Kim… Property?

By Futuramakid

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own KP, or anything else, for that matter.

On the road…

“You know,” Ronnie said, “tomorrow was supposed to be a new episode. What are they going to do without Kim in her universe?”

“You know,” Ashley said, “that is a good question. I was wondering the same thing myself. Like, if things happen when the episode’s produced, when it airs, or when it’s first shown.”

“Well, one way to find out,” Someguy said, “hey, Ron, your parents spring any big surprises on you, lately?”

“Yeah,” Ron said, “my sister. Why?”

“Ok,” Ronnie said, “that means it’s either things happen either when it’s first shown, or when it’s produced. That episode hasn’t aired yet, and was supposed to tomorrow.”

“Ok, weirded out here with the blocking of my life into episodes,” Kim said, “it makes it sound like I’m insane.”

Ronnie, Ashley, and Someguy laughed.

“Kim, our life is pretty episodic, now that I think about it,” Ron said, “I mean, tip off on the site, mission, high school problem, happy ending. Over and over.”

“Well, it’s still creepy,” Kim said.

“At least the end is ‘happy ending’, and not ‘thrilling cliffhanger’,” Ronnie volunteered.

“I’m gonna test a theory of mine now,” Ronnie whispered to Someguy, “I’m gonna sing the first verse of a musical number, and see if I’m correct that all cartoons have music reflexes.”

“Do you need a break from modern livin’?” Ronnie sang.

“Do you long to shed your weary load,” Kim sang back instinctively.

“Well if your nerves are raw,” Ron added.

“And your brain is fried,” Kim sang.

“Just grab a friend and take a ride,” Ronnie encouraged.

“Together upon the open road!” everyone sang at once.

“Ok, that was weird,” Kim said, “it was like… an instinct to sing.”

“So I was right!” Ronnie said.

“About what?” Ashley asked.

“All Disney cartoons have an instinctual sense for musical numbers! Sing it, Ron!”

“There's nothin' can upset me,

'Cause now we're on our way” Ron sang.

“Our trusty map will guide us straight and true,” Kim added.

Kim noticed Ron driving straight for a construction barrier.

“Ron, please look at the road now!
We must return someway,
Though we may be in traction when we do!” Kim sang.

“Me and friends, just chillin as we travel!

In a buddy-buddy kind of mode!” Ron sang, relaxed,

“When I see that highway, I could cry,”

“Ya know, that's funny
So could I,” Kim said, and Ron joined in for

“Just bein' out on the open road!”

“Every day another new adventure!” Ron sang.
“Every mile another new zip code!” Kim added.
“And the cares we had are gone for good,” Ron sang.

“And we wouldn’t leave, if we could!” Ronnie, Someguy, and Ashley sang.

“I've got no strings on me,” Ron sang.

“I'm feelin' fancy-free!” Kim added.

“How wonderful to be,” they all sang,

“ON THE OPEN ROAD!”

“We’re here,” Ron said.

“What was that?” said a young man of about Ronnie’s size walking towards the car. He had dark brown hair, grown out to his shoulders.

“I guess some of that old Disney magic rubbed off on us,” Someguy said, “now, there’s a seat open in the last row by Ashley. Climb in.”

The boy climbed in, and they drove off towards Alabama.

Kim… Property?

By Futuramakid

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own KP, or anything else, for that matter.

The next day…

“So, let me get this straight,” Cody said in disbelief, “you’re going from Houston to Washington on a road trip, with a CARTOON and some people you met yesterday, with a car rented by some people you met on the internet?”

“Yep,” Ronnie said.

“I love this plan! I’m glad to be a part of it!” Cody said.

“Awesome,” Ronnie said, and he hung up the phone.

“We’re set,” he announced to the group, “The van they’re sending should be here soon.”

“It was nice of the fans to arrange a rental car,” Kim said.

“Yeah,” Ron said.

“So, who wants to drive?” Ronnie asked.

“I’ll drive!” Kim said.

“KP, the reason you got your license was due to a SELF-DRIVING car, remember?” Ronnie said.

“I’ll drive, then,” Ron said.

“Well, technically, he has a license,” Someguy said.

“And he’s probably best qualified,” Ashley said.

“I call shotgun!” Kim said.

“Okay,” Ronnie said, “but that makes you the navigator too. That’s a big responsibility. You decide the route we take, all the stops, everything!”

“No big,” Kim said.

“Correction: WAY big,” Ron said, looking through a window at the vehicle arrive in the driveway. It was a huge black H2.

“Oh, my…” Kim said.

“I guess the combined money of the fans who donated to the PayPal account set up really adds up,” Ashley said.

