Author’s Note: Okay, sorry about the long wait for this second episode. Work has kept me busy, but I set a deadline and I’ve met it. It may be squeaking in just an hour or so before midnight on June 18^th, but I’ve met the deadline.

So here we go folks…

Kim Possible
The College Years

“The Next Level of Drama”
Part II

By: Linear Ranger

The sound of two pairs of feet echoed down the hall. While officer Collins eyes were hidden behind his dark sunglasses, Drakken’s eyes were squinted as he was still adjusting to the well-lit hall. The two men soon came to a door on their left marked “Visitor Center”. Officer Collins opened the door for Dr. Drakken and said in a plane monotone voice, “She’s waiting for you down at the end.”

Drakken walked into the room. It was divided down the center with five small booths. He walked to the far northern part of the room, still wearing his handcuffs and ankle shackles. Drew turned and saw his side of the booth. As usual, it was nothing fancy, just a seat, a wooden desktop, and an old style phone receiver hanging on the right side of the wall. As Drakken sat down in the chair, he frowned as the noticed the woman sitting across from him through the dividing glass. She had a fair competition and had blacker than night hair, even darker than Shego’s, if that was even possible. Plus, she was wearing lipstick of the same color. The woman was wearing a feminine business suit, as well as a pair of slim and stylish reading glasses. She already had her phone receiver raised to her ear. Though what was probably most disturbing, was she was wearing a very frightening evil grin on her face.

Still frowning, Drakken took the receiver on his end, “What do you want Debra?”

Not loosing her grin, she simply replied, “Come now Drew, is that any way to greet you older sister, that you haven’t seen in over twenty years?”

“The name is Doctor Drakken,” he said with great arrogance and frustration.

“Fine Drew.”

“Is there a reason for this unwelcome visit, or have you just come back to be yet another pain in my side.”

“Okay, Drew, we’ll play it your way,” her face now turned to one of determination, “Where are the Little Diablos?”

“What,” Drakken replied in confusion and shock, “What do you mean where are the Diablos?”

“Gee for someone claiming to be an evil genius it seems like your lacking on the genius.”

Drakken tried to cross his arms in frustration, but failed thanks to the handcuffs, and only managed to make himself look more foolish.

“Where are the Diablos Drew?”

“They were all confiscated by Global Justice, Debra, gee looks like all those years at that college in Europe didn’t do wonders for you.”

“Nice try Drew, but I know you better than that. I know you don’t make some weapon or destruction device without having a duplicate, or in this case multiple backups.”

“I have no idea what you mean. All the Diablos that weren’t taken, were all bought by some wacko on line.”

Again Debra’s evil grin returned, she leaned closer to the glass and said, “Coming from you I’ll consider that a compliment.”

Drakken’s face was now filled with complete shock, his pupils were wide and his jaw was hanging open. After a moment of two, he regained his focus and asked, “Why on earth did you buy all those Diablos? What interest are they to you?”

“Let’s just say I’ve been keeping tabs on my little baby brother over the years, and I planning on a little… experiment.”

“What kind of experiment?”

“Oh you’ll get to see, but only if you tell me where you hid your backup Diablos,” again her face returning to that of seriousness.

“Well, you’ve come here in vain then, because there are no back up Diablos.”

“Do NOT play games with me Drew, tell me where they are.” Now her face was beginning to show a hint of anger.

“I told you, there were NO backup Diablos.”

Debra calmed herself and said, “Okay Drew. You’re probably right, I mean why would you make more of those little robots, when you knew that Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable were going to defeat you?”

“Those two should never have defeated me, my plan was perfect!”

“That may be so Drew, but I’ll guess I’ll just have to go to Professor Dementor for assistance with my experiment.”

“DEMENTOR! I could invent doomsday devices a million times more perfector than that hack!”

“Be that as it may, like you said, I came here in vain. I guess I’ll go see where Dementor is. Wasn’t he at some Time Share Lair?”

“No, I got his old Time Share Lair, and he could have cleaned his junk out before he left, but NO I had to get rid of all his stuff just to fit the backup Diablos…”

Drakken froze as he realized what he had said.

Yet again the trade evil grin of Debra’s appeared on her face.

“I knew I’d get it out of you, thank you Drew.”

Debra started to hang up here receiver, but before she could, Drakken interrupted, “Wait!”

“What Drew,” she replied with a slight bit of frustration.

“What exactly are you planning Debra?”

“Let’s just say, I’m planning on succeeding.”

“What!”

“Goodbye Drew.”

Again, she started to put the receiver up, but stopped one more time and said, “Oh, one more thing Drew, defeated by teenagers? Really Drew, all they are, are teenagers.”

With that Debra did finally hang up the receiver, stood up and walked away. As she made her way to her exit, Drakken sat there in confusion. After Debra exited her side of the room, Officer Collins entered Drakken’s side and said, “Let’s go Lipsky.” Drakken hung up the receiver, stood and began walking towards the door where Officer Collins was standing. As they were walking back to the cellblock, Drew kept going over what Debra had said, “I’m planning on succeeding.”

Then an idea occurred to Drakken, “No she couldn’t,” he whispered to himself.

Meanwhile, Debra was making her way out to her car in parking lot. The skies over the federal prison were turning dark and ominous, as Debra walked. Thunder could be heard rolling in the distance. Making the scene all the more nightmarish, was the fact that Debra still had her ever-present evil grin on her face. Debra too was thinking to herself, “All they are, are teenagers. Nothing more than teenagers.” As she finished the statement in her head, two bolts of lightning collided in the sky above her, causing a roar of thunder that shook the earth with great force. However, instead of jumping from the natural occurrence, Debra’s evil grin grew even more menacing, she threw her head back and began laughing evilly towards the skies.

It had been about six hours or so since the Possible and Stoppable families had moved their college children into their dorm rooms. Both Kim and Ron said their goodbyes to their families, and promised to keep in touch daily, and visit as often as they could. These departures were, of course, very emotional for the two moms. It was the same for the fathers, though they tried their best to hide it. Though, there was something that Mr. Possible did that took Ron by surprise. While Kim was chasing after the Tweebs, from their little stunt with the box, Mr. Dr. Possible had pulled Ron off to the side.

