Disclaimer: Kim Possible and the gang are property of The Walt Disney Company. I gain nothing for their use in my stories. I also receive nothing from General Motors for using them in this chapter. (Tho if they do come out with a Funky Flying Car I may seek some kind of remuneration for suggesting it.) I do claim all rights to Miss Suzanne Go, the character I created for these stories.

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Chapter 5

Fittings and an Old Friend

Suzanne and Shego sat off to the side as Monique flittered about Kim who was standing on a short footstool wearing her wedding dress. "Thanks for coming along for this final fitting guys," Kim said to her soon-to-be in-laws as Monique stood back with a few straight pins clenched in her mouth and carefully eyed her creation.

"What are sister's-in-law for," Suzanne giggled. "And thanks for having me in your wedding party. I'm honored to be one of your bride's maids even though we've only known each other for a little over one month."

"Well, you are Ron's sister," Kim quickly shot back to the blond girl who looked almost exactly like her fiancé. If it weren't for their gender and the slightly different hairstyles, Suzanne would be Ron's identical twin. Kim moved to take a step down from the low pedestal to give Suzanne a hug but was promptly pushed back in place by the seamstress.

"Uh uh, girlfriend," Monique chided after taking the straight pins out of her mouth. "You ain't moving until you take that dress off. It has to be perfect for the wedding and you'll ruin all of my hard work if you hop off that stool now. I'm almost done so stand still and be quiet."

"The dress looks marvelous Monique," Shego said from her seated position. "What say you make my wedding dress when the time comes."

"And when will that be, Sheila?" Suzanne playfully queried her step-sister. "The last I heard back on karaoke night a month ago, you said Drew had to come up with a legitimate profitable plan before you'd said yes."

"He has," Shego chuckled to her step-sister. "Wade helped him with his flying car presentation for General Motors. Drew and Wade took it to GM last week and I understand pre-production of the vehicle is about to get underway."

"Already?" Kim questioned and leaned forward into the conversation before getting a straight pin pricked into her side from Monique. She shot up, ram-rod straight and said to her Maid of Honor, "Ow, sorry Monique, I'll be good."

"Yeah," Shego chuckled at Kim's distress but continued with the topic at hand. "GM went gaga over the design and paid Drew and Wade a big hunk of change for it. Now our two boys are under contract to help retool a coupla of their plants to build the car. The only thing GM didn't go for is the name they came up with."

"And what name would that be?" Monique asked as she rechecked the straightness of one of the seams.

"Well, Wade wanted to name the vehicle the Load Master," Shego lightly chuckled as she shifted to get more comfortable in her chair, "and Drew wanted to name it the Lipski Mobile. They finally came up with a compromise before presenting the plans to General Motors."

"And the compromise was…" Monique prodded with a laugh as she pinned the hem of Kim's wedding dress in one final place.

"The Lip-Loader!" Shego full-out laughed with a evil smile on her face. "It was either that or the Load-Lip!"

All four girls broke out in uproarious laughter. Shego and Suzanne had to get out of their chairs to help Monique keep Kim from falling off the stool and rolling on the floor from the guffaw.

When the laughter finally subsided Kim straighten up on the stool and asked, "So, what is GM going to call the vehicle? I know they aren't going to go for that awful name."

"Drew told me they're planning on calling it the FFC 3000," Shego chuckled as she sat back down. "FFC stands for Funky Flying Car and they added 3000 because it's so futuristic. They're hoping to premiere it with all the other new models next spring but the government is putting up some resistance."

"Why's that?" Monique asked while fluffing out the wedding dress's skirt some more, not taking a creative eye off of her fashion creation.

"Well, the Federal Aviation Administration got wind of the project," Shego said, becoming serious for a moment, "and they're concerned about all the new air traffic they'll have to oversee. The FAA said there would have to be all new rules and regulations to control the new air traffic and you know how fast bureaucracy works."

"Any new laws wouldn't be approved for at least five years," Kim said as Monique finally helped her down from the footstool.