Kim signed the papers, and the guy from the rental place left.

“Wait, wait… I have a FANSITE?” Ron said, “this is BADICAL!”

“Let’s see what we got in there,” Someguy said.

They walked out to check out the vehicle.

“Nice leather interior,” Someguy said.

“And 6 disc CD player,” Kim said, “spankin!”

“In car DVD,” Ashley noted, “they really went all-out with this!”

“One problem, guys,” Ronnie said, “when we get all 6 of us in, practically no luggage room.”

“Wait, rewind. 6?” Kim said, “I counted 5.”

“Well,” Ronnie said, “my best friend’s kinda dying to come with.”

“Well, where’s the luggage gonna go?” Ron said.

“One: You two don’t have any, two: we still have a little room in the back, and three: I have bags for top luggage,” Ronnie said.

“Fine, your friend can come,” Kim said, “but he better behave!”

“Oh, come on, KP! You think I hang out with people who don’t?” Ronnie said.

“Now,” Ashley said, “let’s load this sucker down!”

They were able to fit the overnight luggage in the back, and only had to put the stuff they’d need for D.C. up on top. Ronnie loaded the CD player with the Kim Possible soundtrack and other CD’s he thought they’d like, and made sure they brought the Kim Possible DVD’s he’d had for the drive. They piled into the car.

“Let’s get this show on the road!” Ron said.

“Nice charms on the mirror,” Kim said, noticing someone had strung some of the shows merchandise onto a hanging necklace.

“That’s not my work,” Ronnie said.

Kim noticed a note on the dash. She picked it up and read aloud, “Dear Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable: Thanks for all the enjoyment your lives bring us. We’ve pooled money to rent this for the trip to D.C. As is evident, no expense was spared.

Sincerely,

CaptainSergeStiles, dracko19, and the rest of the forums.”

“That is awesome!” Ron said, “not only do I have a website, I have a MESSAGE BOARD!”

“Ron,” Kim said, “the big thing here is people we don’t even know did this for us.”

“Remember, Kim,” Ashley said, “you don’t know them, but they know all about you.”

“True,” Kim said, “now, where first?”

“I told my friend I’d meet him at the Katy Mills Mall,” Ronnie said.

“Well, I guess that’s our first stop then,” Ron said. He put it into reverse, and backed out of the driveway.

“Washington or bust!” they all said as they drove off to pick up the next passenger.

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Kim… Property?

Ch. 5

By Futuramakid

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own KP, or anything else, for that matter.

“OK, so we know Jafar is a cartoon. Now, how do we PROVE it?” Someguy said.

“What’s more important to me is how we keep him from returning to the court,” Ron said.

“He’s right,” Ashley said, “Kim signed a legally binding contract, and if he gets back to the courthouse, we have no chance of getting her back. “

“Ok,” Ronnie said, “I think I know just how to stop him, but we’ll need a distraction. Any volunteers?”

“I’ll go,” Ron said, “that seems to be what I do best.”

“While you distract him, we’ll block the path to the courthouse with paint thinner,” Ronnie said.

“Paint thinner?” Someguy said, “just because it worked for Eddie Valiant doesn’t mean it still holds in the real world!”

“True,” Ronnie said, “but, seeing as the pencils seemed to hold to real-world lead properties, I’d assume the ink and paint does too.”

“That would make sense,” Ashley said.

“Ok, guys, let’s ROCK this joint!” Ronnie said.

Ronnie led the others into a Home Depot to get paint thinners while Ron rushed off to impede Jafar’s progress.

“Hey, Jafar!” Ron said, running up beside him, “I’ve decided life’s not worth living without Kim. Could you write me out one of those contract doohickeys?”

“Why do I need a buffoon when I already have the major player?” Jafar said. He pushed Ron out of the way.

Ron popped his neck side to side, and rushed up again.

“You know, I’m getting major stress vibes from you, you ever try Yoga? It’ll do wonders,” Ron said.

“Why are you following me?” Jafar asked.

“Oh, no reason,” Ron said, “but seriously, you are TENSE! You need to slow down every once in a while.”

He winked at Kim, who was walking by Jafar, because he knew they were approaching the spot the fans had laid the paint thinner. Kim took the cue and slowed down. Jafar, however, kept walking. He walked straight into the pile of paint thinner.

“What!?!?” he said, as he watched his lower body disappear.

“Don’t,” Ronnie said.

“Mess,” Ashley continued.

“With,” Someguy added.

“us,” Ron concluded.

“And now that the contract’s writer is dead, it is null and void,” Ron said.

“Oh, Ron!” Kim said, “you came to save me!”

She ran up to Ron and gave him a huge kiss.

