Disclaimer: Disney owns all that is Kim Possible. I receive nothing for these stories I write except your reviews and that's the way, uh-huh uh-huh, I like it, uh-huh uh-huh. (K C and the Sunshine Band. Wait. I've used that one already. Sorry.)

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Goth

Chapter 17

Start Up

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It was a Saturday morning and four girls were comfortably seated in the very back of a personal jet as it screamed it's way across the skies from Middleton to Los Angeles.

"Are you sure you don't want no back stage passes for my concert tonight?" MC Honey chuckled, seeing the wide-eyed, fan-girl stares coming from two of the guests/passengers on her private plane.

"As much as we'd like to stay and hear your concert," Kim casually said as she laid crossways in her seat, mimicking the hip hop star, "we really need to get back to Middleton and work on this project. Mr. Smarty only gave us a month to get the dress boutique off the ground and we've only got two more weeks to get it done."

"I hear that," MC giggled. "Mr. Smarty Mart approached me just about a year ago and wanted to book my style. What his designers came up with was closer to what Marge Simpson might wear on stage then my usual threads. That man may be a wiz in the retail world but he ain't got no sense-a style." She turned to Monique with an extended hand and said, "Let me see what'cha got cookin in that book of yours."

"I made a couple of sketches only based on what I've usually seen you wear on TV," the dark-skinned girl nervously said as she handed over a large sketchpad to the entertainer. "Since I don't know you personally, that's all I could go on."

"Um-hummm, um-hummm," was all MC blandly intoned as she swiftly flipped through the sketchbook, not spending too much time on any one of the six pages that had something on it.

That didn't bode well in Monique, Kim and Bonnie's minds. It was almost like the singer was dismissing everything without looking at the drawings carefully.

After less than thirty seconds, MC Honey flipped the sketchpad closed and set it down in her lap.

"Well?" Kim queried, anxious that she'd let Monique down somehow by bringing her friend and the rap singer together. "What do you think?"

MC said nothing as she turned to the front of the plane where her posse was sitting. She yelled out, "Fred! Ink me!"

"Ink? Is that good or bad, M?" Bonnie quietly hushed to Monique.

"I dunno, B," Monique whispered back. "But we'll soon find out."

Sure enough, Fred, the big bruiser of a bodyguard lumbered back down the isle to the four teenage girls. He towered over the three Middleton girls with a perpetual scowl on his face for a few seconds before he reached into his back jeans pocket, turned and handed something to MC with a, "Here you go, Honey." He swiftly turned around and ambled back to his seat in the front of the posh private plane.

MC Honey flipped the sketch pad open to the first drawing and looked at it again with a critical eye. "I don't know how you did it girl," the singer said with a chuckle and quirky shake of the head as she quickly wrote something on the drawing with the pen Fred had given her, "but you got my look down to a T." A smile broadened on her lips as she went to the next sketch and wrote the same thing on that page. MC Honey wrote the same thing on all the other sketches before she handed the book back to Monique.

"You liked them?" Monique goggled as she peered at what the singer had written in the corner of each page. In block letters it read, "Approved by" with her highly stylized but unintelligible signature underneath.

"You got a great eye for my style," MC chuckled to the awestruck teen. "I'd wear one of them designs on stage tonight if I had it in my crib. How soon can you make 'em up and get 'em to me?"

"All six designs?" Monique gasped. She quickly reigned in her astonishment and stuttered, "I-I-I can probably run them off in two or three days if I had a little help. We got the material and all the basics set up in the warehouse right now."

"I'll help you," Kim swiftly offered. "I may not have much talent in the kitchen but I can sure use a scissors, as long as there's a pattern to follow."

"And I'll help too," Bonnie quickly added. "Plus we can probably get the other girls on the cheer squad to lend a hand. I know a few of them can operate a sewing machine. If we all work together, we can run six dresses off in a coupla hours."

"That's good," MC laughed, "cause I'll want at least three of each of the designs." When all she got was open-mouthed stares from the three other girls, she incredulously said, "I always got a few backup copies of each outfit I wear on stage. That way if one of them gets ripped or something, I immediately have another one to style."

"That makes sense," Kim nodded in understanding as she looked over to Monique. "You know I always have a few extra mission pants and shirts handy in case something happens."

"Then it's settled," MC said as she leaned back in her comfortable seat, grabbed the glass of soda from the cup holder in the armrest and took a quick sip. "I gonna be staying in L.A. til Wednesday so y'all can take the jet back to Middleton, make my duds and when you're done, send them back with the plane."

