#stoppable family vacation

[hfepro]

Ron Stoppable's war against Disney is both pathetic and hilarious.

why is grump calling him deSanctimonious, meatball, or tiny D when deSatan is right there!?

A guy on the “people should work to death to survive” and the “protect the kids” party threatening to put a prison and / or a competitor amusement park next to his one of state’s biggest employers, aka one of the biggest family vacation spots in the nation? Ha! Continue reading Untitled

[sharperthewriter]

Chapter 26 of SFV

Chapter 26 - Day 2: Blowin' In the Wind

(4:30pm)

The Stoppable family was on Interstate 90 west when Ron caught a glimpse of an advertisement of "1880 Town".

"Oooh! Oooh! KS! Can we got there?" he exclaimed, repeatedly pointing to the sign.

But Kim denied him.

"No, Ron. We agreed that we won't stop at any sidetrips through the duration of the trip."

"But it has a skeleton man walking a skeleton dinosaur." Ron complained.

"So cool!" Rufus squeaked.

"I read on their site that the town's closed right now. So access denied!" Kim remarked.

Ron grunted and folded his arms. Rufus did the same as well.

"Man...I wanted to see the kids of what the Wild West looked like. And Rufus wanted to walk into an actual saloon!"

"We can do that another time, Ron." Kim said. "But we gotta get the van to Camp Grinning Bear first. We HAVE to stick to the schedule that I have made!"

"Aww...come on...can we at least take a picture with the family behind the sculpture?" Ron pleaded. And then, he and Rufus utilized the infamous puppy-dog pout.

Kim looked at him and groaned loudly.

"Oh Ron...Rufus, not the PDP! Not now!"

She then relented and said, "Fine...we can take a family photo in front of the sculpture BUT we are only going to be there for 10 minutes. Understood?"

"Yes, ma'am!" came the reply from the other Stoppables.

She pulled the Stoppable-mobile over onto the emergency lane right near where the sculpture was and slowed down.

"Mommy, can we get closer?" Justin asked from the backseat.

Kim then replied hesitantly, "Ugh...very well..."

The Stoppable-mobile and the camper went into the grass and parked right next to an information sign. But what the family didn't know was that the flopping left bumper cover wrapped around one of the sign supports.

They all got out of the vehicle.

"Kim...you may wanna hook up your other strap." Ron said, pointing out the undone strap dangling behind his wife's back.

"Thanks for that info." came Kim's response .

She hooked up the right strap of her overalls to be at least presentable for the photos, despite the fact that she was only clad in her bra and whatever was left of her shirt.

"How many photos are we going to take?" Ron asked.

"Three: one for the kids, one for me, Rufus, and you, and one for the whole fam." Kim replied.

"But who's going to hold the camera phone?" Ron wondered. "We didn't even pack a stand!"

"Hmm... you're right. Maybe we should get Mary involved." Kim suggested.

"And Canna?" Ron questioned again on his relative.

"We're not going to get her involved." Kim said, shifting her eyes around "I have that gut feeling that she's going to do something to me...but I don't know what..."

Ron then heard his stomach gurgle. "Uhhh...KS? My stomach!"

"Can it wait, Ron?" Kim muttered.

"I'm trying to..." Ron whimpered. "I'll go the camper and get Mary."

He got out of the van to head there.

He knocked on the damaged siding of the camper and spotted Mary taking a few selfies of herself.

"Hey, Mary, you up for some family photos?" he asked his relative.

"Oh yeah, I'm up!" Mary giggled with delight.

"Where's Canna, by the way?" Ron wondered.

"She's asleep." Mary said, pointing upwards in the bunk. Canna seemed to be under the blankets.

"Sounds good." Ron said, "Come on, let's go!"

Mary nodded her head and got out of the camper.

As the two left, however, Canna was under the blankets, texting away with Bonnie.

Ron walked with Mary to where Kim and the kids were.

"Okay, now that we have Mary here, we can take the pictures in front of the sculpture and then get the hell back on the road." the redhead said, huffing inbetween breaths.

The five of them walked on over to where the barbed wire fence was. Said fence was 200 feet from the sculpture.

"So how are we doing the pictures?" Mary asked.

"We're going to take the first one with just the kids, the second with me, Rufus, and the hubs, and the third with the entire family." Kim explained the order.

"Sounds good to me!" Mary said with a smile.

"Here's my camera phone." Kim replied, handing her smartphone to Mary. She escorted the Stoppable children to about five feet from behind the fence.

Ron's stomach continued to churn.

"KS...the chimmeritos from the Bueno Nacho are starting to betray me..." he moaned.

"Ron...can it hold? We are going to take the pics right now!" Kim insisted before pointing to Mary, "Look, she's taken a picture of the kids already!"

Mary had indeed taken the first intended photo of Justin and Alexa.

"Come on, Ron. Let's get with the kids so that we can take the other two photos!" Kim exclaimed.

Ron, though willing to be in the photos, was clenching his stomach, barely able to make it to the fence. Rufus followed right behind him.

Ron grew a look of discomfort on his face.

"Ron...smile!" Kim demanded.

"But...KS..." Ron pleaded.

"No buts, Ron!" Kim exclaimed, glaring at him.

Ron forced a smile on himself, hiding what was really bothering him.

"Okay, everyone, say...happy trails!" Mary exclaimed.

"Happy trails!" echoed Kim and Ron.

Mary took the photo without any incident.

"Now, the whole family!"

Justin, Alexa and Rufus all approached Kim and Ron

"And, once again, everyone say...happy trails!"

Kim and the kids smiled but Ron had to forcefully smille.

The photo was taken...and then a very loud sound began to emit.

Kim's smile faded that into disgust.

"Uhh...EEEEEWWWWWW!" she exclaimed, holding her nose. "Who just did their business?"

"It wasn't me!" Justin replied.

"Not me!" Alexa added. Rufus also shooked his head sideways.

"EWWWW! Ron?!" Kim shouted, "I thought I told you to use the bathroom 40 minutes ago at that gas station!"

"I did!" Ron countered, "But I only did number 1."

"And you HAD to do number 2 in your pants..." Kim groaned, looking at the seat of Ron's jeans, which now had brown stains on them...the liquid kind of brown stains.

"But I couldn't hold it in, KS!" Ron whined. "The cheese just gave in on my stomach and..."

"EWWW! TMI, Ron!" Kim shouted. "Let's just get out of here..."

When she began to walk, though, she felt a slight tug against her.

"Ron? Did you notice that?" Kim questioned.

"Notice what?" Ron wondered.

"Something seems to be stuck on my leg. Can you look down?" Kim requested.

Ron's brown eyes looked down and he saw that a barb of the barbed wire was caught against the right pants leg hem of his wife's overalls. To complicate things even further, it had rained earlier in the week and Kim's right wedge heel shoe was trapped in a mud hole

"I think I may have found the problem!" he exclaimed.

"Good, now, can you get it out?" Kim asked.

"I'll try to!" Ron replied.

"Maybe I can help!" May said, offering to help.

But Kim declined the offer.

"No, we got it under control! Can you take the kids back to the van?"

Mary nodded her head and escorted the kids back to the Stoppable-mobile.

"Man...this barb has got your overalls good, KS..." Ron said, trying to fiddle with the cloth to avoid getting pricked by the barb. It wasn't working too well.

"Ron...we don't have much time. We have to get back to the van!" Kim exclaimed. She was going to make a run for it.

But Ron sensed where this was going.

"KS, I don't think running would be a good..."

He then heard the denim fabric being torn off her overalls, and the right wedge shoe coming off her foot. It tore off half of the right overalls pantsleg and showed off most of her bare thigh and foot. Kim gasped at the damage being done to her clothes.

"...idea. But look on the bright side! At least you're free now!"

"Ron...let's just get out of here now before I make a further ass of myself!" Kim insisted.

The both of them got back to the van. Kim put the key in the ignition and started the engine. She shifted the gear to reverse...only to forget the fact that the left side of the bumper was ripped off by the information sign supports. It only left the right side intact.

Kim growled, holding her nose due to Ron's pants issue, "I am starting to hate this vehicle more and more..."

Ron replied, "Agreed with ya too!"

The Stoppable-mobile got back onto the interstate.

[saphirafoxgirlspost1]

(Open Rp) Romance, Spring, Mafia au And Toontown Au In "The City of love is like a Desert Rose"

In the beginning of Spring, on the Beautiful Cabin Where Saphira Booted her Sorry excuse Boyfriend but Now An Ex Boyfriend Name Ron Stoppable Out of Her cabin.. She threw his stuff at him and yelling at him and saying,

Saphira:" I KNEW YOU'VE BEEN LYING TO ME! FOR ALMOST 7 YEARS OF OUR RELATIONSHIP WAS NOTHING BUT LIES AND A SHAM!"

Ron: But Saphira, Babe! It's not what it Looks like!

Saphira: Oh really!?  Sleeping with 10 other women and Knocked 7 Them up and Have 10 babies while Mine is already dead Which is you Murdered them!! And thats not all! You Abused me for a month and Put me into a Coma For 5 Months!! FIVE F*cking Months!

Ron: Please Saph...I'm Sorry.. Forgive me! Give me another Chance....

Saphira: CHANCE!? Ha! You Brought Nothing but Dishonor to my Family and made a Laughing Stock Out of me to the Entire town Of Middleton!.. Mark My Words Stoppable, You will pay For this! I will bring my Children back! Even if it will take years to revive them And When I Do, You will see them again for the last time and you'll NEVER See them again! I Bid you goodbye and Never Come back!

Then The cherry blossom trees hits ron out from her Spirit world With a Branch..She Took every gifts that She bought for ron and Hid it with a trunk.. Time passed, Saphira was angry, humiliated, and most of all Really extremely hurt...While she was in middleton town, Everyone laughs at her..but Not everyone, Some of them are Feeling sorry For saphira...But Highschools and the town always Laughing at saphira....but then After Graduations... Saphira Decided that she Have Had Enough of her humiliation, So She began to try to find a place to stay..and Live in the Fine Luxurious Home.. So with no hope was around.. She turns on the Tv.. but Found a Good place.. The Place was Called "Toontown" She was So curious about this weird Spirit world place.. But..They said that only One Creature can Live in the fine Luxurious home.. So she made a call and decided to Move to that Lovely Place.. So they Finally accepted.. She pack her stuff and use her cabin as her Vacation home.. then She decided to make a Big Letters to everyone in middleton that She's Leaving this town For good... and it says

"To The People Of Middleton, If you read this That Means that I've Had Enough Being Humiliated and Made a Laughing stock For the last time, I'm Done being treated Like I'm a Childless Monster, And Being Laughed At just because I lost my babies by the Horrible Blood hands of Stoppable. I Don't Forgive every Single One of you For my Humility and My reputation, I'm Moving away For good.. I deserve better than this.. and So does my Dead unborns, And I got to say to Ron, I hope your Proud of yourself For being a Liar, cheater, Abuser, and a Cold Blooded Murderer. You don't deserve to be a Father at all! You Brought Dishonor to My Children and Me.. So Good Bye Forever! Sign- Saphira Lorraina Fox Of Cherry Blossom Forest

P.s Hope you Rot in Hell Stoppable"

When saphira Drive her Camaro with her bags and the papers Flies and everyone got the letters and they are Feeling guilty so much...Meanwhile Saphira Began to Drive to Toontown and She Is excited To Start fresh and feeling so much Alive.. When She made it there..

 Her Home is a Lovely Luxurious Mansion, She couldn't Believe her Kitsune eyes..She maybe rich for So long.... But She is Living in her Good and new Life. She got her stuff and Her Foxes friends began to go and explore the places.. She was so happy and settled a nice bedroom.. but then.. She found a good spare room and use her spells to make a beautiful babies room...She smiles at first but faded in tears..She was So heartbroken when she lost her babies...her 4 jars of unborns remains was put in the crib gently like it was her own living baby...She sits down and rock them very gentle...She sings a lullaby and then after that.. She was crying softly... but the next day..Saphira began to head out to find a right guy.. so she can get to know them better Before in relationship. So Months pass, Saphira was pretty feel upset.. many times that she date one toon..the next.. they disappeared and left nothing but Black gunk on it.. Saphira felt Hopeless, So She decided to head to the moonman bar where she can Drink her sorrows out of it... She sits down at the bar and Asking the bartender to get her some nami Sake cocktails. She pays it and then Drinks it sorrowfully...But then There is one guy who loves to seek for her hands of beauty, He is known as The Son Of Ink and he Is So charming that women can throw themselves at his feet..His name Is Benicio drew. When saphira sees him Her eyes widen and her heart was Shot by a cupid..as she sees him coming,, She tried to make herself look good and then he said...

[bcbdrums]

Five Kisses Under the Mistletoe

This fic is exactly as the title says. Please enjoy this glimpse at five Christmases shared by Drakken and Shego, from the first year they worked together to their first Christmas post-canon. This fanfic contains MAJOR SPOILERS for my long fic, There’s Christmas—and Christmas. If you've not read that fic, I highly recommend doing so first, because literally everything from that fic is spoiled in this one.

Recall from canon that Drakken pretends to be a radio psychiatrist to hide his villainy from his mother. This fic also answers @drakgoprompts prompt for mistletoe. Enjoy!

FFn     AO3

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Five Kisses Under the Mistletoe

Christmas, 2003 — The Caribbean Lair

Drakken stood up and wiped his hands on his jeans with a satisfied grin, stepping back to view the newly trimmed tree from every angle. The fresh scent of the Douglas fir permeated his being, and he sighed happily as he nodded at what was looking to be a perfect Christmas tree. He stepped back to the pile of boughs he had made and began to assess where to place them to further decorate the den for the coming holiday festivities.

