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The group Bowling for Soup has been categorized, by those who demand categorization, as post-punk. Whatever that means. High School Never Ends reflects the humor found in many of their songs.

High School Never Ends

It was after midnight when the other three law students cramming for finals had left the apartment. Kim immediately donned a pink flannel nightie as Shego put on green silk pajamas.

"I'm beat," Kim confessed as she snuggled back against the older woman in bed.

"I'm not surprised," answered Shego putting an arm around Kim and drawing her close. "You're going to be too tired for fun until after finals."

Kim yawned, "Big celebration then. I promise."

At 2:00 a.m. there was a pounding on the door. "Open up! It's the police."

Startled awake, Kim automatically headed for the door. Shego fought the urge to go out the window immediately and followed Kim out of the bedroom.

More pounding. "Police!"

"You don't have to let them in unless there they have a warrant," hissed Shego.

"How do you know–"

"Do you have a warrant?" demanded Shego on her side of the door. "The pardon covered all crimes they knew about. What have they found?"

"We have a warrant," bellowed an officer in the hallway, "for the arrest of Kim Possible."

The two women glanced at each other in surprise.

"Don't–" Shego started to say out of force-of-habit.

Kim pulled the door open before Shego could warn her not to open it. Kim knew she had done nothing wrong and it had to be a mistake.

Not that an error stops a warrant from being served. "That's her," nodded one of the officers.

"What is this all about?" demanded Kim.

"You're under arrest for this afternoon's robbery at Copley Place," an officer informed her before reading Kim her Miranda Rights.

"That's impossible! I was in class this afternoon!" protested Kim.

"You're on video tape. It's very clearly you."

"Any forensic evidence?" Shego asked.

"The video tape is clear enough for the warrant."

"Can I get dressed first?" Kim requested.

"She'll try and escape," a young male officer protested.

"The girl scout is too honest to run from a bogus charge," Shego informed the officers. "Can I get dressed too and ride to the station with you?" She knew the answer would be 'no' but asked anyway. Arresting Kim was absurd, maybe the police would forget the rules and let her ride along.

The female officer offered, "I'll watch her while she gets dressed," and told Shego, "No."

"Thanks, Imari," the officer in charge told her.

Shego was not allowed in the bedroom, the police fearing she might help Kim overpower Officer Imari Pérez. Not that Kim would have needed any help if she had wanted to attack.

Before she went to change Kim looked at Shego, "Call my Mom," she requested.

In Middleton a groggy Anne Possible answered the phone, "Kim? What's wrong."

"Uh, Kim is being arrested. She asked me to call and tell you."

Dr. Possible snapped awake, "Shego! What have you done with my daughter?"

"This is some weird mistake. They're claiming she robbed some store."

"She was never arrested before you moved in!"

"It's not my fault! They say she's on video tape. Do you have a lawyer?"

"Not in Boston. We didn't–"

"Weird shit sometimes happens around Kim. I know you don't have a Boston lawyer. If you have one there call her and ask if she's got a Boston connection."

"Kim would not have robbed a store."

"Yeah, I know that. The police aren't as smart as you and me." One of the officers shot Shego a dirty look. "Sometimes the innocent need a lawyer there to watch the cops. If they're stupid enough to arrest Kim they're capable of anything."

"You want to be arrested?" the young officer demanded.

"Why? What charge, Officer?" asked Shego batting her eyes.

"Don't let her bait you," another officer warned. "We're just doing our job, Miss, serving a warrant."

"Shego? What's happening?"

"One of the policemen didn't like me voicing my opinion."

"What's happening with Kim?"

"They're letting her get dressed, then they're taking her downtown."

"I'll call our lawyer here. Will they let you go with her?"

"No. They're following the rules – they claim they're just following orders. Don't think that plea worked at Nuremberg."

"You're on thin ice, Lady," growled an officer.

