Dear potential reader:

The characters shown in this story are not mine, they belong to the Disney Corporation, who have apparently decided to shelve them and not make further use of them. This story is not intended to generate profit; merely entertainment.

This tale is a sequel to my earlier story, "What Follows the Monkey", if you have not read that tale already, this one is going to be confusing. Please take a few minutes, if you haven't already, to read said story.

That said, please enjoy:

"So that's the situation," Wade told his friends. Kim and Ron were sitting in the Possibles' den and the young genius's image was on the television. "Fiske is currently on an airliner to Calcutta. He's still weak from having his heart stopped, but he'll make a full recovery fairly quickly. I'm monitoring security and other cameras and will do my best to track his movements. Duff has currently been moved to a private hospital room. He has several broken ribs, but is also expected to make a complete recovery."

"Fiske swearing revenge concerns me," Kim stated. "He has nothing to gain by it, which means he isn't thinking, he just wants to do something. Usually, when someone wants to just do something, they do something violent and foolish."

"Like I said, I'll monitor him as best I can, but even facial recognition software and a whole lot of cameras can only go so far. When he leaves Calcutta, he may go into more wilderness areas where I won't have cameras to track him."

"How about the monkey spirit?" Kim asked him. "I don't like the idea of something that powerful wandering around. You saw what happened to Duff and he's an incredibly tough customer. That thing could do more harm just pursuing Fiske than most of the super-villains could do with their plans."

"So what is there to do now?" Ron asked.

"I'm still researching the creature," Wade told them. "There has to be a loophole based on the fact that it can't break through a wall. It's that fact that any doorway, or point where a primate has passed through during construction can be forced that has me stymied. I'll keep working on the riddle."

"In the meantime, you have lives to live," Wade continued. "You have the end of the semester coming up, the other bad guys are still out there doing bad things and if I got yesterday's news correct, you have another cheer competition coming up in a couple of months."

"Don't remind me," Kim groaned. "We need a new cheer routine and Ron needs a new mascot routine."

"Speaking of routines," Ron spoke up. "Do you have another kicking one from your translations I could use?"

"The only ceremonial katas long enough to be used for the mascot routine might have some nasty side effects," Wade told him. "I haven't completely translated what they are, so I don't dare give them to you."

"We're just going to have to come up with something, ourselves," Kim decided.

"Why don't you start by taking a day off?" Wade suggested. "You've been pretty much on the run for quite some time. Take it easy today and get after it on Monday."

"Sounds good to me," Kim said. "I think Ron needs to spend some quality time with his girlfriend."

"She's spending time with family today," Ron shrugged. "And we got to hang out a little yesterday. I think I need to do a little homework and spend some time bashing some zombies. I think Kim is the one who needs to spend some couple time. Catch you later."

Kim waved at Ron as he headed towards the front door. She was already thinking of routines for the squad and thinking just a little bit about what she could do with Ron for the mascot routine. Rising and stretching, she wandered up to her room to see what was available on the public domain, and what modifications she could make to produce a winner.

As soon as Ron got home, he called Wade.

"What's up, Ron?" Wade, still shook up over Fiske's threats, welcomed a conversation with his friend.

"Got a favor to ask," Ron told him. "I've pretty much got the two ceremonial routines down and I love them. I know that you don't want to release another of the long routines, but do you have another short one for me?"

"Are you sure you should be doing this?" Wade asked. "We haven't noticed any ill effects and as far as my translations say, there shouldn't be any...but my translations aren't completely accurate."

"I'm sure, buddy," Ron told him. "Ask Kim and her Sensei. I'm getting better because of the ones you've already given me. If memory serves, didn't you say you had several that were supposed to be some sort of general benefit...you know, make someone stronger or more agile? One of them can't hurt, can it?"

"I don't think so," Wade admitted. "But why take the chance?"

"I can do better for KP," Ron insisted, now completely serious. "Wade, I don't like the idea of letting her down on a mission. She's been carrying me but maybe it's time for me to pull my own weight."

Wade hesitated.

"Wade, if she gets hurt on a mission, I want to know that I did my best for her. How will you feel if you kept me from doing my best for her?"

Wade suddenly thought of the threats Fiske had leveled.

"I've got another one that is supposed to promote endurance and agility," he told Ron. "I'll send it to you right now. Let me know if anything unusual happens."

"You got it buddy, and thanks."

Suddenly, an alert showed up on one of Wade's screens.

"Incoming mission!" Wade told Ron. "Motor Ed is stealing the world's largest wrecking ball."

"What's his plan?" Ron asked.

"I don't have it yet," Wade admitted. "But if it's Ed, it can't be good. Can you head to Kim's house? I'll have a ride heading there while I brief her."

"Y'know, it's just Ed," Ron grumbled, looking at the new ceremonial routine playing on his screen. It looked appealing.