He was startled suddenly at the sound of footfalls that were finally becoming familiar, and he turned just as his new side-kick walked through the door. She halted with wide eyes and took in the changes to the den as he grinned with nervous excitement and approached her. After scrutinizing the decor her eyes finally fell to him, starting at his black boots and traveling up the casual jeans and shirt-sleeves he had donned as he had declared the holidays would be a break from villainy.

He slowed his approach as something in her eyes made him suddenly nervous. Her face had colored slightly and she looked....put off, somehow. He opened his mouth to wish her a Merry Christmas, but as he drew breath she cut him off.

"Dr. Drakken...what's all this?" she asked with an air of disdain.

"I..." He was further confused by her growing unease and he cleared his throat and blinked several times to refocus. "I'm decorating for Christmas."

Shego stared at him, her expression having gone blank. "You mean you're...staying here for Christmas? All alone?"

Drakken suddenly realized...he had assumed Shego would be staying too. He opened his mouth again, but she continued.

"Or are the henchmen staying for some kind of...evil get together, like that picnic you attempted?"

Drakken frowned lightly. The picnic had been fine...until Williams had thrown up on Brooks.

"No," he said with a slight pout, "they've all gone home to their families. But—"

"Wait... Did you...did you think I was staying here for Christmas?" Shego asked.

Drakken bit his lip and physically took a step back at her affront. He didn't think it was so horrible a thought, and he had assumed that she, like himself, would not have any family to go home to, villains that they were. She may only be a side-kick, but her impressive resume suggested she was in a similar situation to his own.

"Well..."

Anything he might have said next was interrupted by Shego's laughter. Drakken looked down at his boots and began twiddling his thumbs, his side-kick beginning what was becoming familiar mocking in between her roars of laughter.

"What, you thought we would...sit around the fire, and...drink hot chocolate and exchange gifts, and... Wait, is that mistletoe?"

She had turned her gaze upward to where the green sprig with white berries hung above the doorway that the pair now stood on either side of. Her face flushed again, and anger entered her eyes.

"So the henchmen are all gone, and you thought what exactly?" she asked, leveling her fiery green gaze at him.

Drakken took another step back and waved his hands in innocence. "I didn't— I wasn't— It's only because—"

"What, so does working for you have additional expectations that weren't in the contract or something?"

"No! I—"

"Ugh, I cannot believe you! It's not just that you think I don't have something better to do than spend Christmas with my boss, but the fact that you actually hung mistletoe!? What, did you think somehow someone like me would actually—"

Drakken cut her off quickly by closing the distance between them in two large steps and grabbing her shoulders. Her words ended in a choked gasp, and her face flushed again as she stared up at his frustrated visage. He felt a sudden rush of panic as he realized what he'd done, but his impulsive act had effectively limited his choices to more severe mocking, probable pain, and the potential loss of his side-kick...or...

Drakken brought his lips down to Shego's and kissed her powerfully, his heart racing. And then, for a moment...bliss. Her lips were like heaven against his, until suddenly they were left cold and his chest felt like he'd just been hit by a truck. Of course, it was the green blast Shego had hit him with, knocking him back against a chair where he crumpled to the floor.

He didn't get to see her face as she retreated, she'd spun around so fast. But as he lay on the floor in shock and listened to her departing steps until they went silent, he couldn't help the feeling of warmth that flooded his chest.

Things might not have gone as he'd planned...but he decided, as long as Shego didn't quit...it was a good Christmas after all.

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Christmas, 2004 — The North Pole

Shego sat staring down at the remains of a very watery, formerly hot chocolate while seated inside what she had learned was the garbage container (impact-resistant, of course) from the failed Drak-Force One. That explained the smell... Having learned this fact after what had passed for 'Christmas dinner,' she had decided it was best not to ask where the food and drinks had come from.

She had foregone most of the singing, which the Possibles happily joined in on as Stoppable was co-leading the festivities with Drakken. But the twin boys had lost interest fairly quickly and were watching highlight reels of that extreme snow sports event on Possible's little hand-held device. Shego wondered idly if the two gave Possible as much trouble as her own twin brothers had growing up.

Drakken and Stoppable were still arm in arm as they sang, Possible seeming content to sing with them, while her parents were half-participating and half-seeming to be attempting to find a way out of the situation. Shego could think of a number of ways to end the extremely awkward truce that had been struck, but the first several on the list began with violence... She felt strangely obligated to keep the peace for Drakken's sake, all of the day's events considered. He had paid for her vacation after all...

As she was contemplating the few options she could think of that lacked violence, she noticed Possible suddenly narrow her eyes in mischief and begin staring at Stoppable. Shego looked between the pair and tried to figure out their silent communication. What on Earth could the teenaged thorn in her side be thinking? Surely she wasn't planning some trick to escape the awkward festivities...

Suddenly Stoppable's singing ceased, and Shego caught sight of his wily grin just before he elbowed Drakken a few times to get his attention and then pushed him in her direction.

"Oh, look who's under the mistletoe now!" the blond boy sang out giddily.

Shego's eyes widened and her jaw dropped as she looked up at the piece of parsley that she was inexplicably seated directly beneath. She stood up in alarm, but then she caught sight of Drakken's horrified face and something in her relaxed. He wasn't going to do it...

The memory of the prior year's unexpected kiss had rushed back to her, but with the fear of a repeat having faded at his terror-stricken expression she recalled...just how good a kisser her boss actually was. She bit the inside of her cheek as part of her mind told her that a mutual innocent and totally platonic kiss wouldn't be such a horrible thing after all. She took a breath and was about to voice the thought, when...

"Go on Drew," the voice of James Possible sounded, and Shego turned back to where Drakken's old schoolmate stood next to his wife, his arm around her waist and a devilish look on his face. "Let's see you kiss a girl under the mistletoe."

Shego's brow furrowed slightly. She didn't really know the history between the two former friends, but she did know it wasn't a good one. She set her jaw and turned with resolve, but she had barely made eye contact with Drakken before he was all but sprinting through the exit hatch.

"Well this has been lovely, we must do it again sometime!" he called without even a backwards glance. And with that, he was gone.

Shego blinked as she realized all eyes in the dimly-lit container had turned to her. She scowled and tossed her drink on the fire as she stalked out after Drakken. Knowing him, he would get lost in the snow and run into that polar bear... And she had parked her hover-car a fair ways away.

"Shego, what—"

Shego cut Possible off with a cold glance over her shoulder.

"Merry Christmas," she bit out more harshly than was probably warranted. "Truce ends tomorrow, unless you want it to end now."

She lit up her hands in warning, but didn't wait to see the teen's reaction as she left the compartment and began following her boss's footprints through the snow. As the wind whipped against her face the spell of the evening was broken, and her thoughts drifted back to the beach and all the things she would do the next day when she got back after depositing Drakken at the lair. And yet, creeping through her thoughts was the memory of Drakken's frightened reaction when she had turned intending to kiss him. And disturbingly, her own reaction of disappointment.

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Christmas, 2005 — The Spider Lair (Steal Wheels; Rappin' Drakken)

"But Drewbie, I don't understand why you aren't decorating this year."

Shego eyed her blue-skinned boss as he skulked around the lab equipment, trying to evade his mother who had showed up unexpectedly—again—and was following her son around with numerous questions about his lack of holiday decor. As it was still a week until Christmas, Shego didn't see the big deal. Unless of course, Drakken came from the type of family that treated the entire month like one long holiday... She herself had never had such an experience.

"I'm going to be working through Christmas this year, Mother. That's all," Drakken explained, continuing to try to avoid the woman.

"Oh but surely you can do a few things to make it more festive around here. There's more than enough room for a tree, a nice wreath on the door..."

Shego watched the changing expressions on Drakken's face that indicated both his internal struggle and his frustration with his mother's presence. For her part, the green-skinned villainess was enjoying the display. It had been some time since Drakken's mother had showed up, and the only chaos she had brought with her this time seemed to be her very loud opinions about how her son spent the season.

"Nyeghn... Mother, how about I just hang a wreath on the door? And, look, lights!" he said, pushing a button on one of the lab control consoles. Various red, green, and white lights began flashing in sequence. Shego pursed her lips and nodded approvingly at the coincidence.

"Oh, but dear..."

Shego watched as the woman turned away from her son for a moment, to his relief—his entire being seemed to decompress—and stepped over to the large carpet bag she had brought in the way of luggage.

"You really should have a tree, and some mistletoe..."

Shego blanched and she swallowed nervously, not daring to glance at Drakken. She wondered what on Earth the odds were as the older woman began producing holiday decor from her bag. Words were exchanged between Drakken and his mother, but Shego didn't hear them as she watched a wreath, a box of glass icicles, a mass of candy canes with a large spool of ribbon, and indeed...mistletoe...being laid out across Drakken's work-bench.

She turned and left the great room of the lab, crossing her arms as she walked down the curved hallway of the lair toward her bedroom. It crossed her mind that it was probably time to move lairs, since Drakken's mother had visited that one twice now in less than six months. But more central to her thoughts was wondering whether or not she would return later to find the lab decorated as she had the first year she had worked for Drakken.

In all likelihood it would be even more festive, given the way he had decorated the garbage container at the North Pole the prior year. And considering the importance his mother seemed to put on appearance...Shego wasn't sure she wanted to return to the lab later at all.

After reaching her room, she changed into a bathing suit and flopped onto her tanning bed. She put her sunglasses on and flipped the switch to turn on her heat lamp. It was only December eighteenth... She realized that decorations aside, the higher priority was going to be making sure Drakken's mother didn't decide to make herself at home in the lair. Or else, she would be starting her beach vacation early that year.

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When Shego decided to brave the lab hours later there was ample evidence of the two Lipskys' presence, though they weren't there at the moment. A modest tree took up one bare corner, decorated with red glass baubles, candy canes tied with red ribbon, glass icicles, and what appeared to be glittery plastic snowflakes. An actual string of Christmas lights was now wrapped around a fake garland and hung up around the focusing laser. Shego shook her head, not even bothering to take in the rest of the decor that had somehow appeared.

She was turning to go back to her room to pack, when the front door of the lair slid open.

"...Yes Mother, it's all very festive now. So...w-when does your flight leave?"

"Why Drew, it sounds like you want me to go away, Son!"

"N-No, o-...of course not Mother! But I still have a lot of work to do and as I said...I'll be very busy this holiday season."

Shego smirked as she watched the pair descend the stairs, Drakken's arms laden with brown shopping bags and his mother holding only one small plastic one.

"Oh but Drew, you have to take time off! It's not healthy."

Shego shifted her weight to the side and recrossed her arms as she watched Drakken's discomfort. She did feel for him, but there was just too much opportunity for entertainment in the present circumstance.

"Yeah Dr. D. Some time off might do something about that bulging vein in your forehead. Get out of the...office, and take a vacation."

Both Lipskys stared at her, Drakken's face morphing from confusion into a scowl while his mother's bloomed into an excited grin. Her bag was dropped on the work-bench as her hands balled into excited fists beneath her chin.

"Oh Drewbie, you could come home for the holidays!"

"N-N-Now, Mother..."

"Oh, it will be just like old times!"

"No I, I'm afraid it's impossible!" Drakken insisted probably too harshly. His mother's face fell, and he adopted an obviously fake but gentle smile. "I have too many patients in...very critical condition who cannot be left alone for that length of time."

Mrs. Lipsky's brows knitted as she considered. "Since you treat them over the phone, couldn't you work from home?"

"No, Mother! I...I need everything I have here at the office, and I need Shego's assistance," he said, moving to stand slightly behind Shego as soon as his bags had been deposited on the floor.

Shego glanced back at him with a smirk, and his eyes darkened briefly in annoyance before he was nodding at his mother with greater assurance now. Shego's grin broadened.

"But Dr. D., I'm going to the Bahamas for the holidays, remember?" she reminded him.

Drakken visibly startled and looked at her with such a rapid flurry of emotions that she couldn't keep up with them. Her smirk grew, and she was about to encourage the trip to his mother's when the woman spoke up.

"Oh! Look who's under the mistletoe!"

It was Shego's turn to startle as she peered upward and saw that in fact, the mistletoe had been hung and she and Drakken were directly beneath it. Her eyes narrowed and Drakken recoiled a step, but at his reaction she forced away her scowl and smirked at him in challenge. If anything was to get his mother out of the lair, and probably earn her an earlier start to her tropical vacation, it was this very threat. She raised her brow in anticipation and stared directly at Drakken.

For his part, his face had fallen to total confusion and he seemed to want to speak for the way his lips trembled but was unable to find the words.

"Drewbie!" Mama Lipsky's loud whisper called across the short distance toward her son. "What are you waiting for?"

Drakken looked anxiously between his mother and and Shego, his uncertainty growing.

"I... But..."

"You told me she was single. Now's your chance!"

Shego wanted to question the conversation that had clearly been had about her while the small family was out shopping, but she was more interested in seeing whether or not Drakken would run like the last time, or simply make an excuse. Her smirk broadened as she watched him begin to sweat and his brow begin to darken.

"M-Mother..."

"Be a man and make a move!" his mother said in her loud whisper.

Shego closed her eyes as she struggled to suppress her laughter. She could see the golden sands of the resort already as she listened to Drakken's frustrated growl. And then...

