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Chapter 9
The Big Chase
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"Good Evening, Amateurs," came the unwelcome greeting from the pilot's seat of the GJ hovercraft as Kim, Ron and Bonnie, all dressed in mission wear, trotted up the rear entry ramp. Kim had a set of mission clothes (and a few other pieces of clothing) stowed away in Ron's bedroom while Bonnie had stashed a pair of jungle camouflage-hued cargo pants and a half-sleeved, black turtleneck sweater in the trunk of her car immediately after being given the go-ahead to accompany them on missions.
"Oh, great," Kim grumbled to herself when she recognized the pilot, as the three teens took a seat and watched as Will Du flipped a few switches which closed the rear door and sent the craft into a vertical climb.
Unfazed by Kim's sudden bad mood from seeing just who their GJ contact was, Ron jovially chimed, "Hey Will, how's it hanging?"
"It was hanging good until I was assigned to this mission," Will snobbishly answered as he toggled a few more switches and levers that sent the hovercraft zipping toward their destination. "I thought you and Miss Possible worked alone? Who's the new amateur?"
Bonnie could see that Kim was ready to blow her top as the fiery redhead stood up and opened her mouth to let loose with a scathing retort. "I got this one, K," the teal-eyed brunette serenely interrupted, laying a calming hand on Kim's shoulder. Bonnie turned to the pilot and snarked, "I don't mind being called an amateur since I'm not the one getting paid to be the chauffeur for the real team being called in to handle the mission."
"What?" Agent Du yelled in indignation. "I'll have you know that I'm well versed in..."
"Yeah, yeah," Bonnie nonchalantly but forcefully cut him off. "I heard the spiel when you first picked up K and Ron Ron two years ago in front of the school." Her barracuda smile came out as she whimsically sassed, "You're GJ's top agent who knows fifty languages and nine-hundred regional dialects. Well, all that's not gonna stop Motor Ed and his gang of car thieves. We are!"
"I must protest the way..." Will Du indignantly started before he was cut off again by the fiery brunette.
"And I must protest with the way you're treating two people who have a pretty good track record over the past three or more years doing things that very few people in the world can do!"
"That doesn't mean they should be doing it," Will Du angrily countered. "Only professionals should do this kind of work!"
"Yeah, yeah," Bonnie huffed to the angry-red-faced, irate agent as she turned to the teenage couple sitting in shocked awe of Will's treatment and said over her shoulder, "just drive, chauffeur. K, Ron Ron and I only do this to keep those idiots from taking over or destroying the world, not for any kind of pay. That's the definition of a true amateur so you got that right. How many of you professionals would your boss normally send out to handle a job like this? Ten? Twenty?"
Agent Will Du sputtered and mumbled something under his breath as he turned his attention back to piloting the hovercraft, thoroughly routed and knowing it. Normally Dr. Director would deploy at least ten GJ agents to barricade the road and another dozen to pursue and stop the three muscle cars.
"Very nicely done," Kim complimented in surprise as the brunette sat down next to Ron, opposite her.
"It does pay to bring Queen Bonnie out every once in a while," the smug brunette said with her barracuda grin shining bright. "So, how do we get down to the stolen cars and stop them?"
"We have two jet pack-backpacks," Kim said in deep concentration, mulling over the mission as she pulled three small, identical gadgets from her backpack. "You and Ron will use those to fly down and land in the front seats of the two convertibles. When you get there, put this in the cigarette lighter slot." She handed Bonnie and Ron each one of the objects.
"Sweet," Bonnie said with a malicious grin as she peered at the cylindrical object in her hand. "But how will you get down if we only have two jet packs? Are we supposed to carry you or something?"
"No, I have something else in mind."
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Kim patted Bonnie on the shoulder to get her attention in the aircraft's doorway, then pointed to the last of the three cars zooming down the highway below them. There was only one person in the car for Bonnie to handle. Bonnie nodded, checked the jet pack controls one more time, then jumped from the hovercraft igniting her engine. Kim dove out next followed by Ron.
The brunette and blond teens hovered and watched as Kim plummeted down for a few thousand feet before her parachute opened. When she was two feet above the vehicle, Kim deftly shed the chute and landed on the hood of the 1969 Chevrolet Corvette ZL-1 traveling ninety-five miles per hour down the interstate. The 427 V8 engine growled and roared, trying to shake off the redhead as it swerved across the two lane blacktop but Kim crouched slightly like she was surfing a giant wave and stayed on.
Bonnie wanted to watch the action going on below but Ron had already started to move down to the second car, a 1969 Pontiac Firebird Trans Am with a split T roof, and knew she needed to get to work also. Bonnie aimed for the convertible with its top down, a 1971 Plymouth 'Cuda boasting a 426 Hemi engine, and moved in.
