"Earlier today, reports indicated the appearance of a crack in the fabric of reality, hovering over this canyon in the Swiss Alps. Among the first news investigators on the site, we have Bob here to give us an early report on what some are calling the hole in the sky. Bob, what do you see?"

The news channel switched to show a video feed with another reporter. He was standing on some kind of grassy plain, surrounded on one side by towering mountains with a bit of snow at the top, and the other by a far lower valley. It looked like a beautiful sunny day, though the reporter had a worried look on his face. "Well, Bill, we're not sure what this means, yet, but it's got all the world's top scientists stuck. Several world militaries are working in unison to keep anyone not qualified from coming within a mile of the researchers, who are kept several miles from the hole in the sky, but that's getting more and more difficult as the scientists and researchers call in more support."

Bill's voice was heard again, as the camera continued focusing on Bob. "Where exactly are you in relation to the rift in what some have called the fabric of reality, and others the time/space continuum?"

"Luckily, this mountain range you see behind me contains several plateaus, one of which is located mid-range and next to the side of the canyon where the tear is located. This is where everyone has gathered to keep an eye on the phenomenon in the sky, including scientists, reporters, and refreshment carts looking to earn a buck or two from the attention on the deadly swirl above. As you can see in the distance," the reporter pointed to an area behind him, letting the camera zoom in to catch a small glimpse of thin strings of dark and light twisting colors as they danced across the sky in a roughly oval-shaped pattern, "there is the crack in reality that is gathering so much attention. If you're wondering about how well you'll be able to see it from here, we'll be able to see a much larger version by the end of the day. Scientists have discovered evidence that it is growing, and the more troubling news is that it may not stop."

A figure in the background, at the edge of the researchers, stopped what he was working on and waved for the cameras excitedly, seeking attention. "Is that blue man behind you the mad scientist, Dr. Drakken? What's he doing there?"

"Well, that's what I was getting to, Bill. It appears the support ordered has increasingly grown more varied and anyone with a scientific background is being encouraged to come help out. If this...rift gets any worse, we may be looking at a worldwide crisis. It just doesn't look like there's much hope of..." A moment of silence occurred as Bob stared into the distance, squinting his eyes. The sound of a plane landing could be heard in the background.

"Bob? We seem to have lost you for a second."

Bob turned back to the camera, grinning widely. "Sorry, Bill, but I have great news. Kim Possible has just arrived on the scene, and the crowds are cheering!"

"Will she be of any help?"

"Are you kidding? With a rocket scientist and a brain surgeon as parents, years of saving lives, fighting crime, and even saving the world, and her background as a head cheerleader? She's the girl who can do anything for crying out loud! And look! Here she comes!"

The side door of the private jet slowly opened, and out stepped the world-renowned Kim Possible. Pausing after the first step, she turned to lean back inside and wave, loudly saying, "Thanks for the ride, Mr. Winderman. And if you ever need help with a sinking yacht on fire and swarming with killer bees again, just call me or beep me when you want to reach me!"

Turning back around, Kim gave an exasperated sigh as camera flares started flashing in her face. Ron may love the publicity that comes with the job, but she was starting to get tired of it all. The young hero put a semi-polite smile on her face as she continued down the steps and onto the ground.

Behind her, Ron Stoppable followed, smiling and waving to the cameras. Not many reporters focused on him, with the great Kim Possible near, but he was used to that. Trying not to trip down the stairs... again, Ron quickly made his way to his partner and girlfriend.

As the cameras moved away from the plane, Yori silently slipped out, not caring to be seen much by the press. She had started helping out more with Kim and Ron's adventures, though she most frequently found herself as the babysitter for the Stoppable family. Someone with experience needed to see to the safety of baby Hana. Even with Monkey Fist gone, they could take no chances. Luckily, the Stoppables would be home all day, watching the news.

After Yori reached the ground, she moved out of the way as the newest version of the WadeBot rocketed out of the doorway and hovered to a landing at the base of the stairs. Zooming in on the phenomenon up in the sky several miles away, Wade whistled through the speakers, "Wow! It looks even more impressive in person!"

Suddenly, someone shrieked that the rift was getting bigger and drew everyone's attention to it as it fluctuated and grew a little. All the reporters who had been focused on Kim gave her some space as they went back to trying to get as close as they could to the hole in the sky. The cheerleader sighed in relief and turned to see Yori and the screen with Wade's face approaching. She smiled and started to suggest what they should do next.

Before she could, however, Kim found herself tensing at the unexpected sight of another tear opening up a few yards away. As she stared, Ron, Yori, and Wade turned to see what she was looking at. No one else saw three teenagers burst from the rip in the space/time continuum, landing in a heap on the ground in front of it as it collapsed behind them.

Ron screamed, "Agh! Alien attack!"

Kim ran forward, with the others trailing her. The "alien" teens were getting to their feet and brushing themselves off when she arrived. Standing there, staring at them as they focused their attention on her, Kim finally asked, "Who are you?"

Beside her, Ron caught up and shouted, "They're aliens!"

Kim threw her hands up in frustration. "Ron, they're not aliens!" Suddenly, she stopped and lowered her arms, looking unsure. "Are you?"

A dark haired, light skinned boy shook his head. "We're not aliens." On one side of him was an african american boy wearing a red beret, and on the other was a dark haired, light skinned girl dressed as a goth. The lead boy asked, "Who are you?"

"Kim Possible." Before she even finished saying it, Kim suddenly realized her tone made her name sound both obvious and important. The stupid media was starting to get to her about her heroics.

Oddly enough, the boy didn't recognize the name. "Who?" He did seem to get that she thought highly of herself, however. Kim mentally slapped herself in embarrassment.

Ron pointed at them and shouted again, "They ARE aliens!"

Turning back to her best friend and recent boyfriend, Kim scolded him. "Ron!"