The softest of pecks caused her eyes to shoot open just as Drakken's lips left her cheek. She vaguely took in his mother's delighted expression, but her face was flushing too quickly. She couldn't help but glance at Drakken and saw he was equally flustered, his eyes deep pools of worry. Unable to blink away her own unease, she turned and strode rapidly out of the lab, needing an escape.

"See, Drewbie? She likes you!"

"N-No, Mother..." Drakken's voice was weary and disturbed.

"Didn't you see the way she blushed?"

"I'm lucky she didn't blast me."

"Blast you? What do you mean?"

Their voices faded as Shego quickened her pace, the flush on her face having become a warmth spreading to every nerve ending. Why hadn't she blasted him?

The sunny beaches suddenly didn't appeal to her, and she in fact wished for a colder climate and the stereotypical 'white Christmas' to cool the fire that was swirling disturbingly within her. Lacking that, she decided a cool shower would have to do.

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Christmas 2006 — The Caribbean

Drakken hung back slightly as he nervously surveyed the scene in the private living area he and Shego shared in the lair. It was far from private that evening with nearly every henchman he employed being in attendance at the Christmas party before departing to spend the holidays with their families. Considering how many months of that year had been lost, spent between jail, rebuilding his favored lair, recovering his health, and finding a new relational balance with his side-kick—something he would forever be a bit concerned about—it had in fact been a decent year. Nearly all of his former henchmen had returned to work for him, and while evil had been slow, profits had still been high. He wondered how many of the men had chosen to attend the party due to the Christmas bonuses he had paid them all at the beginning of that week.

"Hey Dr. D., why don't we have a piano in here?" Shego called drunkenly across the room.

Drakken grimaced. Shego was far from the only person inebriated, but he didn't like seeing her that way. Especially considering that it was less than half a year ago that she hadn't wanted anything to do with him. She was still a wild card in his mind, and the thought made his chest ache as there was no one he had trusted more in the past. And no one he wanted to trust more, now...

About five of the henchmen had begun a rousing rendition of 'Hark! The Herald Angels Sing,' leaving Drakken wondering how many of his employees might be religious and also just how much eggnog and other spirits they had consumed to be swaying near the Christmas tree, arms wrapped around one another, and veritably pouring emotion from their souls.

'We. She said we...' Drakken mused to himself, replaying Shego's question to him in his mind. Was it a slip of the tongue? Or was she really through being angry with him over the events of the first half of the year? Did she really view them as a 'we' again, pursuing evil together... He hadn't even realized at what point he had begun to think of them that way, but it was abundantly clear that he had... And something deep inside of him desperately wanted to again.

Lacking a piano, one of the henchmen had taken matters into his own hands and grabbed the small radio Drakken kept near the TV. The staticky sounds were turned up loud, and for several seconds, strains of 'Let It Snow' from the FM conflicted with the traditional hymn the henchmen were still crooning together out of tune. Before long most of the crowd had switched over to sing along with the accompanied song, while three still clung to one another and belted out the majestic proclamation next to the tree.

Shego's cackle suddenly arrested Drakken's attention, and he watched uneasily as she downed another glass of eggnog and then perched up atop the old TV that was playing some black-and-white special. She had a good voice, he noted, as she sang along loudly... But Drakken couldn't really listen as he cast his eyes over the rest of the room to where the majority of the men, not intoxicated in the slightest, were watching her with a mixture of amusement and intrigue.

He grimaced. He knew none of them would dare act upon any secret thought in the moment... If they did they'd be blasted by Shego faster than he could terminate their contracts. But he was more concerned about the gossip that would come after the night's festivities. He took a small sip from his own brandy-laced eggnog and began mentally calculating how much he could afford to pay each of them in yet another bonus just to buy their silence over the evening.

His concentration was broken as Henchman Welch, a man who didn't drink, sidled up to him then, his eyes locked on the green-skinned woman.

"Now, Dr. Drakken..." The man's voice was sly, and Drakken frowned. "I have my limits on evil, as most of us do. But my missus always wants to know about all the goings-on here at work... And she's got a lot of friends in influential places..."

"Two-hundred," Drakken said, cutting the man off. He forced himself to breathe evenly as he stared the man down.

Welch smirked. "And can I spread that around to the rest of the boys?"

Drakken sighed internally as he nodded. "You can also tell them that the trans-dimensional vortex inducer is the alternative, if anyone thinks about asking for more."

The cold gaze he leveled at the man seemed to do the trick as Welch visibly recoiled. The henchman nodded in understanding before walking away to speak to another man leaning against the back of the sofa.

Drakken's eyes drifted back to Shego and widened suddenly as he realized she was approaching him. Henchmen parted the way for her as she moved with purpose, stepping over the coffee table only to bump into the sofa. She caught herself with her hands on its back and then beckoned him forward with one finger, a mischievous grin on her face. He felt a nervous twist in his gut as he pushed off the wall and started slowly toward her.

"Sing with me, Dr. D.!" she said merrily, reaching a hand out toward him, fingers grasping repeatedly at the air. He anxiously took in her blood-shot eyes beneath drooping eyelids, and the sway of her frame as she attempted to stand up straight. As he reached the back of the sofa he reached a hand out tentatively in response, but she ignored it as she lunged forward and took his eggnog from his other hand.

He only managed a mild sputter of protest as she downed the beverage in two quick gulps and spun around to set the empty glass on the coffee table. The henchman sitting on the sofa had backed into one corner and was smirking up devilishly at Drakken. He grimaced and wondered how quickly the word would spread of the extra incentive to keep quiet about the night...or else.

"'Should auld acquaintance be forgot~'" Shego was singing along with the radio, facing him and reaching forward with both hands this time. Drakken kept his stubbornly at his sides, but cleared his throat and sang along, to her apparent delight as she leaned across the sofa again to smile into his face as the song continued. Around them, most of the henchmen were singing too. Drakken hoped the drunken caroling would be the end limit on how far the party had escalated past the White Elephant gifts and cookies he had baked.

As the song ended Shego flopped down on the couch with an uncharacteristic giggle, her head dropping to the back of the sofa as she continued to look up at Drakken. Suddenly her eyes widened, and Drakken felt another swirl of unease as she rolled over in a very feline way that reminded him of incidents precipitated by a certain moodulator more than a year prior. Her expression was devious as she rose up to her knees on the sofa, running her fingers back through her hair to push it out of her face.

"Guess who's under the mistletoe," she said in a low voice that absolutely terrified him. Drakken barely had the chance to glance up to see the truth of it before her hands were digging into his shoulders. He gasped, and then her lips were on his in a way he had only ever felt in his wildest dreams. He stumbled and caught himself on the back of the sofa, staring without focus at her closed eyes as her arms wrapped around his neck, effectively trapping him in the surprise embrace.

The cheers and jeers of the henchmen kept him grounded to reality, and he could just see some of their faces beyond Shego's volume of hair. He rolled his eyes and felt an internal twist as he realized his bank account was about to get significantly smaller.

Shego's tongue seeking purchase between his lips suddenly set off every remaining alarm in his head, and with a great effort he pried her arms from around him and was able to push her off. He held her arms for fear of another attack as she smirked at him seductively, and for a moment he stared in stupefaction at the unexpected turn of events. Did Shego...did Shego...actually want him?

He wasn't able to go any further with that line of thought as the continued catcalls and lewd remarks from the henchmen surrounding them reminded him of the necessity to focus. He thought quickly, and as Shego began to lunge forward for another kiss, he dodged and leaned close to her ear, bringing his voice down to a whisper.

"Wait for me in my bedroom," he said.

He felt Shego tense within his grip, and then relax. He didn't dare look at her face as she slowly leaned out of his grasp, and he released her as she began walking around the sofa, stumbling slightly as she turned back toward him. Drakken stiffened as she leaned up against his side, keeping his gaze forward on the television as her gloved hand slid up the front of his lab coat.

"Don't be long," she said in a low voice. Every nerve in his body reacted in a mixture of heat and cold terror, and then she giggled again as she tripped lightly on her walk away, seemingly oblivious to the crowd around them. He glanced after her to make sure she was gone, and then looking back he jumped at the sight of too many eyes staring at him.

"F-Five hundred dollars for each of you to forget this entire night ever happened," he declared loudly, hoping his voice sounded stronger than it felt.

"Do we still get the other extra two hundred?" Welch called out.

"Yes," Drakken said with a scowl in the man's direction. "So an additional seven-hundred dollar bonus to what I already gave you, if you forget everything that occurred this evening."

A loud hum of agreement rose from the henchmen, but casting his eyes around he could see that many of the men were considering possible alternatives. He frowned.

"And if anyone gets any ideas...remember I can show Shego the security tape," he said, pointing to the camera up in the corner. The murmurs around him quieted. "She'll have very different ideas about how to ensure your silence."

The hush that fell over the room told Drakken that the threat had convinced them.

"When do we get the cash?" a man asked.

"Nnghn...I'll transfer it to each of your accounts tonight. G-Go on now, party's over!" Drakken declared.

The henchmen began filing out of the room, muttering various comments and questions amongst themselves as they went. As they left Drakken could see just how much physical damage they had done in the lair, with the amount plastic cups and empty bottles strewn about the room. Some of the decor had been disrupted as well, and he crossed the room with the intent to fix a fallen garland.

"Hey, Boss?"

Drakken glanced back to see Henchman Garth lingering in the doorway, the rest of the men having exited.

"Yes?" he ground out.

"Merry Christmas."

"...Merry Christmas."

When the man had vanished, Drakken looked back at the garland. He sighed as a great weariness suddenly hit him, and he snatched up the radio and turned it off in a hurry, slamming the device down too hard and then pressing the power button the TV with equally undue force.

He stalked back to the sofa, kicking a liquor bottle and some tinsel as he went, and after picking up one of the decorative pillows from the floor he fluffed it ineffectively and lay down. He didn't know how long it would take for the alcohol to knock Shego out, but he had no intention of being anywhere near her again until she was sober.

After a few minutes of discomfort and wondering how long he could rest before taking care of the henchmen's bribe, he rolled onto his back and opened his eyes which he realized he'd been holding tightly shut. It proved to be a mistake as he found himself staring up at the mistletoe, and the memory of Shego's passionate kiss flooded back to him in a rush.

Suddenly, he was assaulted with panic as all of his mistakes in that moment became eminently clear. Why hadn't he tried to push her away immediately? Why had he told her to go to his room? If he'd said hers, he could be sleeping comfortably in his own bed that night.

As his eyes lingered on the mistletoe, his thoughts fell to the kiss again, and he replayed the events a second time. He grimaced as he thought of the words he'd used to get her out of the situation, but then...his tired and slightly-tipsy mind leapt ahead to the state she might be in, waiting for him in his bed with the thoughts he had deliberately planted.

He rolled over again, pinching his eyes tightly shut as nausea swept through him. Every year, somehow, his attempt to celebrate Christmas ended in disaster.

'Never again,' he silently vowed as he forced away all thoughts of the soft, heavenly touch of green lips.

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Christmas 2007 — The Caribbean

Shego sat at the kitchen table, leaned back in her chair and watching Drakken's furrowed brow as he finished packing away the few pieces of Christmas decor that had survived the fire. His dog, Admiral Cuddles, was happily wagging its tail while standing at Drakken's ankles, having moved on from the disaster Shego had escalated for no reason other than her own enjoyment. And given the stress of the days that had followed the fire, she felt entirely justified in the impulsive act.

Drakken sighed as he began wrapping tape around the cardboard box of knick-knacks, his brow still furrowed as it had been for the entire two weeks it had taken to get his mother to accept his chosen lifestyle and finally depart. Shego wondered at the logic in keeping any of the decorations at all, considering most of them had been bought for farce to convince Mama Lipsky during her visit that Drakken had embraced the hero persona that the media had saddled him with after the Lorwardian incident.

As Drakken finished taping the box, Shego's own brow furrowed as she realized something.

"Drakken..."

He looked up at her and his expression cleared slightly.

"You didn't hang any mistletoe this year," she stated, a hint of question in her tone.

Drakken's brow furrowed further. "It's always been a problem..." he muttered. "Although I...don't know how it could have made things any worse this year."

Shego smirked even as her brow twisted in concern. It had been a near-solid month of chaos and crisis, the joys countered with a new disaster at nearly every turn.

Admiral Cuddles, unable to get his master's attention, turned his focus to Shego. He jumped up on her legs where they were crossed, and she glanced at the dog thoughtfully. A small push with her foot got him down, but he remained at her side with a curious expression, tail wagging expectantly.

Her eyes lingered on the dog as she considered Drakken's words. In a flash, understanding came, and her expression fell to sympathy for a moment before she peered at Drakken again.

Shego pushed herself to her feet, the nausea that had been mild that morning suddenly sweeping over her along with a wash of dizziness. She leaned against the table, and Drakken, noticing her plight, abandoned his efforts to tape the box and hurried to her side. One of his hands held her elbow for support as his other found her hip. Shego grimaced against the waves of queasiness and tried to smile as she leaned gratefully into his touch, slight though it was. She held his arm tightly with one hand while her other moved to cover her abdomen in what was starting to become a habit.

"I wanted you to kiss me," she said plainly, her gaze resting unfocused on his chest.

"What?"

"Under the mistletoe... Every Christmas. I wanted you to kiss me," she admitted, looking up at him.

Drakken's brow furrowed ever-further. "You blasted me when I kissed you that first time."

Shego shifted her weight and her smile faded slightly. "You deserved it. As my boss...you had no business kissing me like that, mistletoe or not."

Drakken looked confused. "But then...the next two years..."

"You ran away when we were at the North Pole," she accused. "And then we had to fly all night in the snow to get back here. You should have just sucked it up and kissed me. I still don't get why you didn't."