It took a few passes since Bonnie wasn't used to flying the jet pack but she eventually landed safely in the passenger seat, retracting the wings as she landed, and sweetly smiled over at the large goon in the driver's seat. "Do you mind if I just drop in and share the ride?"
"Not at all, Little Lady," the mechanically inclined lackey lasciviously smiled back. "Especially since we'll be stopping soon for the night. You can share my motel room too if you'd like."
"I don't think so," Bonnie shot back as she reached for the car radio as if she was going to change the volume or channel from the overly loud, heavy metal music playing on the stereo. "I just stopped by to listen to a little music and shut you down." Instead of changing the station on the radio, she grabbed the cigarette lighter from it's slot below the stereo and shoved the device Kim had given her into it.
"What the...?" the goon muttered in total shock as the powerful engine immediately died and the car began to drastically slow down. He put the manual transmission into neutral and tried to start the engine but it wouldn't turn over. "What did you do to my car!"
"First off," Bonnie said as she shifted in her seat to fully face the large man as the 'Cuda slowed to a stop on the side of the road, "this is not your car. Secondly, auto theft is a crime so I'm taking you in." Bonnie leaned back against the door and struck out with a well placed heel strike, connecting with the man's jaw and effectively knocking him out.
"And that's the name of that tune," Bonnie sniped as she pulled a pair of handcuffs out of a pants pocket and secured his hands behind his back. "Combat boots definitely rock," she thought to herself, "even if they aren't Club Banana."
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The three stolen cars pulled up beside the GJ hovercraft that was sitting in front of the convention center's loading dock.
"Thank you, thank you, Kim Possible," the promoter gushed as he walked up to the Corvette that Kim was getting out of and quickly checked it over to make sure no damage was done to it. "These are extremely valuable cars and the best of the collection."
"It's no big," Kim nonchalantly waved off the praise as she walked around the vehicle and dumped a tied up and unconscious Motor Ed out of the passenger side door. A slew of cops immediately ran in and took Motor Ed and his crew into custody. "I'm just glad that I had three of Wade's new Electrical Inhibitors in my backpack to shut down the engines. Once we stopped the cars and subdued the bad guys it was easy to remove the Electrical Inhibitors from the cigarette lighter slot and start the motor again with no harm done to the engines." The Promoter was ushered off to the side by a police officer to get his statement.
"It mighta been easy for you," Ron groused as the police removed a third unconscious lackey from the back seat of the Trans Am, "but I got the car with three guys in it and had to land in one of their laps. You only had Motor Ed to contend with."
"That's why I gave you the knock-out gas," Kim cooed to her boyfriend as she lovingly stroked her fingers along his jawline. "I would've taken that car and left Motor Ed for you but I wasn't sure if you could have gotten in to the Corvette the way I did and I wasn't really comfortable trying to parachute through the T-top, into the front seat of the Trans Am while it was traveling a hundred miles a hour."
"You're right," Ron moaned, loosing his bluster as he handed the small, round canister of Kissy Face Lip Gloss that was really loaded with knock out gas back to Kim. "With my clumsiness, I woulda got thrown off the hood of the "Vet and been roadkill."
"That was fun!" Bonnie enthused as she gleefully bounced over to the couple and threw her arms around them. "Let do that again!"
"I don't think so, B," Kim laughed as she pointed over to Will Du who was angrily standing next to the ramp of the hovercraft and checking his watch every five seconds. "Our chauffeur awaits and we need to do our homework for tomorrow and get home."
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It was just after ten o'clock when the transport opened it's back hatch and the three teens exited in front of the Stoppable abode. "Thanks for the ride, Willy-Boy," Bonnie cheered and waved back into the craft. "Maybe next time you'll let me drive."
A string of ill-concealed expletives was all that was heard as the door closed and the GJ hovercraft zoomed off.
"You know, Bon Bon," Ron said as the three headed for Ron's front door. "Will will probably write down all you said to him in his report. Betty isn't going to like it at all one bit."
"Who's Betty?" Bonnie queried as she snuggled herself into the embrace of one of Ron's arms.
"She's Dr. Betty Director," Kim informed the brunette as she latched onto his other arm, "the head of Global Justice and she might not take too kindly to the way you treated her top agent."
"Oh, come on K," the brunette chided still clinging to Ron's side, making it hard for him to insert the key into the front door. "You complained to the whole cheer squad of what a pompous idiot Du was after you brought Duff Killigan in two years ago. Agent Duh shouldn't be in the field, let alone left to drive an expensive piece of equipment like that hovercraft."
"That may be true, Bon Bon," Ron said as he finally unlocked the door and let the two girls go in before him, "but he is an agent of Global Justice and he deserves at least a little respect for that."