"What was that?" Wade asked.

"Nothing!" Ron shook his head. "I'm on my way!"

With that, Ron quickly changed into his mission gear and grabbed his bag. Giving the screen one last, wistful look, he rushed to his friend's house. He showed up just as a van arrived.

"Ed's back in New Jersey," Kim told him, jumping into the van. "This van will carry us to the airport and we'll catch a flight there. Anyway, it looks like he also stole some rocket motors and he's trying to attach them to the wrecking ball."

"He's what?"

"I didn't believe it either," Kim told him. "Wade doesn't have any idea what he's trying to do, so we're going to have to play it by ear."

The van took them to the airport, where they squeezed into a very small jet. There was no pilot.

"Just relax, guys," Wade's voice sounded. "I have complete control. To the two teens' horrified amazement, the jet taxied onto the runway and launched into the air.

"We're going to be flying at close to mach 2," Wade reported. "So you'll be landing within two hours."

There wasn't much relaxation on the trip, as Kim and Ron simply couldn't get comfortable knowing that there was nobody at the controls...locally. Instead, they struggled in the cramped quarters to put on their parachutes.

"I've got a camera on Ed right now," Wade reported. "He's using bolts and screws to connect rocket motors to the wrecking ball, but he has a sophisticated, gyroscopic guidance system on it. It might not be efficient, but that wrecking ball is going to hit what he wants it to. At that speed it could destroy major bridges, ships...almost anything."

"It doesn't seem like him," Kim mused. "But then again, almost nothing is like him."

"You won't have much time once you get to his location," Wade told them. "I won't be able to land you, so you're going to have to..."

"Don't say it," Ron begged.

"Free fall," Wade told them.

"I asked you not to say it," Ron grumbled.

"Anyway, he's on the beach right now, so I'm trying to find potential targets. I can't find anything in range with any connection to him. It's a mystery."

"We'll just have to deal with him when we get there," Kim said, in a determined voice.

"And that will be in another twenty," Wade told her. "Get ready."

At the aforementioned time, the jet suddenly nosed up and powered down, slowing just enough and for just long enough for the two teens to jump. Much to Kim's surprise, Ron didn't shriek in terror and pull his ripcord right away. He didn't hold out for the last moment, but he wasn't opening his canopy at the first opportunity, either. Soon, they were on the beach.

"Seriously, what's going on?" Motor Ed's voice could be heard. "What are skydivers doing here? We're about to fire some serious rockets!"

Kim spotted the big blonde man, accompanied by four of his gearheads, clustered around a small group of ATVs. The vehicles were running and had cables connected to what appeared to be a control panel. Farther down the beach, near the shoreline, a massive steel sphere was suspended on what appeared to be a half-dozen booster rockets.

"Whoa, it's Red, seriously!" Ed shouted. "Stop her! She'll mess up the launch!"

Kim rushed at the group of charging mullets while Ed furiously connected additional wires to his control panel. She lashed out with a front kick, before her target could swing a crescent wrench at her. The man went down but three more closed in on her, one on each side and one from the front. A quick glance to her left told her that Ron had caught up and would occupy that opponent for at least a minute or two. She both diverted and dodged the stab of a screwdriver that the man on her right had thrust at her and kicked the socket wrench out of the hand of the man in front of her. She elbowed the man with the screwdriver in his chin, making him stagger back. By this time, the man who had just been disarmed (diswrenched?) charged her.

She couldn't avoid the charge, but she got her hands up and on the mans chest and got her feet planted on his stomach as he overbore her onto her back. She kept them tumbling and wound up on top of him, planting a quick, double-punch to his face and rendering him comatose. She jumped to her feet, noting that Ron had is opponent down, and turned her attention to the man who had tried to stab her with the screwdriver. Three quick, running steps put her close enough to first kick the man in the belly then knee him in the jaw as he crumpled. Looking around, she saw the first man lumber to his feet, crescent wrench in hand, only to drop again when Ron's foot caught him on the side of the head. She smiled for a moment, pleased with how quickly they had eliminated the four tough men. Then reality imposed.

"Ed!" She yelled at Ron. "We have to stop him!"

"Too late, Red, seriously!" He shouted in triumph. Kim sprinted and tackled him away from the control panel, freeing Ron to interrupt the launch. A low rumble told her she was too late.

"It's firing," Ron yelled, confirming her fears. "There's no way to stop it!"

"Told you Red, seriously!" Ed crowed and threw her off of him. He lurched away, only to have Ron tackle him. The big blonde man wound up with a mouthful of sand.

Nearer the shore, the huge steel sphere blasted into the sky.

"What's the target?" Kim demanded, putting her foot on the back of the Ed's neck.

"Urk, phlep, ptoo!" Ed replied, spitting sand out of his mouth.

"Wade, we couldn't stop the launch!" Kim gasped into the Kimmunicator. "Can you track it?"

