Chapter 49 – Best Novel and Best Short Story (and some in-house matters)
(10:20pm)
After Gemini and his henchmen flew off with a captive Sarah, Sharper announced a five-minute recess so that he can try and recollect what happened.
Kim and Ron went backstage.
It was clear that Sharper was filled with frustration that Sarah was captured and that no one else in the Rockwaller Mansion told Global Justice about the hidden network of tunnels.
He felt extremely frustrated and whenever he got frustrated, he often suffers headaches. But this headache would be one of the most painful that he's ever experienced.
Sharper began to ask himself many questions.
"How could I have left Sarah backstage?! How did I fail to inform the servants to tell them about the tunnels?! Why was I that stupid and blind?!"
"Sharper!" Kim said, "The crowd needs you!"
"What's the use, Kim?" Sharper sighed, "Maybe I ain't cut out for the Fannies hosting gig! I got one of my best friends in the fandom kidnapped by that megalomaniac Gemini!"
Rufus patted Sharper on the back for comfort.
"Are you kidding?" Kim smiled. "That has been the most suspenseful and exciting Fannies ceremony that I've ever been at! You're doing a very good job, Sharper! Keep it up!"
"And the food was so bon-diggety good!" Ron exclaimed with satisfaction.
"But..." Sharper stammered, obviously worried, "...what about Sarah?"
"Don't worry! Me, Ron, and the rest of our Global Justice team will find Sarah. You worry about continuing on with the ceremony! Remember, my show still plays in the little TV in your hearts! The show must go on!" Kim insisted. "We'll be back in time to make sure that we'll present the Best Author award!"
Sharper couldn't help but smile. "Thanks, Kim!"
"Ron...we got a job to do!" Kim said to her husband, "We have to find Sarah AND find WEE's latest base!"
"On it, KS!" Ron replied.
"We're going to have to change to the GJ uniforms and leave them in the dressing room backstage! We'll come back for them when the mission is done!"
Meanwhile, Servant 398 reported in the shadows, "Your Majesty, both the Stoppables are headed out of the mansion for their mission!"
Bonnie chuckled evily from her royal box, holding a pair of scissors in her hand. "Good. It's time for us to go to work...after my favorite servant presents the next pair of awards!"
"Oh, and get some blue tarp for the roof. I don't want any rainwater to ruin any of my opera house's precious treasures!"
"And also, Your Majesty, you're going to be on stage for the next award, which is Best Novel, with your number one Servant!"
"Ooooh! I don't wanna be late!" Bonnie exclaimed while standing up from her throne and going down the elevator.
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Coming back to the stage, Sharper recomposed himself to the remaining audience, which numbered about 775 due to Gemini's intervention.
"As I was saying, before the bad guys rudely interrupted the show, one of the Fannie awards will be discontinued after tonight. And that is going to be the Best Writing Team award. We have had no winner in this award for the last two years, including this year, and there has been a severe lack of author teamups aside from the duo of Sentinel and Cajunbear in the form of Bearsent176. So, in its place will be one returning award and one new award to make it an even 30 awards starting with the 2017 Fannies."
A video screen displaying two Golden Rufuses was shown to the crowd.
"The returning award that will take place of the Best Writing Team award is going to be Best Mature Story. It is what the name implies, the best Mature-rated story within the fandom. It can be about any pairing but it has to follow the website's guidelines. Furthermore, only Mature stories that are more than six chapters and/or 15,000 words will be eligible for the award. The other new award will be titled as Best Drakgo. Again, it says it right there on the tin. This award is bestowed to the best story that features Drakken and Shego...or in our case tonight, Dr. Lipsky and Sheila...as a romantic pairing. This award will be placed between the Best Kigo and Best Kim/Ron awards!"
Once the video screen displaying the two new awards went to back, Sharper went back to business on giving out awards.
"Our next award is going to be presented, oddly enough, by me and, of course, your host, Her Majesty, Miss Bonnie Rockwaller!"
Bonnie came back into the auditorium, smirking at her servant. The crowd cheered on their feet for her majesty, with the obvious exception of the Possibles and Stoppable families.
"Ready to present another award, servant?" the Queen asked with a smile on her face.