“Now,” Ron said, “let me get you across this stuff. I’m wearing real-world rubber boots, the stuff won’t soak through those.” He picked her up in his arms and smiled sweetly at her.

“And how exactly were you planning to explain the disappearance of the lawyer, Hero-boy?” Kim asked.

“That,” Ronnie said, “is a good question.”

“Hadn’t thought of that,” Ron admitted.

“Well, how about we say he had urgent business?” Ashley suggested.

“More urgent than this?” Someguy said, “nah, let’s just say he disappeared. Let’s leave it at that.”

Meanwhile, at the court…

A man ran into the courtroom.

“I have orders to halt this case,” he began, “until its Supreme Court date.”

“Supreme Court?” McSpadden said, “how did it get there so quickly?”

“1000 different submitters for the case kinda helped,” the man said, “the hearing is next week.”

“Case dismissed,” McSpadden said.

Outside, Kim, Ron, and the rest were approaching the fans.

“KIM!” someone cried out.

Murmurs of relief spread through the crowd.

“Kim,” someone said, “you are going to Supreme Court!”

“What?” Kim and Someguy said at the same time.

“They received over 1000 petitions for writ of certiorari,” another fan said, “apparently that was enough for them. Your hearing’s in a week.”

The group sighed with relief. They knew without Jafar’s meddling as a lawyer, they could nail this case.

Later that day, a video was posted on YouTube, from a webcam. “Thank you,” Kim said on it, “all of you, for your support. Next week I’m going to Supreme Court, where we’ll argue my status, and I’d love for as many people as possible to be there. Thanks. What you did to get me there was SO the drama. And I won’t forget that soon.”

“So, Kim,” Ronnie said, “it’s a long way driving between Houston and DC. What do you wanna do in between?”

“Oh, see the sights, I guess. Whatever there is to do,” she said.

Kim… Property?

By Futuramakid

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own KP, or anything else her but the Mirror Universe KP crew.

“Court recess,” Judge McSpadden said.

Ronnie turned to Kim.

“Does it hurt?” Ronnie asked.

“No,” Kim said, “it just feels like he took the bones out from under my skin. It’s like my muscles have nothing to move.”

“Let’s get you to a fan artist,” Ronnie said, “they can lay in fresh lead. It’ll be as good as new.”

He led Kim out of the court room and into the crowd outside. Ron followed, worried about his girlfriend.

“Kim needs medical attention,” Ronnie said to Ashley, “the lawyer erased the pencils of her right arm. We need someone good to do the honors of laying in some new lead.”

At first, Ashley just stared at Kim’s arm.

“What… how…” she said, utterly amazed that anyone was inhuman enough to do that to an innocent girl.

“That little devil did WHAT!?!” the second in command said.

“Let me guess,” Ronnie said, “are you Force Commander Someguy?”

“Yes,” the man said, “but that’s not important now. We need to know- what’s the best place in this town to get good pencils?”

”Hobby Lobby always seems to have good pencils,” Ronnie volunteered.

“Good. We’ll get there, get a fanartist to volunteer, and have her back to the courthouse before the trial’s back in session,” Force Commander said.

“Alright, people,” Ashley yelled at the crowd, having regained composure, “Kim Possible is coming through. She needs medical attention, fast. So if you would get out of our way as we lead her through, that’d be great.”

Concerned murmurs could be heard throughout the crowd as they moved. Ron, Ronnie, Ashley, and Someguy formed a protective semicircle in front of Kim. They cleared the crowd, and walked Kim to the Hobby Lobby.

“Okay,” Ronnie said, “we need money to get a good pencil.”

“Non-issue,” Ashley said. She handed him a ten dollar bill. “Get the best for our Kim.”

Ronnie ran in and to the back of the store.

“Can I help you?” a worker asked.

“Yes,” Ronnie said, “I need the best art pencil you have, and fast.”

“Here,” the man said, “ We only sell these in 5 packs. Wolff's Carbon pencils, 2B. That’ll be $8.77”

Ronnie handed him the cash, and ran out with the pencils. He handed Ashley the change and took out a pencil.

“Ok,” he said, “we need a good fanartist.”

“Well, I have no real idea who I that crowd is and isn’t good, and any of them probably would if it meant they got to work on Kim,” FCS said, “I guess we’ll have to choose the most artistic of us.”

“I’ll do it,” Ronnie said, “I learned from the model sheets.”

He took the pencil, and had Kim stand still. He carefully re-outlined from the shoulder to the elbow, trying to be as consistent with the paint line as he could.

“Ahh, Kim,” a familiar voice said, walking up, “I knew you’d be here.”