"Working now," Wade's voice replied.

"It's not going anywhere, seriou...ptoo...seriously!" Ed managed to spit out, through the sand still in his mouth. "Just into the ocean."

"Not even you are enough of an idiot to go through all this effort just to put a wrecking ball into the ocean!"

"Kim, it's just going into the ocean!" Wade reported. "It's going almost straight up, with a slight arc to the east. It will fall into the ocean just a few hundred yards from shore!"

"What's the point!" Kim demanded of Ed. "Are you trying to flood a port, wash out some resort, swamp a ship? Why did you do this?"

"Nothin' like that, seriously!" Ed protested. "All I wanna do is..."

"Kim, the wrecking ball won't displace enough water to damage any structures or watercraft," Wade told her. "Here it comes! Impact it five...four...three...two...one..."

"Check it out, seriously!" Ed lurched out of Ron's grip and jumped to his feet. He made no move to flee or to fight, just stared at the massive wrecking ball as hit hammered into the ocean.

"Gnarly!" He exulted, jumping up and down. "Seriously gnarly! I got it all on camera."

"What is this?" Kim demanded. "You stole a wrecking ball, solid fuel rocket boosters and a guidance and stabilization system, just to drop the wrecking ball into the ocean?"

"It was more than that, Red, seriously!" Ed protested, still staring in rapt attention at the column of water still extending into the sky. "I was seriously creating the world's biggest bloop and recording it on camera."

"What!" At that moment, Frugal Lucre could have beaten Kim, she was incapable of movement.

"This is my legacy, seriously," Ed actually had a tear in his eye as he watched the water pillar fall back into the ocean. "The largest man-made splash ever, seriously."

"We spent two hours in a cramped jet," Kim snarled, her voice growing louder as she spoke, closing on Ed with a dangerous look in her eye. "Did a free-fall and now we're looking at a two hour flight back, just because you had to make a big splash?"

"A bloop," Ed corrected her.

"Seriously?" She asked.

"Seriously!" He confirmed.

Her fist came up, ready to deck the idiot but she somehow managed to restrain herself. Sirens now sounded and police started to pour into the area. Even though nobody was injured and no property had been damaged, the rockets and wrecking ball were valuable, so Ed and his gearheads were going to be seeing some...serious...prison time.

"One of the policemen will give you a ride to the nearest airstrip," Wade told her. "The jet is ready for your return trip. I'll let you parachute home and save a few minutes. It's still going to turn into a late night."

"All for a big splash," Kim shook her head.

"You have to admit, KP," Ron told her, as they climbed into the back of a police car. "It was pretty cool."

"You should have seen it from my angle," Wade chimed in. "I had a camera on top of a billboard; the view was awesome!"

Kim just shook her head.

Males!

"You two look tired," Tara commented to Kim and Ron when she met them by Kim's locker. Kim's eyelids were dropping just a bit but Ron had dark circles under his.

"Mission to the East Coast yesterday," Kim explained. "Took us until kind of late."

"And I had a little work to do when we got back," Ron added.

"I thought you had your homework done yesterday morning," Tara looked at her boyfriend. "That's what you told me!"

"It was kind of personal," Ron told her. "But I finished it in the end. How was your day?"

"Well, my grandparents are going to be here for Thanksgiving," she told him. "And they'd like to meet my boyfriend while they're here."

"I'd like to stay with the 'rents on the day," Ron told her. "But maybe Friday?"

"That would be perfect," Tara told him. "The gym is going to be open that day and I'd like to bounce an idea for the new mascot routine off of you."

"How about me?" Kim asked, her eyes narrowed just a bit.

"I'd like to see if we can make something work, then let you see what you think about it," Tara told the captain, a touch of irritation in her voice.

"Oh, that's nice of you," Kim admitted. "Sorry if I harshed, I'm a little tired."

"Rough mission?" Tara asked, her tone conveying that she accepted Kim's apology.

"Just a lot of travel," Kim shook her head. "That's the bad thing, it was easy and we didn't even need to be there."

"In fact, it was a bit of a blooper," Ron told his girlfriend. Kim suddenly glared at her friend.

"Seriously?" Tara asked.

"Seriously!" Ron confirmed.

Tara just watched, confused, as the redhead stalked down the hall talking to herself.

"Okay, everyone," Kim told the squad, when they assembled for practice after school. "I don't have to tell everyone that we won the region last week."

She was interrupted by a short round of cheers.

"I also don't have to tell everyone that this means we have to learn a new routine for the district competition in January."

The expressions of joy were a little more muted.

"I'm currently narrowing down the routines," Kim told them. "I'll have three for us to chose from by Wednesday, and the squad will vote on the routines. If we have a tie, Ron will be the tie-breaker."

The squad nodded, it made sense to them.