Drakken's face morphed to anger and he snarled. "Because James Possible was just out to mock me! He wanted me to try to steal a kiss and then get blasted, just like what happened back in college when...when I got punched for trying it."

Shego's brow rose, and her expression became thoughtful.

"So...the next year when your mother was at the lair, and you kissed my cheek..."

"I just wanted to appease her, I— Wait... You...wanted me to kiss you?"

His eyes had grown wide with incredulity. Shego shrugged.

"Yeah. After seeing what a good kisser you were that first time... If I was ready for it, it could have been fun. But when your mother showed up uninvited...I was kind of just trying to make you uncomfortable."

Drakken frowned. "Why?"

Shego glanced away. "Little bit of revenge for running away the year before... And also for not kissing me back when Bortel's device was affecting me."

Drakken gawped at her. "That— You... But that would have been unethical!"

"Says the man who just spent two weeks convincing his mother why he's going to keep on being a villain," she said with a smirk.

Drakken growled slightly and looked away, his fingers pressing into her hip.

Shego took a step, guiding him to lean back against the kitchen counter where she leaned into him. Her arms rested around his neck as his settled around her waist, and she relished in the familiar feel of his fingers pressing gently into her flesh.

"I know you hung mistletoe last year but... I guess me getting drunk ruined that," she said, her face falling slightly. "I'd been thinking about a kiss ever since you decorated that week."

Drakken glanced away nervously. "Actually, ah..."

Shego raised a curious brow.

"We did kiss last year."

"We did...?" Shego asked. "But you said...I just passed out," she recalled, her brow furrowing even as her cheeks colored at the memory. Despite the very rational explanation he'd given her at the time, she would never forget how disturbing it had been to wake up naked and alone in her boss's bed with a hangover.

"B-Before that..." Drakken admitted. "You kissed me...in front of all the henchmen. I...sent you to my room to get you out of there, and then paid them for their silence."

Shego tried to remember, but her memories of that Christmas aside from waking up consisted only of a lot of alcohol and bad singing.

"The whole thing...kind of put me off of mistletoe," Drakken concluded, his voice having tensed as he clearly recalled events from the past Christmas differently than she did.

Shego leaned into Drakken more heavily as another wave of nausea hit her. His face fell to worry as he held her closer, but she looked up at him with a soft smile.

"Wish you'd hung it again this year..." she said thoughtfully. "We could have redeemed the past four years."

Drakken's brow furrowed in regret, but then he suddenly gasped and jumped slightly, forcing Shego to step out of his embrace. She understood soon enough as she saw the typically-suppressed vine mutation slither out from behind his neck. At their feet, Admiral Cuddles barked threateningly at the invader whilst backing away under the table in confusion.

"We haven't been doing your injections," Shego stated the obvious, one hand still on her abdomen as she braced herself against the table with the other.

"What's the point..." Drakken said with a heavy sigh. "It's never going to go away. It's too strong."

The discussion was halted before it could begin as they both stared in curiosity at the vine. The pink flower that guided it had pulled open the door of the refrigerator and was presently snaking inside.

"What, now it needs food too instead of just water and sunlight?" Shego quipped, though her brow had begun to twist in worry.

They were both left astonished when the pink flower emerged, a piece of parsley wrapped between a small coil of the vine, and then it moved to hover and dangle the parsley a couple of feet above Drakken's head. Shego looked between the plant and her husband-to-be's face as he peered up at the herb. His expression was unreadable. Shego pushed off the table and approached him again.

"So...you say this thing operates off of what your subconscious wants?" she asked with a smirk.

Drakken's only response was to roll his eyes and grumble, but his hands moved around her waist again as she snuggled against his chest. She struggled to withhold a hiss as greater nausea struck her, and Drakken held her tighter as his brow furrowed briefly in worry. But he shifted and she leaned away slightly to let one of his hands cover her abdomen. His expression had fallen into a soft smile, his eyes brimming with joy. Despite herself, she still blushed as she set one of her hands over his. She wondered when the awe over their baby growing inside her would fade, or if it ever would.

She smiled up at him and then glanced higher to where the vine was holding the parsley a bit lower. She smirked even as the flush in her cheeks intensified.

"Merry Christmas, Drakken," she whispered.

He brought his forehead down to rest lightly on hers, and the happiness in his eyes caused her entire being to flood with warmth.

"Merry Christmas, Shego," he answered softly. And they moved slowly in unison until finally their lips met in a long-awaited, loving, and picture-perfect kiss.

[zackmartin]

35 😊 (for the fanfiction writer questions)

Ahh, K, thank you 🥺🥺💕💕

35. Ramble about any fic-related thing you want!

okay. So, y’all know I’m really fickle when it comes to fic ideas, like I’ll talk about one to no end, I’ll write for a few weeks and then I’ll never touch it again and it goes unfinished so take everything I say here with a grain of salt but...

Ever since I wrote out my kid OC HC lists (x, x, x, x) I’ve kind of been getting full-blown scenes in my head so I’ve thought about doing a little one-shot series that would just be like. a side project for when I need a break from my “big” WIPs. 

And it would still be pretty Henry/Zack centric, but it’d be kind of, family sitcom style (think The Middle or Modern Family) where it’s basically just Hen and Zack trying to deal with the challenges of raising Izzy and Felix while also juggling other life stuff like full-time jobs, finding time for each other, etc etc. It’s still in the pretty early stages, I don’t have a lot written yet, but when I was brain-storming potential plots for the individual shots I had one that was like, a family vacation, one where Felix is begging Zack and Henry to let him get a dog, there’s one where they (Zack & Hen) get called to Izzy’s school in the middle of the day because she’s in trouble, things like that. And, the other characters would make appearances too, like Jasp and Izzy spending a day together, Cody having to babysit last minute one day and not knowing how to handle it, etc.  

But, I also have this fic idea that’s more Izzy and Felix centric, and it’s basically like a combination of Adventures in Babysitting/License to Drive (or if you want the updated Disney channel reboots it’d be the one with Sabrina Carpenter and Sofia Carson of the same name and Mark and Russel’s Wild Ride with Joey Bragg and that kid that’s on the goldbergs and he played Ron Stoppable in the live-action Kim Possible) and it’s basically: Izzy’s stuck babysitting one night but she really wants to go to this concert in a neighboring city, so she steals her grandpa’s sports car (Zack’s dad), without a license, mind you, and Felix gets dragged into it, and it’s basically them getting into trouble and trying to beat Henry and Zack back home while also trying to get the car back in one piece, without a single scratch. 

Send me fanfiction writer asks! 

[amostexcellentblog]

So I’m sure this wasn’t a deliberate choice on the writers’ part, but rewatching KP and I can’t help but realize that Ron has TERRIBLE PARENTS!!

Like on multiple occasions they go behind his back to make life changing decisions and then spring them on him without giving him proper time to adjust. And of course they sent him to that terrible summer camp that psychologically scarred him for years afterwards and apparently ignored his repeated distressed phone calls about it. No wonder Ron is with the Possibles constantly, even for Christmas (which he doesn’t even celebrate) and their family vacations. I mean I know the Stoppables had some good moments, but rewatching as an adult makes you notice they make some really questionable parenting choices.

[theronfactcr]

Ron Stoppable About - UPDATED

tw: mentions of neglect

Born January 28th, 1996. Age 23.

Never cared much for traditional masculinity. Used to dress up as a princess or ballerina, loved his Easy Bake Oven, and crafting. Now he mostly wears Smarty Mart Clothes, but is still a far cry from what most people would call “manly” - he’s very sensitive and in-tune with emotions.

Met Kim Possible in pre-school. He stood up for her when she was being made fun of and it was the first time he ever felt brave. In the same day, she beat up three bullies that were picking on him as well. Since then, they’ve been inseparable.

His parents love him, but can be neglectful. He was always given the basics, but his parents were awful at communicating with him. They made a lot of decisions without telling him, like adopting a baby. When he came home that day, his room was turned into a nursery and his parents had moved him into the attic. The same year, they were talking about moving to Norway and were just about to book plane tickets when Ron broke down just thinking about leaving Sunnyside behind. 

Also, one year they refused to pick him up from camp “Wannasleep” (aka: wannaweep) even though he called three times a day and begged to go home. He was being bullied and in the end, was forced to use a pillow that had been used by a boy with head lice. Not knowing any of this because they didn’t listen, they stopped taking his calls and thought camp would make him more independent and tougher.

His parents weren’t really home much anyway so he spent a lot of his time at the Possibles. He became a huge part of their family - including dinner, holidays, heck even some vacations.

He definitely texts Mr. and Mrs. Possible dumb things.

Often forgotten and picked last in school. He was never invited to parties unless it was Kim inviting him. Sometimes, but rarely, physically bullied and made fun of. Usually it was just snickers behind his back.

He was really clumsy in his childhood and teenage years which everyone made fun of, but around 17-18 he found himself and his balance. In his junior year he was the team mascot and in his senior year, he was the running back on the football team. He was pretty good too! Okay, not like…the tackling bit, but he was a really fast runner. However, by then it was too late. Everyone knew him as the clumsy dude and once you’re in a role, you’re stuck.

Ron is really harsh on himself. Always second-guessing his decisions, thinks negatively about his life choices and his abilities, and just in general doubts his potential. He loves Kim, but being friends with someone so amazing can do that to you. Sometimes he thinks it’s okay because Kim can be competitive and he loves to make her happy, so cementing himself in second place achieves that.

Ron’s father is allergic to dogs and cats, so Ron adopted a rat named Rufus in high school.

Started working at Bueno Nacho his senior year and still hasn’t left. He’s been one of their most valuable employees and he puts a lot of care into what he does. It’s not just fast-food to him, it’s art. He even created a popular menu item, The Naco.

Bueno Nacho invigorated a passion for creating food. He thinks he should go to culinary school, but he hasn’t done anything about it. He doubts himself too much and hates change.

He also did rather…poorly in school. Very average grades. Mostly C’s, maybe a B scattered about (and a couple D’s) so why would he want to go back?

Really hates change. Like, really, really hates it. It can send him spiraling. He definitely has anxiety, leading him to get really overwhelmed with negative thoughts that spiral out of control and cause him to make questionable decisions.

He’s just drifting through life right now - pretending to be okay with no one seemingly remembering him and just being KP’s best friend. He’ll wear a smile, but he’s…wanting for something more in life.

Personality -

+ Laid-back, thick skin, cheerful, upbeat, creative, profound

- Lazy, unconfident, clumsy, childish/immature, resistant to change

[shego-appreciation]

1-28 for Kim Possible

1. How to soothe them: Take her for dinner and a shopping spree

2. Favourite colour: Blue

3. Favourite candy bar: Snickers

4. Favourite Movie: The Notebook 

5. Best date night: Fancy dinner and a movie

6. Best Friend: Ron Stoppable

7. Favourite Pizza toppings: Cheese 

8. Personal Style: Casual Trendy 

9. What they want in a S/O: Someone that she can be herself and laugh with. 

10. Do they like rollar coasters? Yes

11. The song they dance their ass off to: Sk8ter Boi 

12. Something that always makes them cry: Sad movies

13. Puppies or kittens? Kittens

14. Preferred weather: Sunny with a light breeze 

15. First impression of this character: I wanted to be her

16. My thoughts on this character now: I think she’s real cute and a good role model for younger girls 

17. Best thing about them: Her morals and intelligence 

18. Worst thing about them: Her slight arrogance 

19. Their happiest moment: When she graduated & kissed Ron 

20. Their worst moment: When she felt that she failed a mission 

21. Dream vacation: A romantic beach vacation

22. How they hold a holiday dinner: She makes everything, everything has to be perfect (although she does need Ron’s help with cooking). 

23. Which week they go home on bake off: The first week

24. Bad cook or good cook? Awful

25. Signature dinner dish: Mashed Potatoes

26. If they had 1 month left to live: She would buy all of the outfits that she wouldn’t/couldn’t before, and spend a lot of time with her family and friends - probably giving up on hero work. 

27. How they’re mischaracterized: As being perfect when she does have her flaws. 

28. How to hurt them: Play with her heart. 

Kim’s as promised!

Edit: I made some changes after the comments reminded me of some things I forgot of in canon

[iamlordmeatwad]

Measure of a Mook Chapter 1: A Kim Possible Fanfic

"So what do you tell them?"

"Who?"

"Your family."

"Oh."

The Crooked Hook: Providence, Rhode Island July 10, 2007: 10:28PM

A middle-aged, heavyset man with a handlebar mustache grinned, taking a swig from his glass of whiskey. "I tell them that I'm a traveling salesman. So far, I haven't had any problems."

"Gee, Bob, and you've been in the business for how long? Don't tell me...six years?" an equally large man with sunken cheeks responded, leaning up agains the bar eagerly. His whiskey glass more or less full.

"Yep," Bob said proudly, leaning back in his chair at the booth, soaking in the music. Classic country songs by Tim McGraw and Faith Hill were the selected tunes for the tavern that evening. Good times. "And what do you tell your family, Carl?"

"Oh, um, heh," Carl said, forcing a smile. "Don't have one anymore."

Bob turned around, looking into Carl's shimmering eyes. "Wow, I'm sorry—I didn't know that. What happened, man? If you don't mind me asking."

"D-don't mind at all. During the whole, uh, Li'l Diablo's thing, I kinda freaked. Usually, you try to relocate them somewhere safe. Like, say he wants to raise the ocean level, well that's a family vacation to La Rinconada..."

"Where's that?"

"Peru. Highest city in the world."

