"Go, Mad dogs," Kim and the rest of the Middleton High cheerleaders cheered together in a pyramid formation-breaking formation. Kim headed to her gym bag. "Good work, guys. See you at the game Friday night."

"Sure you wouldn't want to be with your 'boyfriend,' K?" Bonnie asked, getting a raised eyebrow from Kim.

"Got something you want to say, Bonnie?" Kim asked

"I'm just saying you're making the rest of us look bad by dating that guy on the soccer team," Bonnie said snobbishly.

"What's wrong with soccer," Kim asked.

"Nothing, at least he's a jock instead of a loser like Stoppable, but the captain of the cheer squad should date a captain. It sets a standard; otherwise, losers might think they can ask us out," she 'explained.' "Of course, if you'd want to step down, Kim, I'd gladly take the captain's spot. I'm dating Brick. He's captain of the football team."

And that's what this was about

"The only bad example is when a captain quits after a week because of the work," Kim said. "Sorry, not sorry, Bonnie, but I won't be stepping down."

Later, Kim was at Bueno Nacho with Ron, talking about it. "Can you believe Bonnie tried to use who someone's dating to get back to being captain?"

"We're talking about Bonnie KP, so yeah, totally can," Ron answered, though something was off. "That's not something you can get messed with, is it?"

"The only people on the squad who care about stuff like that are Bonnie," Kim says, shaking her head, "and even then, people aren't taking it seriously."

Besides, even if ranking boyfriends was a thing, no offense to Brick, the bearer of the Omnitrix and a superhero ranked higher than a football player.

The communicator beeped. Kim pulled it out. "What's the sitch, Wade?"

"A museum robbery in Istanbul," Wade said

"Ah, Turkey, the country named after the best part of Thanksgiving dinner," Ron said, licking his lips.

"Mm mm, Turkey," Rufus agreed.

"The countries not named after the animal Ron," Kim said

"Did they name the animal after the country?" Ron asked

Kim rolled her eyes. "Got a ride for us?"

"On its way now"

"You're the best, Wade," Kim said

A cargo plane flew over Turkey, its back filled with possums in pet carriers. Rufus and Ron were playing poker using pretzels as chips. "Thanks for the lift, Freight Dog," Kim said to the pilot.

"I'll do Anything for you, Kim, after you get me and my plane through that hurricane in one piece," Freight Dog said.

"No big," Kim said, opening the cargo bay door. "Ron, time to go."

"Coming, KP," Ron said, throwing down his hand and pushing the last of his pretzels to the possum. "this possum is a card shark. He cleaned me out."

"Yeah"

Kim rolled her eyes before she jumped out of the plane. Ron and Rufus were right behind her, pulling their chutes. They landed outside the museum, where the curator awaited them.

"Kim Possible, thank you for coming," the curator said, shaking her hands

"No big, so what's the sitch?" she asked, following after the curator as Ron landed, fumbling to unfasten his parachute from his back before he followed after them

"Right here in our medieval history section," the curator said, "out of all the artifacts, only one was stolen: the scroll of the masked captain, a relatively minor figure in the history of the Varangian guard."

"The what guard," Ron asked.

"The Varangian guard Viking mercenaries who protected the Byzantine emperors," Kim explained, "was a pretty prestigious unit."

"That's correct," the curator said with an impressed smile

"Learned about them in history class, but I've never heard of the Masked Captain."

"The Masked Captain, named because he never removed his armor in public, was captain of the Varangian guard in his time. Very little is known about him other than he saved the emperor of the time from assassination and was believed to possess mystical powers."

Kim nodded, looking for clues while listening to the curator talk, raising an eyebrow when she noticed a hair next to where the scroll would have been

"Why would someone steal a scroll about the guy?" Kim asked, pulling out some tweezers and picking up the hair she had placed in the communicator's scanner.

"The scroll was written by a scribe in the imperial court after the Masked Captain's death and is said to be a map to his tomb and treasure."

"Treasure," Ron asked.

"Oh yes, the Varangian guards were paid very well for their service to the Byzantines and were paid very well for the services the Masked Captain would have amassed a small fortune by the time of his death."