"You're right, Ron Ron," a chastised Bonnie moaned as she slumped onto the couch. "You two might not get a ride from GJ next time because I can't keep my big mouth shut."
"Well, we'll just have to find a way to keep that big mouth of yours busy," Kim cooed as she quickly kicked off her shoes, stripped out of her shirt, plopped down beside Bonnie and kissed her square on the mouth.
"That just might work, K," Bonnie giggled as the buss broke. "Since we got our homework out of the way on the ride back and you got permission from your mom for a sleepover with me, I guess the three of us can find a way to keep my big mouth busy."
"Now," she slyly purred as she snatched Ron's belt from around his waist and shoved his pants down around his ankles, "where were we before Motor Deadhead so rudely interrupted?"
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"Hey girlfriend," Monique happily called out as she approached Kim at her locker Thursday morning before classes started.
"Hey Monique," Kim dreamily replied, not taking her wistful gaze off of Ron as he leaned against his locker while laughing and talking to Bonnie.
The dark-skinned girl took one look at her friend and her good mood amped up tremendously. Monique coyly begged, "So you and your stud boyfriend finally did the dirty deed last night, huh? I thought you two had just started dating two days ago."
"D-d-d-dirty d-d-deed?" Kim sputtered as she swiftly turned to the grinning Monique in embarrassment. "What makes you think Ron and I made love last night?"
"Girl, you got the glow," Monique enthused with a squeal. "You gotta tell me eeeevvverything!"
"Well," Kim's blush amped up a notch as she confessed, "our little talk the other night sorta got me thinking. I really didn't want to spend another decade before Ron and I got married... or another few years before we showed each other how much we care for each other, so I went to Bueno Nacho and the store yesterday after school to buy some food to get things rolling."
"I take it the stop at the store was to buy Rufus some cheese to get him out of the way," Monique correctly guessed with a sly smile. "And the food from BN was to get your boy toy to relax."
"Yes on the first part," Kim sheepishly chuckled as she unconsciously rubbed the back of her neck, "and no to the second."
"So, what?" Monique queried. "Did you eat the food to settle your nerves or something?"
"No-no," Kim answered, her blush now at a full blown, cherry red hue at the confession. She leaned in and whispered, "Ron ate the Naco, the Quasadilla and the taco... off of my naked body... without using his hands."
"A sexual Smorgasbord!" the dark skinned girl squealed the last word in delight loud enough for everyone in the entire school to hear.
"Amp down, Monique!" Kim hushed to her friend, nervously looking around the hallway to see who was listening in on their conversation. When she saw the other students were minding their own business, the loud squeal of joy being a regular occurrence at Middleton High, (many girls squealed like that all the time at the most inane piece of news,) Kim pulled Monique closer and whispered, "Ron was just getting started when we were interrupted."
"Let me guess," Monique harshed with a stern face. "Your other boy Wade had a mission for you."
"Yeah, something like that," Kim said and physically deflated at the thought. She didn't think it was wise to let Monique know that Bonnie had walked in on her and Ron's bedroom fun time and that both she and Bonnie lost their virginity to Ron after the mission. But she had to give enough vague details to keep the Gossip Queen satisfied..
"Motor Ed and his crew stole a few cars from an auto show in Atlanta and we stopped him. After we got back, Ron and I finally consummated our togetherness." It wasn't a lie per se. She just failed to mention that Bonnie was there every step of the way.
"Well, at least you tried to make it special," Monique sighed at the thought of her two friends finally making love for the first time. Her imagination ran wild for a few seconds, picturing Ron licking the crumbs from the body of her redheaded GF.
"It was special, Monique," Kim lovingly sighed in a dreamy haze again in remembrance as she passionately gazed at her blond lover. "Ron was gentle and caring. What more could I ask for?"
"And what about Bonnie?" Monique queried, motioning over to the couple who were in a very animated but playful discussion about something at his locker. "You all three arrived at school together and she's treating Ron like a close friend."
"She thought it was special too," Kim sighed again, back in her love induced fog, her mind not realizing what her mouth was saying. "Ron handled both of us with gentle love and passion."
"Say WHAT!"
Unfortunately the school bell rang just then telling them to get to class so Kim was unable to tell her friend what all had actually happened until the four teens met up again for lunch.
"So, let me get this straight," Monique said, pointing to Bonnie after Kim had laid out the events of the previous evening during lunch. "You and the former Queen B here came to an agreement to share Mr. Naco over there..." she pointed to Ron who was sitting at the far end of the long lunchroom table, banished there to let the three girl have some privacy for their girl-talk, and was singing the old song John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt with Rufus, "...until we all graduate? When can I get in on the action?"
"It's not that simple, M," Bonnie said shaking her head no. "K, Ron Ron and I have a lot of history between us."