"No kidding!"

"Yeah, but anyways, when the big guy wants to launch a global attack on the world, I-I mean, where do you bring your family then? I told them everything, and well..." Carl put his glass down and leaned his head up against his hands.

"That's rough, man," Bob frowned, squirming a little as he watched his fellow colleague break down right there in front of him. "Uh," he grunted, reaching out towards Carl, placing a rough hand on his shoulder. "You can do it."

"What?" Carl asked suddenly, his shock completely overriding his sadness.

"We're not there yet, are we?" Bob asked before retracting his hand. Carl shook his head. He took a swig from his whiskey, then looked up at the television screen above them. "Well would you look at that?"

A brilliant, orange explosion tore through a helicopter. Two shadows descended from the blast, falling quickly, and then stopping for a moment. A parachute, perhaps? They continued to fall, and then finally came into clear picture. A girl with auburn hair and emerald eyes, confidently making her aerial descent, holding onto a cowering elderly man in a tuxedo with one strong arm. Her blond-haired brown-eyed companion was a little less calm, holding her free hand, and using his other hand to shield his eyes from the drop.

"There they are," Bob mused, smiling at the screen.

Carl sat up in his chair, folding his hands neatly together. Those two kids. He was well acquainted with both...at least with their fists. He looked away from the screen, down at the stain covered tabletop.

"Yep. That's them alright."

Yamanouchi Ninja School: Yamanouchi, Japan July 14, 2007: 3:28PM

"First, to defeat your enemy, there are two things you must know..."

THWACK! Two hands smacked against a wooden staff, two hands that nearly made contact with Master Sensei, a short man with many years under his belt. Sensei twirled the staff, knocking his two competitors away: Kim Possible and her partner, Ron Stoppable.

"Knowing seventeen different style of martial arts is not one of them," Sensei said bluntly, watching the passing clouds overhead. Kim looked over at Ron, and gave him a quick nod, and ran off to her left, circling around Sensei.

Which one is that again? Ron thought, Aw man, can't we use hand signals or something... He sighed and ran forward, leaping into the air, somersaulting his way into a dropkick. But once again, his attack only met wood, not flesh. Sensei flicked his staff upwards, launching Ron into the air, tumbling backwards into Kim.

"Ron!" Kim whispered, jumping back to her feet, dragging Ron up with her. She turned, staring him down for a silent moment. Ron bowed his head, that stare was not something he could ever deal with, especially in a fight.

"Watch my six!" Kim shouted, charging towards Sensei.

"Wait, is that your front or your behind?" Ron shouted back, checking his watch-less wrist. "Aw man."

"You must know your enemy," Sensei began, blocking each of Kim's punches and kicks with his staff, almost thoughtlessly. Kim grimaced back, moving faster, her usual patterns falling off standard into something more erratic. Finally, one punch made it past the staff, but missed its target completely. Sensei slammed his pole forward into Kim's chest, knocking her flat on her back.

"And you must know yourself," Sensei ended with finality, his body still as ever.

Kim looked up at the ancient warrior, jaw hanging open, fishing for a comeback.  That's it? Know ourselves?  She pushed herself back to her feet and finally found the needed words for the given sitch. "With all due respect-"

"Wooooow, Sensei," Ron said excitedly, "That's some bon-diggity advice right there! Who's got it going on? That's right! Sensei does! KP, did you bring a pen?"

Rolling her eyes, Kim ran forward, swinging again at Sensei. His staff moved up, blocking each of her blows and as usual, only Sensei's arms moved. Her bare hands and feet were both beginning to bruise and take in splinters from the rough wood so she finally changed up her style; her hands reached out and grabbed the pole.

A flicker from underneath Sensei's magnificent beard. Perhaps a smirk. Finally, the man decided to move.

She turned both of her arms to the left, flipping the staff from a horizontal position into a vertical one, throwing Sensei off of the staff and into the air. He flipped mid-flight, landing on the ground gracefully, unharmed. Kim readied the pole as Ron continued to watch from twenty feet away.

Suddenly, Sensei was on the move. For a man who had previously fought so gracefully and nimbly, he was now more like a tank; his steps heavy, his force relentless, and his determination terrifying. His fists pounded towards her. She managed to block the first two strikes, but his next strike snapped the staff in half, and the second blow knocked her right back to the ground again.

"Okay, Sensei!" Ron shouted with false bravado, nervously clapping his hands together. "Great game and all, but uh-"

Sensei caught the fallen pieces of wood and launched himself into the air, the splintered ends of the wood aimed at Kim's head.

"Sensei?" Ron squeaked, his eyes widening.

No signs of Sensei stopping as he rocketed down.

A flash of blue.

Suddenly two blue-tinged hands were clutching onto the wood inches above Kim's head. Sensei looked up, his eyes finally unearthing themselves from underneath his droopy eyebrows. Ron's brown, friendly eyes that Sensei had grown accustomed to over the past two years were now sapphire and angry.

Ron tossed the halves of the pole off to the side, and then smashed both of his fists into the ground. His legs swung up, nailing Sensei in the chest, sending him rocketing across the campus. Thankfully, one of the bamboo walls halted his flight, but wasn't strong enough to stand tall and collapsed on top of Sensei.

"Oops," Ron sighed as he slumped over, the blue glow around him fading. He felt a familiar touch brush against his right shoulder. He looked up and saw Kim looking at him with that understanding gaze of hers.

"Ron?"

Hana Pond: Yamanouchi, Japan July 14, 2007: 5:02PM

"I messed up, KP," Ron sighed, watching the clean water wash over his feet. He looked over to his right, waiting for a response from Kim. Usually she was a bit faster on the uptake, this time she was looking off into space. Ron looked away from her quietly, gazing back into the river, the same stream that he had brought his adopted sister to after Sensei dropped the "Han is the ultimate weapon bomb." He felt the same way that he did that day; burdensome and disappointed.

"We all make mistakes, Ron," Kim responded finally, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "Sensei was hoping for a reaction from you."

"You think?"

"Yes, Ron," Kim replied, turning to face him. "He needs to know just how powerful you are, now he does."

"You're probably right," he mused, getting to his feet and stepping into the stream only ankle deep in water. "KP, maybe we should—uh...how do I say this?" he asked himself, rubbing the back of his neck, looking up at the overcast sky.

"We're not breaking up, Ron," Kim replied flatly.

"But Kim!" Ron started, turning towards her, hands in the air. "This has happened before! And it's only happened when you're in danger. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but y'know, I...I care about you, KP. You're my whole world, and whenever something bad happens, I start freak fighting, I-"

"Ron," Kim interrupted, her voice sharp. He paused, looking at her, a little hurt. Kim held her disapproving frown for the moment, and then let it sink into a smile. "You just have to learn to control your power. It's going to be okay."

"I dunno, KP. You're about to go across the world for college to do—ehhhhh…" Ron groaned. He wasn't supposed to bring that up. At the end of summer, Kim was flying to Europe for college at a prestigious university, but with an undeclared major. It was weird. KP always had a plan. It was weird that she was leaving so much behind to do the "to be announced."

Kim frowned. Ron quickly recovered.

"And I'm going to Lowerton Community College to also—ehhhh!" Ron joked. He flashed a smile. Kim forced one back. Good enough. "I'm just worried what it will be like using my powers when you're gone."

Kim got up and stepped to where Ron was in the stream, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Silence. She was hoping for some joke about how evil monkeys are for bringing him into this monkey magic situation.

"Kim," Ron started, his voice quavering. "I hurt them. Warmonga and Warhok, I really hurt them. They're gone now, and I—wow, I sentenced them."

They had never gone in-depth into the Lowardian Sitch. She knew what happened to the two warlords, she saw the explosion the ship made when it connected with the two alien bodies. But he had looked so calm after the boom; she had always assumed it was a non-issue for him. Regardless, it was something that was doomed to eventually come up, and it was not going to be a fun conversation.

"Ron, you did what you had to do. You had to take out a ship that was about to crash into the Earth. A lot of people would have been hurt-"

"KP, stop. Please," Ron sighed, "You're only saying that because it's me, I know how you feel about the whole killing thing."

Kim stepped away from Ron, surveying the waterfall yards away from them. She knew how they could have gotten around it, but was it the right time to say? No but she couldn't just not tell him. "If we had more time, we could have maybe used those alien walkers to our advantage. Drakken's plants could have made a trip-line between walkers, making a giant net for the ship to pass through, hopefully it would be enough to at least slow it down into a non-explosive entry."

Kim folded her arms together and frowned. Ever since what happened with the Lowardians went down it had been really tough. Things changed fast. Because of Ron's newfound powers, they have been tasked with so many more missions. All of them were so much more intense than anything Drakken or Dementor had thrown at them. One week they're handling hostage situations in New York, the next week they're undercover spies in a war. Getting Ron up to speed had been so hard. His relationship with Kim made it even more complicated. Maybe it would be easier if they weren't together? No. She was being selfish. This was hard on her too but she had to be strong for her Ron.

Kim tensed up, suddenly noticing the hurt expression of Ron's face. She did it again.

"But Drakken was out of sight, and I was unconscious. It was you versus two aliens who could give Steel Toe and Pain King a run for their money. There weren't many options left," Kim forced a smile.

Ron looked to the water; he hadn't even considered any of that. He could only remember wanting to save Kim. Now it all seemed so obvious.

"Hey, what about that 'Great Blue' Warmonga was looking for?" Ron asked, granting the Great Blue the honor of air quotes. "We could have helped them find him in exchange for leaving us alone."

Kim spun around, one fist in the air. "One," Kim started, raising her index finger. "I doubt they had good intentions with that search, and two," she raised a second finger up. "Ron, you're probably The Great Blue they were talking about."

Blink. Blink.

"What-"

Twitch. Blink.

"Ooooooooh! Why didn't anybody tell me?!" Ron screamed, clutching his head. "Man, I thought that—wow. I'm the guy they were looking for? And I threw them into a spaceship? Some welcoming!"

"Ron!" Kim said, her voice slightly raised. Ron quieted down. "Killing is bad, and there's almost always a way around it. But that day there wasn't, and you saved the world. And that's good, now we just need to figure out your powers so something like that doesn't happen again."

Ron nodded his head slowly, lowering himself onto a rock sticking out of the water. "If I was The Great Blue, how come they didn't realize that was me?" Ron pointed out.

"Uh, maybe because Warmonga mistook Drakken's shampoo ad to be the makings of The Great Blue. These guys weren't the brightest we've ran into," Kim snarked, sitting on a nearby rock across Ron. Finally, she could relax. She knew how to work this part of Ron.

"Yeah," Ron said, smiling at his girlfriend. "We haven't heard from Drakken in a while," he noted matter-of-factly. "Wonder what he's up to. Probably some take over the world vanity project."

"Ron," Kim rolled her eyes, "Drakken and Shego are reformed. You saw the U.N. Conference."

Drakken and Shego. Proof why heroes shouldn't kill people. Sure, they had fought for years against one another as arch-foes, but now they had finally had their change of heart. They saved the world, and they had the resources to continue doing that. They had been off the grid for the past few months but they were probably taken a vacation from everything. Although with everything that had been happening lately, it would be really nice to have them fighting alongside Team Possible…

"Oh come on, KP," Ron sighed, beginning to list off their crimes, raising a digit for each act of evil. "Canceled Naco Night, tried to steal Christmas, stole Felix's wheelchair, uh...he melted that cheese covered building."

"Oh Golly No!" Kim interrupted in her best Wisconsin drawl, "That building was actually made out of pure Wisconsin Swiss," Kim explained, remembering the Cheese Flood incident too well.

"No way! That's even worse! Cheese is not just something you can waste, KP."

"Riiiiight, you need it to drench all of your Nacos."

"Exactly!" Ron cried out, "Thank you! Someone finally gets me."

Kim laughed. That was her Ron. There was a bumpy road ahead, what with all the training Sensei had for them, but for now, they could rest. So not the drama.

~^*KP*^~

"Through Big Daddy Brotherson, we were able to find great connections to other businesses, and we learned some great silly games to use as training exercises!"

"Nyeh…"

"It Was a Tuesday tested really well with audiences for your memoir."

"Ooh! Nyergh. Mm…"

"And the money we got from the Drakkanada copyright went to—"

"We sold that?!"

Drakken's Lair: The Atlantic Ocean July 15, 2007: 6:13AM

Drakken looked up from his blueprints and stared at his longtime Villainy Consultant, Hank Perkins, credited with such delightful schemes such as Hank's Gourmet Cupcakes. Getting the Peace Prize from the U.N. had been such a drag. No more thievery…er…outsourcing of equipment for this bad doctor anymore.

Everything had to be done legit, meaning he had to bring the temp guy back in. Hank Perkins had done wonders for Drakken before so he seemed like a good fit. Although Hank didn't fully understand Drakken's so-called vision.

"Well, Doctor Demenz offered us a three million dollar deal for the name," Hank chirped up without being fazed.

"Demenz?!" Drakken cried out. "He knew if I couldn't rename it Drakkanada then there was no point in me taking over that country! Think Hank!" Drakken slumped over the table before him. On it was a hologram of the evil lair he currently resided in. It looked like a giant lantern. The new lair was built at the bottom of the ocean. Drakken glared at the project, then looked up to Hank.

"The whole point of this scheme is to annihilate the East Coast!" Drakken cried out.

"Well, by our estimations, the United States has more value to us than Canada, we just have to go back to our mission statement and rethink-"

"I WANT DRAKKANADA!" Drakken screamed, kicking the table. Immediately, he started rubbing his temple.

This was it. The time to shine.