"Ah have no idea why you think li'l ol' me could say somethin' offensive," Shego answered in an exaggerated Southern drawl.

"Shego, don't get yourself arrested. You said Kim was getting dressed?"

"We weren't dressed for Storm Troopers at our door at two."

"Get dressed. Go down to the station. Keep me informed... Please. I'll have our lawyer find someone in Boston... What station?"

Shego got the information from the arresting officers and passed it on.

"Thanks..." Anne hesitated. "Shego... I don't know what's going on. If you really had nothing to with... I will owe you. But if this is your fault..."

"Neither Kim or I have any idea what's going on either. Pretty sure the cops think they do, but they're wrong. Hold on, Kim's coming out now."

"Mom?" Kim asked, nodding at Shego.

"Yeah. She thinks it's my fault. She knows you're incapable of screwing up and figures the police meant to arrest me."

Anne could hear the conversation, "That was not what I said!"

"She's going to have someone wake up a lawyer. I'll drive your car down to the station and bring you home when the cops realize they've made a mistake."

"I've seen the video!" protested one officer.

The officer in charge glared at him, and the rookie shut up. "Hands behind your back, please."

"Since the girl scout here didn't do anything," suggested Shego. "Cuff her in front. If she was going to cause trouble she'd have taken out the officer in the bedroom. Riding with your hands cuffed behind you is damned uncomfortable. I speak from experience."

The older officer hesitated. The younger woman hadn't given them any trouble, and even the older woman's verbal abuse wasn't bad compared with some warrants they'd executed. He looked at Officer Pérez.

The woman shrugged.

"Cuff her in front," he ordered

"I'll be down as soon as I can," promised Shego. "Don't say anything without a lawyer."

"I haven't don't anything wrong," Kim reminded her. "I don't need a lawyer."

"We'll carve that on your tombstone," grumbled Shego. "Why are you in law school if lawyers aren't needed?"

If Kim had an answer there was no time for it as the officers escorted her from her apartment and Shego got dressed.

The green woman had not managed to get out of the parking lot before Kim's phone rang. "Shego?"

"Yes."

"What are you doing now?"

"I'm in Kim's car and about to get lost trying to find the police station."

"Keep the phone with... Oh, you have the phone with you. Keep me informed. Our lawyer promised to call someone there. I don't know when that person will... Do you know anything more? What was the charge?"

"Robbing some store this afternoon. There's a video."

"Seriously?"

"That's what they said. Maybe a computer generated image or something."

"Okay, call me when you get to the station. Call me when the lawyer gets there. Call me–"

"I'll call you as soon as I know squat. Promise. Okay?"

"I– Thanks."

The streets were quiet. Shego managed to only get lost three times on the unfamiliar route. She called Ann to get the name of the lawyer to look for. The lawyer, being more familiar with Boston, arrived only a few minutes later.

Kim had opted not to remain silent. She was shown the tape of the robbery. Kim had to agree with the police that the woman on the video certainly looked like Kim Possible. The police flattered, cajoled, and attempted to persuade her in twenty-seven different ways to explain why she had committed the robbery. One of them was very good at sounding sympathetic, assuring Kim that the grad student must have a reason in her own mind for the robbery and Kim would feel much better sharing her motive. Another officer tried to convince Kim to 'man up' and take responsibility for his... The officer suddenly seemed to realize Kim was a poor candidate for 'manning up'.

The door to the interrogation room opened and a tired looking man entered in rumbled clothing. "Miss Possible?" he yawned. Kim nodded. "Got a call to come down. I hope you haven't said anything."

"They haven't given me a chance to say anything important. They're too busy trying to convince me I committed a crime I didn't do. They haven't shown a bit of interest in the witnesses who can verify my location on campus at the time."

The lawyer raised an eyebrow and looked at the police who wilted slightly. "She admits it looks like her on the tape," one protested.