"You know I am, My Queen! Give another round of applause for Miss Rockwaller here!" Sharper insisted. The crowd cheered louder for the brunette as she got onto the stage.
"Our next award that we are going to present is...um...what's the award again?" the Queen asked.
"Best Novel-Sized Story, Your Majesty." Sharper said. "This award honors an KP epic much the same way it does for...that other award for movies that I can't name for copyright reasons. Kim gets in all sorts of sitches from dealing with Team Probable to what sort madness that goes in Sentinel's stories."
"I'm glad that Mrs. Stoppable isn't here at the moment. I'd be done for." Sentinel said backstage.
"That's what happens when you put Bon-Bon in charge of the video clips." Cajunbear retorted.
"I do have some part in them, but not much. As for my servant..." Bonnie said, "...me being friends with K? So not going to happen!"
"I admit, My Queen, I'm good at experimenting!" Sharper said, referring to his own Redheaded Cheerleader story...that he hasn't updated in two years.
"Anyways..." the Queen said, "...the six finalists for Best Novel-Sized Story are..."
Being More Than A Simulacrum – ChrisTheCynic
Jim, Tim, and Felix were closer to the front of the cart, with Wade and Zita further back, closer to Place and Joss.
Wade was faced with three guards in plate armor and . . . barely managing to not get killed. He wasn't even damaging them at this point.
Zita was fighting four and she was doing better than Wade, but it was clear that even if she took one or two with her she'd lose in the end.
"Help Wade!" Zita shouted.
Place headed off to do that when Joss grabbed onto her arm. Place said, "We have to-"
"I know how to win," Joss said.
"How?" Place asked. Things were looking pretty bad.
Joss held up the dagger Jade had thrown at the carpet, "I did like you said."
Place wasn't sure what to make of that, but that was when Jade showed up.
"No where to run knaves!" Jade shouted, she was close, but she hadn't rounded the cart yet, so she was out of sight. When she did come into sight she obviously saw the fight that was going on because she said, "Damn."
Place looked at Joss and said, "Whatever you're going to do, do it quickly," then drew her sword, equipped a gold chain, and got ready to fight Jade.
Jade, for her part, stowed the magic carpet she'd been using and drew her sword.
Breakaway by DismalOrc29177
Ron eyes opened to see that his hands were folded, he was suddenly filled with sadness and disbelief. He looked up to see someone's eyes that weren't Kim's. Bonnie Rockwaller's. Instead of a fierce, angered look, it had a look of gentle concern, paired with compassion. He can also see some grassy area, where the weather was cool, they weren't in the Rockwaller household or the Stoppable's. It was pretty much an ideal spot for them to meet in secret. Knowing that he was with Kim, who is currently her arch-rival. It would make sense to keep this secret friendship from her.
"The Food chain…" Ron somehow said, he didn't have control of what he was saying, all he could do was take a look at this phantom-like dream and relive this reality that occurred so long ago.
"I know… I mean it's what my sister's left back at Middleton High..." Bonnie looked away a bit, but not after taking Ron's hands with hers. "When I'm in the school, they'll label me as the queen bee because I'm a Rockwaller and everyone else will be in their places that they've been…" It was becoming hard for Bonnie to press this matter on him, she was afraid of something, rather it was more than one frightful outcomes that took to her mind.
"Ron when people look at you there, how you act, how you be your normal self, they'll… they'll brand you a loser." Bonnie didn't want to drop this weight on Ron's shoulders, somehow, at this point in time, the damned chain was connected and it wasn't going to break down easily. The only strategy so far, was to inform Ron of the repercussions.
"If you're in charge of it, doesn't that mean you can, y'know… break it yourself?" Ron asked her while he held her hand. She gave a deep sigh.
"You know it's not easy… I mean, if I do break the chain, then someone else takes my place and with that kind of power, they'll gun for certain people they don't like."
"I guess, but I mean, why does it have to stop us from seeing each other, you're my best friend." Those words just continuously stabbed Bonnie in the heart. He knew he was right, but because of this chain, she's being pushed to do the wrong thing, but it doesn't mean that she's completely evil. There's still a shred of goodness in her and there was one person who could bring it out.
"Ugh...ultimate gag reflex!" Bonnie groaned at even the though of her being friends with Ron.