Carl, our mook friend from the bar, looked away from his monitor and over to Drakken. He had heard about the Drakkanada sale at the water cooler the previous day and you wouldn't believe how long it had took him to think of a good Drakken pun.

"What about Kazdrakkenstan?" Carl asked casually, knowing that it was an awesome name for a country.

"Ooh!" Drakken cried out as visions of grandeur immediately filled his brain.

"Sorry, Carl, but you have to be in the Writer's Guild of Mooks to work above-the-line here," Hank said coolly.

Carl forced a smile and nodded. He should've known. Hank always had a workaround to everything.

Hank smiled at Carl a little too long. Something felt off. Carl raised his eyebrow at Hank and at that moment he finally saw Hank break that precious character of his.

No one else saw it, but Hank narrowed his eyes and that friendly smile turned into an evil smirk. Hank knew what Carl was up to. Blast you, Hank. Leave it to the temp to ruin everything.

"Oh another union thing?" Drakken moaned. "Fine."

Meanwhile, the doors to the meeting room slid open. A hunched over Shego, wrapped up in a bathrobe, passed by the center table, and went straight for the coffee pot. Drakken watched her eagerly with a smile as she passed through, hoping she would say "Good morning, Dr. D!" for once.

The U.N. thing had probably hit Shego more than anyone. She couldn't find any freelance work anymore now that the whole world knew her part in the world saving scheme. Both she and Drakken needed to prove just how bad they really were by doing what they do worst: Getting back at Kim Possible and her…buffoon…for working with them to save the world. And maybe conquering Europe.

Seeing Shego gave Drakken confidence. He raised his hand over the hologram of the generator, and then looked to his mook colleagues. "And now, my friends, I present to you our greatest triumph!"

"Drakken, these guys gotta take a lunch break soon," Hank said, pointing at his watch.

"But they're not Union!" Drakken cried out.

"Stevens is," Hank frowned. They needed Union guys so they could get money from everyone's dues, but it definitely had caused some problems.

Stevens, a longtime member of Drakken's, finger-gunned at the bad doctor, "Sorry, Doctor D-Diggity-Dawg."

Drakken shook his head. "We've gotta lose Stevens. Anyways, world domination yadda yadda reigning supreme blah blah all that but she's not."

Drakken slammed on the hologram and a brilliant tidal wave burst from the generator. It surged across the ocean waters, coming in fast towards the East Coast, but before it made contact it puttered away into nothingness.

Drakken blinked and threw his hands in the air, about to erupt into one of his infamous tantrums when something amazing happened.

Shego passed by Drakken, tossing her now empty mug towards the thug at the sink. Still fatigued from her night's rest, her eyes remained half-open as she neared the table. She poked the blueprints of the generator, and dragged one piece of the scanned image to a lower part of the machine. Her hand rose and smacked down on the hologram. This time, the wave it generated was reading at a solid 9.6.

The devastation the coastline suffered was brilliant.

"Good call, Shego! High-five!" Drakken exclaimed proudly, raising one hand, all five fingers splayed out when—

Nothing. As usual, he was left hanging. Not surprising.

"Can we turn the heat up, Dr. D? It's freezing in here," Shego groaned.

"Uh, Shego," Drakken replied, twiddling his fingers. "Heat's expensive, and-"

SLAM!

"Oh, now she has to go off and make a scene." Drakken smacked his hand against his forehead, all heads turned to him. "Don't you have a lunch break or something?"

Stevens wiped his forehead. "Phew, for a second there, I thought I was going to have to dock you a meal penalty—" Drakken immediately turned, his icy gaze burrowing into Stevens' mind. "Um, hah, yeah, that was a joke, I would never, um…"

Stevens trailed off, walking away to lunch with the other mooks. Hank looked at them, then took a step closer to Drakken, throwing an arm around his shoulder. "Can I offer you some advice?"

"No," Drakken grunted, gently removing Hank from his shoulder.

"The greatest barrier to success is the fear of failure. Your issue with Shego, if I may, sir, is you let her fall out of line. Treat her like the Chief Operating Officer of Random Mayhem that she is and you act like the Executive of Evil that you are, and you could really get her to-"

Drakken opened his mouth to say something when he spotted a better opportunity: that one mook. What's his name again?

"Oh, Brian!" Drakken called out. All of the minions turned around; they were used to not being called by their real names. "Um," Drakken blinked. "The guy who came up with Kazdrakkenstan."

Carl stepped forward. "No problem, sir. The name's Carl."

"Charles?" Drakken asked, raising an eyebrow. I didn't know we had a Charles…

"Carl."

"Robert?"

"Carl."

"Hm. Nice to meet you, Jimmy," Drakken hurried, "Walk with me. Talk with me."

The two turned around and headed towards the door. Carl turned around at the last second and narrowed his eyes, offering a smirk to Hank. Hank's posture finally snapped as the hungry little temp hunched over, grinding his teeth like some kind of monster. The metal door slid open and shut behind Carl and Drakken as they entered a new wing of the evil lair.

The West Wing: Drakken's Lair July 15, 2007: 6:17AM

The two emerged into an open space, a hallway that wrapped around the entirety of the base. A glass wall separated them from the outside world, giving them an amazing view of the ocean floor around them. Not far out enough for the ocean to drop into the Abyssopelagic level; they got to look at pleasant blue waters.

"How am I doing?" Drakken asked, resting an arm against the glass.

"With what?" Carl asked plainly. Super villainy was a tough job and held a lot of pressures; people who ticked off their bosses usually ended up facing death rays or unknown trap doors.

"Y'know..." Drakken started, his teeth grinding. "Eeeeeevil..." he muttered, trying to be discreet.

"Oh! Oh! I..." Carl shouted, catching his volume and bringing it down. "Yeah, boss, you're completely evil. I'm shaking, really!"

"That's good," the bad doctor sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Shego always throws me off, not that I'm interested in her, mind you."

"Of course," Carl said dryly.

"I'm glad we're on the same understanding, Jimmy." Drakken turned to face the glass again.

"It's Carl," Carl uttered with aggression. Not usual for Carl. Drakken turned back, his right eyebrow arched upwards.

"Ah, I'm enlightened," Drakken drawled, walking past Carl. "That was fun and all, but I think I left my Bunsen burner on at the lab."

The doors slid open and Drakken took his first step back into the meeting room.

This is your chance, Carl. C'mon. Speak up.

"You know what would be really evil, boss?" Carl asked, forcing a smirk that was very unlike him onto his face.

The doors snapped shut.

"What?" Drakken asked, looking back to Carl.

"What if you set up two earthquake generators, but the one here was a dud?" Carl explained, his arms crossed.

"What--" Drakken started.

"Bring Kim Possible and the Buffoon here, then set off the actual generator where it will hit them the hardest."

"Um...Global Justice Headquarters?" Drakken stuttered, his body tensing up.

"No. Middleton, Colorado, y'know, where the two of them live. Hide it in one of your timeshare labs."

A very heavy pause passed between them. Drakken wasn't sure how to react. On one hand, he wasn't aware that his men were capable of stringing together a sentence. On the other hand, the plan was so deliciously twisted. On the other other hand, there was a way to go about doing these things. And this was a little...dark.

"What is wrong with you?" Drakken finally spat at Carl, fuming. "Sicko! Lure them all the way here just to destroy Middleton?" He whipped out his phone, beginning to dial a number. "I'm getting you a therapist, kid!"

"But it's not a bad idea," a cold, female voice replied. From around the corner came Shego, geared up in her uniform, plasma radiating off of her hands. "I like it. Sure it's dark, but it gets the job done. What do you think, Dr. D?"

"No way," Drakken pouted. He looked from Carl to Shego warily. They both looked pretty confident in the new plan. "Oh come on!"

"It's a good plan," Carl sneered.

"Alright, you're doing way too much talking," Shego muttered and threw a plasma bolt at the goon. He jumped backwards, narrowly evading the blast that knocked chunks out of the floor.

"But-" Carl started.

"See, the reason I get away with it is because he has a crush on me." "I do not!" "Shut it. You? Last time I checked, Dr. D doesn't have a thing for gross looking ape-men. Now do one hundred laps around the base," Shego said. Her eyes narrowed and the goon was suddenly out of there, running as fast as his legs could carry him.

While completely breaking the spirit of Kim Possible and the buffoo—Ron Stoppable, in addition to probably killing them afterwards, was something that he definitely did not want to accomplish as an evil minion, it was his out. The job would be over, there would be no more reason to keep fighting. He could leave. He could rebuild his family.

The nightmare was almost over.

[jacof-alltrades]

I did a thing... 2011 (20/21) on my family Disney vacation. I was technically cosplaying as Ron Stoppable from Kim Possible 2015 (24/25) at my youngest brothers baptism 2018 (27) sitting at work

[froggy-girly]

excerpt from ‘it’s me god’

I can’t find my phone.

I swear I had it when I left today.

Of course, I had it when I left. I know because Grace texted me right before.

are you on your way?

I surely am:)

ok cool!!!!!

And then we got drinks.

We got really good drinks. And there was that barista, who told me she liked my glasses. I said thank you. And I had my phone, dang it. Then we left, and I went to Grace’s, and--

Shit.

I left my phone on Grace’s bed.

Along, coincidentally, with my bra.

Well, that’s gonna be a problem.

1

It’s been a month since I got drinks with Grace, and then we made out in her bed, and I lost my phone. And my bra. But that was a month ago, right? So no big deal.

Right?

Umm… wrong.

I’ve been a part of The Church for all of my 23 years. I was born into a devoutly Christian home, the kind that places a Christus over their children’s bed because they’re sure that the summoned spirit of Jesus Christ will take away the demons that make a ten-year-old watch porn. I never watched porn, by the way. Probably because of Jesus. I went to church every Sunday, along with my mom, my dad, and my older brother.

Ezekiel, (yes, Ezekiel,) was a year older than me. We were close enough. He was a school year above me, so we had different groups of friends but still said hi. He wasn’t embarrassed about me, or anything. It was cool. Even when I was ten, I knew that there were some kids at my school that didn’t have the same brotherly love that I had. I knew one girl, Sarah, who’s brother did something called ‘weed.’ I didn’t know what it was at the time, but boy, oh boy, do I know now.

That guy went to jail, for those wondering.

Zeke and I used to ride bikes together around our neighborhood and eat sandwiches on the swings at Charles Park near the library. We would talk about whatever. Aliens, girls, boys, church, mom, or whatever came to our minds.

“Zeke, do you think hypnosis really works?”

“No. I think your mind is playing tricks on you. I read somewhere once that one can only be hypnotized if they want to be.”

Zeke had an i.q. of 145.

My mom’s name is Eve. Eve Rebecca. So you can see, it runs in the family. You know, Jesus. She lived in Tiburon and saw her brother get his arm bitten off by a tiger shark in the neighboring pacific ocean when she was six. After that, she prayed every night and didn’t stop for 40 years. She’s nice. I do love her. I just wonder sometimes, if she actually believes that if she wears a bikini that she’s going to Hell. I mean, come on. But I love her. She did, after all, feed us and clothe us.

We don’t need to talk about my dad.

🏵🏵🏵

I believed in the Jesus stuff until I was twelve.

Then I met Addy.

Addy was fully Indian, as in ‘moved-from-India-when-I-was-five’ Indian. She spoke fluent Hindi and English, both at school and at home. Often, she wore her dark, thick, curly hair in a long braid down her back, hitting her hip. The braid didn’t follow rules. The hair usually vacated the hairband after about an hour of being confined. It was cute. She was cute.

And she liked girls.

In fifth grade, nobody really cared. Everyone was kind of focused on Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable at the time, myself included. (I still have the Kimmunicator *beep beep* as my text tone. I’m 23.) I mean, everybody kind of knew that Addy didn’t like boys, but girls, but nobody really brought it up ever. It fascinated me. Living in my sheltered Christian home, I never had the realization that boys could like boys and girls could like girls. It sparked a little idea in my head. Do I like girls? Obviously, my answer was no. It didn’t seem like I liked anybody. I assumed this was because I was twelve.

Well, I was wrong.

[sharperthewriter]

Chapter 25 of SFV

Chapter 25 - Day 2: The Nip Slip

(This chapter has partial female nudity in it. You have been warned.)

(3:20pm)

The Stoppable-mobile made its way into White River, a town of less than 600 people and the county seat of Mellette County, South Dakota. Kim hoped to stop only at Murdo and then go straight to Rapid City without any further issues.

"Oh, great!" she exclaimed loudly.

Ron was stirred awake from his sleep. Rufus also rubbed his beady eyes.

"KS, I had the most wonderful dream of a giant neverending Naco stretching all the way to Heaven and I was about to take my very first bite." he whined, "A man should never think on an empty stomach."

Rufus then felt a rumble in his stomach.

"Oh yeah..." Kim sighed, "...and speaking of which, our gas tank is nearly empty. We're going to have to pull into a station to fill up..."

"Stupid Aunt Josephine didn't tell me about the MPG..." Ron muttered to himself, "...good thing that old bat is six feet under the ground."

"So how far away again are we from Murdo?" Kim then asked.

"We are only 30 minutes away from here." Ron replied while looking at his phone, "But we only have 28 miles on the tank left."

"Then we'll have to make them count, Ron!" Kim exclaimed.

(3:50pm)

"Finally, there's Interstate 90!" Kim happily said. This is despite the fact that the wind generated by the speed of the vehicle blew away the saran wrap covering the damaged windows.

"The last leg of the trip...before we get to the camping site." Ron said.

"And we made it to Murdo with two miles left on the tank." Kim added.