“What do you want?” Kim said, watching Saffier walk up.

“You repulsive gutless swine,” Ashley said, “you have the tenacity to Kim, and now you walk here as if nothing happened?”

Kim sat up. She walked up to the man and punched him in the face.

“Temper, temper, Kimmie-cub,” the man said, “why, you’re one of the two Disney heroines to have two parents. We wouldn’t want to take it down to one, would we?”

This was the last straw.

“I have HAD enough of YOU!” Kim said, “you may look like a British nobleman, but you’re the devil in disguise.”

“And you, my little flower, are a diamond in the rough,” Lewis said.

“I know who you are now!” Ronnie said, “You’re Jafar!”

“Yes,” Jafar said, “I got here in a similar manner as Kim, albeit a much longer time ago. Possesing the phenomenal cosmic powers of a genie enabled me to hide, once I got some worthless lout to free me. And we genies don’t die. I’ve hidden in companies a long time now. Perhaps you’ll recognize my last alias: Michael Eisner!”

“But now we know! We can tell the world!” Ronnie said.

“Who would believe you?” Jafar said, “I am in a perfectly human body, after all.”

“But then, why didn’t you just control her?” Ashley asked.

“The lout was smart enough to wish I had no power once free before he freed me,” Jafar explained, “this is just the elementary skills I used to disguise myself before. Now, Kim, I have a proposition for you,” he began, holding out a sheet of paper “you sign to stay here and do 3 shows a day, I drop this case, and you get whatever you want. It could be your big chance!”

“Or,” he said in a lower voice, where only Kim could hear, “you can kiss your world goodbye.”

Kim reluctantly reached out to sign.

“Kim!” Ron said, startling her enough so she froze.

“Why are you doing this?” Ron said, “we could win this case!”

Kim thought, and decided it was better he didn’t know.

“Like he said, it could be my big chance,” Kim said. She held back tears.

“To do what, Kim?” Ron said, “To live life in a gilded cage and never make a difference again? Kim, as long as you’re free, wherever we are you can make a difference! We can change the world! Doesn’t that matter anymore?”

Kim signed the contract, letting out a single tear as she tried to keep from bawling.

“You don’t understand, but it’s better this way,” Kim said.

“I don’t know who you are,” Ron said, “but you’re not the Kim I knew, and you’re not the Kim I came here with. And you’re DEFINITELY not the Kim I loved.”

Jafar led Kim away to tell the court they’d made an out of court settlement.

“Hmm,” Ronnie said, “this reminds me of something…”

“LAPUTA!” he said, his face lit up.

“La puta? Isn’t that Latin?” Ron said.

“No, it’s Spanish, and I said Laputa, not la puta,” Ronnie said.

“What do you mean?” Ashley said.

“In Hayao Miyazaki’s Laputa: Castle in the Sky, the heroine, Sheeta, is coerced into entering a partnership to save the boy she loves, Pazu! Kim wouldn’t do that unless something big was at stake!” Ronnie said.

“Then all we need to do…” Ron began.

“Is figure out what!” Ashley finished.

“Ok, team, here’s what we should do,” Someguy began…

I'm collaborating with yes4possible at the RonStoppable.net boards on a comic based on her fanfic "Between Jobs". Here's the first 3 pages of script:

PAGE ONE

MAIN PANEL

Long shot, crowd. We see Shego, glancing nervously at a passing cop. wearing a sports coat over her normal clothes, wearing a blonde wig.

NARRATIVE CAPTION: Running. Yes, running. Not much to say about it. I’m on the run from the law, again.

INSET: Shego rounds a street corner.

NARRATIVE CAOTION: I’m in this little hole of a town called Mooseburg, with a hundred dollars from a failed robbery. Little Miss Prom Queen had to butt her nose in it.

PAGE 2:

Shego is passing an alley. A young girl who looked to be around 13 years old was being held against her will by 3 guys, all of whom looked to be a couple of years older, maybe 16 or 17 years old.

DIALOGUE:

GIRL: Please leave me alone, get off of me please

GOON 1: Don't fight it baby, you know you can't resist me baby.

Inset: Shego, alerted to the happenings. Eyes wide.

Girl (off panel): Please leave me alone!

Inset 2:

Shego, angry.

GOON 1 (off panel): Enough of this. Who do you think you are talking to?

PAGE 3:

Shot of the alley. Goons look at Shego, mostly shadowed, except 1 glowing hand and her chest.

SHEGO: I think she is talking to a creep who doesn't know he is not wanted.

NARRATIVE CAPTION (directly above title) Life... What can I say? This is my life. My story. What happens…

*TITLE: Between Jobs*