“Ron, I need you to promise me something.”

Ron fearing this was about to lead to another ‘Black Hole Deep Speech’, gulped and nervously replied, “Yes sir?”

Mr. Dr. Possible placed both hands on Ron’s shoulders, looked Ron straight in the eyes and said, “Please keep my Kimmie Cub safe.”

Fear left Ron as he smiled a reassuring smile and said, “Don’t worry Mr. P, I’ll keep KP completely safe.”

“Thank you Ronald,” and with that Mr. Possible hugged Ron like he was a member of the family.

Inside Kim Possible’s Dorm Room, it had taken some time, but over the past five or so hours, the room now showed ownership of Kimberly Ann Possible. She had placed all her clothes in her closet. Her computer was set up and running on the desk. The television, VCR, and DVD player were all set up and ready. Even the bed had been made. The room was finished, well almost.

“Just one more thing,” Kim thought to herself.

Kim took two objects out of the one remaining moving box. One was a picture frame, and the other a small stuffed bean filled toy. Kim walked over and sat on the edge of her bed, near the nightstand. She first placed the picture frame on the stand under the light, and then put the toy next to the frame on the left. A loving smile filled Kim’s face as she looked at the two objects. The picture in the frame was the moment that no one would ever be able to forget. It had become known as “THE Kiss”, the kiss Kim and Ron shared at their Prom that spring. The toy sitting next to the frame was, of course, the Cuddle Buddy that Kim could not do without, Pandaroo. Both objects held a special place in her heart.

Kim let out a loving sigh, got up from her bed and looked around.

“Not bad for five hours work.”

She walked over and collapsed the moving box from before, and then placed it in the corner with other completed moving boxes.

Kim looked at a single picture of Ron hanging on her wall, smiled and thought to herself, “I better go see how much Ron has got done with his room. Surely he’s got it almost finished by now.”

With that, Kim walked over to the sliding glass door that lead out to the small balcony. She opened the door and walked out onto the structure. Kim closed the door behind her, and then paused a moment to have a look across campus. The sun was still an hour or more from setting, but there were still many families arriving with their children to move into the dorms. Continuing on, Kim turned to her left and slid open the glass door leading into Ron’s room.

What Kim found inside sent her into a bit of dejavou. The room was filled with moving boxes, all of them opened, and items from the boxes were strung out all over the dorm room. Kim’s mouth hung open for a second and she said aloud, “Didn’t I already live this scene.”

Though to Kim’s surprise, there was no response. There was no sign of Ron, nor of Rufus. With a bit of curiosity and a bit of worry, Kim began walking, or more so maneuvering, through the mess of the room. After a few steps, she called out to the room, “Ron? You in here?”

Still no answer, Kim continued her search as she looked in the closet, though only finding a mess of clothes with no organization to them. She made her way over to the foot of the bed, bent down and looked under the bed, though still finding nothing. What Kim didn’t know was there were two pairs of eyes looking at her from a nearby box; one pair belonging to her boyfriend, and the other to his pet Naked Mole Rat.

Kim stood back up and looked over the room again and returned facing the bed as she said to herself, “Where could he have gone?”

Suddenly, a box behind Kim sprung open spraying packing peanuts everywhere. Ron and Rufus popped out of the box and Ron yelled, “Hey KP!”

Kim’s instincts took over as she reached back quickly, grabbed a hold of Ron’s right arm, and then threw him over her shoulder and onto his bed. Kim quickly followed and had Ron pinned down, ready to strike at him.

“AHHHHHH!!!” Ron and Rufus both screamed as Ron covered his face in fear.

Luckily Kim managed to return to reality in time. She lowered her raised arm, which was prepared to strike. She gave Ron a disapproving look and said, “Ron, how many times have I told you not to sneak up on me. My instincts tell me I’m being attacked and to react.”

Still pinned down to his bed, Ron lowered his hands from his face.

“Sorry KP, we were just kiddin around.”

This was followed up by Ron well known carefree grin. The grin worked as Kim’s disappointment left her. She smiled back at her boyfriend and freed him from being pinned down.

“You got off lucky this time Ron Stoppable,” Kim said as she moved and sat on the edge of Ron’s bed.

Ron rose up and sat next to Kim as he said, “That’s because I’m just that good.”

“Well, you may be could at getting out of that stich, but that still doesn’t change the fact that this room is…is…well, it’s a MESS!”

“Yeah, well it takes time to get everything organized,” Ron said in his defense.

Kim leaned her head to the side, looking at Ron as she said, “Ron, we’ve had over five hours to unpack.”

“Well, they say slow and steady wins the race KP.”

“And they also say haste makes waste Ron.”

Ron thought for moment and then, “Hey, I know what can get me energized to finish unpacking.”

Curious, yet fearing the answer, Kim asked, “That being?”

“Bueno Nacho.”

“Ron, I am not calling in a favor, just to get us a lift back to Middelton, so you can have a Naco.”

Ron raised his head, already knowing he’d win this match, “No need Kim.”

“Well, we’re not walking there.”

“Yes, we are.”

“RON!”

“There’s a Bueno Nacho on campus KP.”

“Really?”

“Yep, they have an entire mini mall just north of the campus. They’ve got a Bueno Nacho, Smarty Mart…”

Before Ron could continue with the places in the mini mall, Kim interrupted asking in excitement, “Club Banana?”

Ron sighed, rolled his eyes a bit as he answered, “I seem to recall something about a Club Banana being listed in the group of stores.”

With that Kim grabbed Ron’s shirt, started pulling him towards the door and said, “Let’s go!”

As night was setting in on a timeshare near Middleton, Debra was standing outside one timeshare in particular. No one was around to keep watch, so it was easy for Debra to infiltrate the area. Once again wearing her deep purple, feminine lab coat, Debra pulled the small hand held device out her front pocket, plugged a cord into the security lock for the door, and let the digital device go to work.

