A/N Well, originally I was going to try and write these in order of the episodes, but I don't think that is going to happen; instead, I'm just going to write them in them in the order I get ideas-so I guess it really depends on which episodes I've seen recently.

Again, thanks to Eddy13 for beta checking, and everyone who has reviewed.

From the episode "Low Budget."

Chapter 3: Paulie

Kim: Thanks for the ride, Paulie

Paulie: What, are you kidding? Your campaign for alternate side of the street parking awareness saved my life over there.

Kim: What's ten thousand windshield flyers, no big.

Oy. I don't think I have ever walked that much in a single day. Who knew that passing out ten thousand flyers would take so long. Note to self: Never pass out flyers again. Actually, it wasn't so bad; Ron was there with me most of the time, so he did a lot of work too. Between the two of us, we've probably walked more today than anyone in history.

I like to help lots of people, with lots of different things, and I've handed out flyers before-but I never realized how big a job it could be if you only have two people. Besides handing out the flyers, we had to drive all over town, talk to people we passed, people getting out of their cars; we even made a couple of trips inside some businesses to place the flyers up where they could be seen. It was really sort of amazing how such a simple activity has so many things that need to be done.

Actually, what was surprising was how I had to save someone while handing out the flyers-I never would have thought that something like alternate side of the street parking awareness could actually prevent a dangerous situation. It seems like such a simple thing, just something that you tell people, and they do it. After seeing what happened today, though, I think it's more important then ever...

X X X X

"I so can't believe I signed up to do this." Kim moaned.

"And I can't believe that you made me come and help you."

Kim and Ron stood shoulder to shoulder, looking at the ten piles of paper sitting in front of them, a thousand pages in each stack. The red headed teen had thought that this would be a simple job, just help pass out some flyers, talk to a few people as she walked by them on the side walk, and be back by lunch. That was before she was told that the entire volunteer staff had come down with dysentery after visiting some place called Port Mystic Cove Haven. Now, the two of them had to pass out all the flyers, a job that was supposed to take fifty people almost an hour to do.

Ron leaned against the side of the truck they had borrowed, and whistled. "That's a lot of paper." He frowned and turned to her. "What was this for again?"

"Alternate side of the street parking awareness." Kim answered, still a little preoccupied with how she was going to get the paper handed out.

"Alternate...Streetside...Weirdness?"

The red head finally focused on her friend, and repeated what she had said. "Alternate side of the street parking awareness. It means that the people who park their cars on one side of the street have to move them to the other side on certain days. You know, for street cleaning and stuff."

She sighed, then reached down, picking up a small pile of the papers, handing them to Ron, then grabbing a few for herself. It hardly made a dent.

"Look, Ron, you start on the left side there, and I'll start on the right, and we'll just go down this street, putting the pages under the windshields, you know?"

She turned her back for a second, checking her list of streets they had to visit, and trying to figure out how long it would take them. She turned back, watching as Ron slipped and let the papers fly from his grasp.

"Ron!"

"On it!"

He dashed out, trying to grab a few of the papers, making his way out in to the middle of the street. Instantly there were a number of blaring horns and screeching of tires as people weaved around him, avoiding the crazy blond chasing the papers. Fortunately, no one hit him, and he was soon on the other side of the street, chasing the pages. He stopped for a second, and to Kim's complete surprise, the papers caught the wind, then rushed at the parked cars, each flyer slipping right under a windshield wiper.

She gaped at him in amazement. The blond made his way back over to Kim, then leaned up against the side of the truck, with a small smirk. "Well, that was very serendipitous."

His best friend gave him a sidelong glance, and he shrugged. "School word." He went around and hopped up on the truck's tailgate. "I'm done. Let me know when you're ready to go to the next area."

Kim growled low for a second, eying him, before grabbing a stack of papers, then walking over and slapping it against his chest. "Well, if you're done then, you can help me with my side of the street."

The blond slipped off the tailgate with a grumble, following her out to put the flyers in place.

X X X X

"Excuse me, sir, have you heard about the new alternate side of the street parking law?"

Kim quickly handed the man a flyer, explaining everything he needed to know about the system. He smiled and took it from her, thanking her, then continuing on his way. The red head turned and looked down at the last few papers in her stack; she quickly put them under the last vehicles on this street, then turned and headed back up towards the truck. They were only about half-way done.

As Kim made her way up the sidewalk, she watched as Ron passed out his last couple of flyers, then rushed across the street towards her. She winced as she heard more horns blaring as he crossed the street; finally he joined her. "Five thousand pages to go."

Ron looked at her incredulously. "You say that like it's a good thing. We're only halfway?"