"Come on, KP, no one from EARTH doesn't know who you are!" Ron pointed at them accusingly, "Where are you from, and what do you want with our nacos?"

Ron's pocket opened as his pet, a highly intelligent naked mole rat, ran out onto his shoulder. The rodent imitated Ron as he made a sound like "Yeah!"

Kim rolled her eyes. "Ignore Ron and Rufus." Turning to her boyfriend and team mascot, she sternly said, "I doubt they're interested in nacos."

The dark skinned boy with the red hat grabbed his stomach. "That depends. Are they related to food?"

Ron looked at him, intensely suspicious. "Yeah."

"Are they healthy?"

"No."

"Are they greasy and blood-clotting?"

"Yes."

Tucker grinned as he lifted his arms in victory. "Point me to them and I'm there!"

Sam grew frustrated at her friend, as usual. "Tucker, we've got work to do!"

Ron turned and pointed accusingly, "Taking over the world work?"

"RON!" Kim was getting tired of going around in circles.

Danny was feeling the same way, and stepped forward with his hands raised in peace. He was fairly good at projecting calm rationality. "Look, we're from a...uh, a..."

"An alternate universe," Sam provided.

Danny glanced at her before refocusing on their hosts in this other universe. "Yeah, an alternate universe, and we were sent here to fix that rift you've got up there."

Kim looked up at it for a moment, frowning. "What caused it?"

"We're not sure, but apparently rifts like these have been opening in lots of different universes. From what we can gather, all of our universes are part of something called the multiverse. We're trying to fix it while someone else figures out what went wrong."

Tucker stepped forward, putting thoughts of food to the side... for the moment. "Just out of curiosity, what did you think caused it?"

Kim shrugged, "I thought the giant hole in the sky was another scientist experiment gone wrong."

Wade quickly added his two cents, "I figured it was a result from the secret stealth jet spotted near here. It had teleported away, conceivably ripping the fabric of reality."

Danny looked at the japanese girl with them as she spoke up. "Ancient Japan legend come to life."

Ron waved his finger in the air, determined to be heard. "And I still say it's a monkey conspiracy! They've gone multiversal!"

Kim just barely refrained from slapping her face. Or Ron's. "Ron, it's not monkeys!"

Danny blinked, then turned to indicate Tucker. "Well, if we can get access to the edge of the rift, we can figure out how to close it."

Not yet getting the message of what his tirade was doing to his girlfriend, Ron accusingly said, "Or use it to lead an invasion of monkeys!"

After holding her palm to her forehead in embarrassment for a moment, Kim saw something in the crowd that put a smile of relief on her face. "Hey, Ron! Is that someone taking advantage of this event by selling nacos?"

Ron froze and slowly turned towards the crowd. "Nacos? Sorry, KP, you and Yori can handle the monkey aliens. I haven't eaten since breakfast!"

Kim frowned. "An hour ago."

Ron shrugged and ran off.

Danny chuckled, "Thanks, we were..." He paused, looking around. "Where's Tucker?"

Sam pointed at the red beret in the crowd, right behind Ron. "Making a new friend. They had him at 'grease.'"

Danny slapped his forehead as Yori giggled. "Despite being from another universe, you are American, yes?"

He raised an eyebrow at her. "Yeah... How'd you know?"

Yori just giggled some more.

Kim ignored her and began moving towards the scientist... camp, for lack of a better word. "Well, if you guys think you can help, I'd better introduce you to the scientists."

The others followed her as Danny asked, "You know them personally?"

Kim shrugged. "My dad's one of them."

"Hey, Kimmicub!" Kim felt a tinge of embarrassment at the nickname, but smiled anyways. Her dad looked behind her at the two new kids following her. "Who're your friends? You know you're not allowed to bring anyone over here unless they can do something to help."

Danny smiled, "Oh, we're here to help. We'll need a bit of time to figure out how, but we've got a... uh, device that should shut the... tear down." He really needed to learn the proper names for everything. "Are you Kim's dad?"

The man nodded, and a voice behind the young group caused them to turn around. "And I'm Kim's mom. Pleasure to meet you." Danny saw a woman who looked very similar to Kim holding up a tray of refreshments. She smiled and politely asked, "And you are?"

Danny smiled and started to hold out his hand, before realizing her hands were full. He automatically adjusted his hand's course to rub the back of his neck. "Danny. Danny Fenton." Then he gestured to Sam, "And this is my friend, Sam Manson."

Mrs. Possible smiled. "Pleasure to meet you, Samantha."

Danny coughed while Sam's eyes darkened, just a bit. "Just Sam, thank you."

The older woman's smile faltered momentarily at the minor hostility hinted in the reaction to the name, but it went back to full width as she introduced herself. "Well, you may call me Mrs. Dr. Possible."

Kim's dad spoke up again, catching their attention. "And I'm Mr. Dr. Possible."

Danny and Sam turned to Kim. "Both of your parents are doctors?"

Kim smiled. "Mom's a brain surgeon and dad's a rocket scientist. I got all A's in school." She said it seriously, but with a hint of humor, being both flippant and proud of the fact.

Sam shook her head. "I can imagine."

Danny decided to get the conversation back on track. "So, is there any way we can make it up to the edge of the rift? We'll need to be next to it to do anything about it."

Mr. Dr. Possible grunted, looking up at the threatening event above. "If you wait long enough, that thing will grow to reach where you're standing. But by then, the strength of the pull coming from the center will be so great, you won't be able to get within a mile of the edge without being pulled in yourself. It's nowhere near as strong as a black hole, but in a few hours, this puppy will suck you up faster than a tornado in a paper factory."

Mrs. Dr. Possible spoke up, actually answering the question. "There shouldn't be much danger of being sucked in at the moment. But I'm not sure where you're going to get a vehicle that will hover at the edge of the tear without jerking too much to do any good."

Kim's eyes lit up and she snapped her fingers. "I think I might know the perfect thing, assuming I can get permission from its owner..."