After a few short seconds, the security lock disengaged itself and opened the door to the timeshare. Debra placed the tool back into its pocket and entered the structure. Flicking the lights on as she entered, she immediately went to work searching for Drakken’s ‘Backup Diablos’, as she called them. This became quite a challenge as nothing was organized in the building. There were doomsday devices, evil plot schematics, and other various evil tools Drakken had hidden away. Once the first few minutes had passed, and Debra had still not located the Diablos, her patience had completely run out. She began tearing open every wooden crate she came across, throwing the packing contents out all over the place, and then moving on to the next box.

“Where are they Drew,” Debra asked to herself with her teeth gritting.

She continued ripping into boxes, until finally she came across the final large crate. It was covered with a dark tarp, but not for long. Debra quickly tore the cloth off of the box, revealing big bold letters saying, “Back Up Little Diablos”.

“Nice job Drew, very subtle,” Debra said in frustration.

Debra reached into her left front pocket and removed four small miniature discs and a credit card sized remote control. She threw the four discs on the floor in front of the very large crate. With that done, she pressed a button on the remote. The small discs quickly disappeared as the jetted under the box. Within a few seconds, the box was hovering in place. Debra pressed another button on the controller and began to walk towards the exit. The crate, with the small hover discs in place, followed after her. When she reached the door, she pressed the button on the wall that opened the garage style door. Once the large door was opened fully, she continued walking out with the box following her.

However, once she was out of timeshare, she came across a security guard. He was barely over college age, and looked like the most he was armed with was a can of pepper spray and a flashlight. Yet this didn’t stop the young man from trying to act confident.

“Stop right there,” he demanded as he pointed the flashlight on Debra and the floating crate.

Debra was not in the mood to mess with the pest, as she said, “Excuse me?”

“Freeze, don’t you move. This facility is closed and you don’t have clearance for this area.”

Still annoyed, Debra answered, “Oh I need clearance do it?”

With that she reached inside her breast pocket, pulled out a small cube, threw it at the guard and said, “Here’s my clearance.”

The young guards eyes followed the tiny box in the air. This was a major mistake, for as soon as the box hit the ground it emitted a blinding flash of light. This flash knocked the guard unconscious. Debra had turned her head to avoid the flash. After the flash had occurred, she turned her head back to make sure the guard was out. Seeing he was, Debra proceeded on her way off of the timeshare grounds.

Five minutes later, the guard awoke. He rose up, looked around and then remembered what had occurred. There were no signs of the woman he had seen, nor the floating crate she had with her. He looked over at the timeshare that still had the garage sized door open. The young man stumbled to get up, reached for his walkie-talkie and said, “We’ve had a break in with Timeshare D06!”

The sun had set and the streetlights were now on at the Tri City University Mini Mall. The mall was basically an oval walkway, with the southern tip cut off, surrounded by stores, movie rentals, theatres, and restaurants. The center of the double-sided walkway was lined with streetlights, evenly placed every twenty feet. Just now exiting the mall’s Club Banana were Kim and Ron. Kim was flipping through a Club Banana catalog she had gotten in the store, while Ron was hunched over carrying four beige bags with the Club Banana logo on them.

“I would have never thought such a small Club Banana could have so much,” Kim said in wonder as she continued looking in the catalog.

Ron walking behind her said, “Well, they can’t have that much left now. You bought half of the store KP.”

“Ron, you exaggerating.”

“KP, four bags, four FULL bags!”

“Okay, I may have splurged a bit, but it was so worth it.”

“If you say so Kim, now can we get something to eat, I’m starving.”

Just then Rufus popped out of Ron’s pant pocket and chimed it, squeaking, “Naco, Grande Grande.”

For the first time since leaving Club Banana, Kim took her eyes off the catalog and looked at her watch.

“Wow, I’m sorry babe, I had no idea we’d spent an hour and a half in there.”

“Only an hour and a half? Felt more like four hours to me,” Ron said while rolling his eyes.

Kim walked over to her boyfriend, gave him a peck on the cheek and said, “Buck up Ron, well get some ‘snackage’ now.”

Ron did just that, his energy returned to him and the couple, and the Naked Mole Rat, made their way down a bit to the Bueno Nacho.

Inside the fast food restaurant was nothing that Kim and Ron hadn’t seen before. Truthfully, it looked eerily similar to the Bueno Nacho back in Middleton. Though the freaky factor would only increase shortly. Kim and Ron got in line to place their order. After a couple of students ahead of them had placed their order, it came to Kim and Ron.

However, while they were waiting, the voice of the BN Employee sounded very familiar.

“Where have I heard that voice before,” Ron asked.

“I don’t know,” Kim started, “But the voice seems to fit this place for some…”

Kim continued talking as her and Ron moved up to the counter. Then they both turned to see why the voice sounded familiar.

“Ned!?” Kim and Ron said in unison.

Rufus, sitting on Ron’s shoulder, added, “Huh?”

Sure enough, standing behind the counter, wearing the normal Manager uniform was a young man that looked exactly like Ned from the Middleton Bueno Nacho. However, it was not Ned.

“Actually, I’m Ted.”

All Kim, Ron and Rufus could do was glance at one another, and then stare confusingly at Ted.

Ted smiled and answered, “I’m Ned’s twin brother.”

“Ooookkaayy,” all three said together.

“I’ve heard all about you guys. So what will it be for the famous Team Possible?”

Kim and Ron shrugged off the freak factor and Kim placed her order, “I’ll have two Tacos. Ron will have a Grande Sized Naco and an order of Nachos. And to drink, we’ll have one King Size Slurpster.”

As Ned was punching all the information into the small counter computer, Kim turned to Ron and said, “We can share the drink can’t we.”

Kim gave Ron a small grinning pout.

Ron’s only reply was a responding grin and, “Booyah.”

Ted repeated the order back and finished with, “As always the order will be free for Team Possible. You number is fifty eight.”

“Thanks Ted,” Kim said and then her and Ron made their way to a booth in the back corner of the building. Ron slid in on the left side, and Kim the right, and the two were then setting next to one another in the booth, as had become their custom for Bueno Nacho. Ron sat the Club Banana bags under the table next to him.

“Really weird with Ned having a twin brother,” Ron said.

“I know, plus this Bueno Nacho looks exactly like the one back home.”

“Freaky. Wonder what else from home might show here?”

“Or who we’ll see from home,” Kim finished.