Good thing I'm only going to be "friends" with his Bueno Nacho royalties when this night is out.
The nominees continues to appear on-screen.
What's the Alma Mater by MrDrP
Kim sat by his side and wrapped a protective arm around him. "I am too," she said honestly, catching his attention. "And somehow we're going to find a way to deal with this, together," she added with determination before she then she paused and rested her head on his shoulder. "But you get a pass this time because you're sick and I know your job sitch has been tough lately and you're the most ferociously awesome boyfriend, coming to have my back when you should be home in bed."
"Really?"
"Really," she said. Then she took a deep breath and spoke hesitantly. "Look, I, uh, for what it's worth, sometimes I get scared you'll decide you don't need me."
"No way," he said, non-plussed by his girlfriend's confession.
"Way," she answered. "You're going to the White House, you've stepped up your game in school, and you would have been promoted by Mr. Smarty, but weren't because of me …"
Ron was going to protest but the expression Kim's face indicated that she was not to be interrupted.
"… Then let's not forget that you're in Middleton. You can bash zombies with Felix and Zita at MIST. Or go to Bueno Nacho and hang out with Ned. Or with Tara," she said, then added with an unaccustomed nervousness, "And while she may have said I was your destiny, Yori could always change her mind and show up and …"
"But you're de only girl for me, KB!" a gob-smacked Ron interjected.
"Well, back atcha, BF," she said before she took his hands in hers and sighed. "Since I got here I've learned just how much I don't like being apart from you …"
"I'm wib you on dat, Kib," Ron agreed.
"… But we're not in high school anymore and that means we're going to have to get used to not being with each other all the time, even if you transfer here. We'll have different classes, different extracurriculars. And the same will be true when we graduate and get jobs and when we're married."
KP Shadow Plays by CelindiAU
"I don't know that you have to worry about that just yet," Bonnie said delicately. "After all, Senior isn't as close to retiring as you think. He's still getting a kick out of being the Honorable Villain, still practicing his evil laugh, and still working on reconciling the Evil Overlord List with his understanding of how to be a super villain."
"That's not exactly reassuring," Betty pointed out. She knew about the list, of course - it had originally been an in joke at Global Justice that had leaked out onto the early internet Bulletin Boards many years ago, and the attempt to cover it up by the then director had been one of the first instances to prove how laughable the concept of removing material from the internet was.
The leak of the list had led to serious worries of the list being actually utilized by semi-competent villains, but thankfully, it turned out that most villains weren't really genre savvy enough to acknowledge it (or perhaps they were too confident in their own ability to compensate for the common flaws the list highlighted, or were just downright too crazy to care), and as a result, most tended to ignore the advice the List offered, feeling it 'ruined the vibe' (or so Drakken had claimed, when quizzed about it at one point), for which Betty was grateful.
There were one or two, however...
"It wasn't meant to be," Bonnie said, interrupting her thought process. "But you want to make a deal… how's this sound: I keep a close eye on Junior if he ever succeeds Senior, and in return, GJ cuts us some slack."
Betty pondered that for a second. "I need something a little sweeter than that," she said eventually. "If you want an offer of limited immunity on the table, I need more."
Bonnie looked up into the sky momentarily, as if she was thinking about it. "Triple S is still a card carrying member of the Villains Association and regularly hosts get togethers with some of the more prominent members of the community, including the newer members. Any gossip I overhear is yours, once it's been appropriately washed to protect us."
Betty nodded. "Deal. Pleasure doing business with you, Miss Rockwaller. I look forward to a long and prosperous friendship."
"I'll do my best to ensure she upholds her end of the agreement like the magnificent player of the game she is destined to become," a smooth voice said, as an older man with white streaks in the hair at his temples sat down next to the teenager, smoothed his red jacket and tugged at his cravat. "It would be only proper, after all."
Better than Revenge by Tigrissa18
Kim decided to take a walk that morning, so, evidently, Shego did too. They had gotten the links earlier in the week, and it read how far away the two were from each other. They were bracelets, so while Kim could take hers off, Shego couldn't. They were walking together, and Kim put her hands behind her and glanced at the Thief next to her. Shego noticed her looking after a few seconds, and turned her head to look at Kim back. They stopped walking, stuck in an eye lock for a few minutes, before Kim decided to speak. "What upset you about me in your suit last week?"