"No." The answer was plain and simple.

Kim wasn't so easily swayed, however. "Oh, come on, Drakken! There's no point trying to rule the world if there's no world to rule!"

"Why do you think I'm here in the first place, Kimberly Anne?" Kim's hands fisted momentarily at his use of her name, but she forced them to relax. "I want to save the world so that I may rule it in safety. But I'm not turning over my hovercraft to some teenage punks who aren't even old enough to drive!"

Danny took offense to that. "Hey! I just turned sixteen!"

Kim and Drakken both ignored him, as Kim replied, "I'll be the one driving... er, flying, your hovercraft. And I'll owe you a favor, as long as it has nothing to do with global domination." Then, thinking of a way to sweeten the deal, she said in an almost sing-song voice, "If you do this, your onboard sensors will get closer, more accurate recordings than anyone eeelse..."

Drakken bit his lower lip. "Hm, they would get pretty accurate readings, wouldn't they?" Taking another moment to consider, the evil genius, who still had yet to be tested for it, changed his mind. He handed her a small pamphlet, the instructions manual that he always had on him because he was still trying to find that cup holder. "All right. If you're driving and it gets sucked in, I'll at least be rid of you at last. You've got a deal."

Kim smiled sweetly as they started towards the nearby vehicle. "Thank you, Drew!"

Dr. Drakken grumbled as he went back to work on his calculations, only to cry out, "Darn it! I forgot to carry the one! Now I'll have to start all over! Again! Agh!"

After Danny and Sam circled Drakken's hovercraft a few times, appraising it, they joined Kim onboard. Yori and the WadeBot opted to stay behind for space concerns, as the vehicle was not very large. The current objective at the moment was not actually the rift, anyways. Right now, they needed Tucker. Or rather, his enhanced PDA that can shut down the rift.

As Kim started up the engine, having to crank it a few times, she turned to her guests. "So, I suppose you have hover technology all over the place in your world? It's fairly rare here."

Danny and Sam looked at each other before the former spoke up, "Actually, I think our worlds are a lot more similar that that. We're still fairly earthbound except for planes, helicopters, and rockets into space. You do have those, right?"

Kim nodded distractedly, getting the engine going and discreetly trying to read the instructions Drakken gave her. She didn't want it known that she was having trouble making out what exactly it was saying.

"But we do have our exceptions. Like a hover vehicle my parents invented, meant for exploring a dimension they discovered." Danny looked around him at the craft they were standing in. "As a matter of fact, this is sort of like the Specter Speeder, but a lot more open!"

Sam frowned, before pointing down and spinning her finger. "And circular." Putting her finger to her chin to think more thoroughly on it, she continued, "And smaller. And it can't hold nearly as many people, who almost have to stand up, anyways. And it doesn't come with all the extra gear."

"Okay, Sam, I get it!" Danny rolled his eyes. "I was referring to the hover technology, anyway. It sounds and feels the same."

Kim, however, was pondering over something Danny had said. "What about that other dimension your parents discovered?"

Danny froze, wondering what to say. He didn't want to lie, but he didn't necessarily want to mention his parents were the crackpot ghost hunters of his world. Even when ghosts were proven to exist, his dad's reputation for being... over enthusiastic kept them labeled as crackpots. It didn't help that their inventions looked absolutely ridiculous, such as a ghost-catching thermos or an eternally tangled fishing line. Or the Fenton Toaster, or the Ghost Gabber, or even the Booooomerang.

Luckily, Danny was saved from having to come up with an answer when the hovercraft unexpectedly jerked up into the air, throwing its passengers for a loop. "I thought you knew how to fly this thing?"

Kim looked at him in confusion. "When did I say that?"

"Mmm... these are delicious!" Tucker took another bite, spilling a little more onto his shirt. He could clean up later. "And you invented these... Nacos?"

Ron smiled with pride. "Yep. I got paid for them and everything." Then his grin turned into a frown as he rubbed his chin in thought. "And then Drakken stole my money and used it to buy a super laser to bounce deadly rays off the moon and terrorize the world so it would surrender to him." Ron shrugged. "But he accidentally shot the laser itself, blowing it up. So, everything worked out in the end!"

Tucker raised an eyebrow. "Except that you lost all your money."

Ron blinked, having already forgotten. "Oh, riiight, there is that." Looking back at his new friend, Ron tossed an arm around his shoulder, apparently having accepted the naco loving alien. "You're all right, Mr. Monkey Alien. What planet did you say you were from again?"

"Earth," Tucker said slowly, finding it irritating that this kid would continuously stick to a story he'd made up. "And my name is Tucker. We came from an alternate Earth, almost identical to this one. Not another planet. And the only monkey infested planet I've seen was on the classic Charles Hester movie, World of the Apes."

"Never heard of it. It sounds like the Attack of the Chimp Clones series, even though I never saw any of the sequels. Kim wouldn't let me." Ron looked upwards as he tried to remember why. "Something about how I couldn't handle myself when watching a movie about monkeys, calling the first one a disaster involving me, popcorn, spaghetti, five security guards, and a husher."

Tucker looked at him, confused. "You mean an usher?"

Ron shrugged. "You say tom-ay-to, I say ketchup."

Tucker blinked in confusion. Before he could question the sanity of his guide, however, they both felt a slight breeze coming from above. Looking up, he and Ron both saw their friends leaning over a hovercraft as Kim tried to figure out how to park without crushing anybody.

The girl who could do anything was piloting the odd vehicle extraordinarily well for her first time, unsurprisingly.

Ron scratched his head in confusion. "You stole Drakken's flying car thingy?"

Kim frowned at the accusation. "Ron, we borrowed it."

"Riiight, borrowed," Ron used his fingers to do air quotes.

His girlfriend narrowed her eyes. "With permission!"

