Kim… Property?

By Futuramakid

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

Later that day…

It was getting late in the day, and nerves were getting tense. Ronnie popped A Sitch in Time into the DVD player. It started.

“Ronnie, are you sure this is a good idea?” Ashley whispered.

“What?” Ronnie said, “they’ve done it already.”

“Yes,” Ashley said, “but THEY don’t know that.”

“What are you two going on about?” Ron asked.

“Nothing,” Ronnie said. He noticed where the DVD was getting to. The dialogue came over the speakers.

“For sale?”

“So sorry. There's been a terrible mistake here.”

“Oh, whew. Because I thought that maybe...”

"Sold"?

"Sold"?

“Sold.”

“I don’t remember that ever happening,” Kim said.

“Well,” Ronnie said, “that’s because it didn’t. This movie has time travel. It’s an account of the changes made to the space-time continuum through a time traveling monkey idol.”

“Ok,” Kim said, “why do I not remember this, then?”

“In the end, the idol was destroyed and all changes to the space-time continuum were reverted to their original state,” Ronnie explained, “Thus, you have no memory of the event, save for the one thing strong enough to stick to Ron’s mind afterwards, the fact that he HATES meatcakes.”

“You bet I do! What’s a meatcake?” Ron said.

“Norwegian food,” Ronnie said.

“Norway? What changed anyway?” Kim said.

“Shego went back in time, invested right, sold, opened a bank, hired Ron’s mom, transferred her job to Norway, and split you two up,” Ronnie explained, “Without Ron, you failed miserably, and it all led to a dystopian future with a totalitarian government run by Shego.”

“But, that’s not gonna happen, right?” Ron said.

“Exactly,” Ronnie said, “when the tempus simia was destroyed, the timeline resumed proper order.”

“You know,” Ron said, “that explains something!”

“What?” Someguy asked.

“When my parents sprung the surprise of Hana on me, I had déjà vu. Like they’d sprung something that big before. I must have had some trace of that still in my mind,” Ron said.

“Well, I think it’s time to stop for the night,” Ashley said, noting the time, “where are we?”

“Looks like we’re on this dot… It’s called Possumneck, Mississippi…” Kim said.

“Sounds promising,” Ron said.

“Compared to what?” Cody’s voice came.

“Well,” Ronnie said, “looks like the best this tiny town has is the Southern Comfort hotel up ahead.”

“Can’t be that bad,” Someguy said.

“I myself have NEVER stayed in Mississippi without SOMETHING going wrong,” Ronnie said, “I hope this breaks my losing streak here.”

They pulled up in front of it. It was a 3 story hotel. It was, judging by the architecture, hand built, and had a peeling red paint job.

“Well, let’s unload the overnight bags and check in,” Ronnie said.

They all exited the car and grabbed their overnight luggage. They entered through the wooden doors up front. Ashley approached the front desk. Behind it stood an aged southern belle, with red hair in a bun.

“How many of yous are there?” she said in a southern drawl.

“Six,” Ashley said.

“Well, you could either git our Pres’ydential suite, or two of our suite rooms. Both cost the same, it’s a matter of preference,” the woman said.

“Well,” Ashley said, reading the woman’s nametag, “I think we’ll take the presidential suite, Becky.”

“Would ya’ll like some help with yer luggage?” Becky offered, “Ah could get the bellhop.”

“Oh, no,” Ashley said, “no trouble.”

“Suit yerself,” Becky said, handing Ashley the keys, “it’s room 308. Y’all enjoy yer stay now, y’hear?”

Ashley walked over to the group.

“We’re on the third floor, the presidential suite,” she informed them, “but that means 3 flights of stairs.”

“We can take it,” Kim said.

“Ron, it’ll be your honor to carry the girls luggage,” Cody joked.

“And then it will be my honor to collapse in a heap,” Ron said.

They all laughed, and started up the stairs toward the suite.