Shego crossed her arms, turning away. "That doesn't mater"
"yes it does. You're living with me, I want to know why it upset you" Kim said, a small soothing tone in her voice.
Shego seemingly glared over. "… it doesn't mater, Kim"
"it does to m-" The Kimmunicator started ringing, so Kim picked it up, answering it. "Yeah, Wade?"
"Kim, theres a hit on the site" he notified, and Shego glanced over to look at the kid genius. "There's been word of hacking into the internet systems, and the main source leads up to a computer hacker hired by Señor Senior Senior. I don't know what they were searching for, but it cant be good if Senior decides hacking is necessary. What made it a hit was that he suspiciously hired more henchmen for some reason. I think you should head over, make sure he's stopped before he starts" Wade advised.
Kim nodded. "Will do Wade, do you have a ride on the way?"
"Helicopter should be at your house in twenty minutes" Wade said before ending communications, and Kim looked up at Shego. "Alright… are you ready?" Kim asked.
Shego rolled her eyes. "Sure, I guess I am"
And lastly, Connecting the Dots by RufusPrime54
Stark flew out of the jet and Kim tried to stabilize it the best she could. She glanced back and saw Rogers grabbing a parachute.
"I'd sit this one out Cap," Kim called out.
"I don't see how I can," Steve responded.
"You aren't going anywhere Rogers," Shego voiced, finally getting up.
"These guys come from legends," Kim said. "They're basically Gods."
"There's only one God ma'am," Steve said. "And I'm pretty sure he doesn't dress like that."
Rogers moved towards the back of the jet and jumped out.
"STEVEN GRANT ROGERS," Shego called out but to no avail.
She stormed back to the cockpit where Kim was already turning the plane around.
"I'll kill him," Shego said. "I swear I will."
Kim laughed as they followed where the Captain was heading.
When they finally landed the plane, they ran out and into a clearing where they saw the man, Iron Man, and Captain Rogers in a standstill.
"Now I don't know what you plan on doing here," Rogers said.
"I have come to put an end to Loki's schemes," the man replied.
"Then prove it," Steve said. "Put that hammer down."
"Uh no," Stark said. "Bad call. He really likes that-"
Stark was silenced by the man hitting him with the hammer. The man turned back to Rogers and called out, "You want me to put the hammer down?!"
The man leaped through the air and swung the hammer down on Rogers. Shego gasped as Steve raised his shield and the hammer struck the vibranium. A large, metallic sound blared out and there was a force wave that knocked Kim and Shego flat. When they finally were able to stand again, they moved towards the three men.
"Are we done here?" Rogers asked.
"Not on your life Rogers," Shego said, glaring at the Captain.
"A lot of good competition going on here!" the Queen grinned. "And the Golden Rufus for Best Novel goes to..."
She opened the envelope and said, "What's the Alma Mater by MrDrP!"
MrDrP got up from his seat, not fazed by the WEE attack that happened earlier and went to the stage where he accepted the award from the Queen. The crowd cheered for him and chanted "MRDRP! MRDRP! MRDRP!"
He presented his acceptance speech:
"Woo-hoo! An award for Best Novel Sized Story! This is even better than winning a contract for the screenplay of Lo, The Plow Shall Till the Soils of Redemption, which in my stories has been translated into Magyar and Klingon, despite being pompous, ridiculous, overwritten and with pictures only in black and white.
I'm really grateful to readers for having stuck with this story despite the four years and five months delay in updates! Thanks to all of you, new and old, who have read, reviewed, and favorited this story. It means a lot to an author.
Writing is a creative task that requires inspiration and the crafting of this story has only deepened my inspiration for the scores of KP fan fiction writers who have done so much to bring joy to so many fans."
And with that, MrDrP returned to his seat as he claimed yet another Golden Rufus to his resume.
Sharper returned to the podium and said. "Thank you and congrats to MrDrP for another spankin' award for his Alma Mater story! Our next award for the evening is presented by Monique and TemporaryInsanity91. Let's give them a round of applause!"
The crowd clapped their hands as both Monique and TI returned to the stage.