Tucker rolled his eyes and climbed in, followed by Ron. There wasn't much room for them in the small craft, so Tucker, Danny, and Sam sat on the edges in the back while Kim and Ron sat on the only two seats. It was a bit of a bumpy ride any time a wind current came from the canyon nearby, and there wasn't anything to grab onto to hold them steady on the edge.

Ron looked back at his universe's guests and noticed that despite the danger, they didn't look at all scared. Maybe slightly nervous, but it was still odd. "Are you sure you don't want to squeeze in more? It's kinda dangerous to be sitting on the sides like that."

Sam shook her head. "We'll be fine."

Ron frowned. "You don't look scared at all. What are you guys, fearless?"

Sam smirked. "Nah, we just know we're in good hands."

At first, Ron thought she was talking about Kim, who was piloting. But even he, with his lack of attentiveness, noticed the look the goth girl gave her friend as she was saying it. What does that mean?

Ignoring the other conversation, Danny leaned forward to talk to Kim. "He's right, though. You should probably drop Sam and me off at the scientist's camp before going up to the rift. Tuck will be just fine without us."

Ron stuck his arm up in the air. "I'm getting off before going near that thing, too!" When everybody turned to look at him thanks to his outburst, he chuckled nervously. "Uh, I mean I wouldn't want to leave you guys by yourselves... in a place you don't know. Heh."

Kim rolled her eyes, but said, "Probably for the best. We can pick up the WadeBot while we're there. Wade should be able to help Tucker speed the process along, whatever it is. The sooner we shut down that thing, the better."

Tucker shrugged, looking down at the ground below. "That's fine with me." It was silent for a few minutes as they neared the scientist camp, until Tucker suddenly frowned in confusion. "Is it just me, or is that a man in a skirt hitting golf balls into the rift?"

Everyone looked over the side, Kim doing so for only a moment so as not to endanger everyone by taking her eyes off the... sky. "Oh, that's just Duff Killigan, the world's deadliest golfer. Ignore him unless he starts monologuing," she finished with a shrug.

Sam, after looking closer, smacked Tucker on the side of the head. "And it's a kilt, not a skirt!"

As they reached the scientist camp, the hovercraft descended to the ground next to Kim's parents, Yori, and the WadeBot. Danny, Sam, and Ron hopped out and watched the WadeBot give a burst to the tiny jets underneath it's chassis, rocketing up into the tiny ship. Kim leaned over the console in front of her in the direction of her mom and dad and shouted, "We're going up to the edge of the rift. Can you keep on eye on them?"

After receiving affirmatives from her folks, the teen hero sat back and yanked on the control stick, blasting off towards the hole in the sky. Tucker screamed as the suddenly trigger-happy cheerleader speeded them off towards a portal leading to certain death. Or a world of chili fries, there really was no telling with these things.

Mrs. Dr. Possible smiled at their guests, saying, "Well, it looks like you'll have to stay in the scientist camp with us scientists, I guess. We really can't leave our posts until this crisis ends. You never know when you might need a brain surgeon."

Kim's dad lifted a finger as he looked through a microscope a few feet away, adding, "Or a rocket scientist." Looking back up and around him, he frowned. "Not that there aren't already plenty here."

He turned towards the kids watching him. "But, I'm sure nobody will mind you being here as long as you don't mention a lack of scientific background."

Danny rubbed his chin thoughtfully, saying "Well, my parents are both scientists."

Mr. Dr. Possible looked surprised. "Really? What field?"

Danny suddenly looked nervous, casting a glance about every which way as he responded. "Uh... well... um... they specialize in... uh, unnatural... occurrences?"

Mr. Dr. Possible raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really?" It was a look and tone that pushed for better specification.

Danny looked down sheepishly. "Ghosts."

The older man smirked. "Yeah, I don't imagine that will help you stay in the area, either."

"Watch it! You nearly blew up my super sonic sonar solution! Keep your cell phone away from it, it's highly sensitive around the signal! And poodles, but I'm working on that!" Everyone turned to see the blue-skinned Drakken waving a fist at someone who was obviously already ignoring him.

Kim's dad frowned. "Then again..."

Sam rolled her eyes, not particularly caring who in regards to, and finished the conversation for Danny. "Don't worry, nobody will notice us. If there's anybody who knows how to be invisible it's Danny." She smirked at him, just for good measure.

Danny rolled his eyes, not being able to help the smile that came to his face.

As the hovercraft, filled with Kim, a machine, and an unknown person, flew away, a mysterious figure broke away from the scientist camp from which he had been blending in. As he made his way into the crowd unnoticed, the man pulled out a cell phone and dialed a number. He ignored Drakken's second shriek of frustration at the unknown cell signal nearby.

A heavily accented voice answered. "Yes?"

"It's me. There's been a development."

A moment of silence. Then the voice replied, "Me who? Is this agent blue? Is my schnitzel ready?"

Blinking in confusion, the spy answered, "Um, no, this is agent black... There's been a development with the tear."

"Oh, you're the agent I sent to get my dry-cleaning. Did they fix the tear?"

Frowning, the agent tried again. "No, I mean the rift. The tear in the sky. What every news station in the world is focused on?"

A moment of contemplative silence before, "Oh, yes! I remember! That was today? I thought we resolved that... Oh, no. Silly me! That was the sonic amplified trans-dimensional vortex I created. When Kim Possible stopped me yet again! We need to put a stop to her once and for all!"

Getting back on track, the agent pushed on. "Well, she's here now. And there's also some kid with a device that I overheard can control the the power of the rift."

His boss's voice sounded very pleased with that bit of news. "Oh! Very excellent! Soon, I shall have everything I need to take over the world! Ha-ha-ha-ha!"

Off in the distance, a mysterious helicopter made its way over the mountaintop. Inside sat two evil schemers bent on ruling the world and becoming a teen pop sensation. Senor Senior Senior was more interested in the former, while his son, Senor Senior Junior, was more interested in the latter.

