At the centenial exibit of the 1903 world's fair, Kim Possible and a group of students from Middleton High were listening to Mr barkin read a report from his great-grandfather, Middleton's chief of police a hundred years ago, accuseing her ancesstress--Mimsie Possible--of pulling off “the crime of the century!”
“Don't worry KP,” Ron Stoppable offered. “The century was young, I'm sure somebody did worse.”
“Ron!” She snapped, glareing at her partner.
“What's the matter KP?” Asked Bonnie Rockwaller. “Not the history lesson you were expecting?”
“I need proof!” Kim demanded.
“It's right here in this display,” Barkin pointed out. “Here's a picture, taken by a young photographer named Wayne Load. As you can plainly see, Mimsie is holding the case the device was stored in. The schematics are clearly visable.”
“Wait a minute, the case is empty.If she stole something, where is it?”
“Great grandpappy's report says that witnesses reported a man with her. Obviously she passed it on to him. It was never recovered and Mim Possible was never brought to trail for lack of evidence. She left town and was never heard from again,” he paused and continued with a dismissive tone. “Officer Stoppable thought the device was still on the fairgrounds, but of course he never found it dispite searching for weeks.”
“Gee, too bad Kim, I feel so sorry for you,” Bonnie said, strikeing an arrogant pose. “Maybe you should move away. You know, go someplace where no one knows the shameof the Possible family?”
Kim Possible clentched her fists, but instead of hitting her rival, she turned back to the display, gazeing at the “cabinet photo” of Mim Possible and John Stoppable who were posed in front of a painted backdrop of the fair.
“What really happend that night?” She whispered.
Middleton High School, Next Day:
“But that was a hundred years ago, Kim,” Wade Load was saying from her locker-mounted computer. “what diffrence does it make?”
“Stealing runs in her family.” Bonnie told her two friends as they walked by. “I alway knew that all her best cheerleading moves were stolen, from me.”
“OK, I get it.” Wade sighed. “I'll look through my great-great granduncles pictures and talk to him tonight.”
“Cool!” Cried Ron. “Wade's going to hold a seance!”
“Nothing so radical, Ron. He's still alive.”
“What are the chances of that?” Kim asked of no one.
“He was only ten when the fair opened. He was an eye witness to the crime.”
“Thanks Wade, that'll be a big help,”
“I have something else that might cheer you up, Kim. We got a hit on the site, some scientists at a secret lab want your help. I'll patch them through.”
“If you please.”
“The item was our highest priority project,” the bearded scientist began when they appiered on the monitor.
“The fate of the world rests on it's safe return,” added the bald scientist.
“So what is it?” Kim asked.
“Um, we can't tell you.”
“Come on, I can keep a secret,” Ron told the.
“Since when?” Kim muttered.
“OK, shecan keep a secret,” he admitted.
“No!” Insisted the bald man. “In the wrong hands, this can create a black hole the size of NEVADA!”
“The Pan Dimentional Vortex Inducer,” Team Possible said.
“How did you know?”
“Last year,” Kim said.
“Professor Dementor,” Ron told them.
“Las Vegas.”
“Almost went black hole.”
“Saved the world,” they concluded.
“Well, it's been stolen again.”
“Oh man! A re-run!”
“Too much TV Ron. Can you give me a view of the crime scene, please?” The camera panned around the room, revieling a very familior style of damage and claw markson the safe. “Wait, zoom in there.”
“Ooo, Shego!” Rufus growled from Ron's shoulder.
“Could she beany more obvilous?” Kim sighed.
“Maybe tooobvious,” Ron pondered. “KP! It's a trap! Unless Drakken wants us to thinkit's a trap, so if we fall for it, he'llbe the one who's trapped!”
“Wade, you have an IQ of 180, does that make sence to you?”
“Sorry Kim,” Wade shrugged. “You're on your own! But I do have a report of a UFO landing near the Conners building in Upperton and I'm reading a faint energy signature there that is a lot like the Pan dimentional Vortex Inducer. That may be where Shego took it.”
“Then we're there. Let's go Ron, we can catch the bus this time.”
Conners Building, Upperton:
Dr Drakken was makeing adjustments to his laser cannon and a cable TV box, polishing the PDVI before fitting it into the cannon. He then happily set the device to his satisfaction, talking to Shego.
“This will be my greatest invention yet! With the Pan Dimentional Vortex Inducer and the propper modifications, I will be able to open up a whole world of possibilitys! Isn't that wonderful, shego?”