"The short story is for those fanfic readers that are on the run and in a hurry!" TI said.
"They contain a lot of action in such a small package!" Monique agreed. "Sacrificin' words for more things going on!"
"The seven nominees for the award are..."
Ten Years by H20loo
"So what's been happening, Mr. LaBouff?" Kim inquired politely. "What's been going missing?"
"Well, that's the thing, Ms. Possible," Eli began. "It's odd. Whoever it is has been using the computer to steal money, but it's only been a small amount on a monthly basis. And from time to time, the same person has been stealing little things from here at the building and at my personal residence."
"How do you know they are the same person," Shego asked, "and why do you think they are a ghost?"
"We think we are dealing with a spirit because of the security footage," Eli answered, flipping on the monitors behind him. As Kim, Shego and the invisible spirts watched, doors opened and things were moved and taken, but there was no person to be seen on the screen. The cameras were wide-angle, too, so there was little chance that the person was hiding in a blind-spot.
"Okay, so it does seem like we are dealing with some sort of unusual individual," Kim agreed. "But how do you know the same person is stealing money?"
"Because they are using the company computers to do it," Eli replied. "Whenever they break in to corporate, they do so to steal money. And paper towels and tissues, oddly," he explained. "When they break into my house, they steal my daughter's clothes and things of my wife's."
"Have either your wife or your daughter seen anything?" Kim asked.
"My wife is deceased," Eli said, with a hint of sorrow. "And my daughter…she, she no longer lives with me."
A (Kim) Possible Life by misswriter101.
Kim opened up the door to dorm 41. She breathed a sigh of relief because Bonnie was not there yet. Kim put up pictures of her family, her with Ron, and her with Monique. Kim couldn't believe it, she was in college. She was nervous but ready to take on an adventure. Then, the doorknob twisted. Kim held her breath and Bonnie stormed in.
"I never expected you to be my roommate," Bonnie said.
"Same here," Kim responded.
"You're still with Ron," Bonnie noticed as she looked at the pictures Kim put up. Kim was a little shocked but happy that Bonnie didn't call Ron a loser.
"Yep," Kim told her.
"Look, I'm sorry that I was rude to you during school. I guess that I was a little jealous of you," Bonnie admitted.
"It's okay, maybe we can be friends now?" Kim asked.
"Woah. Don't push it," Bonnie sighed as she started to unpack. Bonnie's stuff was nearly taking over the dorm already, but Kim didn't say anything. Kim realized that Bonnie was becoming more mature, she actually apologized for being a jerk. Kim and Bonnie ended up having no classes together. Bonnie had more night classes while Kim luckily had none. Ron had a night class on Monday's and Wednesday's.
The day had come. The official first day of college. Bonnie woke up a little earlier than Kim. When Kim woke up, Bonnie was hogging the bathroom. After Kim ate breakfast and got dressed, she got the courage to ask Bonnie to hurry.
"Ugh...what is it with me and K becoming friends!" the Queen muttered, "Don't these people even know the true nature of my rivalry with that red-headed turd?"
Number 23 by TemporaryInsanity91
"What do you mean, you had him? Why didn't you shoot the bastard?"
"We had set up a trap, ma'am. We had him surrounded with snipers positioned with orders to kill."
"Then what the hell happened?!"
"He vanished."
Dr. Director rubbed her temples, her exasperation clear on her face. "That's it? He simply vanished?"
"Ma'am, he's slipped away from us in Middleton more than once before."
She gave a frustrated sigh. "Naturally. Any survivors of the explosion?"
"None reported, Ma'am."
"Cain Du and his brother? Dr. Hall?"
"Neither has been recovered. We are still digging but the explosion they set off makes the miners in Chile seem like they were having a party. We can't guarantee any survivors, or even remains, Ma'am."
She growled. "And all of Dr. Hall's research is ash and smithereens now as well, I presume."
"I'll say yes to keep your expectations low. We still haven't recovered enough of anything to say that WWEE caused it. But there could not have been that kind of damage without an explosive, in my opinion."
"Of course not." She sighed again, this time in defeat. "Okay. Plan B. You'll have our forensics team scan every inch of the area where you set that trap. If you come up with so much as a speck of dust with blood on it, you send it back to our lab immediately. I'm willing to bet that someone in that team left DNA somewhere. I'll even play the lottery if it's him or Dr. Credible."