Senior looked over to his only child. "So, Junior, are you ready to help me enact my dastardly plan for world domination?"

Junior adjusted the uncomfortable helmet on his head once more. "But Father, I don't understand what we are doing!"

"Son, do you remember that scientist's convention last month, when we stole that multilingual brainwave communicator?" At his son's slow nod, Senor Senior Senior continued, "I have implemented that technology into the flashing lights on the top of this helicopter, creating a way to send subliminal messages to the brain via eyesight."

"But Father, what about the blind people?"

The older man blinked. "I guess they'll just have to take their cue from the other people around them. Peer pressure is a powerful influence, you know." Senior shook his head. "The point is, every television in the world is receiving the video from those cameras down there, and they are all focused on the tear in the space/time continuum up here. We are also up here, and if we can get their attention focused on us for just a few minutes, the entire world will be under subconscious orders to follow me! Mwa-ha-ha-ha!"

Junior wagged his finger appreciatively towards his father. "I see you've been working on your villainous laugh again."

Senior put on a face of mock humility. "Oh, do you like it?"

Junior nodded. "Oh, yes. If Kim Possible could hear you now, she would be all shaking in her very fashionable shoes."

Before he could respond, Senior noticed something in the distance. "Well, well, well. It would appear our adversary is presenting us with a grand opportunity. She is parked right in front of the tear. Now all we have to do, is fly up a little close and fire this bazooka I happened to pack in the back." He patted a box behind him.

Senior looked back out the front and continued his diabolical monologue. "When it hits her... ship thing, she'll be lost to the void and every camera down there will shift their attention to us. And within only a matter of moments, the whole world will be primed to do my bidding! After they save us from the hole in the sky, of course."

"Father..."

"In just a few moments, we will have moved close enough to fire the missile with almost no chance of missing. Oh, Junior, today will be a day for celebration!"

"But, Father!"

"Not now, Junior!"

As the father and son duo got closer, they began to notice the helicopter was getting lower. Senior started having trouble controlling the aircraft. "I do not understand. What is going on?"

"I think it is that blinking." Junior point his finger at a flashing light.

Senior stared in confusion. "What? The fuel is empty? But you filled it up this morning!"

Senor Senior Junior rubbed his chin in thought. "I do not recall doing such a thing. But I will take your word for it."

The helicopter's descent suddenly increased and the two found themselves desperately locating their parachutes and jumping out to fall slowly down the cliff into the canyon.

"Well, Junior," Senor Senior Senior sighed, "It looks like we're having to go back to the drawing board." Noticing a grumpy look on his son's face, the billionaire asked, "What is the matter?"

Junior answered in a woeful voice, "I think I have helmet hair."

"Okay, I think that should do it. We're now ready to collapse the rift into itself." The WadeBot turned to Kim, with Wade on the screen smiling, "Keep us steady for a few more minutes Kim, and when the tear starts to shrink, keep up with it. We need to be at the edge for it to completely work."

"Okay," Kim slightly shouted behind her. The rift had not only grown in size, it was now trying to suck them in. The wind surrounding them had picked up as the hole pulled air inside.

Tucker frowned once more at what was happening. "What I don't get is, why is it sucking anything at all? It's not like it's a black hole, there shouldn't be any vacuum to pull the air into."

Wade, on the WadeBot's screen, shrugged. "Maybe the portal opens into an area of space? That would explain the vacuum."

Tucker looked at the tear. "But not why it didn't start right away."

Kim, noticing the two had started contemplating instead of working, shouted, "Maybe it wasn't stable enough to allow anything through. I don't know, but it doesn't matter. You both need to focus on shutting it down now!"

Tucker turned to her and nodded, before putting his attention back on the rift. Putting his PDA in the air, aiming for the center, he started typing the input commands Wade and him had worked out. He would have the whole thing gone within a few minutes, assuming everything went as it was supposed to.

It didn't. Before he had finished the commands and could activate it, he was suddenly distracted by the WadeBot exploding.

Down on the ground, Ron saw an explosion on the ship knock the WadeBot into the hole in the sky. His eyes widened as he saw his friend get sucked into another world, lost forever.

Gripping the sides of his head, Ron fell to his knees shouting, "Wade! NOOOO!"

Suddenly, the Ron-unicator on his pocket turned on, Wade's face appearing on the screen. "Relax, Ron, I'm right here."

Ron blinked and stood up, lowering his arms. He rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment. "Oh, yeah, huh."

Jerking behind her to see what happened, Kim saw the smoking heap of the WadeBot as it fell sideways into the sucking tear in the fabric of reality. Glancing around the craft, Kim spotted another vehicle hovering silently above them. This hovercraft was bigger and looked much more luxurious. As it lowered down next to them, she saw what had blown the WadeBot to pieces. A green, glowing fist. Shego.

But that wasn't all who showed up. "Hello, Kim Possible! This time you will not get in our way!"

Professor Dementor. A short and stout german who wore a helmet on his head that covered everything except the eyes, nose, and mouth. Of course, why they were here was a mystery to the heroic cheerleader. But before she could ask for his reasons, a shout from below carried up and brought all their attentions to a blue man on the ground waving his fist in anger. Drakken, of course.

"Shego, you traitorous wench! You work for me, not Dementor!"

Dementor shouted back, puffing out his chest. "That's Professor Dementor to you, blue boy. And Shego here knows who is most capable of ruling the world!"

Shego shrugged, having returned to her laid back position on her seat, looking beyond bored and filing her fingernails. "Whatever."

Knowing they didn't have much time for conversation, Kim interrupted their little banter. "What do you want, Dementor?"

The german villain turned his attention back on her, calmly shrugging as if he were asking for a small favor. "A little birdie told me you had a device which could control the power of the vortex. I'm here to retrieve it, for my own neferious purposes." Turning to the sidekick that usually belonged to Drakken, he shouted, "Shego! Dispatch of the little red-haired troublemaker, will you?"