She nodded.

"Great Googly Moogly."

They reached the truck, and he flopped forward onto the tailgate, his head resting against the metal bed. Instantly he jerked upwards, yelping. "Ow, hot, hot, it burns."

Kim sighed, then pulled out one of the water bottles they had in a cooler in the back, splashing some water on her hand that she then slapped against her friend's head. He winced for a second, then smiled. "Oh, that feels nice."

The teen smirked, reaching her other hand down to grab some ice from the cooler. She picked up a particularly large piece, then slid her hand up past Ron's shoulders, before dropping it down his back. He yelped again, quickly spinning and grasping at his back as the cold ice slid down. Finally it dropped to the ground with a wet 'thup.' The blond started to reach for his own piece of ice to respond in kind, but Kim grabbed his hands, holding him back.

Realizing that they could use a quick break, Kim went around to the front of the truck, and leaned in the cab, pulling out a large towel that she spread across the tailgate. She then hopped up, and Ron joined her, drinking from some of the water they had brought along. The redhead looked at her friend. "Um, Ron?" He returned her look with a quizzical glance.

"You need to be more careful."

"Careful? Is that about putting my head on the tailgate?"

She shook her head. "No. Well, yes, but not just about that. You need to watch what you're doing, to make sure you don't get hurt or something. You were running after those papers, right into the middle of the street. You did the same thing when you came back after delivering those last flyers."

"I was watching." He said, defensively.

"No, you weren't." The red head insisted. "You're my best friend, Ron, and I don't want anything to happen to you. Sometimes you don't pay attention to things like here, or when we are on our missions. I just don't want you to get hurt. Will you promise to stay safe, and pay more attention? For me?"

Ron looked into her green eyes, captivated for a heartbeat. "Sure, KP, you know I'll do anything for you." He continued staring back at her, then blinked and shook his head to clear his thoughts. "I'll pay more attention to what I'm doing, I promise." He turned away from her, then frowned for a second. "Hey, isn't that street sweeper moving kinda fast?"

The teen was about to chide him for getting distracted again, when she noticed that he was right-the street sweeper was moving pretty fast. What made it even worse was that a truck had just parked on the side of the road, with a set of long, steel tubes poking out of the back, directly in line with the vehicle. The driver must not have realized that he shouldn't park on that side of the road, because the street sweeper was coming through. If it kept at its current pace, it would slam into the truck, and whoever was inside the sweeper would get skewered.

Kim dashed to her feet, leaving Ron back at the truck. She crossed the distance to the other vehicle in seconds, quickly racing past it to the sweeper. She dived inside, slapping at the controls, causing the vehicle to finally slow and come to a stop. At the same time, she noted that the man driving the vehicle was bent down, looking around the floorboards. He looked up at her in surprise, then tilted his head upwards to see the vehicle parked in front, the sweeper's windshield just inches from the metal pipes.

He looked at Kim in surprise, back at the pipes, then at her again. "Thanks, miss, you saved me. I dropped my water bottle here, and bent down to get it-I totally missed those things."

The teen smiled, "Oh, it was no big, we just noticed that you were going to hit that and I figured I need to stop you. I'm Kim Possible, by the way."

"Paulie." The man offered, shaking her hand. "What're you doing out here on this hot day, anyway?"

Finally by this point, Ron had rushed up, a stack of papers in his hand. "Alternate Streetside Weirdness, get your flyer."

Kim shook her head. "Time and place, Ron, this isn't it." She turned to the man. "We're handing out flyers for alternate side of the street parking awareness."

"Really?" Paulie exclaimed, grinning. "Boy, that's great, you wouldn't believe how many times I've almost been hit, or almost hit something because people park on the wrong side of the street. This should really help out. Thank you, thank both of you. Listen, if you ever need a favor, let me know."

"Sure thing, Paulie, thanks. Well, we need to go hand out the rest of these flyers." She grabbed a few papers from Ron, then turned and waved, walking off. "Bye."

As the street sweeper headed off to continue his job, Kim turned to her best friend. "See, eyes open, you've always got to be watching things, or else you may never know what's going to happen. Good job spotting him."

"Thanks." He smiled, then took the rest of the pages back from her hand. "Hey, why don't you bring the truck around? I'll finish up the pages on this side of the street."

"Um, okay." Surprised, she passed the papers over, then turned and set out for the truck. She pulled it around, traveling further up the street, where she could walk back down with her own stack of pages, and they could meet in the middle. She got out, grabbed her papers, then started handing them out.

"Excuse me, sir, but have you heard about alternate side of the street parking..."