She then asked her husband.

"Ron, can you find the Dinoco where we can fill up?"

"I think it's on the other side of the interstate, KS."

"Can you wake the kids up? They've been asleep for a while."

"Sure, I'll give them a little tug."

He then tapped Justin's foot.

"Hey, you two sleepyheads, wake up?"

"Huh?" Justin asked, "Are we there yet."

"We're stopping right now, but we should be there in a couple of hours." Ron replied.

"This trip is SOOOOO boring..." Justin muttered.

The Stoppable-mobile then pulled up into the Dinoco into one of the gas station bays.

"Now, I'm going to only ask this once. Does anyone want to use the bathroom?" Kim asked. "Because once we get on the interstate, we're not going to stop until we get to the campground."

Rufus, Justin, and Alexa both raised their hands.

"Okay, you three, go ahead and use the restrooms." Kim instructed, " I will stay behind."

"What about Canna and Mary?" Ron asked of the other two occupants that were coming on the trip.

Kim sighed, "Fine...I'll go ahead and check on those two potheads."

She got out of the car and knocked on the side of the damaged camper since, of course, the door was no longer there. The undone right strap of her overalls still dangled on her back.

"You two OK back there?"

As it turned out, both women were still asleep on the beds.

"Yeah, we fucking are!" Canna called out, "Now...butthead, why don't you make like a tree and get out of here!"

This earned a stern glare from Kim and she left them. But before that happened, one of the lace holes got caught against a loose nail. It was on what was left of the right side of the shirt.

"Huh?! Oh great, not this again!" Kim complained.

"What's wrong, Kimmie?" Canna cackled, looking at her phone "Seems like the fucking camper doesn't like you looking like a fucking farmer's bitch daughter!"

"Canna...can you stop looking at your phone and foul mouth for a minute and help me get loose?"

Canna helped get Kim loose, but not before it ripped off the right half of her shirt, exposing the full right side of her black bra.

Kim felt the anger flowing through her, as if she wanted to punch someone right in the face. Thankfully, she relented.

"Some help you are..." Kim muttered to herself.

Canna then chuckled. Unknown to Kim, she did more damage than just the shirt.

Kim got to the gas pump and opened up the gas cap. As she did so, the left bra strap slipped off her shoulder. And as she put the fuel pump into the gas tank, the bra cup fell out, exposing her bare left breast and nipple. Kim, once again, wasn't focused on her developing wardrobe malfunction. She was only looking at the numbers on the pump.

She finally managed to look down and she gave a loud gasp and screamed.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"

Also unknown to her, Canna managed to take a couple of pics with her smartphone.

Kim immediately covered her nipple with her hands.

"Roooooooon!"

Ron looked through the convenience store and saw Kim and her version of Nipple-gate. Instinctively, he told his longtime pet and buddy.

"Rufus, can you stall the kids while I help out Kim?"

"Yes!" Rufus squeaked and stalled out the kids so that she wouldn't see their mom in a very compromising sitch.

"KS!" he exclaimed, rushing out of the convenience store. He saw the bare left breast of his wife covered only by her hands. "I'm coming to the rescue...again!"

"Ron...someone sabotaged my bra!" Kim shouted, "Quick! Cover up my nip! This is so the drama!"

"Don't worry, KS! I'll think of something!" Ron insisted.

(10 minutes later)

Ron finished using the Smarty-Mart brand electrical tape, tissues, and chewing gum to repair Kim's bra hooks. Justin and Alexa are back in their car seats.

"Ron...are you sure this is going to hold?" Kim asked.

"Trust me on this, KS! I've seen it in the Bricks of Fury movie!" Ron replied. "So yeah, it will hold!"

Kim huffed, "Whatevs. We got the tank to the Stoppable-mobile filled up so..."

But before she could say anything else, Ron then added, "And...uh...KS? My zipper is stuck..."

Kim looked down and, indeed, the zipper to Ron's pants were stuck. She sighed and tried to correctly align it. Several onlookers were not more then 15 feet away from them, staring at Kim and her half-town shirt, and a couple of them were looking down at her cleavage. Canna giggled and took more photos of this scene, unknown to the Stoppables.

"Get in the car, Ron..." she muttered, utterly embarrassed.

"But, KS, my zipper is still stuck." Ron whined.

The onlookers gawked and laughed with joy.

But Kim demanded at him, not willing to drag on this humiliating scene on their vacation.

"I said get in...the van!"

Once they both got in the Stoppable-mobile, Kim started up the engine.

"KS, my fly is still open!" Ron complained.

"Let me tell you something, Ron." Kim warned him, "If you embarrass me like that ever again, I am going to take a box cutter and you will never worry about an open fly ever again!"

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Chapter 24 of SFV

Chapter 24 - Day 2: Passing Ships

(2:50pm)

"Here we are, Stoppable troops! South Dakota!" Kim exclaimed as the Stoppable-mobile crossed the state line from Nebraska to South Dakota. "We are going to enjoy a full week of family time and good turkey!"

She then asked her husband.

"Ron, can you check and see if the lemon squares are still good in the back?"

Ron peered his head and saw the container that had the squares.

"They're good so far, KS!" Ron replied.

"Good! We need to make sure they do not get smushed up by any means."

"So that means we're here?" Justin asked from the back seat.

"Nope!" Kim said with a smile, "We still have about 3 1/2 hours of driving left."

"AWWWWWWW!"

Both the Stoppable kids moaned in the back seat, for they were going to have to deal with nothing but the boring South Dakota prairie all around them.

(French Narrator: 30 minutes later)

The Stoppable-mobile continued its way onward up US 83 north to get to Murdo, which was an hour away from their current point. They had just passed the small 1,000-soul town of Mission.

Kim put her hands on the steering wheel, her fingers gripping the rubber. It was relatively peaceful in the van with the rest of the Stoppables sound asleep It seems that all of the issues of the first day and the whole issue with the camper's tire today was behind them.

All of a sudden, she then heard the motor of a convertible. She had not seen a car on 83 for a good solid 15 miles.

Huh? Who could that be in this patch of God-forsaken-knows where?

Looking behind her, Kim saw the convertible, red in color, coming from behind. It was going at least the speed limit, which was 65 miles an hour. The motor of the car didn't wake up the other Stoppables because they were in a deep sleep. The convertible finally caught up to the minivan in the other lane because a) there were no other cars around for miles and b) there was no solid line, so other cars could pass the Stoppable-mobile.

Kim then studied the well-built young man. She estimated him to be in his late-20s, early 30s, He was very well-built, toned, and muscular and was smiling at her. He was also wearing a white tank top to show off the said muscular frame of his and baggy jeans that were a size too big for him, for it showed off his green tartan boxers and he was wearing said jeans below his buttocks.

But the two physical traits that were a dead giveaway to whom he was were a) his blue eyes and b) those frosted tips that he still styled on his hair.

It can't be!

Kim couldn't believe her eyes. Deep within the recesses of her memory bank, she finally knew who he was.

It was none other than her old crush: Joshua Wendell Mankey. This was the first time in almost 13 years that the two had seen each other face to face.

Kim exactly recalled the last time she had seen...or heard about...Josh.

(late-March 2006)

It seemed so quiet and peaceful within the hallowed halls at Middleton High. Kim, a junior at that point like the rest of her friends, grabbed her books from her locker. She didn't have to worry much with cheer practice now that both football and basketball seasons were over so practices were scaled back to just twice a week as opposed to four times a week. But something else occupied the student body at the high school, a four-letter word that elicits beautiful dresses and young boys on the verge of becoming men in tuxedos in a matter of the next three weeks.

Prom.

Everyone else,especially the cheer squad, was trying to figure out who was going to date whom. The star QB, Brick Flagg, was absolutely no contest. It was Bonnie whom was going to take him to the prom, though she wished he would stop staring at the girl with the giant hoops at the mall. As for Jessica, she was with Steve Foley. And for Tara, she had Josh Mankey by her side. For Kim, though, she was SOL. Her missions of saving the world from maniacal villains with global conquest dreams left her very little time in the way of dating. Bonnie, of course, mocked Kim endlessly for this, but the redhead usually ignored her banter.

Jessica, that day, came up to Kim and asked, "Heya, Kim!"

"Hey, Jess! What's the sitch?" Kim asked.

"Oh, you know that we have that chemistry test coming up on Friday, right?" Jess questioned.

"Yeah, I recall Barkin saying something about that. No need to worry, though. I'm going to ace it!" Kim exclaimed.

"Well, I got a text from Ron saying that he may need some help studying." Jess said, pulling out a text from her flipphone of Ron asking for help.

"That's so not like him." Kim said, "He's usually...how do I put it in his words...chillaxin' to a Scamper and Bitey marathon or challenging Rufus to a nacho stacking contest at Bueno Nacho."

"He may have had a change of heart as of late." Jess replied. "He and Tara need help in Chemistry class: Ron from a D to a C and Tara from a C to a B. So I have come up with the idea of a study group to help the both of them out."

"Yes..." Kim replied, knowing that one of the only classes Tara was struggling in her junior year was Chemistry. "...that is a very excellent idea! Why don't we gather at my house for Thursday night before that test on Friday!"

"Sure! What about 6pm?" Jess asked for a time.

"Sounds spankin' to me!" Kim replied, "And can you send a text to her, Monique, Zita and Felix about it as well!

"Sure do!" Jess replied.

(A couple of days later)

"Do we have everyone on board?" Kim asked. It was Thursday evening in front of her house and the sun was going down.

"I'm more than ready to take on Barkin's Chemistry test tomorrow..." Ron said, holding his chemistry book, "...I hope." Rufus, from his pocket, was holding the periodic table.

"I think we do." Zita said. She looked around and saw herself, Felix, Kim, Ron, Monique and Jessica.

"Wait, girl, we're missing one!" Monique exclaimed, "Where's Tara?"

"Dunno...come to think of it, I haven't seen her at school all day." Jess added with concern for her cheer friend.

Kim then felt a rumble from her cell.

"I'll get that!" she said, opening up her phone.

It was a text from Tara saying: Kim, meet me in the treehouse at my house. Bring only Ron and Monique with you.

"Guess me, Ron and Mon will have to head to Tara's to see what's the matter with her." Kim said.

"But what about us?" Zita asked, looking at Felix and Jess.

"We'll meet you three at my room." Kim replied, "Right now, Tara's sitch is more important...whatever it is..."

(10 minutes later)

Kim, Ron, and Monique came to the Queen house. Monique was the first to knock on the door.

Mrs. Amelda Queen opened it.

"Oh heya, Mrs. Queen!" Monique said, waving her hand. "Is Tara around?"

Amelda said, sighing, "The poor thing has been in her tree house ever since last night. Me and Paul were trying to figure out what it was, but all we heard was sobbing from there."

"We'll investigate what it is that's bugging her!" Kim replied. "If there is anyone in our group that has known Tara longer, it's me."

The trio then reached the backyard where Tara's treehouse was.

"Tara? You up there?" Kim asked.

Her question was answered by the sound of sobs.

Recognizing the sound, the trio climbed up the stairs to where Tara was at.

"Tara? What's the sitch?" Kim asked.

Tara's normally carefully prepared wavy blond hair was all messed up. Tears were streaming down her face. She had eaten very little since last night.

"Hey...Kim..." the blonde cheerleader said with a sniffle, trying to wipe away her tars. She then tried to articulate a name.

"J...J...J...J..."

Tara then finally screamed it out loud.

"JOSH MANKEY BROKE UP WITH MEEEEEEEEE!"

She cried loudly into Kim's arms.

(5 minutes later)

After her crying subsided, Kim gave Tara another tissue. The latter blew into it and tossed it aside. Tissues were all over the place around the treehouse.

"He was kissing another girl during Spring Break while me and the family took him to the beach. Apparently Josh was more interested in girls wearing bikinis than my one-kini..." Tara explained, tears still streaming down her eyes, "When I confronted him about this at the hotel, he told me that our relationshp was done and told me to kiss a horse's butthole, to put it mildly. He transferred to Lowerton High after that."

Kim shuddered, "And to think...I had a crush on that blue-eyed cheat!"

(end of flashback)

And now, all this time later, the 'cheat' that she was referring to was now driving on a US highway, all muscular and making goo-goo eyes at her.

Kim then looked at the now-muscular Josh and then back at her husband, still asleep, picking his nose and eating the mucus in his mouth, unaware of what was going on with his wife.

Heya, Kim! It's been a very long while! Josh mouthed without articulating any sound.

Kim, an expert at reading lips, replied sternly, also not making a sound to wake up Ron.

What the Hell do you want, Josh? I do not have time for this! I am on vacation.

Wanna spend some time with me? he said silently.

Sorry, Josh, I'm taken! Kim replied with a sarcastic smirk, showing off her wedding band, Thanks for the offer though!

We'll see about that! Josh said with a wink of his eye as he pulled away from the Stoppable-mobile. The license plate, California by the design of it, had the plate of LUV ME on it.

Kim just gave a look of disgust and kept on driving the Stoppable-mobile.

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Chapter 23 of SFV

Chapter 23 - Day 2: Stealth Planning

(2:42pm)

The Stoppable-mobile made it to the Dinoco across the street.

Kim then addressed the other occupants of the vehicle.

"Okay, Stoppable troops. Do any of you need to use the bathroom? Because this is our only stop between here and Rapid City, so we are not going to have any more pee breaks for the remainder of the trip until we get to the camp site!"

"Camp site? I thought you said we were going to the hotel, KS!" Ron asked from the passenger seat.

