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I.

"Monkeys, KP! They had me shelving books about monkeys!"

Kim smirked at her boyfriend, who was seated beside her in the cargo bay of a large military transport. Other than the three members of Team Possible and two experimental jet packs, the cavernous space was empty.

"Dial down the drama, Ron. You were in the stacks for, what, twenty minutes before Wade found us a ride?"

"Not the point, Kim: Monkeys! Banana loving, tree dwelling, simian—"

Kim arched her eyebrow. "I thought you were over your monkey issues."

"Just because I'm the monkey master doesn't mean I'm a monkey lover."

"I'll try to remember that," she deadpanned.

"It was sick and wrong, I tell you! Me and millions of monkey monographs!"

"Well, that's what happens when you lose a rare book."

"What? My girlfriend and best little buddy abandon me to library lockup while they hit Broadway?"

Kim cocked an eyebrow. "No. You take responsibility."

"I still can't believe you saw a show without me," he huffed, pointedly ignoring her point.

"Tried to," Kim corrected him. "We didn't even get to buy our tickets before Wade contacted me. Besides, I didn't even know you wanted to see Memo Pad: The Musical."

"Uh, I didn't."

"Then what's the ish?"

"The ish, KP, is that … that … that … Fine. Go get me with the whole making sense thing again." Ron's shoulders slumped. "Man, growing up tanks."

"Oh, I don't know about that," she replied.

"Yeah? Give me one reason the Ronster shouldn't be bummed!"

Rufus, ever the wise naked mole rat, sensed what was about to happen and chose that moment to make himself scarce. Kim, meanwhile, wrapped her arms around Ron's neck, pulling him close to her and planting a big kiss on her boyfriend's lips.

"Growing up means no PDA rules," she said smugly. "And that's just for starters."

Ron blinked. "Uh, for starters?"

Kim looked at him with eyes that would have been at home in a very cheesy romance novel, the kind filled with heaving bosoms and ripped bodices. Ron gulped, then began to respond with an unintentionally high-pitched "Ah-booyah!" before he was cut off by his girlfriend.

II.

Lip smacking behind them, Kim and Ron, with Rufus in tow, touched down on Senior Island. They shed their jet packs, which they stowed behind an outcropping of rocks, and quickly made their way to the wall of the compound.

"You ready?" Kim asked as she pulled out her grappler dryer.

"The Ronman has come to play," he answered as he pulled out his own grappler.

"Then it's go time," she said as she looked up at the top of the wall and fired. The air-pressure propelled hook sailed over the top, and lodged itself into the surface. Kim made sure the line was taut and began to climb.

Ron fired his grappler and watched with dismay as his pants sailed into the sky and over the wall. "Man," he grumbled before he realized his littlest friend had been in his pocket. "Rufus!"

Before he could panic, though, a panel in the wall whooshed open. Standing before him was none other than Junior. "Hello, Ron Stoppable!" the dim-witted dauphin said cheerfully. "I believe you are looking for these pants that do not coordinate with your shirt or hair?"

"What do you mean?" Ron said as he grabbed his gray cargoes, relieved when an unharmed Rufus popped his head out of his pocket. "This look is classic."

"Classic last season, perhaps," Junior said with a weary roll of the eyes. "None of this harmonizes."

"Uh, dude, last time I tried that, I was wearing pants that didn't breathe."

"But you were looking good!"

"Not as good as you'll be looking in prison orange," Kim said as she came up behind the billionaire heir. "You're busted."

"Oh, goody!" he squealed. "My catnapping caper has succeeded!"

"Okay, maybe I'm missing something here," Ron said. "But I'm pretty sure this isn't the way these situations usually go down."

"Ron's right," a suspicious Kim said. "What's going on, Junior?"

Junior sighed. "Do you know what it is to be ignored? To have nobody recognize all you have done? To be overlooked over and over and over again?"

"Hey, you applied to college, too?" Ron asked.

"No," a confused Junior said. "Why would I do that? If I wanted to go to college, I would have Papi buy me one and then it would give me all the degrees I wanted!"

"This isn't about being a pop star, is it?" Kim asked, recalling Junior's many failed attempts to become an international singing sensation.