Unfortunately, Kim got her answer immediately as an all too unfriendly voice was heard, “Well, I guess they’ll let any losers into this college.”

Kim and Ron took their eyes off each other, slowly turned their heads toward the front of the table and saw her standing there. Her, of course, being Bonnie Rockwaller, Kim’s non-villain arch foe, wearing some of the latest fashion clothes.

“Hello to you too Bonnie,” Kim said in an unwelcoming tone.

“Honestly I can’t believe you too lasted the summer, but I guess losers are just destined to be together, as sick as it is.”

Kim’s anger was beginning to reach maximum levels.

“I thought you were going to Upperton University, Bonnie,” Kim questioned.

Bonnie threw her head to the side in arrogance, “They told my mom that I was over qualified for their establishment and referred us here instead. Too bad I have to put of with losers like you too.”

That was it. Bonnie had said loser one too many times for Kim. Her teeth were grit together, her fists were clenched tight, and one could swear that her red hair was actually burning flames. Ron took notice of all of this. Granted the words affected Kim, but for Ron, he just took them with a grain of salt. Though Rufus was with Kim, as he was growling from Ron’s shoulder. Ron knew Kim was about to blow her lid, and he got an idea.

Kim started to stand as she said, “Bonnie, so help me…”

But just then Ron interrupted as he was looking out the window to their left.

“Hey isn’t that Brick over there talking to the girl at Shoes N’ More?”

Bonnie snapped out of her arrogance as she looked out the window, and then started running for the door, saying on her way, “He’s just memorized by her fancy boots.”

With Bonnie gone, Ron turned to Kim grinning from ear to ear.

“Nice one Ron.”

Kim had cooled back down and was smiling at her boyfriend.

Ron, trying to act modest, “Oh that, that was nothing, just me and my mad skillz.”

Kim giggled, kissed Ron on the lips and said, “Thanks.”

“No big KP.”

“I shouldn’t let her get on my nerves, but she just always manages to get under my skin.”

“They don’t get much worse than her.”

“I hope not, I can’t imagine a woman worse than Bonnie.”

What Kim and Ron didn’t know was there was a woman much more worse than Bonnie, plotting against them some distance away. Debra had returned to her warehouse lair, only it had changed drastically. The stray shipping boxes were all gone. In their place, along the two long sides of the structure, were one hundred cylinder devices; fifty to each side. The cylinders were filled with a strange green substance, plus they were all connected to Debra’s central computer system at the front of the warehouse. All cylinders had a tremendous amount of electricity flowing into them. Most importantly of all, inside each one of the cylinders, floating in the green goo was a Little Diablo. Each little toy too had jolts of electricity flowing through their tiny bodies.

Debra herself was walking along the cylinders, watching her plot take form. She strode along the row to her left, and slowly began witnessing the Diablos grow to a size just able to fill the containers they were in. The green ooze was absorbed into the evil machines. The little smiles from the toys again became dark evil frowns. Though these Diablos were not as large as they were in April, when Drakken used them, but that did not take away the fact that they looked very dangerous and menacing.

“Yes my Sythnotron Soldiers, come to life,” Debra said to the destructive robots as she continued walking south, with her evil grin ever present on her face.

As the Diablos, or now Synthotrons, finished their completion, Debra made her way to the other end of the building. At the end of the structure was an elevated floor with railing, and one remaining cylinder. However, this cylinder device was different, while it too was tied into Debra’s main computer system, it seemed to also have it’s own unique computer system. There was a complicated computer placed to the left of the cylinder, and just above the computers screen was a device holding the stolen test tube marked as ‘901’. Electricity was flowing through the slime in the test tube. Green and red smoke filled cylinder as electric pluses could be seen surging in container.

Debra stepped up to the elevated area, walked over to the unique cylinder and said to herself, “Just a few moments now.”

Just then the main computer system announced in its computer toned voice, “Synthotron Activation Process Completed.”

Debra turned and looked out on the warehouse. What she saw was all one hundred cylinders open up and the newly developed Synthotrons step out. The evil robots began assembling into lines facing their master. After a few moments, the army of Synthotrons was in ten rows of ten and all looking towards Debra.

Debra’s grin grew wider and she called out, “Synthotrons! I am your master and together we will soon rule this world. But first we must eliminate the one obstacle that stands in our way.”

She reached into her coat pocket, removed a small remote, and pressed a key button on the device. This caused four viewing screens hanging high in the warehouse, two on the east end and two on the west end, to flick on. On all four screens was the same picture, a picture of Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable in their Mission Clothes, along with Rufus on Ron’s shoulder. Placed at the bottom of the photo, in bolded letters was the name “Team Possible.”

“We will eliminate TEAM POSSIBLE” Debra yelled out to the robots.

“Yes master,” all one hundred Synthotrons replied in computer-toned voices.

Just then, the computer behind Debra announced, “Reanimation Complete.”

The one unique glass cylinder then split and slid back and the smoke flowed out. Debra turned to see a form step out of the mist and back into the world. The male figure stepped out onto the floor and opened his eyes. Debra walked a bit towards the figure and said, “Welcome back 901. Do you know why I’ve brought you back? Do you know what you must do?”

As his answer, he did not speak, but instead his eyes looked at the four screens with Team Possible’s picture on them. He raised his right arm, pointed his gloved fist at one of the screens, and then fired out a blast of black plasma destroying the screen. Then he followed by doing the same to the remaining three screens. Debra watched with approval. After he was finished, the figure turned back to Debra as a solider waiting for further orders.

“Excellent,” Debra said, “Now we set the trap.”

Kim and Ron finished their meal at Bueno Nacho some time ago. Now they were back in Ron’s dorm. They had been back there for about an hour now, and amazingly enough, in that short amount of time, working together, they managed to straighten up the room and get Ron completely moved in. Everything was put into place. Ron’s clothes were hung in the closet. His television and gaming system were set up. His new laptop, a graduation gift from his parents, was up and running on the desk. The bed was made. Finally, Kim placed a picture of her and Ron on Ron’s nightstand.

“There, now the room’s finished,” Kim said with a grin to Ron.

Ron finished collapsing his last packing box and walked over to Kim.

“Nice touch KP.”

“Thank you.”