Smiling at the opportunity for another fight with her young foe, Shego rose from her seat and dove over to the other ship, completing a roll on the edge that brought her standing in a fighting pose. "Shall we try this again, Kimmie?"

Kim set the hovercraft's controls to keep them steady, then turned to Shego while pounding her right fist into her left hand. "You're on!"

The cheerleader did a forwards flip that landed her in front of Shego on the edge of the craft, and then immediately dodged a kick from the other woman. After sending off a kick of her own to counterattack, then avoiding a glowing punch, she glanced for a quick moment to make sure Tucker was all right.

Tucker was fine. He just found himself staring in awe at the two battling women in front of a tear to another universe. The two had obviously done this type of thing all the time, as they seemed to just fall into what seemed almost like a well-practiced dance. He could stare at them for a while, without paying any attention to the PDA slowly being pulled from his loose grasp. Wait a second...

Tucker glanced down to see that Dementor had snuck over to their craft and was stealing the PDA right from Tucker's hand. Sam would have a field day with him if she heard about that. Tucker grabbed the edge before the whole thing was taken, and held on tight as he and the professor engaged in an game of tug-of-war.

Dementor practically growled in annoyance. "This...will...be mine!" He suddenly kicked out at Tucker, knocking the dark-skinned boy into a chair. The villain lifted the PDA in the air in victory. "AH-HA-HA-HA-HA! I now have the power to control the vortex! None shall..."

He didn't get much further in his speech before Kim flipped away from Shego for a moment, jumped, and performed a spinning kick into Dementor's hand, then flipped back to her regular fighting opponent while avoiding an attack. The device itself flew past the stunned Tucker, bounced on the ship, and flew over the edge to the depths below.

Everything would have been lost at that instant, had Tucker not had an ace up his sleeve. A secret no one on this world knew about. The ability to do something that would get him out of almost any bad situation.

He screamed, "DANNY!"

Luckily for him, Sam heard him and smacked Danny across the back of the head for not paying attention. The ghost boy looked up and saw Tucker pointing down, screaming, "PDA!" Leaping from where he'd been bent over, looking at some fascinating equipment, he quickly went ghost and dove through the ground, taking a shortcut to the canyon below. Once he got there, hovering next to the cliff, he threw up a huge but weak ghost shield. It went above him in a half sphere that bent in towards him, looking a bit like a satellite dish. A moment later, he could hear a clacking sound as the PDA landed somewhere on it and tumbled down to rest right above his hands.

Smiling, Danny dropped the shield and caught the device, flying up into the air to land on the grassy plateau. In front of an entire world's worth of news journalists. Aw, crud...

Having averted disaster, Tucker smiled and turned back, only to realize that he was alone against a villainous mastermind. He looked into the professor's glaring eyes, and felt a rush of courage enter him. He stood up straight as they approached each other.

It was time to show what their fighting skills were worth, in a fierce battle.

Tucker and Dementor turned their heads away, closing their eyes as their hands went wild, slapping a frenzy at each other. Neither one was getting many hits in, but their arms were sure moving fast. Tucker held his tongue between his teeth, feeling it stick out while he gave it his all. But Dementor refused to back off.

Suddenly Tucker stopped and backed off, flinging his hands down at his sides to pump blood back into his arms. "Can we call a time out? I need a moment. My arms are killing me!"

Professor Dementor blinked. "You remind me of Miss Possible's other sidekick, what's-his-name."

Tucker frowned and protested. "I am not her sidekick!" As he sat on the nearby chair, he mumbled to himself, "I'm Danny's. And Sam's, for that matter. But not anybody else's!"

The villain ignored him, preparing to step over the edge of the craft to return to his own. Suddenly, an idea hit him. An opportunity too good to waste. Dementor smiled, sinisterly reaching for the controls of Drakken's hovercraft. He could afford to lose Shego, if it meant getting rid of Kim Possible. All he had to do was flick a few switches, jump back into his own hover vehicle, and pull away before either fighter realized what was happening. They would all be lost for eternity! And with both of them so focused on the other, this would be as easy as Apfelstrudel.

However, as Dementor leaned forward to send the two to their doom, he suddenly realized something. He'd already forgotten there was a third passenger: the dark-skinned kid with a strange red beret whom he'd just been fighting. The revelation hit him hard, hurting about as much as the boot on his hand.

Dementor tried to pull free, attempting to not cry out in pain in the process. He looked up and the boy's fist flung forward, smashing into his helmeted face. Dementor yanked back, crying out in pain.

Tucker had fared no better, pulling his hand back and shouting while he held it, wrapping it in his shirt. Punching someone with a metal helmet covering most of their face may not have been the best idea. Both hero and villain danced from the minor pains each suffered, while Kim and Shego continued their hair-raising battle on the edges of the two platforms hanging in front of a growing vortex of deadly power.

Finally, Kim got a lucky hit in and tossed Shego over her head into the other vehicle. One hard look at Dementor caused him to widen his eyes, jumping in after his accomplice. He pointed a finger at her and shouted, "You think you have beaten me, Miss Possible? Ha!"

He pulled back the ship and pressed a button. A giant laser came out from the bottom. "Now witness the firepower of this fully armed and operational death laser! If I can't have the device, neither can you!"

Kim raised an eyebrow. "A death laser? Really?"

"Silence!" Dementor roared. It was hardly an intense roar, but it was a bit more than a shout. "You will pay for your arrogance against me!" The death laser hummed to life, charging up.

Kim rolled her eyes and pulled out a hair-dryer with a grappling hook in the end. Firing it at the base of the laser, it connected and attached itself to it. She yanked it and sparks flew out of the bottom of the other hovercraft. Smoke started pouring out, and the vehicle's hover capabilities sputtered. The evil duo slowly started dropping downwards.

Professor Dementor's eyes widened as he said, much more quietly, "Oh. This is not good."