"So until we decide on the new routine, we're going to practice the old ones, to keep us limber, in shape, are ready to cheer for the holiday basketball tournament. Next week, we're going to have to work hard if we're going to win again."

The rest of the squad just nodded. They knew that they were going to have to work hard to win.

"Okay, first routine, from the top," Kim told them.

Ron worked on his own routines during the short week and ran through the cute little dual routine with Tara a couple of times, each night, after Kim released the rest of the squad. Since Tara and Ron were the last two working out, Tara couldn't catch her usual ride home with Bonnie. As a result, Ron walked her home all three cold nights. Ron was ready, and had a blanket with him. As the two blondes walked, they held the blanket around them, feeling close and warm.

Every night, Ron found that he couldn't relax and sleep until he had run through his three kata routines.

As was their custom, Kim and Ron hung with each other Thanksgiving evening. Ron was saddened to learn that Jim and Tim were disappointed with how little time he was spending at the Possible home lately. The two Dr.s Possible asked a few discrete questions and learned that Ron now had a girlfriend, just like Kim had a casual boyfriend. Anne Possible smiled, but the smile seemed a little sad. Still, the Possibles enjoyed their reunion, of a sort, with Ron.

Friday, Ron had to face the most frightening challenge that a teenage boy could face; the official meeting with not only his girlfriend's parents, but her grandparents as well. He had a bit of a break in that Tara answered the door and let him in. His girlfriend claimed one of his hands, led him into the living room and sat down next to him while he endured the interrogation. It wasn't as bad as he thought it would be, facing a villains who use death-rays, plasma and deadly martial arts tends to sort of numb one to verbal assaults. Tara's ancestors seemed to be half amused and half charmed to find out that their progeny had been on the same team as her boyfriend for over a year before starting to date.

The questioning came to a merciful end when Tara used the lead in of being on the squad to tell her gathered family that the two of them had to put in a bit of a workout at the gym. To the accompaniment of several 'nice to meet you's the two blondes left for the gym. Once there, the two went to the respective locker rooms, changed, then met to warm up. After that, Tara told Ron what she had in mind for the routine.

"I like it," Ron told her. "But don't you think it's a little bold?"

"That's the point of being a cheerleader," she told him. "Even if you're a shy person, you get to kick loose and be bold while you're performing. I know that the mascot routine is supposed to be for you, but would you like to try this?"

"I'd love it!" He told her. "So, to do that twirl, you cross arms, I kick over and pull you under my legs..."

The two cheerleaders went to work for the rest of the afternoon, practicing the dance steps and piecing them together. They were so looking forward to showing this off to the rest of the squad; and absolutely flooring any audience!

Lord Montgomery Fiske looked out of his Calcutta hotel room and sighed. It wasn't in his nature to simply sit and wait for an opponent to come to him; he was used to gathering his minions and going to meet such challenges in an aggressive manner. It wasn't like him to flee opponents. The fact that he couldn't stand against what was hunting him made him grind his teeth in frustration. Somebody would pay for this situation, actually three people; the cheerleader, the pretender and the egghead. Because of them, he was in exile.

Fiske took a few moments to be thankful for the internet. He took a few more moments to be thankful that he had possessed the foresight to store all of his research on a personal server, still functional back at his castle, which he could now access from a different continent. Before doing anything else, he called up the tracking program, which showed his best calculations for the spirit's current location. He estimated that his stalker would reach his location in another two weeks. After that, he wouldn't go to Sydney, like the loathsome Mr. Lode had suggested.

Passively waiting to be found did not sit well with Lorde Montgomery Fiske. He still had ideas, plans to gain enough power to face the monkey spirit. The Amulet of the Monkey King had been discovered and was now on display in a Chinese Museum. The fools had no idea what it was capable of. Once the spirit made its appearance here in Calcutta, Fiske would travel first to Taipei, where he would meet with a select group of his ninja monkeys. From there, it would be to Beijing, where he would access the extensive network of contacts and guides he had established throughout his career and visit this museum. Once he scouted the security, the amulet would be his!

Fiske wondered if the spirit would still pursue him once he became the Monkey King. After all, once he merged with the amulet, he would no longer be Montgomery Fiske; his very species would be different. Even if the spirit continued to pursue him, as the king of all monkeys, he would probably be able to order it to halt its attack, perhaps even order it to attack the three irritants in his life.

If all else failed, the sheer power of being the Monkey King would prove to be of tremendous benefit, once he managed to attune himself and gain mastery.

Fiske smiled. Revenge would be so much sweeter for all of the indignities he had suffered at the hands of the cheerleader, the pretender and their handler.

A/N: Big thanks go out to Joe Stoppinghem, for his beta reading. Comments and suggestions are always welcome...flames included.

Just to let everyone know, I'm altering the order of the episodes. While Kim and Ron know Motor Ed in this arc, Felix has not yet arrived in Middleton.