Chapter 19

(Bonnie and her cheerleaders were at their table right next to the wet spot.

"Do you think 'Fight, Jr. Mad Dogs, fight!' sounds good?" Tara wondered.

"I think so, T! Or maybe 'Bark for a touchdown!' has a bit more...how do you say...fight, in it!" Bonnie replied. "Anywho, I gotta look my best for Picture Day. I have to prove to my idiot sisters Connie and Lonnie that I can look as beautiful as those two ugly step-sisters who are actually sisters! I also belive that Possible could become one of us!"

Tara, however, wasn't sold on the idea of Kim becoming a walking stereotype of a cheerleader, the variant that would be viewed as dim and vain.

"B, are you sure you know what you are doing?"

"T, I am sure! She can become, say, like a little version of mini-me! Think of all the possibilities, no pun intended on her name! Making fun of people below us on the Food Chain, barely passing her subjects and putting 'kick-me' signs on nerds! Oooh! This is so twisted!"

Bonnie wringed her hands like that of an old vaudeville villain, plotting and scheming.

Ron and Kim were walking on their way to a nearby table.

"Do you think setting up a website is a good idea?" Kim wondered.

"I think it could be." Ron said, holding the tray with spaghetti with both hands. "You could get a lot more business with your mad babysitting skills! The little tykes love you!"

"Maybe...with the exception of the Tweebs of course." Kim muttered. "They always try to make my life miserable! But you may be onto something, Ron! I could try to start out my site before the cheer tryouts!"

"I know you can get them under contr...oooooooooooooooooooooool!" Ron said before he felt something slippery beneath his feet. He slipped and fell on his buttocks. As he did so, the plastic bowl with the spaghetti flew in the air. To make matters worse, Ron heard something rip from his behind, followed with a chorus of laughter from other surrounding students.

"Ron!" Kim exclaimed, rushing over to her best friend "Are you all right?"

"It's okay, KP! I'm in one piece!" Ron replied, standing up.

Kim then looked at his skinny jeans and added, blushing very heavily, 'Sadly, Ron...your pants didn't make it!"

As it turns out, he had ripped his girly jeans and it began to show Pandaroo boxer shorts!

"And why did you have to wear that type of underwear...?" Kim uttered.

"They were the only clean pair that I had!" Ron shouted for all the cafeteria to hear. Almost everyone hooted and hollered with laughter.

Ron then looked at his empty tray, "Um, where did the spaghetti go, KP?"

Kim then looked at the cheerleader table and replied, "Ron...you might wanna take a look a this..."

One angry young 12 1/2 year old brunette and her cheerleaders were not laughing with the other students. The other cheerleaders merely exchanged a mean glare, while Bonnie was growling, gritting her teeth. Her done-up hair was covered with the awful smell of MHS mystery meat, tomato sauce, and spaghetti noodles. However, her $100 blue dress that she bought from Club Banana Jr. was not affected.

"You...idiotic...LOSER!"

Kim glared at Bonnie angrily and snapped back, "Don't call Ron by that name!"

"Oh yeah, Kim? Look at what he did to my hair!"

"Here, lemme help you up!" the redheaded pre-teen added.

"Thanks, KP!" Ron smiled at her before turning an angry look at the junior high cheer captain.

Ron then complained to Bonnie, "It wasn't my fault that spaghetti got over you...um...whoever your name is. The slippery floor made me do it!" He clumsily got up with the aid of Kim.

"That is so the lamest excuse if I ever heard one!" Bonnie sneered, "And because of you, Stoppable, my hair is totally ruined for Picture Day!"

"Oh come on, it's not like it's the end of the world for you! You should really amp down on the anger levels." the young Kim replied before grabbing her tray of lunch food. She then slipped on the floor and it went flying in the air. Kim, with quick reflexes, grabbed the milk, candy bar, and pudding cup.

However, her plastic bowl of spaghetti spilled all over Bonnie's blue dress! And at that moment, the rest of Ron's jeans just fell apart, exposing the full Pandaroo boxers in view of the public.

Her teal eyes narrowed with rage and sheer terror at the underwear-clad Ron and at Kim.

"AAARRGGGHHHHH! YOU INSOLENT BUFFOONS! This cost me $100!"

Ron was indeed extremely frightened of this enraged brunette with her outfit and hair completely ruined by his sheer clumsiness.

"But...but...but...I have my imaginary friend, Rufus! " Ron stammered, but it was no use. Bonnie grabbed her purple plastic lunchbox and was about to slap a defenseless Ron on the face but Kim grabbed the purple lunchbox from Bonnie' s hand.

"Ah...thanks, Kim!" Bonnie smirked, calming down a bit "Now, I can forgive you for this whole little 'incident', if you use my lunchbox to slap the loser in the face!"

Kim looked at Bonnie, and then at Ron, and then angrily slammed it down to the floor!

"You...DO NOT...hit Ron that way, Bonnie!" she screamed. "You would have to go through me first!"

Bonnie was taken by surprise by Kim's actions.

"You're...you're defending the LOSER?" the brunette exclaimed.

"Duh! Yeah! He has been my best friend since pre-K!"

Bonnie thought of punching this smart-mouth in the face for denying her the chance to avenge her ruined hair and dress. However, she relented from doing so for fear of losing her position on the cheer squad and risking suspension.

She backed away from the duo and sneered at them. Her chance of molding and fleshing Kim into a mean cheerleader has been shot down.

"Because of what you did...Possible...we can NEVER EVER be friends!" she scowled.

"I can live with that, Bonnie!" Kim smirked at her newfound rival.

"Oh yeah?" Bonnie countered while holding a pencil to Kim's name on the cheer tryout clipboard. "I could erase your name from the list of girls trying out from the final cheer spot tomorrow..."

She held the eraser of the pencil over Kim's name, waiting to delete her name for good like a common cockroach.

However, Bonnie didn't do so and instead put the pencil right on her ear.

"...but I'd rather enjoy seeing you fail at the tryouts! Let's face it, K, there is no way you're going to make it on MY squad!"

"Just so to let you know, B, you've never heard of my family motto before!" Kim barked back.

"And that would be...?" Bonnie scoffed.

"Anything is possible for a Possible! And don't you forget it, Rockwaller!"

"Oh yeah? I'll make sure that the course will be rough on you!" Bonnie countered.

"Yeah, first of all, you might wanna wash that spaghetti over your messed-up hair!" Kim snickered.

Bonnie huffed and marched on to the double doors that lead to the cafeteria and propped them open.

"I will get every single noodle out of my perfect hair! And I will make sure that you will NEVER make the squad!"

And with that, she gave an evil laugh at Kim and slammed the doors.

"What are we going to do, KP?" Ron asked while briefly glancing at the ruined jeans on the floor.

"Ron, get your mom to bring you some shorts! We're going to make Miss Rockwaller eat her own words!"