"Well the Feds will just have to get up off their lazy, over-fed butts and get a move on," Monique said as she unzipped the dress and helped Kim out of it. "That's if they mean what they say and are actually trying to help GM get out of bankruptcy."

"How much will the FFC 3000 sell for?" Suzanne asked as she helped Monique get Kim out of the dress then handed the redhead a robe to cover up with. "I might like to buy one."

"Drew told me they're aiming for the high end market first," Shego answered, still sitting in her chair not helping at all with the fitting. "GM wants to recoup their investment fast and turn a profit right away so the cars will sell for between 200 and 250 thousand dollars. And that's for the bare-bones model."

"Whoa, that is high end," Monique marveled as she sat down at her sewing machine and started to make the final seams in the dress. "I know I won't be able to afford one of those on my Club Banana salary. Especially since I'll be taking a few college classes at the Upperton Fashion Institute this fall."

"But people will save a lot of money by not having to buy gas," Kim said as she cinched the sash of her robe and sat down to rest for a few minutes. "The one Wade made for Ron and I runs on a special power cell that doesn't need refueling or maintenance and only gets changed out once every four or five years. We're saving a ton of money in operating costs and the engine is also ecologically friendly since it doesn't depend on fossil fuel. Those will be two huge selling points."

"Wait, wait, wait," Shego said sitting up and waving her hands to clarify something Kim had just said. "Where did the idea of a power cell come from? The one Drew had when he was evil ran on aviation fuel. Whenever we moved to a new lair I had to 'jack a fuel truck from the nearest local airport for his flying car."

"Wade holds the patent for the power cell," Kim informed her future stepsister-in-law. "He also holds the patent for the flying car itself."

Monique sat back in her chair and turned to talk to the three ladies behind her. "Now why would Wade hold the patent on the flying car? Why didn't Drakken… I mean Drew, patent it himself?"

"Because the big blue idiot thought he couldn't," Shego cackled a loud long laugh before she finally settled down and continued. "Drew thought he couldn't because he could never put down a permanent address on the patent application." Shego pointed to Kim. "The Princess there would blow up our latest lair whenever we settled into one and got started on a world domination plan."

"I never pushed one single self destruct button," Kim defensively stated, but with a little pride showing through that she and Ron had kept the world safe from Drakken's evil plans. "Ron and Rufus are responsible for most, if not all, of the demolition."

"Ron can be a one-man wrecking crew at times," Suzanne said with a hearty laugh remembering what had happened to the two Spinning Tops of Doom at Senor Senior Jr.'s rehearsal just over a month ago.

"I just need to make sure there are no big, shiny red buttons around when Ron and I move into our own home," Kim said joining in the laughter.

"And when might that be Princess?' Shego slyly begged. "Are you looking now or are you two gonna wait until after you graduate from college?"

"Oh, we're looking right now," Kim said as she took off the robe and donned her white tee shirt with the big red heart on the front and blue Capri pants, "but Ron and I aren't looking very hard. We don't know where we'll be working after college so that puts a big crimp in the search. Although we'll probably own a house somewhere here in Middleton if only to have someplace to stay while we're visiting the folks and everyone."

"I don't think you'll have to look very hard to find something in the Tri-City area," Suzanne said as she held out the morning newspaper to Kim and pointed to a specific article at the bottom of the front page.

"Timothy North has fallen ill?" Kim asked as she scanned the article in the paper. "What effect would Mr. North's illness have on our search for a house?"

"The former Fearless Ferret had a major heart attack yesterday," Suzanne informed the small group of girls, "and unfortunately, if my vision is correct, he only has a day or two left to live before he'll have a second one that'll take his life. As you already know Kim, Mr. North really enjoyed it when Ron was assigned to be his Sunshine Spreader. It brought him out of his funk and gave him a chance to get out and live again. Because of that, Ron is the only person mentioned in Mr. North's will since he has no living relatives."

"I remember that whole Fearless Ferret incident," Monique said as she turned from her precise work on the dress to join the conversation. "It happened a year before we met Kim, but you told me all about it. I thought you said Mr. North spent all of his money on that fake Ferret Hole and buying up all them props and such."