"More like win the powerball, Ma'am. But we'll scour the area at once."
"Good. Bring Agent Will Du here. Also, there are no bank transfers without my approval."
"Yes, Ma'am."
Ron Stoppable: That's So Monique by Neotyson
"I can't believe Monique suddenly is okay with doing the work by herself, something Kim never would just agree to," Ron said to Rufus discussing the conversation that took place between him and Monique earlier today.
"Too easy." Rufus quickly says.
"Maybe, but hey easy is my middle name, mainly when it comes to avoiding doing school work," Ron said, feeling confident by the new change of events until he notices that it's a little past the time they are supposed to meet. "I wonder what's taking her?"
At that moment, he hears someone approach his booth saying in a soft voice, "Sorry I'm late, wanted to look nice for the occasion."
Ron turns his head only for his mouth to drop and eyes to pop open when he sees Monique in a Red striped jersey T-shirt dress. "Holy Nacho." He thinks in his head since he couldn't move his mouth to get the words to come out.
Despite the fact that her dressing up is a part of her plan, Ron's reaction makes her blush a little bit and chuckle. "I will take that as a compliment."
When she takes her seat in front of him, Ron finally snaps out of his trance. "So you wanted to talk about what you have planned for the project?"
Monique leans forward, causing Ron to lean back nervously, to say, "You know what Ron, let's not talk about that project just yet. Since the day is still pretty young, why don't we use this time to get to know each other more?"
Her suggestion catches Ron off guard. "I thought you already knew things about me."
"Other than the fact that we both have the same common interests in wrestling and food, knowing that you go on missions with Kim, nope not a whole lot. Unless you want to count, I can beat you in competitions?" Monique smirks getting a laugh out of Ron.
"Oh please, it will always be you who goes down if we ever have more competitions." Ron confidently declares remembering the first time they challenge each other in an eating contest where Ron won though Monique was pretty close to winning.
"We will see about that Nacho boy. Until then, tell me more about yourself." Monique suggests killing two birds with one stone. Her plan is not only to figure out why Ron is so lazy when it comes to doing the schoolwork but also to get to know Ron on a personal level. The idea would be to help motivate Ron to want to help work on the project instead of just doing it herself.
International Women's Day by Lhyaran
It was an easy descent, unlike past missions. No henchmen or flying mutants to worry about. She angled for a safe distance from the beach, the ground approaching at a furious rate. She waited as long as she dared before pulling the ripcord, feeling the jerk as the parachute opened, slowing her descent.
Touchdown!
She immediately bundled up her chute in her backpack, looking around as Ron landed with a muffled cry. Somehow he had ended up with his pants around his ankles and the cord of his parachute wrapped about his feet. She shook her head with a smile, and wandered over to help.
"Thanks, KP," Ron said as he finally stood free. "I swear it was out to get me!"
"Oh, Ron," she said sweetly, kissing him on the lips.
"Ah-heh… booyah!" he said as he slipped an arm around Kim's waist.
Beep... Bee... Beep. Beep.
Beep... Bee... Beep. Beep.
Kim leaned against Ron as she brought her Wrist Kimmunicator up, and with the press of a button she had Wade on-screen.
"Hey, Wade. What's the sitch?" she asked.
"Not good, Kim. We definitely need that information from Shego, and there's only a few hours left before the nuclear power station goes critical."
"Don't worry, I'll get the info out of her. One way or another!"
"And then we'll catch some surf and get some rays," Ron pipped up as he pulled a beach towel out of his backpack and slipped on a pair of sunglasses.
Kim and Wade both looked at Ron, each with an eyebrow raised.
"C'mon, guys! It's summer and we're in Canćun. We have to party!"
"Actually, I've found out that the beach you're at is–" Wade started to say.
"It's okay, Wade. I've got this," Kim said.
"No, what I meant is–"
"I'll let you know as soon as I've got the intel. Kim out."
"But–"
Ron's Coin by Jimmy1201
Ron woke to the beeping of his communicator. Digging it out of a pocket, he looked around the cargo bay for Kim who was nowhere to be seen.
"Go Wade", Ron said, stretching a kink out of his back.
