A Thanksgiving To Remember (Or Forget)

Chapter 2: Planning...

--5 days before Thanksgiving...0600 hours(6:00 AM)--

She crept like a jungle cat through the darkened pathway. Crawling up to the two sleeping forms, she stayed quiet so that her breathing could not be heard over the soft creaks of the bed's slight contractions. Small flickers of light flashed throughout the clearing. Fireflies? She reared up over the bed, a chainsaw blaring. She slowly leaned closer to the foot of the bed...

AND POUNCED!

"AAAAAH!"

"Mommy!"

"Mmfive more... -yawn- mmminutes, Ma..."

"Daddy?"

Kim sat straight up on her side of the bed and looked at her daughter.

Olivia, legs tucked under her body and hand resting on knees, smiled innocently at her mother.

Ron continued with his rumbling snores, hands situated under his head.

"Ron. Wake up," Kim said, poking him slightly in the ribs.

"Mmnooo...," he groaned, turning over to face Kim's (AN: ... um... how can i say this to be discrete...? ... oh! i got it!) backside.

Kim sighed. "What is it, Olivia?," she asked, turning her daughter around to face the muted tv and pulling her backwards into her mother's hold. She glanced at the clock on her nightstand. "It's six o'clock in the morning. The sun's not even up yet."

Olivia looked up at her mommy. "Mommy...? We need to get ready for Tanksgiwing!"

"Don't worry, sweetie. We'll get rea-- Oh!" Kim looked behind her at the spot of surprise.

There was Ron --still sleeping, mind you-- head squished up against her... you know... 'backside', hand grabbing it, big grin on his face.

"Ronald Stoppable!," she shouted.

He jerked up from his position. "Huh?! Who?! What?! Where?! How?! Why?!," he screamed, head swiveling every which way.

"Nothing," Kim said with an even tone. "It's gone now." She turned back to Olivia. "So, as I was saying--"

"Phew. Good. 'Cause I was having this dream, where me and you were trapped on this uncharted island after a mission gone south, and I had to cheer you up because you were down, so I grabbed your-- I did that in real life, didn't I?"

"... Yeah. You did."

"Ah-heh. Yeah..." He began rubbing the back of his neck. "You see... About that... I just... I was... It was a... You were... And the yelling... And... I didn't...," he sputtered. "... I'm sorry," he said, finally getting an actual sentence out. It may have been short, but a sentence is a sentence.

"Whatever. Just... Never again in front of Olivia, okay?"

"Alright. Wait, 'Olivia'?!"

"Hi, Daddy," she said, waving and smiling sweetly at him.

"Heh. Hi... kiddo...," he replied, wiggling his fingers in a nervous wave.

"So, Via. Mommy and Daddy were going to plan today what we're going to eat this Thanksgiving."

"Okay."

"Yeah. Uh-huh. Two more hours. Then we'll plan," Ron said, laying back down and pulling the covers up over his head.

Kim and Olivia looked at the lump under the covers, then back at each other, and giggled.

--5 days before Thanksgiving...0800 hours(8:00 AM)--

"Daddy! Wake uh!"

"Hm? Mmwha?"

"Da-deeee! Two houwohs!"

"Mmwhat time is it?"

"Eight o'cwock, Daddy! Wake uh!"

"Alright. Alright. I'm getting up. Just... stop shaking me."

"Okay."

"Thanks."

Ron sat up and rubbed his eyes. He jumped out of bed, grabbed up Olivia, and ran down the hallway and into the kitchen.

Olivia giggled the whole way.

"Hey, Ron," Kim said without looking up from the paper she had on the counter.

"'Sup, Kim?," Ron said, setting down his daughter.

"Not much." She turned to Ron, looking him up and down. "Nice boxers."

"I'd rather you didn't comment on my boxers..."

"Pink boxohs!"

Ron smacked the heel of his palm against his forehead as he grimaced.

Kim and Olivia giggled.

"Ron, I've decided on a southern theme."

"For what?"

"Thanksgiving...?," Kim said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"O-kaaaay... Didn't know that Thanksgiving had more of a theme than Pilgrims and Native Americans..."

"Well, it does. This year's going to be a southern theme."

"Whatever you say. As long as we're eating."

Kim sighed, a smile on her face. "Don't worry. There'll be food. Just... southern food."

"Which would be...?"

Kim began reading off her sheet of paper. "Stuffed green peppers, cornbread, dirty rice--"

"Mommy?"

"Yes?"

"I don' wahnt dohty wice..."

"Via, dirty rice isn't really dirty."

"Den why do dey caw it dat?"

"Because you mix in ground beef, which looks like sort of like dirt."

"Oh. Okay!"

"So. Dirty rice, gumbo, sweet potato casserole, croissants--"

"Kim, aren't croissants, y'know, French?"

"Well, I got the menu from Monique, okay? Her family's from Louisiana."

"And... that's relevant... how?"

"Louisiana was highly affected by the French while under their control. That's why there's a French Quarter."

"Wait. So a whole quarter of the state is dedicated to France?"

"No... There's a few streets reminding you of French culture."

"You're not being sarcastic?"

Kim sighed. "No...!"

"Alright."

Kim sighed. "As I was saying, crossiants, jambalaya, green bean casserole, mushroom gravy, cranberry sauce, and of course, the turkey. Any questions?"

"Uh-uh," Olivia said.

Ron just shook his head 'no'.

"Good. ... Now we just have to go shopping."

"Awwwww...!," a blonde man and his auburn-haired daughter groaned simultaneously.

Well. That ends that chapter. Don't worry. I'm working on the next chapter right now! Chapter 3: Turkey Day. Comin' right up! Should be out by noon tomorrow. 'Kay? 'Kay. Did I do the disclaimer yet? I'm not sure... Ah well. Just to be safe... A-hem-heh-heh-hem.

I do not own the characters of Kim Possible. They belong to Disney. (darnskys...)

Okay. Now that that's over with...

Be on the lookout for chapter three of A Thanksgiving to Remember Or Forget! Hooray! babbitrulez, out!