"No, while the refusal of a fickle public to adore me continues to be a source of the deepest pain, I have decided to turn my suffering into a source of inspiration. Would you like to hear my latest song? It is called 'Roadkill on the Road to Love'."

"Sounds kind of country," Ron observed. "You branching out?"

"We'll take a rain check on the performance," Kim said curtly. "Now what's the sitch?"

"It's Papi and Bon-Bon," he sighed. "All day long they are together, laughing."

"Excuse me?" Kim replied.

"From morning to evening, it is nothing but laugh, laugh, laugh."

"Okay, I'm lost," Ron conceded.

"You're not the only one," Kim admitted before the implications of what Junior was suggesting revealed themselves. "Please don't tell me your father is teaching Bonnie how to be a villain."

"Oh no," Junior said airily. "If he were doing that, they'd do something evil, and then my precious Bon-Bon would be able to rejoin me by the pool. Instead, she is teaching him how to cackle. He believes it will help him complete his repertoire of villainous laughter."

"While I can see the upside for your dad," Ron said. "What's in it for Bonnie?"

"Her own International Express Titanium card," Junior said.

"Man, KP, you'd better make sure you're working the day she shows up at Club Banana with that bad boy."

"Tell me about it," Kim said.

"Enough!" Junior snapped petulantly. "I must insist that you take me into custody."

"Yeah, about that," Ron said. "You still haven't told us why you want to go the Big House."

"Because then Papi and my precious Bon-Bon will have to pay attention to me!"

"You committed a felony because you want face time with your dad and girlfriend?" Ron asked.

"I wanted to show them my commitment," Junior said with wounded dignity.

"This sitch is so many flavors of wrong," Kim said.

"So, may we go now?" Junior huffed.

"It's not that easy, Junior," Kim said.

"But I committed the crime did I not? You are the hero, I am the villain. You will now arrest me and hand me over to the Global Justice. A media circus will ensue and Papi and Bon-Bon will have to come to my assistance though I must make sure to have enough Le Goop with me when I go to jail so I will look good on television when I do my perp walk."

"Kim Possible, Ron Stoppable. Why are you here?"

"Papi!" Junior squealed.

"I thought this was a loser-free island," Bonnie snarked.

"Nice to see you, too, B," Kim retorted. "Though I'm surprised to see you here. Shouldn't you be in summer school?"

"Oh, you didn't hear?"

"Hear what?"

"Mr. Barkin found my missing pop quizzes," Bonnie said coyly.

"The only thing that was missing was you," Kim replied suspiciously. "Spill. Now."

"It's amazing what a donation from a generous billionaire to rebuild the school can help uncover."

"You are so not suggesting that you bribed Mr. Barkin!"

"Well, not me," Bonnie said. "Junior. Isn't he the sweetest?"

"You bought Bonnie a diploma?" Ron said.

"Is this true?" Senor Senior said. "Did you use our fabulous wealth to subvert the educational process?"

"I prefer to think of it as an investment in Bon-Bon's future," Junior said. "Besides, I thought she'd be happier by the pool than in that stuffy classroom."

"Son, you make me proud!"

"I can't believe Mr. Barkin would do that," Kim said, shaking her head.

"Uh, KP, this is the guy whose idea of punishing me for the whole quarterback thing was to make me the starting running back. True, he made me do the crab walk, but I think that was more because it made him happy."

"It's still so many flavors of wrong."

"Tell that to the students who will be going to class in a state-of-the-art building this fall instead of a bunch of trailers, K," Bonnie said smugly.

"I still don't have to like it," Kim groused.

"While this is all most interesting, why are you two here?" Senor Senior asked.

"We're here to bust Junior!" Ron declared as he draped his arm around the young man.

"Bust Junior? I do not understand."

"Junior stole two sculptures from the New York Public Library, Senor Senior."

"Is this true?" the old man asked his son.

"Yes!" Junior replied defiantly. "And I would do it again!"

"But why?"

"Because I wanted some attention!"

"What do you mean?"

"You and Bon-Bon have been spending all of your time in your office cackling while I am left to sun by the pool by myself. I will no longer be ignored!"