Shego slapped her face in frustration, muttering about the bozos she always ends up working for.

The craft sputters and dies on them, sending them both falling far below. Two parachutes open up on the way down, one green and black and the other with Dementor's face painted on.

Tucker cheered and pumped his arm. "That was awesome! We showed them!"

Kim smiled, shaking her head.

Tucker's eyes widened, remembering the PDA and the reason they were there. He ran to the edge of the craft, all of two quick steps, and searched the area below for his friend. Upon spotting Danny, standing there nervously while Sam heroically battled fierce reporters for him, Tuck shouted, "Danny! We need the PDA to shut this thing down!"

Danny looked up, smiling in relief. He hurriedly flew up into the air, his legs disappearing into what would best be described as a wispy tail. Leveling himself with the craft, Danny handed Tucker the PDA to deal with the hole between universes.

While Tucker turned and went to the other side of the hovercraft to deal with that, the ghost boy noticed Kim staring at him. Looking at her, he raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Yes?"

"Why's your hair white?"

Back on the ground of the plateau, all attempts to keep reporters from crossing over into the scientist camp had been abandoned. The boy who could change colors and fly, and who knows what else, now firmly had everyone's attention. Unfortunately, after he had flown up to deliver whatever he had caught, the strange boy had not return. He seemed to just hover there, watching whatever was going on.

A few reporters had spotted the boy talking to a gothically dressed girl, probably his girlfriend, and were now pestering her for information.

"Excuse me, miss-"

"Who was that-"

"How do you know-"

"Miss, what's your name?"

The girl rubbed her temples as she finally responded to a question, "Sam Manson."

"Miss Manson, what is your relationship-"

"Who was that-"

"What is your friend's name?"

Sam shoved her hands in the air, almost in a form of surrender. "All right! I will answer a few questions if you all promise to leave me alone afterwards!" Looking around at the small group of reporters who had singled her out, she saw a majority of agreement. Close enough.

Sam took a deep breath before letting it out. "His name is Danny Phantom in his ghost form." She waited as a whispering of "ghosts" went through them, grabbing their interest even more. "He's a half ghost, half human hybrid. His human name is Danny Fenton. And he is my boyfriend. We, and my other friend up there with Kim Possible, are from an alternate world. We are traveling to worlds where events like that," Sam pointed up at the hole in the sky, "are taking place so that we can fix them. Which is what Tucker is doing right now."

Even as she said it, a distant shout was heard saying, "Look! The rift is collapsing!" Instantly, everyone's attention spun towards the tear in the universe above them as it got smaller, the tendrils that had started appearing on the edges pulling inward as the whole thing began dissipating back into the nothingness that it came from.

All over the news group, people turned towards the cameras focused on them and spoke to the basic extent of, "Somehow, Kim Possible has done it again!"

One of the reporters near Sam shouted, "And Danny Phantom!" Immediately, the name caught on and was whispered through the crowd. The reporters now had an identity for the mysterious being flying with the heroic cheerleader.

"And here they come!"

As they approached the crowds below, Danny saw that it was a frenzy. At the moment, the last thing he wanted was to be bombarded by reporters on another world. It was bad enough when it happened on his own, when his secret first got out.

He racked his brain for an idea, eventually coming across a good one. He turned to Kim and said, "Hey! Go and pick up your friend and meet Sam and me over there!" The ghost boy pointed to a hill with a steep edge a good distance from the crowds. They would have several minutes of peace before anyone outside of a helicopter could get to them.

Kim instantly knew what he had in mind, and nodded whole-heartedly. She lowered the hovercraft to match his descending speed, but pulled up sooner than he did so as not to test the controls. It would be a bad idea to crash at this point.

While Kim and Tucker grabbed Ron, Danny had angled himself towards Sam. She was surrounded by reporters and looking quite glad to see him return. He signaled her to prepare herself and she nodded, agreeing.

The news people in the area tried to avoid the quickly moving figure of a glowing kid in a white and black jumpsuit. It didn't matter, though, because Danny simply phased through the slower moving ones, sending a shudder through to their spines. He reached out and slowed long enough to grab Sam, turning her intangible as well. They both flew up into the bright sky, which was showing the first signs of sunset, allowing themselves to be oblivious to anything else happening below.

Staring at the sky ahead of her, Sam smiled. "Can you believe, Danny? A whole 'nother world! I had almost forgotten with everything that was going on. This isn't the same sky we grew up under."

Danny smiled, looking around in wonder as well. "Yeah. I've always wanted to grow up to be an astronaut. Who'd have thought I'd be skipping universes first?" He chuckled.

Sam allowed herself a rare moment of cuddling up to him as they sailed gently through the breeze, lowering down to where their hosts were currently landing. Looking around, at the mountain range and clouds and all the colors, the sight was beautiful. "I hope all the worlds are this nice."

Danny laughed. "It's the Swiss Alps, Sam. We have them at home. Besides, wouldn't you rather it be gloomy with dark clouds up above."

Sam jabbed at him with her elbow, going extra light for fear of falling. "What I meant was that I hope the worlds, and specifically the areas we travel to, are like our own. In a good way, of course. Not the bad things in our world, but the good things, like this place. And if you ever tell anyone I like fluffy white clouds better than gloomy dark ones, I'll show you exactly how dark I can get." She made a fist to emphasize her point, but she knew Danny saw her hiding a smile.

They soon landed, and walked up to Tucker.

"Hey guys! Kim's friend, Wade, is a super genius! Even I'm jealous! Between the two of us, I've just about got this enhanced PDA all figured out!"

"Uh, where is Wade, exactly?"

"Huh? Oh, right!" Tucker sheepishly unhooked a device from his belt and held it up. It had a screen showing a kid at a computer, slurping on a large drink.

"Hey, guys!" he waved. "Nice seeing you again!"

"Anyways," Tucker excitedly moved on, "we're just about to test this thing to make sure it works. You guys ready?"

