My standard KP disclaimer:

I know Disney owns "Kim Possible"...lock, stock, and Rufus.

If they want to sue me, they have to get behind all my other creditors.

Since I am in south Florida, the line has formed to the right

…and goes all the way to Sacramento!

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Opening notes:

Awww…the heck with the opening notes, folks…

…Enjoy the show!

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'Free At Last'

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…For my friends (and foes) at Jackson Hewitt…

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Monique and Kim emerged from their periodic 'beauty salon' regimen. In the middle of every month, the two of them indulged in a professional pedicure, manicure, and one other procedure that caused Kim's other BFF a lot of grief when he first heard about it.

"Is Ron still buggin' about the whole 'eyebrow-waxing' thing?" Monique teased.

"Not as much anymore." Kim admitted. "I just had to remind him what I would have looked like if I hadn't done it for a while."

Monique lowered her eyes and asked, "You played the 'Monkey Card'?"

Kim smirked, "You know it!"

They passed by a non-descript building as the bells of nearby St. Matthew's Catholic Church struck 'five o'clock'. Within seconds, a muscular man burst from the door, clad in a blue full-body uniform with a red-and-yellow insignia on the front.

The man grabbed the hands of Kim and Monique, kissed them both on the forehead, and bellowed, "I sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"

After hugging both ladies, he ran into the usual pedestrian crowd singing and praising God for all who would hear his booming baritone voice.

Kim looked in the direction of the man with a warm, amused smile on her face. Monique, on the other hand, was furious.

"Who…" she sputtered, "What the merry motha…WHO does that white guy think he IS…Grabbing us like flour sacks and quoting Dr. King like that?"

Kim turned to Monique with a reassuring grin and responded, "Check the calendar, Mo. That's Burn Berman…Certified Public Accountant!!"

A stream of realization crept into Monique's brain. "The calendar?" She wondered. "Kim, it's just the middle of—You mean, today…as in…"

"Yep!" Kim chirped. "It's April 15th…and he just finished his last client!"

Monique found a new appreciation for the man. Even though he was long gone from where they were standing, she chose not to care anymore. In the general direction he ran, she raised her fist straight in the air and shouted, "Right ON, my brotha!"

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My Fellow Americans…

…Today is April 15th…

…Have you hugged your tax professional today??

As a tax preparer by trade, I join ALL my brothers and sisters as we sing, in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"

Your friend in writing,

The Samurai Crunchbird