"Ron, were you really asleep? Where's Kim"
"Just getting a little marinating in while I can. Kim is probably talking to the pilot thanking him for the ride and hearing about how it's his pleasure since she did something to rescue his butt in the past." Ron said, unclipping the strapping on a bundle of cargo and securing it back in a spot that should provide for more comfort.
"Ron, the local sheriff has filed paperwork which will give you arrest authority for Dementor and cover you and Kim in general for the recovery of the PDVI.", Wade said, pausing to take a sip of his ever present Slurpster. "I haven't been able to do any reconnaissance of the area and all I have are satellite photos that are two weeks old. There is jamming around the lair, so I won't be able to provide support until you shut it off. Coordinates have been loaded into your jet packs. The lair is two miles due north of the landing spot". Wade's eyes scanned back and forth watching multiple screens while typing on a keyboard.
"Two miles Wade?", Ron whined as Kim climbed into Ron's nest among the cargo.
"Just a jog in the park, Mad Dog", Wade continued. "If you can't stop the jamming, I will set up a ride home and other help waiting at about 3 miles to the northeast on Route 1125."
"Hi Wade", said Kim, settling in next to Ron. "Why are we doing drop off and pickup so far away from the lair?"
"Hi Kim, as I was telling Ron, the jamming is keeping me from doing a decent reconnaissance for you guys. Plus I thought I might have detected anti-aircraft radar."
"Really Wade, anti-aircraft radar in the US?", Kim scoffed. "Oh, what's the sitch with legal? I really don't want to call Perkins as my one phone call. Again".
Lastly, Greatest Challenges by VANGM
"We've eended up as bunk buddies at camp." Sanosuke lied.
"Oh, ok" Monique replies.
After a few minutes of questioning, Sanosuke claimed he had to go somewhere else. As he was about to head out when he forgot to ask Ron something.
"I might need a place to stay so... Can I stay at your place? Sanosuke asked.
"Fine." Ron replies, "But I won't be home yet, because I have a few errands to run and groceries."
"Whoo! Ron's home cooking." Sanosuke exclaimed as he left. Ron chuckled to himself.
(Drakken's lair)
"Shego, this may be my greatest plan evr-," Drakken stop mid sentence. "Who in the HELL are you?" "How did you get in?" "Shego?!"
"My name is Makoto, Shishio.". Shishio says. " As for how I just "walked" right in. I'll make this brief, I want to make deal with you."
As Shishio began to set a deal with Drakken even though he could easily kill, but he needed Drakken's man power and face for his true goal. Just as he was about to leave.
"Oh, don't forget, if you try to screw me in ANY way," Shishio states as he draws his sword. "I'll come find you and slit throat."
"G-G-Got it." Drakken stuttered. 'Man... He's insane. I wonder how he ended up all bandage wrapped.' Drakken thought.
(Ron's house)
At the Stoppable house Sanosuke was sitting at the front door waiting for Ron to get home and start cooking.
"Man, what's taking him so long." Sanosuke asked himself. During that time a man wearing a black looking uniform with a cap and a plain pair of white gloves. He also seemed to carry a wooden box with an kanji sign.
Monique opened the envelope and said, "The GR goes to International Women's Day by Lhyaran!"
The spotlights zoomed in on Lhyaran, only to find an empty chair. They swung around until they found him … up against a wall with an irate Kigo-Shego in front of him. At the sudden glare they both looked up, and Lhyaran took the opportunity to run for the safety of the stage.
"Thank you…" he panted, catching his breath. "Thank you for this wonderful award." He looked off into the crowd, his face going pale. "It was… a fun little story to write, and my first attempt at giving Ron some words. I believe that it's because of his character development that I won, and not…" He caught Kigo-Shego's eye as she neared the stage. "Andnotbecauseofanythingelse," he finished with quickly.
"Thank you all," he yelled, raising the award, and then he ran from the stage with Kigo-Shego in hot pursuit.
"And congrats to Lhyaran for the Short Story award...as long as he dodges the green flames! We're butting up against another commercial break!" Sharper said, "And when we return, we're going to present both the Best New Author and the Best Young Author awards."
Jimmy Buffett's "Margaritaville" played on the speakers.