Disclaimer: The Walt Disney Company owns all rights to the characters and situations associated with Kim Possible. I borrow Kim, her family and friends for no monetary gain. I do this only to clear up the weather here in Colorado, I'm sick of all the snow. Time to move back to Florida.
The Closet II
Chapter 19
It Begins
Our two teens and one naked mole rat spent the rest of the day resting and recuperating in their bedroom from the Lotus Triune Maneuver. Ron had found Rufus nestled in his pants pocket, the naked mole rats normal resting place, after the construction engineer had left and the mighty rodent told him that he had barely managed to crawl in there after the LTM before he'd passed out.
The next day the three walked for over an hour to get to the indoor ski hill and had a great time snowboarding on the slope. Senor Senior came over and joined then for lunch in the chalet at the bottom of the slope. The Spaniard was utterly appalled when he found out Kim and Ron had walked all the way to the ski hill and immediately assigned one of the stretch limo golf cart to be at their disposal for the rest of their stay, especially after he'd heard the report of what'd happened the previous day from Will Friedle, his personal, private construction engineer. Kim and Ron thanked Senor Senior and vowed to take advantage of the spa after the elderly Spaniard reminded them of that particular amenity.
The teens drove home early in the afternoon to hit the beach, taking advantage of the beautiful day. They set up six beach umbrellas in a canopy above a single chaise lounge so they wouldn't be spied upon from any space bourn GJ satellites before they stripped down to their birthday suits and made love in the shade.
On the fifth day of their stay, Kim and Ron went to the marina for a little sailing. Well, the six person crew actually manned the sailboat while the teens lazed about on deck and were waited on hand and foot.
The seventh day was spent in the spa. Ron and Kim had trained the whole sixth day, sparring on the beach in only their skimpy swimsuits, so they were a tad sore and needed the mud baths, kelp wraps, medi and pedicures and deep tissue massages to recover from their training. (Rufus especially loved the mud bath and pedicure.) They were totally relaxed and feeling in great shape when they arrived back at bungalow seven at the end of the seventh day of their honeymoon just as the sun was beginning to set.
Rufus scampered into the living room and turned on the television while Ron stepped into the kitchen to begin supper. Kim went to the garage for a couple of chaise lounges to be placed on the patio so she and Ron could watch the sun set while dinner was cooking.
"Supper is started," Ron said as he came out the back door, laid down in the large chaise with Kim and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. "It'll just be a coupla minutes." He moved in for another kiss but was interrupted when Rufus came running out the back door and jumped between their two face, angrily chattering away.
"The satellite TV isn't working?" Kim questioned the diminutive rodent. Ever since she had bonded with Ron and received a portion of the Mystic Powers, she was better able to understand the mole rat.
"Uh huh uh huh, snow," Rufus moaned as he sadly nodded his head.
"Well, maybe we knocked the dish out of alignment when we did the Lotus Triune Maneuver," Kim postulated. "Or maybe there are sunspots interfering with the signal."
"TV good last night," Rufus said shaking his head to indicate that the maneuver wasn't the cause.
"And sunspots shouldn't affect all of the channels," Ron said as he laid back in the lounge chair. His eyes were closed but a blue haze was seeping from beneath his eyelids indicating that he was using his Mystical Monkey Powers. "Nope, my MMP is telling me that something diabolical has disrupted all satellite communications around the world."
Kim pulled the Kimmunicator out of the tote bag beside the chair and thumbed it on. All she got from the tiny but powerful device was static. "Now I'm worried. If we can't get a hold of Wade that means this might possibly be a prelude to an invasion from space."
Just then a small model rocket came crashing down on the beach not ten feet in front of them. The two teens got up and went to the tiny vehicle to check it out. Upon close inspection they saw that it was one of Jim and Tim's rockets and found a message inside the nose cone.
Guys,
All global communications are out so this is the only way to get word to you. Something major is up and you should probably get back home immediately!
Wade
"Well, I guess that's it then," Ron said as he headed toward the house. "I'll finish prepping dinner and we can go."
Kim followed her husband into the house and headed for the front door when she heard a knock as Ron continued on to the kitchen. She opened the front door and found Senor Senior Sr. standing there, looking extremely distressed. "Senor Senior. What's brings you way out here this evening? Please come in."
"Thank you Kim Stoppable," the elderly Spaniard graciously said as he entered and Kim led him into the living room. "I am most trouble by what is occurring. All of the satellite televisions and telephones are not working at the hotel and my staff has no idea what is wrong. I was wondering if you could get in touch with your man Wade and see if he could fix the problem."