"I'm going to need your measurements if you want everything to fit properly," Monique said as she held up a cloth tape measure and waggled it at the hip hop superstar.

"You're so right girlfriend," MC Honey laughed as she replaced her glass in the cup holder, stood up and stripped out of her baggy jeans and oversized jersey with a tank top over it. She held her arms out to the side, standing there in only a pair of white sneakers and pink thong. "Just remember, I like my clothes to look like they're two sizes too big."

After Monique got the measurements she needed, MC Honey donned only the tank top and plopped back into her seat as she turned to Kim. "Now girl, tell me if what I read about your boyfriend is true."

"What you read about... Ron?" Kim questioned, unsure what the superstar was alluding to.

"I been reading the Middleton High Blog page on the net," MC said with a lascivious grin as she snatched up her drink, kicked off her sneakers and stretched out across her seat, "and one of the girls sez that, quote, 'the head cheerleader's BF his hung like a mule and can go at it for days at a time,' unquote."

"It's on the internet?" Kim incredulously begged with a growing blush. "Wh-wh-who wrote that?" Everyone at school knew of the site dedicated to the students at Middleton High School but Kim didn't pay any attention to it. The site was mostly bland, uninteresting entries of kids complaining about Mr. Barkin's heavy-handed tactics or what they were doing outside of school. Kim knew that Monique usually read the blogs to keep up with the gossip around school but her friend hadn't visited the website recently because she was concentrating on the boutique.

"Someone goin' by the handle Platinum Blondie," MC answered with a light laugh. "Is it true?"

Kim sat there in stunned shock. Her face was as red as her hair and her mouth was opening and closing like a fish out of water.

Bonnie leaned over to the superstar and whispered, "It's all true but we were trying to keep it a secret... and I can guess who Platinum Blondie is. She's in sooo much trouble when we get home for letting the cat outta the bag."

"I'll keep it a secret... if I can get a piece of that action the next time I'm in Middleton," MC Honey roared between peals of laughter. "Now let's hit the bubbles."

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"But I thought I was vague enough," Tara anxiously tried to explain as she met Kim, Bonnie and Monique after they'd disembarked from the plane and had been confronted about the blog. She had received a call about an hour ago from Bonnie to meet them at the airport and Kim immediately lit into the platinum blond without so much as a howdy-do after they'd landed.

"Obviously not," Kim growled at the platinum blond girl. "And because of you, Ron now has a play date with MC Honey the next time she comes to town!"

"Why would you write such a thing?" Monique practically yelled as she walked between Kim and the others to keep the redhead from outright attacking Tara. She almost wanted to beat on the blond girl herself for her BF's sake but she was able to hold her temper a little better than the fiery redhead.

"Because it's true," Tara reasoned as she shied further behind Bonnie's shoulder, trying to keep her friend between her and the other two girls. "And besides, I put everything I do in my blog. I just had to write about the five time I've made love with Ron."

"There's not much you can do about it K," Bonnie harshed to Kim, trying to take some of the heat off of her longtime girl friend. "Look at it this way. Maybe Honey will forget about it by the next time she comes to Middleton. She seemed more interested in Fred when we were in the jacuzzi on her jet." MC Honey had an assortment of swim suits so the girls were all mostly covered for a dip in the built-in hot tub on the private jet.

"She did hang all over the big galoot after the business portion of the flight was over with," Monique giggled as the teens made their way through the private terminal, heading for the parking lot. "And I've read a few articles in the gossip rags that sez they might get hitched in the near future."

"His package didn't appear to be quite as big as Ron Ron's," Bonnie quickly added to Kim with a titter, think about the bulge in Fred's boxers after they got out of the tub, "despite the fact that he's over a foot taller than our guy. I don't think you have anything to worry about. I mean why would Honey need another stallion when she's got Fred already in the paddock?"

"I guess you're right guys," Kim sighed in relief as they reached Tara's car in the short term parking lot. She turned to her platinum blond girl friend and said, "I apologize for harshing on you Tara. I guess I'm getting a little possessive of Ron."

"That's understandable Kim," Tara sighed in relief as she unlocked her car and the four girls piled in. "I'd probably be a little possessive of Ron, too, if he were my boyfriend." They headed off to locate Bonnie's car in the long term parking lot.

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"I just don't believe it," Dr. Anne Possible muttered and shook her head in disbelief as she went over the results of the MRI and CAT scan for a fourth time. "There just aren't any anomalies that I can see in the brain's functions. There's nothing there."

