"Since it seems that everything here is covered, and it appears that the charges are to be dropped… I think all of you can go home."
Immediately both the cook and Shego pulled out mobile phones and walked away from the group to get their own rides. The two teens quickly thanked both Officer Michael Hobble and Judge Hudson H. Harper before walking off themselves
…x x x x…
While walking away from the immediate area, Kim pulled her Kimmunicator from the apron's large pocket and keyed Wade. "So uh… Wade? I don't suppose Ron and I can get a ride home? The Sloth seems to be… out of commission for a while." Kim looked over at her beloved car where it sat in the limbs of a forty foot tree.
"Yeah Sure Kim, no problem. I should be able to get something there in about twenty minutes or so."
Signing off, the young hero re-pocketed the communication device and looked back at the destroyed diner. "I still can't believe that this place stored their cooking oil and automotive oil next to each other in the storage room. Anybody could have made that mistake. Right?" She looked imploringly at Ron.
Just before the blond teen could reply, a light whistling could be heard over their heads, and then something that appeared to be both charred and burned hit the ground with sort of a combination of a thump and a squish.
Kim's eyes narrowed in confusion. "What the…"
"Chicken." Ron suddenly said.
"What'd you call me?" The red head queried, wondering just what Ron was talking about.
The young boy then looked up in the sky and checked the time on his watch. "Wow… I didn't think a dead and fried chicken could have that much hang time.
A devious look suddenly appeared on Ron's face. He looked around for a bit, and then called out towards a certain green-skinned woman.
"Hey… Shego!" Ron pointed at the near destroyed whole fried chicken. "Order up!"
The raven haired, green skinned woman that was about to step into a hovercraft piloted by Dr. Drakken, heard Ron call out. Her eyes narrowed once again at the blond teen, almost not believing that this kid would never give up. She let out an almost feral growl before unleashing a blast of plasma, and was off and running after the sidekick… again.
Kim could only shake her head sideways in disbelief as Ron took off running, but not before Rufus was able to leap on her shoulder to stay away from the soon to be re-fried Ron.
The End…
PLEASE… do not tell me this needs another chapter. Let's assume that Ron finally learned his lesson here, and received no more than a serious burn on his butt. After all... his pants were falling down. K? Thanks…