Without even waiting for confirmation, Tucker turned and pointed to a random spot, pressing a button. Slowly, a rift similar to the one they'd just shut down formed. This one was obviously far more stable.

Sam nodded approvingly. "Good job, Tucker. I think we can leave you in charge of the portal opening and closing."

He frowned in annoyance as he grumbled, "It's my PDA..."

Danny, however, had other things on his mind. "I hope we didn't freak anyone out too badly with my ghost powers. I tried not to use them, but..."

Kim waved off his apology. "Please, it's no big. Our world has its share of craziness, believe me. Did you not see the woman with the green glowing hands?"

Danny looked relieved. "So, you guys don't have a problem with me having ghost powers?"

Ron pointed at himself as he said, "Hey, I know all about having special abilites. I've got mystical monkey powers! It makes me a rockin' awesome fighter in monkey kung fu!" Ron vertically chopped his hand through the air as he let out a sound of, "Hya!"

Rufus climbed out of the blonde boy's pocket and did a karate chop and kick, letting out similar but higher pitched noises. Ron pointed his thumb at his small friend at the reminder as he said, "Oh, yeah, and Rufus, too."

Tucker looked confused. "Monkey power? Hold on, I thought you were afraid of monkeys?"

Ron frowned as he lowered his arms. "Why do you think I don't use it?"

Danny smiled and shook his head. Looking around at everybody, he decided it was time to go. "Well, it was great meeting you."

Kim looked a bit sad as she shook his hand, then Sam's and Tucker's. "Be careful, there's probably plenty of crazy stuff waiting for you out there."

Sam nodded. "We will. We've got each other, though, so we'll be fine."

Tucker shook Kim's hand, then Ron's. "It was great knowing you guys! Thanks for the nacos!" He held up a drippy bag with the words "Bueno Nacho" on the side.

Sam looked at it in disgust. "Tucker!"

Danny laughed as he turned to the portal waiting on them. "Okay, guys, let's go!"

Just as they were about to hop through the tear, Ron noticed a figure coming up the steep hill. "Hey, there's Yori!" Danny, Sam, and Tucker stopped and waved to her. She bowed and then gave a small wave as well.

"That was a sign of respect," Ron said, proud of that nugget of knowledge he had.

Rolling her eyes at the retorts she could have made but didn't, Sam jumped fearlessly into the rift. She was quickly followed by Danny and Tucker, as they moved on to a new adventure in the next world programmed into the PDA. The portal closed behind them, collapsing in on itself with a light sucking sound.

Kim smiled, staring at the spot where she had last seen them. "They make a good team, don't they?"

Ron nodded in agreement, before amending with, "Of course, they're no Team Stoppable."

"Possible," Kim corrected, emphatically, "and I don't know. Something tells me they have quite a journey ahead of them. I wonder if we'll ever see them again..."

Deep in the jungles of Africa, in a mountain surrounded with signs saying "Do Not Disturb, World Domination in Progress", a madman plots his masterful conquering of the Earth.

"Mwa-ha-ha-ha-agh *cough* ACK!"

Dr. Drakken grabbed a cup of water, drinking a swallow before continuing with a clearing of his throat. "*ahem* With all the data I retrieved on the rift, and what I intercepted from Killigan's golf ball shaped probes, I will now be able to create my own stabilized tear in the space/time continuum!"

Looking towards the entrance of the room, where Shego had just appeared while carrying an enormous magnet, Drakken's smile grew. He ran over and grabbed a trailing cord, plugging it in before continuing his monologue. "And now, with Dementor's electromagnetic flux stabilizer, that Shego stole for me when she was pretending to work for him, I'll now be able to control the size and shape of any rift I create. And once I have shown the world what I am now capable of, everyone will now tremble and bow before me! Dr. Drakken!"

Shego watched with a raised eyebrow as her boss chuckled lightly, trying not to fall back into a coughing fit, with his hands splayed in the air in victory. She found herself really hoping he wouldn't do the happy dictator dance again. "You do realize you over-used the word "now" in your rant again, right?"

Drakken paused and sent her a glare. "Shush, Shego, and let me revel in my moment of glorious victory!"

He ran over and practically petted his supercomputer a few feet away. "After all, I just moved all the information I require to take over the world into this one computer! The only copy of the most priceless formulas in existence are on this computer and my little flash drive in my pocket!"

Shego frowned as she looked at the rather heavy magnet in her hands. "Are you sure it's a good idea to have a giant magnet in the vicinity of your computer?"

"What do you mean?"

Suddenly a heavy shaking overtook the machine, and it started wobbling as Shego's magnet did the same. Drakken looked warily between the two, hesitantly saying, "Shego? Why do I suddenly have a bad feeling?"

Shego couldn't answer at that moment due to gritting her teeth, because while the computer was trying to pull away from the wall, the magnet was strongly pulling from her. She did manage to growl out, "I...can't...hold...on...much..."

Her strength gave out and the giant device flew as fast as a bullet to the other side of the room, crashing into the computer. Before it had even hit, all data was lost forever.

Drakken's jaw dropped open as he stared. He sadly pulled his flash drive out of his pocket. "Well, at least I have the backup data."

With only a quick wobble as warning, the flash drive darted from his grasp and stuck to the side of the magnet.

Both villains stood there for a moment, staring. Finally Dr. Drakken fell to his knees in anguish, crying out, "NOOOOOO!"

As the blue villain wept, Shego growled out a sigh, rubbing her temples. Time to pull out the sunlamps and lounging pool chair for a nice, staycation tan.

Next Time...

"Dakota Union High." Danny read aloud. "Dakota? Never been here, before."

"My name's Virgil. Virgil Hawkins."

"The Meta-Breed are attacking Static and Gear!"

"You're in over your head, he-ro. This time we've got an ace up our sleeve."

Danny stared in horror. "No... it can't be!"