"Ron and I just received a note from Wade and found out that all communications around the globe are out," Kim said, handing the note to Senior Sr. as they sat down on the couch. "A major threat is suppose to be heading our way from outer space and we think that this sitch is the prelude to an alien invasion. We were just about to sit down for a quick bite to eat before heading home to check it out."
"There's plenty to eat if you'd like to join us," Ron said as he entered the living room while wiping his hands on a dish towel and stopped to stand next to Kim.
"No, no, I believe my place is back at the hotel where my guests may need me," Senor Senior said as he stood, handed the note back to Kim and headed for the front door. "I will make sure your vehicle is prepared for your departure."
"Thank you Senor Senior," Kim said as she and Ron escorted the Spaniard out to his stretch limo style golf cart.
"And when the crisis is over," Senior smiled as he got into the stretch golf cart, "I hope you will return to finish your honeymoon that has been so rudely interrupted. You have only been here one week and I promised you two."
"We look forward to coming back," Ron yelled as he and Kim waved their good-bye and watched Senor Senior Sr. drive away. Ron wrapped an arm around her waist as they walked back in to the house and he informed her, "Dinner will be ready in five minutes."
"I'll start packing while you put dinner on the table," Kim said before she gave her husband a brief buss on the lips and split off to the bedroom to swiftly pack for the journey home.
The silence at the table was palpable. Whether it was from the unknown circumstances the three were going to face or simply because they were getting into the proper mindset for the upcoming battle they were sure to face, no one knew. After eating, the dirty dishes were placed in the dishwasher and kitchen cleaned before they finished packing and got dressed in their mission clothes.
When the stretch golf cart was loaded with their luggage Kim wrapped her arms around Ron's shoulders and gave him a passionate kiss right there in the driveway. "Don't worry KP," the blond sighed as their lips parted, "we'll be back before you can say Bueno Nacho is Naco-licious."
"I'm not worried Ron, Sweetie," Kim cooed and nestled further into his embrace, "my Mystical Monkey Powers are telling me everything will be fine. I just wanted to take a second and tell you that I'm so very proud of what you've accomplished ever since I locked you in that old janitor's closet one year ago."
"Has it been that long?" Ron chuckled as he leaned back a bit so he could look into Kim's gorgeous green eyes. "It only seems like it was last week that you dragged me into the closet at school."
"I did drag you in to the closet a little over a month ago," Kim giggled like a schoolgirl, which technically she still was since they had just passed their final Sophomore year exams, "but that was so we could have a little alone time and make out as husband and wife just before we left for Japan. No, I'm talking about when I was hiding from Josh Monkey because I was so afraid to ask him out to the Spring Fling Dance our Freshman year."
"Oh yeah," Ron quietly said as it dawned on him as to what she was talking about, "my take over the world dream."
"You might've dreamed of taking over the world then but it's what led me to finally take a good look at you and understand how much you mean to me. I love you Ron Stoppable and us being a wedded couple is the best thing to happen to me in my entire life."
"Now that you mention it," Ron chuckled as he snuggled Kim closer in his arms, "I guess I should be happy you slammed the door in my face if it got you thinking about me and it got me outta my procrastination and vegetation state."
"You've worked so very hard to get up to my level," Kim sighed
"I had to in order to fulfill the prophecy," Ron chuckled. "Even before I went to Japan on that first exchange trip, I knew that if I wanted to keep being a part of your life I would have to step up my game to become your equal. When you gave me the chance to become your boyfriend, that was all the incentive I needed. Now that I got you I'm never gonna let you go, no matter what."
"You got me alright," Kim laughed before she laid another hot kiss on her husband that lasted a good long minute. Finally they broke apart and she headed for the driver's side of the golf cart. "Let's get started. The world's not going to save itself."
"I'm with you all the way KP," Ron cheered as he took one step and his pants fell down around his ankles. Kim raucously laughed as he slowly pulled them back up with a sigh then got in the passenger's side. Kim trounced down on the gas pedal and they zoomed off to the island airport.
The teen couple saw a huge crowd gathered in front of one of the hangers when they arrived at the airfield. Neither Kim nor Ron could see their car anywhere else so they headed for the throng of what appeared to be all of the guest on the island. The well dressed mob suddenly parted like the Red Sea did for Moses and the teens could finally see Kim's Roth SL Coupe sitting in the middle of the assembled rich with Senor Senior Sr. and his son Senor Senior Jr. standing in front of the car.
