Rysha: Chapter 6 is like itty bitty. And chapter 7 is like HUMUNGO!!!!!
Rin: sticks my tongue out It was a good place to stop, so… I stopped! Then wrote more…and more…and more…
Rysha: You shouldn’t stick your tongue out unless you intend to use it.
Rin: sticks my tongue out more and batts my eyelashes
Rysha: eyebrow twitches … forget I said anything at all… turns and starts to walk away
Rin: jumps on Rysha’s back Gimme some lovin!!!!!!
Rysha: growls and grabs Rin’s shirt throwing her into a wall Bad Rin, no touchie!
Rin: lands with a thud Okay, if I’m going to get the crap kicked out of me, I would prefer to do it in private, soo… Read on and review!!!!!! Runs back to Rysha Okay, so ur into pain, I can deal with that! COME BACK!!!!!!!!!
Rysha: flies up 7 feet watching Rin jump up and down beneath her There is no us. There is no private time. Here, entertain yourself with this. Throws Rin a beachball
Rin: oooh, pwetty…
And into chaos.
“KIM! GRAB IT!” screamed Mrs. Possible.
“DUCK!” yelled the tweebs.
“RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!” Ron was in hysterics.
“Ron?! What are you doing here?!” Ron was running around the room, noticing Kim he ran a beeline for her.
Something exploded into the walls. The ceiling shook and Ron dove under a table. The house was in uproar and everything was trashed. Broken pieces of now unidentifiable objects littered the floor. There were holes in the wall. And try as she might, Kim Possible couldn’t see what was attacking her home.
Diving for a chair, Kim hissed at Ron. “What the hell is going on here?!”
“It won’t calm down! It’s hopping around and we can’t see it to make it stop!”
Just then, with his perfect timing, Mr. Possible walked in. The moment the door opened, the thing was out the door. The only way they knew that was because of the impregnable silence that filled the room.
“No!” Jim and Tim ran for the door. Their shoulders slumped upon seeing no evidence of their creation.
“Well, back to the drawing board…” one said.
“Tweebs!” Kim yelled. “What was that?!”
“Norkie of course,” Jim said.
“What’d you think it was?” Tim added.
“Norkie?” Kim looked bewildered.
“The A.I. Gee, are you ever thick headed today…” they said in unison.
Kim growled. “Well who knows with you two…”
Mr. Possible broke out of his shocked trance. When he did, the first thing he noticed was that his house was wrecked. Kim could have sworn she saw a thundercloud appear over her father’s head.
“KIDS!!!” he roared.
Kim pointed at the tweebs. The tweebs pointed at Kim.
“I didn’t do it!” all three protested at once.
Thankfully Mrs. Possible took this time to enter the conversation. “Calm down, honey, it wasn’t really their fault. It was Norkie,” she said simply with a small smile.
“What the hell is Norkie?” Mr. Possible gritted out between clenched teeth.
“Jim and Tim’s science project. That fur ball that’s been running around the house for days.” Mrs. Possible sighed as she surveyed the room they were in. “Well, we have a lot of work to do tomorrow. Let’s get some sleep.” She gently steered Mr. Possible in the direction of their room. The tweebs suddenly disappeared and Kim was left in the room with Ron.
“’Night Dr.’s P!” Ron yelled after them.
“Well that was interesting,” Kim stated matter of factly. “Okay, so what are you doing here again, Ron? Wasn’t there a reason we dropped you off at your house?”
“Ah… well, it’s like this KP…” he started, his hand rubbing the back of his neck.
Kim immediately felt a shiver down her spine. No…
“I need to tell you something… I like-”
“Ahem! Er… I REALLY need to get some sleep Ron. I’ll talk to you tomorrow!” And Kim disappeared practically in a puff of smoke. Ron didn’t even know she could move that fast. Ron got a perplexed look on his face, muttered something and left the Possible residence.
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