The couple looked around with pride in what they were able to do when they worked together.

“Another mission accomplished by the infamous Team Possible,” Ron said in a mocking news reporter tone.

Kim joking elbowed Ron with a smile and said, “Funny, but we really did a good job, considering how this place looked before.”

Ron placed his arms around Kim’s waist, looked at her with loving eyes and said, “Hey, together we can do again KP.”

With that, both of them closed their eyes, moved their lips in close to kiss one another. However, before they could kiss, the all too familiar ‘beep-beep-bee-beep’ sound rang out from Kim’s pocket. Both Kim and Ron’s eyes popped back open. They stared at each other, and then their eyes went to Kim’s pocket. They released their embrace, Ron crossed his arms and Kim pulled out the small blue electronic device out of her pocket. Kim had one arm crossed and the other holding the Kimmunicator out for both her and Ron to see. She pressed the button to open the communication link. As the young genius appeared on the screen, Kim and Ron both said in a tone, trying to hide their annoyance, though poorly done, “What is it Wade.”

Wade looked from one of his computer screens, to the other showing Kim and Ron’s non-to welcoming expressions.

“What tweaked you two,” Wade asked.

Kim and Ron didn’t answer, but just stared at the screen of the Kimmunicator. After a second of thought, Wade said with a bit of a chuckle, “Oh did I almost catch you two smacking lips again?”

“Wade is there a point to this call,” Kim said, no longer hiding the annoyance.

“Okay,” Wade started realizing he better start quick, “I’ve come across some recent events that may be connected.”

“What kind of events,” Ron questioned with genuine curiosity.

Wade looked over at another computer screen and began telling the information, “Last night someone broke into the Global Justice Evidence Storage Facility. Specifically, they broke into the hanger that GJ holds all of Drakken and Shego’s stuff. Nothing big was stolen, except three small things.”

“What three things,” Kim asked as her expression had turned to concentration.

“Two data CDs and a test tube with some substance in it, I still haven’t been able to get complete data on the heist. The case is still considered classified by Global Justice and they haven’t asked for your help in matter yet.”

“Did they get the thief,” Kim questioned.

“No. By the time the Security Officers made their way into the hanger, the thief was already gone. They believe they exited through a skylight in the hanger.”

“Doesn’t sound too weird,” Ron commented.

“It gets weirder,” Wade answered.

“Figures,” Kim said, “Go on Wade.”

“Then earlier tonight, someone broke into a Time Share.”

“How does that link to the Global Justice case,” Kim asked.

“The Time Share is owned by Drakken.”

Ron and Kim’s eyes widened as they said together, “The Time Share Lair.”

Rufus poked himself out of Ron’s pants pocket and squeaked, “dun dun dunnnn.”

“The only thing the security guard at the time share could remember, was that it was some woman leaving with a large crate.”

“Are Drakken and Shego still in prison,” Kim inquired.

“I checked, they’re both still locked up in the Federal Prison.”

“So it wasn’t Shego,” Ron added.

“No,” Kim started, “It must be someone new, but why. What interest do they have in stealing stuff from Drakken and Global Justice?”

“There’s one more weird piece to this puzzle,” Wade added.

“Spill,” both Kim and Ron said.

“I’ve been doing some research and I’ve found that all the Little Diablos that weren’t confiscated by Global Justice, were all bought through on line auctions, by the exact same person.”

“What,” Ron exclaimed.

“Where were they all shipped Wade,” asked Kim.

“I’m still working on that. Whoever this person is, they had the packages continually sent from one location to the next, all over the world, and never to the same place twice. They went to great lengths to keep someone from finding them.”

“Think if we find this Little Diablo buyer we find our mystery thief,” Ron asked looking at Kim.

“Gotta be.”

“I’ll keep tracing the paths of the Little Diablos and let you guys know when I come up with something.”

“Thanks Wade,” Kim said.

Wade gave a two-finger salute and then the viewing screen on the Kimmunicator returned the ‘KP’ emblem.

Kim placed the Kimmunicator back in her pocket and walked over to the glass door in Ron’s room and looked out at the sky, a concerned look on her face. Ron stood in the same place looking confused. He looked down at Rufus for help. Rufus responded by point his tiny arms towards Kim and squeaked, “Go.”

Ron walked over and put his hand on Kim’s shoulder and asked, “You okay KP?”

Kim turned and said, “Yeah, it’s just, I’ve got this uneasy feeling now.”

“These events got you worried?”

She looked into Ron’s eyes and said, “A bit, yeah. I mean as wonderful as prom night ended up being, I still hate the memories that those Little Diablos bring up. And now with some wacko deciding to start their own freako collection, for who knows what reason, it’s got me worried Ron. We have no idea what we might be up against with this person.”

Ron put his arms back around Kim waist; looked into her eyes with confidence and said, “Don’t worry Kim. Whatever this wacko is up to, we’ll stop ‘em. Remember, you said it yourself, ‘together there’s nothing we can’t do’”.

A smile returned to Kim face. She placed her arms around Ron’s neck, looked into Ron’s eyes with love and said, “Thanks. How is it you always know exactly what to say?”

Ron grinned and said, “I’m just good like that.”

This time the two closed their eyes and were able to kiss without interruption. Deciding to give them their privacy, Rufus crawled back down into Ron’s pocket. After they finished their kiss, Ron and Kim just stood looking at each other with loving smiles. Kim then noticed the clock hanging on the wall behind Ron; it read ten till ten o’clock.

She looked back at Ron and said, “We better get our rest.”

Ron said, “Yeah I guess so.”

The two let go of one another and Kim opened the glass door. As she stepped out onto the balcony, she turned back to Ron, who was still smiling and said, “Remember Ron, we’re gonna start back on our early morning jogging and exercise sessions tomorrow.”

Ron’s smile was replaced by a frown as he slouched and whined, “Aww Kim, can’t we take just a bit more of a break.”

Kim smiled and said, “Ron, we agreed that in order to keep our minds and skills sharp that we couldn’t slouch in our workout. We didn’t get to workout this morning, so we have to get right back on track first thing tomorrow morning.”

Ron sighed in defeat and said, “Okay KP.”