"What's all this then?" Ron wondered aloud as he and Kim got out of the stretch golf cart and walked up to the two Spaniards. Kim noticed a few of the rich guests immediately grabbed their bags and tucked them into the back seat of the Sloth before the hired help could lift a finger.
"We are all here to see you off Mr. and Mrs. Stoppable," Senor Senior Sr. said as if this was an everyday, normal occurrence, "on your mission to reestablish global communications."
"As if that is really important," Junior yawned in utter boredom.
"It's very important," Philippe Bullion practically yelp in dismay. "And if you get the satellite television working before morning I'll cut your first year's membership fees to the Billionaire's Club by five, oh heck, make that six percent when you qualify!"
Mrs. Bullion, the woman Ron tangoed with after they had seen Junior's show, leaned over and whispered, "The only musical entertainment on the island right now is Junior and you know how well he sings. We want our MTV." Both Kim and Ron cringed at the thought of Junior's singing being the only live entertainment on the island.
"We'll take care of the sitch as fast as we can," Ron reassured the portly rich woman. That also brought a great sigh of relief from all of the rich folks within earshot.
Kim and Ron were swiftly hustled into the car and everyone waved their good-byes as the teens took to the skies.
"Be well my young friends," Senior Sr. said under his breath as he too waved his farewells.
Kim had just leveled off at cruising altitude when the monitor in the dash came to life with snowy static. After a few seconds Wade's image started to fuzz into shape. "Wade, is that you buddy?" Ron queried to the picture of the young genius sitting there holding his ever present cup of soda.
"Are you starting to get satellite communications back up and running?' Kim questioned the picture as Wade finally came into focus. "If you are, that means quite a few people back on Senior Island will be extremely happy."
"Sorry guys," Wade said, beaming a bright smile from the now clear monitor, "but this is just a private, temporary fix. Jim and Tim have been working on their own satellite for a while now and got your dad to launch it into space. All of the other satellites were hit with an electromagnetic pulse and knocked out of commission just before the launch."
"And just where did the EM pulse come from?" Kim asked, now fully knowing the answer.
"A single spaceship suddenly emerged from the dark side of the moon a few hours ago and started zapping all of the satellites," Wade anxiously said before he took a quick sip of soda. "After they were all knocked out a narrow beam transmission was sent to all the major seats of power around the world; The White House, Buckingham Palace, The Kremlin and so on."
"And in that transmission was an ultimatum telling us to surrender or be annihilated," Kim angrily harshed as her grip on the steering wheel tightened.
"In a nutshell," Wade nonchalantly shrugged. "The President, and most of the other heads of state, responded by launching off a few nuclear warheads at the ship but the nukes were all stopped by some kinda ray that froze them dead in their flight paths for a coupla seconds before they all fell harmlessly back down to earth."
"Where's the ship now?" Ron questioned from the passenger seat.
"It's hovering one mile above the Saudi Arabia desert," Wade said as he looked over to one of his other monitors and nodded. "It's stationary for the moment, directly over one of the largest oilfields in the area. And guys, it's kinda big."
"Big enough for an invading army of thousands of aliens?" Ron asked.
"Actually," Wade said as he started to rapidly type on his keyboard, "there appears to be only two aliens on the spaceship. GJ just sent me the ultimatum transmission and I'm patching it through to you now."
The picture on the monitor in the car's dash flickered for a moment before a wide shot of two tall muscular aliens, green in coloring and scantily dressed in furs, appeared. The picture slowly zoomed in to a close up of the aliens. "Greeting's Earthlings," the obviously male of the two said with a malicious grin. "I am Warhok and this is my mate Warmonga. We are Lowardians. Our people travel the galaxies to find and conquer other worlds. We were passing through your pitiful solar system when our scanners recognized the vast wealth of resources on your world so we thought it would be best to stop for a quelar or two and plunder your planet to refuel our ship."
"You can either let us ravage your puny planet and take what we want," Warmonga said with a lascivious smile, "or suffer utter annihilation and we'll take what we want anyway. It matters not to us."
The transmission cut out and Wade's image reappeared on the screen as he continued the briefing. "By my calculations, Warhok and Warmonga are ten and nine feet tall respectively and can defend themselves against any and all of earth's usual defenses with the vast amount of equipment on their spaceship."
"That means Ron and I will just have to show them a few of Earth's unusual defenses," Kim said with determination in her voice as she steered the Sloth toward the Middle East.