"She says she has an iron clad alibi for the time of the robbery. Surely one of you must have considered it might be worthwhile to ask. Please, tell me one of you is thinking?"

"Suspects always say–"

"And I dare say the ones who are innocent also say it couldn't have been them. And they're right. Why don't you ask her where she was?"

"Uh," one began sheepishly, "this afternoon, around four where were you?"

"Torts class, with Professor Johnson. There were twenty-nine other students in the class as well. They all saw me. We all took part in discussion. I think the law school even has video of students entering and exiting the building that will show where I was. And I saw some other students in the hall who'll probably remember me."

"Good enough for you, Officers?" asked the lawyer.

"Well, she says that but–"

"Want to call one of them?" Kim suggested. She gave them George's phone number. She ran the risk it would further inflate his out-sized ego that he had been the one to call, but he was the fellow student she was most willing to awaken at 3 a.m.

As one officer departed to call George the lawyer's brow wrinkled in thought. "You said torts class? Professor Johnson? Isaac Johnson?"

"Yes."

The lawyer grinned at the officer not making the call, who suddenly looked very, very nervous. "Izzy Johnson? You heard that? Think we should give him a call?"

"Don't bother the professor, he wouldn't–" Kim began.

"Oh, he'd love to get a call," the lawyer assured her. "He handled two of the biggest suits in history against the city for wrongful arrest."

"It wasn't a wrongful arrest! It was a good warrant! It was a legit warrant and served legally!"

"Oh, I'm not arguing the validity of the warrant," the lawyer assured her with a soothing tone. "The question is, now the Miss Possible's innocence has been established with a reasonable degree of certainty what–"

"We still haven't heard from the class mate!"

"True. I'm just suggesting we expedite the call to–" He turned to Kim. "Professor Johnson will remember you?"

"I sit in the front row. I take part in the discussions."

The lawyer looked back at the officer. "I'm sure he'll remember my client. We can–"

"Let's see what this George says."

After George answered the phone with a "Who in the Hell are you?" the police explained who they were. George informed them that they were idiots. Of course Kim was in class. Kim made a mental note to tell Shego that she needed to be nicer to George, then a mental note to remind herself the same thing.

George had a lot of choice words. But he confirmed Kim had been in class.

The police began a hurried discussion over the best way to handle the situation, and the lawyer went to the lobby to assure Shego that Kim would be released.

"They have two ways of dealing with it and need to decide which will make them look better. They can call the duty judge and–"

"Duty judge?"

"Big cities have a judge available twenty-four, seven – in case they need a warrant or, in this case to dismiss a warrant in the middle of the night. They can also call the prosecutor's office – if there's anyone there – and say they executed the warrant but it was for the wrong person. They're trying to figure out which way makes them look better – although they may try both."

"Any idea how long the red tape will take?"

"It would usually take two to three hours. I'm guessing she'll be walking out in under a half hour."

Shego placed a call to Anne Possible, who asked to speak with the lawyer.

While two officers scrambled to finish the paperwork dismissing the warrant the Officer Imari Pérez questioned Kim.

"Twin sister?"

"No. Only daughter."

"Any other relatives who closely resemble you?"

"I have an eighteen year old cousin, but she's at the University of Wisconsin, Madison. Is there any way this tape could be a CGI fake?"

"No, there were plenty of live witnesses. She–"

"Or maybe a guy in drag?"

"Doubt it. No one is that good. Incredible coincidence? A real doppelganger? Do you have some enemy who might have a grudge against you and hire someone to impersonate you?"

"No... Well, she's in prison, but have you heard of Camille Leon?"

The officer thought for a moment, "A Paris Hilton wannabee, I think? Lost her money and turned to crime? I think Iheard something about her being able to change her looks."

"And how! She impersonated me a couple times. But she's supposed to be in prison in California."

"You sure of that?"

"Not really. I mean, I haven't paid attention after she was sentenced, but I can't think she'd be up for parole already."