Kim leaned back into Ron’s room and said, “That’s my Ron.” She then kissed him on the cheek and walked back out to the balcony. The kiss brought Ron back to high spirits.

“Goodnight Ron.”

“Goodnight KP. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Kim said and then closed the door and walked over to go into her room, through her own glass door. As Kim entered her room, she leaned against the glass door after she closed it. Meanwhile, Ron too was leaning against his glass door. Then, not knowing, both Kim and Ron said in unison to themselves quietly, “Booyah.”

The next morning came soon. It was a few before six o’clock, but Kim was already up and ready to start her and Ron’s morning jog and exercise. This had been a routine the two of them had started during their summer vacation. Though Kim would have to go over to Ron’s house and pull him out of bed. Things weren’t about to change anytime soon.

Kim left her room wearing a charcoal gray jogging suit, outlined in pink and a pink heart on the chest of the shirt. Kim walked out into the hallway, turned to Ron’s door and knocked.

“Come on Ron. Workout time.”

The only response Kim heard was that of Ron’s still halfway asleep growl. The door slowly open and Ron stood there leaning on the door. He was still in his normal blue pajamas, and his eyes were just barely open.

“It’s too early Kim,” Ron managed to mumble. Also, Rufus had fallen back asleep on Ron’s shoulder.

Kim smiled and said, “Gee like I haven’t heard you say that for the past three months.”

Kim then proceeded to walk into Ron’s room as Ron moved to the side. The lights were still off in the room. At least that was until Kim flicked them on. Ron’s reaction to this was a scream, due to his pupils being exposed to the light without time to adjust. Ron’s yell was followed by him tripping and falling flat on the floor.

“Ron are you okay,” Kim asked with concern as she ran over to her boyfriend.

“If I say no does that mean I can go back to bed,” Ron asked grinning.

Kim smiled and answered, “No.”

Kim stood up and said, “Come on Ron, if you get up and ready, we’ll have some breakfast Nacos after we finish the workout.”

Ron rose up saying in a mocking evil tone, “Okay, you win this one Kim Possible.”

Once Ron was back up on his feet, Kim handed him his jogging outfit. Ron took the outfit and slouched his way into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. While Ron changed and got ready in the bathroom, Kim walked over and looked out the glass door. The sun was just barely started to cast some light across the campus.

A few minutes later, a fully awake Ron walked out of the bathroom wearing his jogging suit that matched Kim’s. Ron’s suit was charcoal gray as well, but his was outlined in blue, plus had a blue lightning bolt on the chest.

Rufus still on Ron’s shoulder, squeaked, “Ready.”

Kim turned around and walked to Ron, said, “You clean up pretty nice,” and then gave him a peck on the cheek.

“That’s a nice way to start the morning,” Ron said.

“Let’s get going,” Kim said as she opened the door.

So the two life long friends started their morning workout. As the sun began to rise across campus, Kim and Ron were jogging all around the circle sidewalk that took them all around the campus. They also jogged around the closed mini mall on campus. Their new workout routine, for the college campus, took them about an hour to complete. Kim and Ron stopped to rest just outside the Tri City University Gym. Ron had collapsed and was lying down on the steps leading up to the gym doors. Kim had gone up near the doors and was buying two bottles of water from a vending machine.

As Ron was breathing heavily, Kim walked back and put Ron’s bottle of water next to him and said, “Drink up.”

Ron rose up and sat on the step, next to Kim, and they sat there drinking their bottled water for a while. By now the sun was out and casting its light across the campus, showing the fresh morning dew on the grass.

“A good workout, wasn’t it,” Kim asked.

Ron turned to look at his girlfriend and answered, “You’ve got a funny definition of good KP.”

Kim giggled a bit and said, “Admit it Ron, these workouts have been helping us with our missions this past summer.”

“Yeah, your right KP. I didn’t think you could be any better than you were, but you’ve improved with these workouts.”

“Don’t forget yourself Ron. I’ve seen a good deal of improvement with you as well.”

Ron tried to hide the fact that he was embarrassed from Kim’s compliments as he said, “Aww.”

Kim giggled again and said, “Really Ron, you’ve really taken on a more active role in the missions, and it’s helped a lot.”

Ron turned smiling at Kim, and Kim smiled back at Ron. Their love was easy to be seen. Though before they could think about kissing or hugging, another familiar voice was heard behind them.

“Aw Possible, good to see you’ve gotten Stoppable into a better shape,” said the deep commanding voice they both knew very well.

Kim and Ron’s looks at one another turned to shock, and then they turned around to see if person the voice was coming from, was in fact who they thought it to be. Their assumptions were proven correct. Standing there in black exercise outfit was the one and only fill-in-man from Middleton High School, Mr. Steve Barkin.

“Mr. Barkin!?” both Kim and Ron said and questioned.

“Wha…wha…what, how how how,” was all Ron could mange to get out.

Mr. Barkin ascended down the stairs, “But he’s still got some work to do in the language department.”

Kim, having a bit more composure, asked, “Mr. Barkin, we haven’t seen you since March. What are you doing here?”

Barkin finished taking a drink from his own bottle of water, and then answered, “I’ll be working here.”

“WHAT,” Ron exclaimed in further shock than he already was.

Barkin chuckled a bit answered, “That’s right Stoppable, I’ll be teaching here.”

While Ron was now trying to get a grip on reality, Kim inquired more, “When did this happen Mr. Barkin? I mean, after we didn’t see you after March, everyone just thought you had just gotten called back into service.”

“Friad not Possible, you see, I read that this establishment was looking for a person to teach American History. So I decided who better to do the job than a man who served his country.”

“Oookaayyy,” Kim said still not completely sure why Barkin was gone so long.

“I interviewed for the position in March and then had to spend the remainder of the time moving, assembling my lesson plans, and getting the lay of the land.”

“Well, then I guess we’ll be seeing you first thing Monday morning,” Kim said in a tone with a bit apprehension.

“Yes, I noticed on my class roster that both you and Stoppable are in my fist class. I’ll expect you two to be there bright and early.”

With that Mr. Barkin continued walking down the stairs and off. As he did so, he called back, “First thing Monday morning Stoppable, DO NOT BE LATE.”