"What did you expect, Dr. P.?" Bonnie joked with a snickered, using the Ronnish name for the good doctor. "Ron Ron hasn't had anything up there his whole life." She, Ron and Kim were in Dr. Possible's office to go over the results of the scans run on the blond boy, looking for any outward signs of the Mystical Monkey Power.

"Hey! I resemble that remark!" Ron defensively shot back. Whether he misspoke or not, no one was sure, not even Ron.

"That's what I said," Bonnie playfully shot back.

"Getting back to the scans," Kim broke in on the slightly annoying banter and then turned to her mother. "You can't find any quantifiable properties for Ron's Mystic Powers?"

"None that I can spot, Kimmie," Anne said as she tossed the reports and images onto her desk in frustration. "Even the pheromone scanner I used didn't show anything more than when someone is slightly aroused. I just don't have any other ideas of what I can do."

"I didn't think you'd find anything, Dr. P." Ron said with his goofy grin beaming bright. "After all, it's magic and a magician's secrets are never revealed."

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Monday- After Cheer Practice

"I'm very impressed, Stoppable," Mr. Steve Barkin said with a sly grin as he watched the girls of the cheer squad working at six of the dozen sewing machines in the warehouse. Kim and Bonnie were operating two of the cloth cutters, trying to keep up with the other girls who were churning out cargo pants, dresses, crop top tees and Capri pants, among other articles of clothing, at a very fast rate. They'd just finished MC Honey's order and run off a few dozen more of each article for the store. Felix was transporting the order to the airport with the help of Rufus.

The large Vice Principal/teacher inspected the seams of a pair of light green cargo pants that Liz had just finished. He said, "You've done well so far but I don't understand why you're making some of these articles of clothes. Aren't they available in other stores?"

"We're calling our store Kimstyle so we're gonna sell a line of clothes that Kim always wears," Ron said as he pointed to a stack of recently sewn black, belly-baring, three-quarter sleeve tops. "That also means Kim will have an endless supply of her mission clothes. They tend to get damaged on our missions so Kim seems to need an endless supply."

"That makes sense, Stoppable," Mr. Barkin said as he walked over to watch Kim and Bonnie work on what appeared to be large tables with a laser lancing down from above that easily sliced through the three inch thick stack of cloth each girl was maneuvering to follow the design pattern. "Your back end operation, designing and making the clothes, appears to be on track but how is the front end of the operation going?"

"My boutique is just about ready to receive the first shipment of merchandise," Bonnie said as she stepped away from her machine to talk. Kim also stopped cutting and joined her, picking up a set of blueprints lying on a table and rolling them out to show Barkin the store's layout. The brunette pointed out each feature as she described them. "We have a construction crew working to partition off a small storage area in the rear of the store right now and that should be finished in a few days. They're also building the shelves along the shop walls. After that's done we can move in the racks and tables into the store and start stocking the boutique."

"Wade has designed a website on the internet to sell our product," Kim added with a beaming smile as she rolled up the blueprints. "It's up and running and we've already received quite a few orders."

"What about personnel to man the store and work here, making the clothes?" Barkin asked. "Surely you don't expect to run off all of the product you need with just the cheer squad working after school."

"Smarty Mart personnel will run the store," Ron said as he stepped between the two young ladies and wrapped an arm around each of them, "and our parents are helping out with looking for people to run the factory. My dad's working with the local employment agency in town to hire a manager and bookkeeper and such while Kim's mom knows a few ladies she's met at the battered women's shelter that love to sew."

"Mom works at the shelter twice a week providing health care," Kim quickly added, "and she suggested we hire those ladies to help them get back on their feet after the terrible time they've had with abusive spouses and boyfriends. The cheer squad is only helping out until those women can start working."

"Although the squad knows that they're welcome to come in and work any time they need to make a few bucks," Ron said with a thumbs up gesture to the other girls.

"All-in-all," Bonnie concluded, "we're creating fifteen to twenty new jobs for the people of Middleton."

"Speaking of which," Monique said as she walked up on the small gathering with eight or nine women following her. She handed Kim the Kimmunicator. "Here are our first employees. Wade walked me through the paperwork needed for the government and such to hire them."

"Thank you, Kim Possible!" one of the women gushed with a teary sob as she passionately yanked the redhead out of Ron's one-armed embrace and into a crushing hug. "I didn't know what I was going to do to support myself and my daughter after getting out of that nightmare I was in!"

"It's no big, Mrs..." Kim flustered, slightly uncomfortable from the display of emotions.