“Yeah, I'm so excited I can't stand it,” she replied, looking through the cable guide. “Oh look, Evil Eye For The Bad Guy is on tonight!”
“Can't you show a littlesupportive enthusiasm?”
“Woo hoo. Extra ‘hoo’. OK, tell me why I had to boost this Pan-Can thing again and what it has to do with us finnalygetting cable?”
“Quite simple, really,” Dr D began. “The Vortex Inducer creates holes in the dimentional space and when combined with a laser cannon, can be used to project objects through the dimentions to reappier where ever the operator wants. But I have gone a giant step forward! By connecting the PDVI to a simple cable box, I can project us into any scene that is shown on TV!”
“So what? Are you planning to join Goldfingerin his raid on Fort Knox?”
“Hmmm, well that idea doeshave possibilitys, but I have another plan. I intend to tune into The Historical Network and enter old newsreels and photographs. We can then steal treasures and devices from the past 150 years! Ha ha ha! Look!” He cried, turning on the TV. “They are showing a special on the Tri-City World's Fair! I had an ancesstor who had stolen a great device displayed at the fair! wouldn't it be a treat to go back and see him in action?”
As Drakken mad some adjustments to his time machine, shego thought she heard a noise from the doorway.
“Drakken with a time machine?” Ron hissed. “We can't let that happen.”
“We're not, Ron. Time to rock and roll! Give it up and no one gets hurt!” Kim yelled, chargeing into the room and braceing herself for the anticipated counter-attack by Shego.
“Agh! Kim Possible and … Don Stoppable?”
“Close, dude,” Ron sighed, letting it go this time.
“Well who ever you are you're anoying! SHEGO!”
The fight went like everyone expected; the four paired off as usual, Shego and Kim going at it while Ron went for Drakken, attempting to get to his machine and wreck it before it's activated. Ron was surprised that Dr Drakken fought better than he normaly did, but a “Steel Toe Stomp” put the villian on the defencive.
Shego, on the other hand was rather puzzled by the tactics of her opponant. Kim was niether attacking NOR defending, but instead was simply avoiding Shego's kicks, punches and plasma blasts. Shego couldn't figure out what she was up to, but thought it was to distract her from a knock-out blow. Back flipping out of reach, Kim lept on an office chair and rode it towards the older woman. Shego stepped aside and fired up her right hand, ready to retaliate. Kim however, lept off the chair to let it continue toward the black-haired woman while the redhead sommersaulted over to the time machine! KP Grabbed the activateing lever and pulled it. The TV glowed unnaturaly and the laser shot at the screen. Everyone stopped what they were doing and watched as Kim returned their stunned expressions with one that was familior in the crime world. It said: “so long, suckers!”
She seemed to fade and melt, getting “sucked” into the cannon. With a final bright blast, Kim Possible was projected into the TV which then clicked off!
“KIM!” Ron screamed. He grabbed the villian by the collar. “What did you do to her? Bring her back!”
He was pulled away by Shego, who raised a flaming fist in warning.
“Just watch yourself, sidekick. Kimmie's not here to protect you.”
“Thank you, Shego,” Dr D said, brushing off his lab coat. “Now that Kim Possible is URK!”
“To quote Stoppable,” The green woman snarled, her hands full of his collar. “What did you do to her?”
“Now Shego … (gasp!) She must be in the past! The TV was showing the 1903 World's Fair when they attacked! What's the big deal?”
“Bring her back!” Ron yelled, but shego turned a warning look at him.
“Look Dr D,” shego began, trying to remain calm. “I may not know about all that scientific junk like you, but I've seen enough science fiction movies to know that messing around in the past is bad news! And I don't like the idea of Kimmie running around back then, it could be dangerous. For ALL of us,” she added.
“Nonsence,” The blue man said dismissivly when he was released. “What could go wrong? Look around; everthing is just like it was before. My office, the laser cannon, my portable lab, nothing is diffrent! Except now we don't have Kim Possible to bother us any more!” He added with a chuckle.
Ron Stoppable was about to leap onto the mad scientist and beat him to a pulp when the door opened and a modestly-dressed blond wearing glasses came in.
“Mr. Lipski,” She said, holding out a stack of paper. “I need your signature on these purchase orders.”
Stunned, Drakken signed the documents. The secretary pointed out a paragraph to be initialed and then left her boss with a report on his ice creambusiness.
Shego and Ron looked through the door and exchanged bewildered looks. Outside where there was once a half-abandoned office building was now a bustling place of business!