“Well, that was a surprise twist,” Kim commented. She looked at Ron and noticed that Ron’s expression was still that of shock. His mouth was hanging open and his pupils full.

Rufus ran up to Ron’s face and waved his little paw in front of Ron’s eyes, squeaking, “Hello.”

Kim waved her own hand in front of Ron’s face saying, “Hello earth to Ron. Ron? Ron Stop-a-ble?”

Ron’s expression didn’t change, but he did mutter, “Barkin…teaching…my class…nightmare.”

“Come on Ron, it’s not gonna be that big of a deal,” Kim said as she started walking down the stairs.

Ron finally rejoined reality, ran down the stairs to catch up with Kim walking on the sidewalk and said, “Not a big deal? KP this is Barkin we’re talking about. THE Steve Barkin, you know the same guy that has had it in for me.”

Kim stopped, turned to Ron, placed her hands on his shoulders and said, “Ron, breath, we’ll get through this. Okay?”

Ron took a deep breath and said, “Yeah, I guess you’re right KP. As long as we’re in this together, we’ll get through it together.”

“Right, now how about those breakfast Nacos I promised.”

Ron thrusting a fist in the air, exclaimed, “Booyah!”

However, as the couple started walking towards the campus Bueno Nacho, the Kimmuicator beeped. Kim and Ron stopped in their tracks; Kim pulled out the device, pressed the open communication link button, and said, “What’s the sitch Wade?”

Wade appeared on the screen and immediately said, “I found the Little Diablos.”

Kim looked at Ron and said, “Let’s go.”

“Aww man, my breakfast Nacos.”

A black stretch limousine pulled up to an abandoned warehouse, some distance outside of Middleton. The door opened and Kim and Ron climbed out of the luxury vehicle on the driver’s side. They were both wearing their standard mission clothes and backpacks. The driver’s window lowered and a gentleman stuck his head out the window.

“You sure you two will be okay from here,” the man asked.

“No prob Rob. Thanks for the lift,” Kim answered.

“Hey, don’t mention it Kim. After the way you got me to that wedding ceremony on time, it’s the least I could do.”

“Oh it was just a rush hour,on Christmas eve, with the stop lights out, it was really no big.”

With that the car pulled away leaving Kim and Ron standing looking at the rundown warehouse.

“You sure this is the right place KP? I mean this really doesn’t look like the place for someone plotting some evil scheme.”

Kim started walking towards the normal entrance door of the building saying, “Don’t forget Ron, they say that you can’t judge a book by it’s cover.”

Ron followed behind Kim and they entered the building. Inside it was solid black, with the only exception being one bit of light being cast in by a skylight.

“Yeah, and I guess this book is meant to be read in the dark,” Ron commented.

Once Kim and Ron were in the building a bit, the door behind them slammed shut. They both spun around and then turned back.

“Uh oh,” Rufus squeaked from Ron’s shoulder.

The three of them tried looking around but they couldn’t make out anything. That was until one light kicked on showing a balcony walkway near the top of the building. A female voice said, “Well, well, well if it isn’t the infamous Team Possible.”

Then the owner of the voice walked into the light. It was Debra wearing her feminine purple lab coat. She had her hands clasped together behind her back as she slowly walked towards the railing of the walkway.

“Who are you,” Kim asked in a demanding tone.

“Straight to the point I see. Fine, my name is, shall I say, was Debra, Debra Lipsky.”

“Lipsky,” Ron said trying to think, “We know that name right.”

“Yes, because you two have foiled my brother’s schemes on numerous accounts. I believe you know him as, Doctor Drakken.”

“What,” Ron exclaimed.

“You’re Drakken’s sister,” Kim added in surprise.

“Yes.”

“So you’re doing this to get back at us for putting Drakken behind bars,” Kim stated.

“Oh you couldn’t be further from the truth. You see, you’ve done me a favor. You’ve taken little Drewbie out of the picture for the moment. Thus allowing me to further my plans.”

“What plans,” Ron asked.

“My plans for world domination!”

“Guess evil must run in the family,” Kim said to Ron.

“DO NOT COMPARE ME TO MY FOOLISH BROTHER! I am nothing like him! I will succeed in my plans to conquer this planet. This world shall bow down before its new empress, DESTRA!”

“Uh hello, incase you’ve been under a rock the past few years, we stop people like you weekly,” Kim said with great confidence.

“Yes, I do know of you, but you are just two average teenagers.”

“We’re not just any teenagers,” Ron said in anger.

“We’re Team Possible,” Kim finished with anger.

With great sarcasm, Debra mocked, “Oh, where’s my autograph book?”

Kim and Ron prepared themselves in battle ready positions.

“Just bring it Destra,” Kim said.

With her evil grin present said, “Oh no, I won’t be fighting you. I reserved that privilege for someone who’s just been dying to see you again.”

“What,” Kim and Ron asked in confusion.

“Oh yes, you see I knew he’d be just the one to fight you, since you thought you destroyed him back in April. Say hello 901.”

Just then another light came on, casting its light in the center of the warehouse floor. Then the loathed male figure from that night stepped into the lit area. Still in his maroon and black suit from April, there stood the guy that had given Kim and Ron so much strife and suffering, it was Erik.

“Erik,” Kim growled.

While Kim’s anger was bad, Ron’s was even worse. Instead of saying anything, Ron started in a run towards Erik, ready to deal him a blow right to the face. However, before Ron could succeed, Erik grabbed Ron’s arm, spun around and threw Ron back to the wall. Ron crashed at the wall. Kim ran over to him calling his name with concern as she reached him.

“Are you okay Ron?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” Ron, answered as he got back up with Kim’s help.

Team Possible stared a hating glare at Erik.

“How,” Kim asked in anger.

“Oh that was simple, once I stole he remaining Syntho Slime from Global Justice.”

“So it was you that’s behind all those robberies,” Ron stated.

“Gee, and Drakken called you a buffoon,” Destra again mocked.

“That’s it. Let’s just bring it on,” Kim called out.

“Oh but I still have one more surprise for you to, or should I shall, the keys to your demise.”

Destra turned the remaining lights on in the warehouse. What Kim, Ron and Rufus saw was even more frightening than Erik. The entire building was filled with the Little Diablos, now in their Synthotron form.