"My name is Kathy," the woman said, wiping a tear from her eye as she released Kim and took a step back to join the other women. "My husband would hit me and Cindy, my five year old little girl, whenever he got drunk. I'm glad I'm out of that relationship but I didn't have anywhere else to turn to until I found the shelter. I knew I needed to find a job but I don't have much work experience. This job is a lifesaver!"

The other women echoed their agreement, saying they were all in similar situations and also gave the redheaded teen a tearful hug.

After all of the stories had been told and thanks given, Monique led the women over to a time clock so they could start work. It was decided that two of the ladies would set up a child care center in part of the warehouse to tend to the children of the working women.

Mr. Barkin stood off to the side as all of this was happening, smiling at what he was witnessing. Realizing that he was smiling way more than usual, he set a scowl on his face and marched back over to Ron, Kim and Bonnie who were getting back to work.

"I must say Possible, Stoppable, Rockwaller," the big teacher said in his gruffest voice, "it appears as if you've got thing under control."

"We still have a few things to take care of," Bonnie said, turning to Mr. Barkin. "We still need to set up the employee benefits plans like health insurance, 401K and such. Plus we need to set up a department to handle all of the computer orders we're receiving. Now that the other women can take over the cutting and sewing, the cheer squad will handle the computer orders. But they can only work after school is over for the day. Soon we'll need a full time department if the orders keep increasing like they are."

"And if that happens," Kim said as she pointed over to the half dozen sewing machines being operated by the new women in the factory, "then we'll need to order more machines to increase production."

"That goes without saying," Barkin said as he peered around the factory which was already humming along like a well oiled machine. He turned his attention back to the three teens. "But I have one more question before I let you get back to work."

"What's that Mr. B.?" Ron queried.

"How did you finance all of this?" Mr. Barkin asked, indicating the operation with a sweep of the hand around the factory floor.

"Uh, I paid for it all," Ron nonchalantly answered like it was common knowledge.

"What do you mean, you paid for it all? How can a high school student afford to back a million dollar start-up operation?"

"I don't think we're gonna spend a million bucks getting Bon Bon's boutique up and running," Ron said, anxiously scratching the back of his head, "but..."

"What Ron's trying to say is," Kim clarified for her fiancé, "he's a multi-millionaire and can afford to back Bonnie's boutique."

"You're a millionaire, Stoppable?" Barkin begged in surprise. "When did that happen?"

"Oh, that," Ron pshaw'ed with an absent wave of the hand as he finally realized what the teacher was asking him. "I've been getting a nickle for every Naco sold by Bueno Nacho for a few years now and get a check each year. My dad takes care of them except when I wanna do something special like this. Then I need to sign a lotta papers and such."

"A nickle for every Naco?" Mr. Barkin queried in disbelief. "That can't amount to millions of dollars from the six or seven stores here in in the Tri-City area."

"We're talking world wide sales here," Bonnie interjected with pride for her bed buddy.

"There are over five thousand Bueno Nachos in the world," Ron continued with a lopsided smile, "with a new store opening up every week. There's a new one opening in Pocatello Idaho tomorrow and Postojna Slovenia next week."

Barkin was taken aback by that little piece of unneeded information, but he just had to know. "Now why in the world would you know about a restaurant opening in Slovenia?"

"It's all in the on-line Bueno Nacho New Letter," Ron answered as if it were obvious. "After Postojna, a new one in Poughkeespie is opening up the week after that."

"Pocatello, Postojna and Poughkeespie?" Barkin warily begged. "I suppose, going with the P theme, you'll be telling me that one is going to open in Portland Oregon next."

"Nah," Ron waved off the implication that he was just rattling off names. "The new Portland BN opened last month."

"Why did I even ask?" Mr. Barkin wearily sighed to himself, feeling the onset of the headache that always came when he interacted with the blond boy. He turned, waved over his shoulder and walked out of the warehouse, hoping upon hope that there were enough aspirin in the world to last him until the main bane of his teaching career graduated next year.

"I guess that means we're doing a good job," Ron said to his two girlfriends. "I think that calls for a celebration."

"Are you thinking the apartment or our new office?" Kim queried as she lovingly latched onto Ron's arm.

"I don't think I can wait," Bonnie said as she grabbed a hold of the blond boy's other arm and started to drag him and Kim to one of the recently refurbished rooms in the rear of the building. "We need to break in the new bed, anyway." The office was supposed to be for the teens to do their homework in whenever they came to the warehouse but they also had a king sized bed delivered that morning so they could have someplace to lie down for the occasional quickie whenever they wanted.