"He did," Kim confirmed to her high school girlfriend and the person who was going to be her Maid of Honor at the wedding. "At least that's what I found out at the time. Mr. North's estate shouldn't be that big."

"No it isn't that large," Suzanne said as she shook her golden locks in the negative, "but he does own the mansion free and clear and he's made a few bucks since you last met him. Ron's going to inherit the mansion and everything in it in a few days plus a little spending cash."

"There you go Princess," Shego laughed and pointed to Kim. "You got your house here in the city. Maybe you should let Wade move out of his parents house and take up residence in the Ferret Hole so he can tell you all about your missions a lot quicker."

"I wouldn't mind living there," Monique chimed in with a feral grin on her face before she clarified her statement. "I mean in that mansion. It's a lot closer to the Upperton Fashion Institute where I'm taking a few classes in the fall. I was gonna rent an apartment but they're just so damned expensive around UFI that I decided it'd be more economical to just live at home and commute."

"If it pans out like Suzanne says it will," Kim tentatively said to her girlfriend, "then you can live in the mansion while attending school. But I think we should hold off on any plans until after the will is read."

Just then the Kimmunicator let out its four familiar tones. Kim hit a button on the side of her watch and Ron's somber face appeared on the face of the watch. "Hey Ron, what's up?" Kim queried. "I thought you were at the tailor's shop for your final Tux fitting?"

"We are KP," Ron said and he panned the old blue Kimmunicator, now known as the Ronnunicator, around the room he was in. Kim could see Wade getting fitted for his tuxedo a few feet away from where Ron was standing while Felix, Jim and Tim were patiently sitting nearby. "Wade's the last one to get fitted but we just found out that the Fearless Ferret is in the hospital. Since I was his personal Sunshine Spreader a few years ago I thought I should go over and visit with him for a minute or three. Would you like to come along?"

"I just found out myself," Kim solemnly said as she held up the newspaper. "Sure. I think we should go over to the hospital and spread a little sunshine in Mr. North's life again. I'll be by shortly and pick you up." Kim turned off her Kimmunicator watch and turned to the three other women. "I guess I should get going. Monique, are we done here?"

"We can make sure the final seams are good at a later date," Monique chuckled. "But if Mr. North only has a coupla days to live, you'd better get going, Ferret Girl."

xxxxxx

The teenage couple were simply amazed by the number of fans, all dressed in Fearless Ferret costumes or that of one of the villains from the show, that were camped outside of the Middleton Hospital showing their support for the ailing actor.

"Wow," Ron marveled aloud as he scanned the crowd, "FF One sure has a lot of Ferrety Fans." He turned to Kim with a wry smile on his face. "Do you think if one of them jumped off a cliff, they all would follow?"

"Ron," Kim harshed to her fiancée before she realized Ron was just being Ronnish with his random thoughts and not trying to be insensitive about the sitch. She chuckled lightly. "No, you're thinking of lemmings. They're the small rodents who would supposedly follow their leader off a cliff due to their migratory patterns. But that's an old myth that started after a Disney nature film came out in 1958."

Because of her world-saving standing, and since her mother was a doctor in the hospital, Kim was allowed to park close to the building in the Doctor's Parking Lot. The two entered the hospital and, because of their former standing as Sunshine Spreaders and specifically because Ron had been Mr. North's personal Sunshine Spreader, the teens were allowed to visit the ailing actor.

When Kim and Ron entered the private room they saw Mr. North propped up in bed talking to another man. The short, somewhat chubby, dark-haired visitor was writing in a spiral notebook on his lap.

"FF Two and Ferret Girl!" Mr. North practically hollered with open arms when he saw the two teens. Rufus poked his head out of Ron's pocket and waved. "And you brought Wonder Weasel along with you! Well, come on in! I was hoping to get to see you three again soon."

"Hi'Ya, FF One," Ron sunnily chimed.