Kim then explained the itenerary for that day, "I have everything planned to the smallest detail, Ron. The night of Day 2, which is tonight, and the first half of day 3 is intended to be spent at Chief Grinning Bear Campground where we will roast s'mores that night and a planned family picnic for lunch where I will be wearing my intended outfit!"

"And that would be...?" Ron asked.

"My Club Banana baggy denim coveralls..." Kim explained. She leaned towards Ron and whispered "...and not much else, if you know what I mean!"

Ron giggled with delight.

Both Justin and Alexa looked at their parents oddly.

"Mommy and Daddy are making funny faces at each other!" Justin exclaimed.

Kim cleared her throat and asked, "So as I was saying, do any of you kids need to use the restroom?"

Justin then raised his hand.

She sighed, "Very well, Justin. Come with Mommy to the little boys room."

Justin got out the van and walked with his mom to the convenience store.

Canna heard a buzz on her phone. She then read the message.

Have you made it yet.

This was from Bonnie, which made her heart skip a beat.

Canna repiled with a simple Yes .

There came an immediate reply.

Meet my associate in the back of the station. Come alone and don't let K in your sights.

Canna understood this and snuck out of the camper and headed to the back of the convenience store, avoiding detection from the Stoppable family. She finally met up with the associate, whom was male.

"It's about damn time that you got here." he said snarling.

"What was I supposed to do with those stupid Stoppables around on the damn road for the past 4 hours?" Canna huffed. "I tell you, it's a fucking madhouse, I tell you."

"Let's just cut to the chase." the associate cut her off, "Did you bring the money?"

Canna dug through her purse and handed the associate $4,000.

The associate counted all of those fresh $100 Benjamins with his hands, the valuable dough running through.

"Now..." Canna insisted, "...the device?"

"It is right here!"

He showed her a grayish device that was no bigger than a half-dollar. It had a red button in the middle of it.

"That is it?"

"Yes." the associate said, "It attracts a swarm of paparazzi within a 100-mile radius, but you have to be careful with it!"

"What does Bonnie want me to do with this device?" Canna asked, taking the device and putting it in her purse.

"Keep it in a safe place and do not activate it until the Stoppables reach Rapid City, understood!" the associate instructed.

"Got that part." Canna replied.

"And it should not even be visible! Hide it under the seat if you have to!" the associate added.

"Got that too!" Canna said. "Now can I get back to the camper? We gotta head out on the road."

"Go now! Miss Rockwaller will await your further update to ensure that the Stoppables will be destroyed once and for all!" the associate chuckles, wringing his hands.

Kim and Justin then came out of the convenience store. She had now rehooked the right strap of her overalls but kept the left strap undone.

She then got Justin into the van and then got into the driver's seat himself.

"Ron..." Kim instructed to her husband, "...we're about to hit the road but can you check the camper in the back to see if Mary and Canna are still there."

"I'll get on that, KS!" Ron replied as he went back to the camper. He peered through the open camper and saw that both Mary and Canna are still there.

"What are you looking at, Stoppable?" Canna scoffed.

"Just to check on you two, that's all!" Ron said.

"Ugh...we're fine. Now leave us alone!" Canna snarled.

Ron slowly backed away from the two women and went back to the van.

"They're fine...and clearly not in a happy mood." Ron said as he closed the door.

"Let's just get out of here before we get any more delays." Kim insisted.

Ron got out his tablet for anything that may impede their journey to South Dakota.

"We shouldn't expect anything between here and Murdo, SD." Ron replied.

"Good!" Kim replied, "Now let's have no more unexpected sitches against us!"

Kim then closed the driver's door and then was about to get the keys when she realized...the left sleeve of her lengthy bell-sleeved shirt got caught against the seat adjuster knob.

"Uh...Ron..." the redhead muttered, pointing to the stuck sleeve. "Little help here!"

Ron saw his wife's latest predictament on the trip and said, "Hold on, KS! I'll set you free!" He ran over to the driver's side of the Stoppable-mobile and opened the door.

"Ron...my shirt's stuck!"

"I'll have you free in a jiff!"

He tried loosening up the knob, but it wouldn't budge.

"Ugh...that thing is really determined, KS." Ron said as he tried to get the sleeve loose. At the same time, both he and Kim heard fabic tearing off her shirt.

"I almost got it!" he shouted.

"Ron! Be careful!" Kim exclaimed "You might..."

But it was too late. The right sleeve was gone from her shirt, exposing more of her bra.

"This is so going to be the drama..." Kim bitterly complained as she started the engine. The Stoppable-mobile immediately peeled away from the lot.

[sharperthewriter]

Chapter 22 of SFV

Chapter 22 - Day 2: The LAM Villains' New Makeover

(Pierre, SD, 2:50pm)

"Drewbie! Do you have your keys ready?" Mama Lipsky asked her son. "We have to hurry to get to Smarty-Mart!"

Drew replied in the living room, searching every nook and cranny. He was in a blue button-down shirt and jeans.

The Lipskys were just two days away from T-Giving Day...and a whole lot of people

"I'm still looking for them, Mother. They should be around here somewhere.

"Why don't you try the coffee table?" Sheila Lipsky snarked. She was wearing dark baggy denim Club Banana overalls. The overalls had holes in the kneecaps and Sheila wore them with the right strap hooked and the left strap undone over her green and black button-down shirt. She also had a green and black-colored bracelet on her right hand and a statement gold necklace. Her long raven hair was in a ponytail. Black and green tennis shoes completed the outfit. Sheila also had white gloves on that prevented her from using her powers while as a civilian. As per her agreement with Global Justice, she would take them off only on missions.

"This seriously reminds me of the time you locked your keys out the family car." she continued while watching the entertainment channel with their 10-year old daugter, Alicia. "It took you two hours to open the door...with a brick..."

"Sheila, it would help if we can get to Smarty-Mart before they run out of turkeys! And can you bring little Alicia along?" Drew insisted.

"Fine...Dr. L. Just don't get your labcoat in knots, alright?" Sheila sighed.

"Mommy! Daddy! Look!" Alicia exclaimed, pointing to the TV, "You're on the entertainment news!"

"Huh? What the-?" Drew wondered, looking at the TV screen.

The news reporter said the following: We have new news concerning the live-action Kim Possible movie!

"That's weird." Sheila said while standing up, the undone overalls strap dangling behind her back. "There hasn't been any new news concerning about that live-action movie since August."

"Wasn't that when the movie added the original person who played as Kim Possible?" Drew replied.

"Yes, and when Dementor's original VA was cast too." Sheila recalled, putting her hands in the overalls pockets.

"Since then, everything has been quiet on Flitter, AddressBook and BuzzTube too!" Drew said before their daughter added. "There was hardly a word about it during the Fannies ceremony a few weeks ago."

"Look! It's you two!"

Drew and Sheila closely observed the TV.

The Middleton Entertainment Magazine has unveiled its very first image of the live-action versions of Dr. Drakken and Shego.

It showed the image of the LAM versions of Drakken and Shego.

Drew analyzed it and said, "It seems that they got my costume right and the scar too, but I need to ask one question, Sheila! Where's my blue skin? All I see are blue veins on the guy's face! The blue skin was what made Drakken...well...Drakken!"

The news reported unintentionally provided an answer to him.

According to the co-directors of the film, he won't be sporting his traditional blue skin. From one of the directors, he said, and I quote "He has a blue infection within him. It's like one experiment went totally disasterous for him and a blueish hue was one of the side effects."

"That's not exactly how the 'experiment' went in my case!" Drew exclaimed.

Turning to his wife, he asked, "Sheila, can you get on your tablet thing and see if there are any more pictures?"

Sheila turned on her tablet and went to that site on the Internet.

"Sorry, champ. That's the only picture that they have." Sheila replied.

The directors said that Shego's outfit too has received an update as well. They also said that the original outfits, in live-action, would've looked like pajama one-sies!

It then showed the LAM Shego's outfit, which featured more black than green. This earned a loud rant from Sheila.

"Oyyyy! Those two should know my ratio between black and green! Hell, even the custom outfit that GJ made for me kept the same color balance! And are those actually nails on those gloves?!"

The directors also said that they had to find the Shego actress that had the right amount of snark and sass while also being physically threatening as well since the Drakken actor was really tall and they felt like they made the right...

Sheila then turned off the TV, speechless after hearing this news.

"This is going to be one very long Thanksgiving!" she sighed.

"But what are we going to do, Sheila?" Drew asked worringly, "The protestors are going to come out of the woodwork!"

"We will ignore them , Dr. L, and Mama Lipsky, plus the others that are going to be here, are going to stir up food and not this LAM controversy!" Sheila insisted, "Now we have to go to the Pierre Smarty-Mart to find that turkey!"

"Aren't you also going to send that article to the Stoppables?" Drew questioned.

"Can't...the file's too big to send through on my phone!" Sheila sighed, "I'll have to tell Kimmie once she gets here."

[sharperthewriter]

Chapter 21 of SFV

Chapter 21 - Day 2: Rendevous

(2:04pm)

"We've finally made it!" Kim exclaimed with a smile on her face, "Valentine, Nebraska!"

The battered Stoppable-mobile made it to the city limits. The front bumper was flapping and about to come loose.

"It's too small!" Justin complained from the back seat.

"Well, you're going to have to get used to it, Justin, because this is the only town between here and Rapid City that you'll see a Bueno Nacho!" Kim explained.

"Man, I can smell the Diablo sauce from here, KS!" Ron added. "Rufus does as well!"

Rufus went to the dashboard and smelled it.

"Tastes good, huh, bud?" Ron asked, smiling at the mole rat.

Rufus then gave a thumbs up.

"It should be off Highway 20 right next to Cow N' Chow!" Kim said. "It's only a small town with less than 3000 people, so it shouldn't be hard to find."

"But what about Alexa?" Ron then asked. "Aren't we going to have to clean her up before she tastes the taco goodage?"

"You're right about that, Ron." Kim agreed, "She needs to wash up."

Then they found the distinct taco signage.

"We're here!" Ron exclaimed, "Boo-yah!"

Rufus also chittered, "Boo-yah!" as well.

The van parked in a spot and Kim stopped the car.

She turned back to the kids and asked, "You know what you two want?"

Both Justin and Alexa nodded their heads. "We want the same as last time!"

"Good, then at least we can get back on the road a lot quicker than trying to pick from the menu for about 10 minutes!" Kim said as she got out of the car. Ron, Rufus and the kids got out as well. Kim unhooked the hooked strap to her overalls so that it showed off the toned midriff, but she made sure to keep both side zippers zipped up so that it won't fall on her.

She walked while the undone straps were dangling behind her back and opened the door. The male cashier, in his mid 20s, was attracted to her more-exposed bosom when Kim came up to the counter.

Realizing that the cashier was only staring down at her boobs, she cleared her throat and said.

"Hello, Mr. Cashier! Eyes up here!"

The cashier darted his eyes upward to see an annoyed look on Kim's face.

"Thank you for not making this any more awkweird than it is right now!" the redhead glared, "Now...we're going to order our food without any further incident!"

And so, Kim ordered the same items that they had at the Ogallaga Bueno Nacho for the rest of her family.

Kim took a deep breath, trying to get rid of the searing scene of her overalls falling to her ankles.

"The only thing that we can take away from that sitch was that no one was around." she said while stabbing the lettuce and ground meat with her fork.

"Excluding present company here." Ron intervened, raising his hand. "No offense, KS, but I've seen your butt multiple time on vacation! I rememered that time on the Florida vacation..."

"Ron!" Kim exclaimed, almost dropping her fork filled with food "Hello? We're in a public restaurant!"

"Whoops...sorry, Kim!" Ron whimpered, realizing his blunder of potentially embarrassing his wife further than what she had already gone through...so far.

He then quickly switched to another important topic to avoid his wife getting angry.

"Did Sheila send you a text back on what's going on with the LAM?"

Kim calmed down and replied, "No, not since yesterday. She did say it was very important information...but of what?"

"I dunno, hopefully it'll be about the new Kimmunicator, whatever that will be." Ron said, taking a bite of the naco.

(30 more minutes later)

"Alright...stomachs are full! We are just about ready to head back onto the road!" Kim exclaimed. She stood up, the undone overalls straps still dangling behind her back and the bib flopping down. Since they were slightly big on her, they danced on her hips from side to side.

"What are we going to do next?" Ron questioned.

"Fill the van up with gas." Kim replied, "We aren't going to stop between here and Mordo, South Dakota!"

"You still have those veggie tacos for Canna and Mary?" she asked.

"I got them in the to-go bag!" Ron replied while holding Justin's hand. "Come on, sport! Let's head back to the Stoppable-mobile!"

"Yes, Daddy!" Justin replied. Kim went with Alexa out of the Bueno Nacho and back to the minivan. The rim of her Club Banana panties were exposed.

"Ron, can you give me the bag?" she then asked Ron.

Ron obliged, "Sure, KS!"

Kim then knocked on the camper door, holding the taco bag.

"Canna...Mary! You got lunch at the door here!" Kim called out.

Canna opened the door and got the food.

"Thanks, Kim! We're extremely hungry!"

She then slammed the door right in front of Kim's face.

"Well that was rude of her..." she muttered, "...although she did say thanks."

Kim walked right back to the van and got into the driver's seat.

"Alright, Stoppables! Next stop...South Dakota!"

"What about gas?" Ron asked. He pointed to the fact that the gas tank was nearly on the E.

"Oh, thanks, Ron! First stop...gas station and THEN South Dakota."

She then started up the engine as the Stoppable-mobile pulled away from Bueno Nacho.