“Mommy!”
Kim groaned. “One of your daughters wants you.” murmured Shego, sleepily.
“They’re your daughters, too.” pointed out Kim, yawning.
“We ‘greed.” said Shego. “You’re mommy, I’m mom.”
The voice, which Kim recognized as Kasy’s, came again. “Mommy!”
Kim muttered under her breath and got up. She shrugged a pink flannel robe over the thin, sea green night gown she was wearing and went to see what Kasy wanted.
Shego grinned and prepared to go back to sleep, when a beeping startled her.
“I don’t believe this.” muttered Shego, reaching past Kim’s side of the bed to where the Kimmunicator sat, recharging.
“Shego here. This had better be important.” Shego said.
“Hope I didn’t disturb you two.” came the voice of Dr. Betty Director. “We’ve just picked up Monty Fisk.”
“Fisk... Fisk... Doesn’t ring a bell.” said Shego. “Try calling in the morning... when we’re awake.”
“Monty Fisk, a.k.a. Monkey Fist. A master of ‘monkey kung fu’, who has had himself genetically altered and attempted a variety of mystical rituals to gain power.” said Dr. Director. “He also happens to be the arch foe of...”
“Let me guess... Kim Possible.” said Shego. She shook her head. When she and Kim had been fighting, she had never realized how many enemies Kim had. If she’d known back then, Shego would have been jealous.
“Actually, Ron Stoppable.” said Dr. Director. She sat back in her chair and smirked as she heard Shego spluttering in surprise. “Apparently, Mr. Stoppable interfered with one of Monkey Fist’s first attempts to gain monkey power. Any way, with Team Possible back in action, I’m assigning you to cage the monkey. Coordinates being transmitted now.”
“Great.” grumbled Shego, putting the Kimmunicator down. “You know, the hours were a lot better when I was evil.” she muttered.
Kim walked in, to find Shego pulling on a green and black suit. “I just got Kasy back to sleep!” said Kim. “What’s up.”
“Global Justice just spotted some guy named Monkey Foot.” said Shego. She turned. “Zip me up?”
“You mean Monkey Fist?” said Kim, coming over and pulling the zipper tug up all the way. When Shego nodded, Kim asked. “Did you call Ron yet?”
“Oh yeah.” said Shego. “Got a shock when MONIQUE answered the phone.”
“Monique? I know she and Ron had been seeing each other a lot.” commented Kim, changing into her own mission outfit. “Hope they’re not moving too fast in their relationship.”
“Kim, I got you PREGNANT before our first date.” said Shego. “Somehow, I don’t think we’re in a position to complain. I dunno, Kim... First Ron has an arch-foe, and now he’s got a sleep-in girl friend. Are you sure this is the right universe?”
“Hey, Ron’s a lot more impressive than you give him credit for.” said Kim.
“Ok... Monique and Ron are coming over, Monique’s going to watch the kids.” said Shego. “You go fix us some breakfast, I’ll go warm up the Kimminator.”
“Why do I have to make breakfast?” grumbled Kim. “I’m not the one who does ‘the toaster trick’.”
“True, but you’re also not the one with a valid jet pilot’s license.” pointed out Shego.
Monique watched as the Kimminator took off. Kim and Shego had finally actually bought a house; probably the only three bedroom, two bathroom house in Middleton with a reinforced dojo and an oversized ‘helipad’ in the backyard (to accommodate the Kimminator in VTOL mode).
“Good luck, Ron... guys...” Monique whispered to herself.
“MOM-MIES!”
Monique sighed. Shego had taken off in full stealth mode... but apparently still not quietly enough. Monique went in to assure Kasy and Sheki that their mothers were going to be fine.
“Course locked in.” reported Shego, as she stepped out of the cockpit of the Kimminator. Kim and Ron were already sitting around a holographic projection of a very young teenage boy.
“Hey, Guys.” said Wade, yawning.
“They get you up, also?” asked Kim, sympathetically.
“Oh, yeah.” said Wade. “Probably since they don’t really consider Monkey Fist a big enough threat to devote an ‘adult’ agent.”
“I’d rather have you, anyway.” said Kim. “What’s up?”
Wade pressed some controls. The image of him shrunk, to allow a three-d image of a banana peel to appear.
“This is one of three mystic peels... supposedly, the three united had the magic to give someone total control over friction in his vicinity.” said Wade.
“You’re kidding, right?” said Shego. “I can’t believe we’re losing sleep over a guy who’s obsessed with monkeys, bananas, and Ron here.”
Wade frowned. “Shego, Monkey Fist is no joke. He’s already managed to steal one of these peels. If he gets all three, the power could be used for unspeakable...”
“Monkeyshines?” suggested Ron.
“Evil.” said Kim.
“Um, actually I was going to say monkeyshines.” admitted Wade. “The legends say that the three peels were originally created by a trickster god. Making people slip around, or trip. But Monkey Fist is still a criminal, and still needs to go down.”
“Fine. We take him down, we go back to bed.” said Shego.
“Good plan.” said Ron.
“After the three peels were taken from the trickster god, they were hidden in three temples.” said Wade.
The banana peel vanished, replaced by a holographic reproduction of a ruined temple.
“Monkey Fist was seen entering this ruined temple.” said Wade. “The image is based on multi-frequency satellite scans of the building. The banana is probably here...”. A yellow dot appeared in the display, near the top. “And Monkey Fist is here.”. A black dot appeared, surrounded by a few smaller dots. “He has his trained monkeys with him.”
“You ok with that, Ron?” asked Kim.
“Kim, if I can handle the idea of you and Shego, I can handle a bunch of monkeys.” said Ron, confidently.