The Kimmunicator finished scanning. "Good news, I know who your thief is."

"Really so quickly, the police have yet to find any evidence since the security system was tampered with before the robbery," the curator asked.

"Your thief is trained in ninjutsu, the art of stealth. The police didn't find any evidence of a person taking the scroll because a person didn't."

"No, KP, don't tell me." Ron was starting to shake while the curator was curious

"Your thief was a monkey ninja," Kim said, ignoring Ron's screams of fear due to his monkey phobia, "trained by Lord Monty Fisque, AKA Monkey Fist."

"No, I told you not to tell me," Ron screamed. "Not monkeys."

A few days later, thanks to Wade looking into various historical records and satellite images and tracking Monkey Fist's movements, they could track Monkey Fist down to the tomb of the Masked Captain. His tomb is located high in the mountains, the entrance in a crevice people would overlook

When Kim and Ron found him, the Monkey Ninjas, led by Monkey Fist, had drilled and made it into the tomb. Inside, as expected, was a pile of treasure around a coffin.

"At last, after years of searching, I've found you, student of Son Wukong," Monkey Fist gloated, letting out a hooting laugh and banging his fists against his chest while his monkey ninjas cheered happily. "get a crowbar, pry it open."

"See, monkeys are evil. Messing with a dead guy's coffin is sick and wrong, KP sick and wrong," Ron whispered. Kim agreed, but Monkey Fist was sick and wrong here.

"Not going to happen, Monkey Fist," Kim said, leaping out of her hiding place.

"Kim Possible," Monkey Fist growled, baring his teeth at her. "how did you find this place?"

"I did my research. The better question is, how did you break out of prison?" Kim asked Kim had checked after getting arrested for stealing the monkey idols; Monkey Fist had been sent to the British prison for super villains the London Tower

"No prison can hold a true master of Tai Shing Pek Kwar," Monkey Fist said, "one that will become even more powerful once learning the mystical secrets of the Masked Captain, one of the original students of Sun Wukong, the great master who developed the art."

Monkey Fist growled, "Monkey ninjas attack."

The monkey ninjas howled as they swarmed Kim, who flipped, dodged, and blocked their attacks, countering while Monkey Fist grinned, grabbed a crowbar with his foot, and pried the sarcophagus.

Kim pulled out her grappling hook and hung it from the ceiling. She swung over the Monkey ninjas, kicking Monkey Fist. The force of her blow pushed over the lid with him, and Kim recognized the bony face of the masked captain and understood why he never showed anyone his face.

Because he wasn't human, he was a Spider Monkey dressed in aged armor with four hands gripped tight around an axe, and a scroll was the skeletal remains of one of her boyfriend's alien forms.

"The mystical power of the first Tai Shing Pek Kwar master," Monkey Fist cried hungrily, kicking Kim. He pried the scroll from its bony hands, unfurling the scroll. He laughed as he began to read aloud.

"As I feel the fires of my life begin to dim and my strength fades like the tide, I can't help but think back to when I was young, to the high canopy where I was born, and to my oldest friend. I wonder if she thinks of me if she's given me any thought since I broke into the grand mystics hut and vanished from Arachnasimia and her life forever." Monkey Fist read, his eyebrows coming together in frustration.

He unfurled more of the scroll. "Where is it? The ancient techniques, the spells of ultimate power? All that's here is a blasted diary," he shouted. He was about to rip the diary in two when Kim stepped in, throwing a punch to his nose that knocked the ninja master flat on his back.

The scroll landed in her hands.

Later, the police arrived, taking Monkey Fist away in a straitjacket while archeologists from the museum explored the Masked Captain's tomb.

"Thank you, Kim Possible," the museum curator said gingerly, holding the diary of the Masked Captain. "you've helped uncover a part of history to think an alien millennia before Superman lived on Earth in the Byzantine empire and, most astounding of all, wrote an autobiography before his time."

"All in a day's work," Kim said, shaking the curator's hand, leaving him and the rest of the archeologists to their work,


Special thanks to Number Boy for helping out with this chapt4er.

The Danny Phantom and Digimon story I'm working on is 25 to 30 percent done