"Yeah," Monique chortled derisively. "You've been smackin' my two best friends around since before I transferred here to Middleton High. That doesn't explain why you're suddenly able to be friends with the two of them to the point that you're all BB's now."
"BB?" Bonnie questioned Kim, not having caught on to Monique-speak yet since she had just officially met the dark skinned girl a few minutes ago. She guessed, "Best Buddies?"
"Normally, but in this case I think she means 'bed buddies," Kim ventured with a nodding ascent from Monique before she continued the explanation. "But Bonnie had a somewhat twisted reason for putting Ron and I down."
"And what would that be?" Monique curiously begged wanting to find out the real reason Bonnie had been mean to her friends for all those years.
"I was trying to get back at Ron Ron for something that happened when we were eleven years old," the teal-eyed girl confessed in a small voice, ashamed of the thought as she heaved a heavy sigh and continued, "and also to see if I could get him to like me."
"Okay," Monique muttered with an absentminded nod as she mulled it over for a few seconds. "I can see you using the old 'be-mean-to-a-guy-so-he-notices-me' ploy, but what happened when you were eleven and why bring the smack down on Kim because of it?"
"I began putting K down," Bonnie explained in an apologetic voice while looking at Kim for support, "because I thought Ron Ron would grow a backbone and stand up for her. If he could gain a little self confidence, Ronnie would've been that much closer to being Food Chain hotness."
"And I was somewhat responsible for setting off the chain of events that turned a nice Bonnie into the Queen B she became," Kim said as she reached over and lovingly patted the brunette's hand in support. "I viscously laughed at her at the worst possible time."
"We were all at Tara's eleventh birthday party," Bonnie took up the story, "and Ron and I were dancing. Well, he was very clumsy back then..."
"And he ain't now?" Monique cut in and laughed.
"Right now," Kim answered, "Ron is a ballet dancer compared to back then."
"Anyway," Bonnie continued the story with tears welling in her eyes. "We were all kinda friends back then and Ron Ron and I were having a good time on the dance floor when he tripped over his own two left feet and fell into me. He reached out to stop his fall but instead managed to somehow rip my dress clean off as he fell to the ground."
"It was summer and the party was outside in the grassy backyard so everyone had taken off their shoes and socks," Kim went on with the tale since it looked like Bonnie was about to break down into tear. "Ron had tripped and stripped Bonnie down to a dental floss style thong that barely covered anything."
"Wait," Monique said waving her hands to stop the story and get something straight. "I thought you said this happened when you were eleven years old? Why were you wearing a skimpy thong back then?"
"It was laundry day and all of my panties were in the wash when it was time to leave for the party," Bonnie sobbed. "I found the thong in my sister's stuff. It was the only thing I could find to wear and I thought it might made me feel a lot more mature."
"Oh, okay," Monique nodded in understanding. "I can see thinkin that way. So then what happened?"
"Everyone laughed," Kim said as she hung her head in shame, "and I laughed the loudest. I even got in a zinger about Bonnie maybe being vain enough to think she was a runway model or big time actress or something."
"That musta been horrible, B," Monique choked, trying to suppress a laugh herself.
"Actually," Bonnie began as she lifted her head with a growing smile, "as I told K last night, looking back on it now it is kinda funny. But at the time I was devastated. I thought Ron Ron had done it on purpose just to embarrass me and from her reaction, that K had put him up to it. That incident put me on the dark road toward being Queen Bonnie."
"But the Q B is no more so it's all good," Monique slyly smiled at the two girls. "And knowing the full story gives me all the ammunition I need to get in on the action with Bueno Nacho Boy."
"You wouldn't," Bonnie swore indignantly.
"Monique, you're my friend," Kim anxiously squealed. "How could you blackmail us like that?"
"I could and I would 'cause I don't have a BF of my own, as you damn well know. I've been gettin a powerful itch lately and somebody's gotta scratch it."
The three girls sat there in a stare-off. Monique didn't look like she was going to back off, Bonnie's face showed anger at her new friend who wanted to get in on the bedroom action and Kim's countenance was that of indecision. Monique was a close friend but she wasn't sure if she want to share Ron with anyone else since they were just starting the romantic part of their relationship.
"There goes John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt, na na na na na na na," Ron sang out loud with Rufus joining him on the 'Na's, suddenly breaking the tension. The three girls looked over at Ron like he had lost his mind or something.
Monique let out a light laugh and said, "Kim-Girl, I was just joking."
"So you don't want to, you know, with Ron," Kim nervously queried.
"Oh, I want to," Monique firmly confirmed with a sly smile as she lustily gazed at Ron, "but I might be able ta hold out until I get a man of my own... whenever that'll happen."
"Hold out for what?" Ron inquired as both he and Rufus walked back over to, and curiously looked at each of the three girls one at a time. "What'd I miss?"