"We'll give California a call to verify that," Kim was told as one of the officers who'd been making phone calls came back to say Kim was free to go.

Pérez handed Kim a card. "If you think of anything, give us a call. And I'm predicting you may have trouble because you look like the robber." She hurriedly wrote a number on the back of the card. "We've never had this issue before. This is the direct line to the Chief of Police Office. I'm not supposed to give it out, so don't spread it around... If an officer tries to arrest you tell them to call this number and say, 'Isaac Johnson's student doesn't want to be harassed'. I'll get the word out as best I can."

Kim wanted to think Officer Pérez was trying to protect Kim. The redhead wondered if some of Shego's trust issues were rubbing off on her when Kim wasn't sure if the officer really wanted to protect Kim or wanted to keep her torts professor from asking questions.

The emergency back-up lawyer was still on the phone to Anne when Kim entered the lobby. He yawned, handed the phone to Kim, and went home to sleep.

"Mom?"

"Kim? How are you?"

"Tired."

"Shego and the lawyer have been reassuring me, but I wanted to hear your voice. Everything is fine? Really? They're not going to arrest you or anything?"

"Technically they did arrest me. And realized it was a mistake and... And I can probably explain it better in three years. Someone who really looked like me robbed someplace. If I'd seen the tape and hadn't known where I was I would have thought it was me."

"But they know it wasn't you?"

"Absolutely. But I may need to handcuff myself to a witness in case that woman robs another place." Kim yawned. "Are you as tired as I am? I hope you don't have a surgery scheduled tomorrow."

"Thankfully, no. I hope I can get to sleep. I'm sure I couldn't have if I hadn't talked with you... Oh, thank Shego for me. Apologize for me, I accused her of getting you in trouble."

"You what?"

"It seemed like the logical conclusion to jump to. Anyway, I was wrong. Tell her I'm sorry. Love you." Anne hung up. Kim's opinion was that her mother should have apologized to Shego directly, but it was still an apology.

Pictures of the robber were on the front page of the Globe and on television the next morning. Kim accepted Shego's offer to stay with her on the subway trip to the law school. Four people called the police to try and collect the reward for the thief's arrest. Twice officers approached, but simply nodded and left when Kim told them the safe words. (With radio confirmation that Kim was on the Red Line the other callers were informed that, despite the resemblance, they were not seeing the robber.)

"You should have driven today," Shego told Kim.

"You ever tried to find a parking place around the Square?"

"Worse than this?"

"Yep."

It was evening before the women returned home from classes, coaching, and a new Thai place. ("Well, we never need to go back there again," was Shego's opinion.)

It seemed like no one stared at Kim. "Wonder if they caught to crook?" wondered Kim. "Or did the police get the news out it wasn't me?"

Shego shrugged, "Maybe you're old news."

Officer Imari Pérez had taped her card to the apartment door. "Call me."

"Ignore it," suggested Shego.

"You want her knocking at the door at two again?"

"Well, put the phone on speaker. I want to hear it."

"Hello?"

"Hi, Kim Possible. You wanted me to call."

"Thanks. I'm wondering if you can come down to the station. We'd like to talk more with you."

"Is she under arrest?" demanded Shego.

"No. We'd just like her to cooperate with–"

"Forget it, you wasted our–"

"Everyone should help the police," Kim insisted.

"Thank you, Ms Possible. We'd really like to see you as soon as–"

"And I said forget it. You can drive over here if it's important. You've wasted enough of our time!"

"Is it important?" asked Kim.

"I would like to talk with you. First, Camille Leon has escaped from prison. Second, Britina was seen robbing a bank today."

"And what does that have to do with Girl Scout here?"

"Well, since she's been involved in two arrests of Leon we'd like to see if she can provide any information. We're now working on the assumption that Leon was behind both robberies."

"You can come here and talk then," Shego told her. "And leave early. We're tired."

"You're welcome to come." Kim assured the officer.