"My son, you broke the law just to get my attention?"

"Yes!"

Senor Senior beamed. "You have committed not one but two crimes? I am most proud of you!"

"Does this mean you will spend less time practicing your evil laugh and more time with me?" Junior asked hopefully.

"Not only that, I will buy you a major motion picture studio!"

"Hooray!" Junior jumped up and down. "I'm going to Hollywood!"

"By way of Cell Block D," Kim said.

Junior stopped his jumping. "I do not understand," he said blankly. "Now that I am no longer being ignored, I no longer need to go to prison."

"It doesn't work that way," Kim said.

"What do you mean?"

"You don't do the crime if you can't do the time!" Ron explained.

"Junior can't go to jail!" Bonnie sniped. "He has to take me to the Beverly Hills Mall!"

"Sorry to harsh on your shopping binge, Bonnie, but this is what happens when you date a supervillain," Kim said before she noticed that something appeared to have distracted her all too easily distractible BF. "Ron, focus! We're on a mission."

"Fear not, KP! The Ronster's head is still in the game. Check this out!" he replied as he hefted what appeared to be a ray gun. "The Seniors are packing weapons!"

"Oh, that is not a weapon," Junior said breezily. "It is a shrinking thingie."

"Junior!" Senor Senior exclaimed. "That is the Miniaturization Ray I ordered from Hencho. Did you take that from my study?"

"Yes, Papi, I did," Junior admitted. "It is how I was able to steal those lions from the big building with all the books."

Senor Senior beamed. "Not one, not two, but three evil deeds. And such initiative! This is a truly wondrous day! We shall have to celebrate!"

"I'm sorry, Senor Senior, but Junior has to go to jail first."

"Perhaps Junior can pay his debt to society some other way?"

Kim considered Senior's proposal.

"There's always library lockup," Ron suggested. "And he's dating Bon-Bon. That should be good for some time off."

"I heard that Stoppable!" Bonnie insisted.

"Perhaps I can make a generous gift to the library?" Senior suggested.

Kim shook her head. "Sounds bribish to me. Justice can't be bought off."

"But how about shrunk?" Junior asked as he jumped Ron and grabbed the Miniaturization Ray.

"Hey!" Ron protested. "I called dibs on that!"

"You did not," Junior retorted.

"Well I would have, if I'd thought of it!"

"Too late, Ron Stoppable. Or should I say Ron Shrinkable?" Junior said as he pointed the gun at Ron and fired.

Unfortunately for Junior, just as he depressed the trigger, Rufus emerged from his human's pants pocket and jumped on the barrel of the ray gun, deflecting the shot from Ron and towards Bonnie.

"Junior!" the now six-inch-tall brunette shrieked. "Unshrink me! Now!"

"But I do not know how!" he said plaintively as he fumbled with the ray gun.

"There has to be an undo button on that thing!" Bonnie snapped.

"Actually, Miss Rockwaller, there is not," Senor Senior said apologetically. "One must purchase Henchco's Unminiaturization Ray."

"Ugh," she groaned. "Please tell me you have one."

"While dividing the features among two products when one could have accommodated them is a transparent ploy by Jack Hench to pad his margins, I did indeed purchase one."

"So you can make me normal again?"

"I doubt a ray gun's gonna be able to do that," Ron muttered.

"Possible! Tell your dork boyfriend to take that back!"

Kim responded to the demand with a bemused snort.

"While I would like nothing more than to use the Unminiaturization Ray to restore you to your normal size," Senor Senior said. "I cannot."

"What? Why?"

"It is on back order."

"Back order? For how long?"

"Four to six weeks."

Bonnie turned her attention from the old billionaire to her boyfriend. "Junior, you are so dead!" she squeaked as she kicked her beau's ankle.

"Ouch!"

Bonnie kicked Junior again and he scampered away with her in hot pursuit.

"Senor Senior, I think we'll just take the lions and be on our way," Kim said.

"While I am pleased you no longer want to take Junior into custody, I must ask why you have changed your mind?"

Watching an irate Bonnie chase after a cowed Junior, Kim answered, "Junior's life over the next few weeks is going to be so much worse than any time he'd do in jail."

To Be Continued …