“So we break in, take down his monkeys, then take Monkey Fist down also.” said Shego. “What’s the charge sheet on this guy, anyway?”
“Theft of archeological treasures mostly.” said Wade. “He did jeopardize a major space mission one time.”
“And turned me into a monkey.” said Kim. When Shego glanced at her, Kim said defensively. “I got better.”
Kigo’s voice came over the intercom. “Prepare for deployment. I’m over the temple sight now, but there’s no clear area large enough for me to land in.”
“Ok, people.” said Kim. “Time to drop in on Monkey Fist’s party.”
Armor panels on the underside of the Kimminator, designed to protect against extreme heat, slid back as the Kimminator hovered above the temple. Three high-tensile strength cords dropped from the Kimminator’s underbelly. Shego, Kim, and Ron checked each other’s harnesses before clipping onto the lines.
“Everyone ready?” Kim asked, over the multi-radio frequency headsets Global Justice had provided.
“Ready.” answered Shego.
“I’m ready, let’s go.” said Ron.
“Keep your pants on, Stoppable.” said Shego.
“Go!” said Kim, jumping through the hatch. An automated speed-brake, built into her harness, slowed her down a bit... enough so that she didn’t have to worry about breaking bones, as long as she braced herself correctly.
Shego was down second, with Ron third. The trio unhooked from the cables and entered the temple.
“Soon, the second peel of the puzzle shall be mine...” gloated Monkey Fist.
“Not so fast!” shouted Kim Possible.
“Ah. Kim Possible.” said Monkey Fist, turning. “And you’ve brought the Monkey Master pretender with you.”
“What did he call me?” demanded Shego.
“Me, Shego.” said Ron. “I kinda got some of his monkey master mojo and he’s still tweaked about it.”
Kim glared at Monkey Fist. “As a duly authorized Global Justice agent, I’m placing you under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to an attorney. Any...”
“Well, this is new.” said Monkey Fist.
Shego sidled closer to Ron. “Um, he doesn’t fling poo or anything like that when he gets upset, does he?”
“Uh... no, nothing like that.” said Ron.
Kim finished reading the rights. “Now, are you going to come quietly, or option B?”
“For the sake of argument, what’s option B?” said Monkey Fist.
“Me.” said Shego, stepping forward. Her hand lit with glowing green flame.
“Oh, a light show? How amusing.” said Monkey Fist. “Monkey ninjas, attack!”
The monkey ninjas obediently swarmed toward the trio. Shego pressed her hands together… a wide blast of plasma erupted from her hands, producing a wall of heat that smashes into the monkeys. Frightened, they turned tail and run. Realizing his troops were abandoning him, the man who would be monkey decided that a strategic withdrawal was in order.
“Wait for me!” yelled Monkey Fist, running for his life.
Shego stepped after him and then staggered. Concerned, Kim rushed up and grabbed her. “Are you ok, Shego?” Kim asked, concern in her voice.
“I’m fine.” said Shego. “Just that little wide-angle attack took a lot out of me…”. Shego frowned. “What are you waiting for? After him, both of you!”
Kim glanced at Shego then obeyed, running in pursuit of Monkey Fist. Ron was right at her heels.
Shego sat on the ground, waiting for her body to recover from the powerful plasma-wave she had released.
Monkey Fist dashed out of the temple, running toward where his monkey minions were already piling into the back of a large off-road vehicle. He glanced up as a sudden shadow fell on both Monkey Fist and his vehicle.
An airplane, large enough to be a company jet but moving far too slowly, moved directly above Monkey Fist’s car. A blast of green plasma shot from the underside of one wing, punching a hole all the way through the engine of the off road vehicle. “It’s over!” shouted Kim, from where she had just exited the temple. “Surrender!”
Monkey Fist glanced around desperately. His defeat seemed inevitable…
“Kim!” cried Kigo, over Kim’s Kimmunicator. “I’m picking up small, fast moving objects… Coming in, to the northwest!”
Kim turned, staring. About twenty men were flying in, wearing jet packs. Most of them pulled out blaster rifles and began spraying fire at Kim and Ron. Kim and Ron retreated back to the entrance of the temple as Kigo was forced to back up. Without a human pilot onboard to authorize it, Kigo was unable to open fire on a living target.
Two of the rocket-pack wearing men swooped down and grabbed a startled Monkey Fist, lifting him into the air. The remaining goons kept firing suppressing fire as the group flew off.
Shego rushed to the entrance of the temple, having heard weapons being fired. “What’s going on?” she demanded.
“Some flying goons grabbed Monkey Fist and he got away.” said Kim.
“Don’t worry, Kim… we’ll get him next time. And he didn’t get the banana peel, at least.” said Ron.
“It’s weird…” said Kim. “Since when does Monkey Fist use flying HUMAN goons?”
“Maybe he decided that flying monkeys just opened up too many Wizard of Oz jokes?” suggested Ron.
“Ah, Lord Fisk. Welcome to my home.” said Senor Senior Sr, stepping out on the pad as the squad of flying WEE agents finished landing. “I hope your journey was agreeable?”
“Preferable to a prison cell, but only slightly.” said Monkey Fist. “While I appreciate the rescue, I can’t help wondering why… trying to recruit me into your little triumvite of terror?”
“Let’s just say you have something I want.” said Senor Senior Sr, walking up to put a hand on Monkey Fist’s shoulder. “But come, let me show you to your quarters.”
The squad of agents marched to their barracks. They knew they only had a brief respite before, accompanied by a new set of Dr. Drakken’s combat robots, they would be attacking a certain secret ninja school… to bring back a mystic sword.