“Let me introduce you to my improvements to Drakken’s Diablos. I call them Synthotrons. I combined & improved Drew’s Syntho Plasma with the Little Diablos to create these new destructive machines.”

“BRING. IT. ON!” Kim and Ron yelled.

With that the battle began. Kim and Ron both tried attacking Erik together, but he managed to duck out of the way of their kicks and sent them flying into the Synthotrons. Kim and Ron quickly got back up on their feet, just as the destructive robots surrounded them.

“Divide and conquer,” Ron asked as he and Kim were back to back.

“Go,” Kim answered.

Kim started trying to fight two of the Synthotrons. At first she tried kicking them, but soon realized that Destra had made them much stronger than they had been into their Diablo state. As another reached down to try and grab Kim, she jumped and started to kick the robot’s head, but was hit by another Synthotron’s arm. Then Kim had the idea to try and get the robots to destroy one another. She got in between two of the Synthotrons and as they powered up their laser firing arms and approached, Kim prepared herself. Then just as they fired, Kim rolled out of the way. However, as she looked back, she noticed that the blasts suffered by the robots had done no damage what so ever.

Meanwhile, Ron was not having the best of luck either. At first Ron kept trying to dodge every blast and hit the robots threw, but he was quickly running out of steam. He decided it was time to go on the offensive. Ron ran towards one Synthotron, jumped, planted both feet on the chest of the robot, and then lunged back, expected the robot to fall over. But when Ron landed back on the ground, the Synthotron was quickly approaching with laser fire ready. Ron managed to duck out of the way, just in time to miss the blast. Well, almost, some of his mission clothes did get burnt a bit. Just as Ron had rolled away from one attack robot, another came at him with its laser saws going. Ron ducked down to the robot’s leg and then just as the saw grew close enough, he jumped out of the way and gave the robot a kick. However, as he looked back, there was still no damage on the robot.

This is the way the battle with the Synthotrons continued for the next few minutes. That was until Kim and Ron were thrown back into the center of the floor. As they slowly got up, Erik was standing there, cracking his knuckles and said, “My turn.”

Then Kim and Ron both started fighting Erik together. But this fight went about as bad as with the Synthotrons. Every punch, every kick, every more Kim and Ron tried on Erik was beaten. It seemed like Erik was always just one step ahead of the two of them. At one point, Erik managed to get a hold of both of Kim’s wrists in one of his hands.

“Well, Kimmie, looks like you’re still no match for me.”

Ron, filled with anger, went running to punch Erik, but instead Erik sent a kick right to Ron’s stomach. This sent him flying back against the wall.

“Ron,” Kim screamed.

“Oh please Kim, what did you see in that loser anyway.”

“DON’T CALL MY BOYFRIEND A LOSER!”

“Oh, did I cross the line Kim. Well, too bad. Just face it, all things considered you would have been better off with me.”

The anger Kim had flowing through her body was so great, that she managed to kick both her legs straight up and make complete contact with Erik’s face. This momentary distraction caused Erik to drop Kim. However, before Kim could do anything else, Erik’s head went back into place.

“Wrong move Kim.”

Then Erik pointed his gloved fist at Kim and fired a black plasma blast at her sending backwards. Luckily enough, Ron had managed to get back up in time to catch Kim. Though from the power of Erik’s blast, Ron did catch Kim but they both fell to the floor. As their backs were literally to the wall, Erik and the Synthotrons were moving towards them.

“To think, this is the Team Possible that Drew always had such hard time with,” Destra said aloud.

Ron looked at Kim in desperation and said, “What now.”

Kim quickly pulled the Kimmunicator out of her pocket and said, “Maybe Wade’ll have something up his sleeve.”

But before Kim managed to press any button on the device, a small tractor beam locked onto the Kimmunicator and pulled it up towards Destra. She was holding her hand held computer device as it brought the blue Kimmunicator to her.

“No, I’m sorry, I just can’t allow that.”

Destra connected a small cable from her device to the Kimmunicator, and then pressed a button on Kim’s device. A moment later, a computer voice announced, “File Sent.” With that Destra threw the Kimmunicator to the wall. It hit with such force that it smashed into tiny little piece, beyond all repair.

“Looks like you’ve had it,” Erik said with his own evil grin.

“Kim we’ve gotta do something,” Ron said to Kim as the evil machines neared.

“Ron, we’re outmatched. We need to regroup.”

“You mean?”

“Yes, we’ve gotta run.”

“You have nowhere left to run to Team Possible,” Destra exclaimed.

As Kim was looking up at Destra, she noticed the skylight in the ceiling of the warehouse.

“We may not have anywhere to run, but we can still fly. Hang on Ron.”

Ron put his arms around Kim’s waist and held on tight. Kim reached behind her back and pulled a ripcord on her backpack. The pack then ripped open releasing Kim’s blue and black jetpack. The jetpack roared to life and Kim and Ron went flying towards the skylight and then straight through the open window.

“FIRE,” Erik yelled.

Some of the Synthotrons raised their arms and began firing their lasers at Kim and Ron. Though some of the blasts came close, they did miss the two.

“After them,” Erik started to order, but before the Synthotrons started up, Destra called out, “No!”

“No,” Erik asked.

“No, they have lost and they know it. We’ve broken their spirit. They know there’s nothing they can do now to defeat us. Team Possible is no longer a threat no me.”

With that Destra pulled out a flyer advertising the Rocket Booster Day at the Middleton Space Center. As she looked at the paper she said, “Besides, we’ve got much bigger tasks at hand.”

To Be Continued…

Author’s Note: Well that ends episode two. Man, that seemed like a lot more work than the first one. Probably because this one I had to build up the drama some more, plus I had to put in the first bit of action. I hope I did a good enough job with the battle. Hopefully you can use your imagination to see what the battle probably would look like.

I hope you enjoyed reading the second episode, all thirty-eight pages of it. I’m sorry it took so long to get done. Part III should only take about a month to complete. Trust me, it will be worth the wait. Oh, but don’t worry, Team Possible isn’t out yet. You’ll just have to see how it all works in the conclusion of “The Next Level of Drama”.