"Hi, Mr. North," Kim said with a bright smile as she and Ron walked over to the bed. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm not feeling too bad," the former actor said as he held out one arm that had a IV tube stuck in it. "But I wouldn't know the difference with all the drugs that those doctors are pumping into me." He became very serious when he looked over to Ron. "But we need to get down to business. Now that those vile villains have incapacitated me, how goes the battle with our ferociously foul foes, FF Two?"

Ron cautiously looked at the actor who appeared to have barely survived a hundred thousand miles of bad road. Mr. North had tubes and wires coming from many places under the hospital gown and one of the monitors off to the side was beeping in a slightly irregularly cadence. Ron then peered over to the smaller man sitting beside the bed. The raven-haired gent somberly shook his head with a sad expression on his face showing the teen that the actor formerly known as the Fearless Ferret may not quite be all there and probably wasn't long for this world.

Mr. North took note of the exchange and chuckled to Ron, "Don't worry about Morey. He's a Hollywood agent that's going to make a movie about how I became the Fearless Ferret and fought all of my fiendishly fraudulent foes."

It only took a few seconds for Ron to understand that his one-time idol wasn't playing with a full deck, again; That the heart attack had somehow pushed Mr. North back into the delusional state he had been in when Kim and Ron first met him. "Don't worry FF One," Ron said as a seriously wicked grin spread across his face. "All of your felonious foes are behind bars and the city is safe."

"You, bet'cha," Rufus chimed in as he hopped out of Ron's pants pocket onto the bed.

The small man got up and led Kim away from the bed while Mr. North was otherwise occupied talking to Ron and Rufus. "My name is Morey Netherland and I'm really Mr. North's attorney. You're Kim Possible, correct?"

"That's right," Kim nodded to the information. "Ron and I were Sunshine Spreaders two years ago. We helped Mr. North come out of his delusions of being the actual Fearless Ferret at the time but I thought he was doing a lot better since he's been attending Fearless Ferret Conventions lately."

"Timothy was," Morey let out a heavy sigh, "until he had the heart attack and stroke yesterday. The stroke sent his mind back into the delusional state and the doctors don't hold out much hope. There was just too much damage done to the veins and heart by the incident that the doctors don't think any kind of operation would help. They told me Timothy has, at most, only a few days to live."

The two looked over and watched as Mr. North, Rufus and Ron huddled close, discussing strategies for each of the villainous foes of the Fearless Ferret. "If that's the case," Kim said looking back at the diminutive man, "I'm glad Mr. North got a chance to talk to us. At least he'll have something to fondly remember to get him through his final days."

"I'm glad you stopped by also," Morey Netherland said to the redhead. "It saves me the trouble of trying to contact you through your website."

"Why would you want to get a hold of me?" Kim queried, but knowing why anyway after the talk with Ron's psychic twin sister.

"Not you specifically," the attorney said with a shake of his head as he hitched a thumb over to the bed to indicate Ron, "but I have been trying to get in touch with Mr. Stobble. Timothy specified him as his sole heir and I need Don's signature on a few documents after Tim passes on."

"His name is Ron Stoppable," Kim huffed in exasperation as she grabbed the pen and notebook out of Morey's hand. She began to write in the notebook. "Nobody ever get's his name right but here's Ron's name, address and phone number. Give him a call and we'll come over your office whenever you need us."

"I'm sorry if I got Mr. Stoppable's name wrong," Morey said abashedly as he again gestured to the blond boy near the bed. "That's what Timothy told me his name was when he rewrote the will last year. I'll be sure to get it amended so Ron's correct name will be on it properly."

Xxxxxx

Kim, Ron and Rufus stayed for a half hour, talking to the former actor and his attorney. As they reached the bank of elevators to descend to the main lobby, a clamorous uproar began behind them. Doctors and nurses were hurriedly racing back the way the two teens had come and Kim immediately knew what the hubbub was about.

Kim somberly but calmly wrapped an arm around Ron's shoulder and walked him back to the nurses station to wait.

Xxxxxx

FYI: Confirmation about the lemming myth is found at Wikipedia dot org. The blame for the mistaken myth is squarely on Disney!