Ron putted along the road, until he got on school grounds. That's when Mr. Barkin was outside the building.

No, no, no. Trying to follow Brick and I wasn't paying attention. The last thing a guy with a C+ grade point average who's just a couple more detentions and missed projects away from permanent expulsion needs is after school attention from Mr. B. There's no way I can outrun him in this heap, and I don't have anything to cook him a bribe with. The only question is whether I try to talk my way out of it or activate the Mystical Monkey Power.

Then Brick saves me a whole heap of trouble. He leads us straight to the gym. Mr. B knows he's not the law there, not at this time of the day. The ladies are.

The ladies. If you love the Mad Dogs and you keep to the bleachers, they'll make your every dream come true. But if you step over the line, they'll deal you out a their own brand of street justice.

Ron follows Brick and his thugs into the gym. Where Brick comes through a set of doors leading straight onto the gym floor, Ron chooses a side entrance that keeps him behind the bleachers. Ron continues to sneak until Kim Possible grabs him by the arm.

"And what exactly are you doing here, Ron?", she asks.

Ron answers immediately and straight forward. "I saw these clowns coming here. I followed to make sure they didn't hurt any of the girls."

"Us helpless little girls?", Kim teased. "Don't worry. Bonnie was on to these losers the moment the door came open. Sit back. Enjoy the show."

She guides my gaze up the stands. Viscious loudmouth Bonnie Rockweiller gazes down on the jocks.

The jocks come upon a cheerleader with bright fluffy hair and small but crisp eyes (Tara) going through stretches.

"Hey, how's it going?", Brick asks.

"Tough.", the girl replies. "It's been a pep rally today, so I'm just gonna stretch out and head home."

"We can give you a ride home."

"No thanks. Maybe you need to look elsewhere. Like Lowerton High. Remember, Lowerton not Upperton. Upperton's a preppie school."

"Naw, we're good right here. I been beat up every way I turn today. Come on. It'll be fun."

"Fun?", she asks. "Honey, you need a good night's sleep more than a date. Besides, I don't go out with groups."

Other cheerleaders have flipped the locks on the doors. The trap is set.

"How's the ticket taker?", Kim asks. "Those her boyfriends?"

All type of trouble is going to go down just yards away and its still hard to take my eyes off her.

"One of them thinks he is.", Ron tells her.

Brick gets and edge to his voice. "Aw, come on, baby."

"They didn't really injure any body I know of, yet.", Ron tells Kim. "It got pretty bad over at Zeta's, but they didn't injure anybody."

Kim smiles. "Sit back. Bonnie's been just itching to get some practice."

Brick grabs Tara's arm and pulls her to her feet. "There's never gonna be a day where I get turned down by a cheerleader when I got the looks and the car to raise her popularity. You're coming with us."

Tara looks down at her arm, then his face in true fear of what comes next. "Ah, sugar. You just made the dumbest mistake of your life."

Bonnie's cellphone connects with Brick's knuckles, making him draw his hand back in pain. Two thugs are slapped senseless before the belittling remarks even affect their egos. Another's self-esteem and sunglasses aren't so lucky. The last thug goes down.

Brick turns to Bonnie. "You...you..."

Ron reveals himself. "Just settle down Brick. You're only making it worse on yourself."

Brick spins to him and somehow ends up twisting his legs to fall down. "Nobody laugh. Don't nobody laugh."

"I'm not laughing at you, Flagg.", Ron assures him.

Brick tries to pick himself up and launch himself at Bonnie. Bonnie slaps him to a wall.

"I can't see. I can't hear."

Kim has revealed herself. "Jeez, Bonnie. Just finish him quick."

Bonnie backhands Flagg. With the hands with the rings on it.

"Yeesh.", Ron comments.

She doesn't so much as put her hand through his skull. Just makes a rag doll out of him.

The next step is like clockwork. All of them are laid out. Any pick pocketing's gonna have to be done before they wake up. Brick's got a coupon book filled with deals I'm not too proud to hand off to Rufus. It's only when I turn his jacket back right side out that I learn.

Brick Flagg. You rotten bastard.

Zeta called out something that I couldn't make out, on account of the rocket. I thought she said "socks".

Zeta screams out the window. "He's a jock!"

Brick "Flagship" Flagg the paper called him. The new quarterback that was gonna win the season. A bloody hero jock.

Tara panics. "Oh no. The jocks! The gangs and drugs! It'll be like other schools."

Kim tries to keep command. "We have popularity. We can fight!"

The shaky truce has held in the school since anyone can remember. The jocks get a hyped crowd at every game they play at, first pick at a homecoming date. The cheerleaders don't have to deal with a coach and get to run the gym as they please. Which means that the cheerleaders get to ostracize anyone who'd bring a weapon to school, or drugs or even pick on those who can't fight back. And when a jock gets out of line, they send him packing. But they send him back awake, not beat up by a girl.

Oh my God, Flagg. What have you done?