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No matter how many times she has seen it before, Kim will never cease to be amazed at how much Bueno Nacho food Ron can shovel into his mouth in one sitting and never seem to gain any weight. It was disgusting and childishly cute at the same time. While Ron gorged himself on refried beans, proceeded cheese and chemically preserved beef, Kim was happy just to have the salad. “You know Ron, it’s been pretty quiet lately. I mean, no Drakken, no Killigan, no world threatening disasters, not even so much as a pickpocket in Middleton for a week. You don’t think every criminal on the planet is running scared from us, do you?” she asked jokingly.
Ron slurped the grease from his fingers while Rufus gnawed away at the Naco platter. “Face it KP, when we’re the top dogs in town, people notice that. I’m sure the super villains are just biding their time, working on their A-game but everyone else know better than to mess with us. Ah-Booyah, we rock, we rock hard.”
Kim simply rolled her eyes and stabbed another cherry tomato with her plastic fork. “Well, I’m just glad to have some time off. Sometimes it gets so bad, I wish there was more of me to go chasing after bad guys.”  As she raised the fork toward her mouth, she suddenly began to shake, causing her to drop her fork. The tremor only lasted for a moment and Kim regained her composure, shocked, but no longer off balance. She looked across the table Ron who had soiled his shirt by dropping his chimarito on it. “Did... did you just feel that?”
Ron tried his best to wipe off the oily mixture of beef and cheese off his clothes. “Yeah, felt kinda like an earthquake or something. You ok Rufus?”  Looking down at his hairless friend, Ron was relieved to see that Rufus had merely tripping face down into the Naco and was uninjured from the quake.
The event struck Kim as odd; there are no active fault lines running under Middleton yet a quick look around showed that everyone else felt the sudden tremor but nothing seems to have been knocked over. With her curiosity piqued, she pulled out her Kimmunicator and rang up her favorite underaged genius. “Wade, you there?”
After a quick crackle of the screen, Wade finally appeared, rubbing the side of his head. “I was about to call you Kim, this weird earthquake knocked me off my chair.”
“Wade, something doesn’t feel right about this. Can you scan for any seismic activity?”
Wade did so but his expression was far from comforting. “That’s impossible... according to the seismograph, there’s not even a jiggle in the last five minutes!”
“Then what just hit us?  Everyone in Bueno Nacho felt it.”
“I know and now the inbox is swarming with people saying they felt it too, from everywhere!  Whatever happened, it happened on a global scale.”
“Well, come on Wade, you’re the super genius, what happened?”
Wade typed furiously and brought up a display on the screen. “Think I found something, massive spike in Earth’s magnetic field. Weird... it didn’t actually change intensity, it didn’t change at all... it’s like something ripped right through it and caused this massive ripple effect. Can’t tell you anything definite at this point.”
“Any chance you know who might’ve caused it?”
“Not a clue. If this was caused by someone, I have no idea who’d be able to do something like this, let alone why. Uh oh, urgent hit. Silent alarm just went off in the Middleton Museum of History.”
Now that was something Kim was more used to. “Thanks Wade, update me on the way.”
“Actually, I already took a peek at their security cameras. It’s the Fashionistas.”
A memory in the back of Kim’s mind popped up when the perps were identified. “There’s a new display of some recently discovered Aztec antiques, including a set of perfectly preserved clothes. I’m guessing ultra retro has gone into style. Too bad they’re going to settle for orange jump suits.”
She pocketed the Kimmunicator and Ron made a soft whine. “Can’t we just call the cops?  This really feels more like a police emergency than a teen cheerleader emergency.”
Kim shook her head and pulled him off from his seat, barely giving Rufus enough time to dive into his pocket. “Come on Ron, time to work on our A-game."

Meanwhile, at the Middleton Museum of History. Before they arrived at the museum, the Fashionistas fell into a petty argument and made a wager for tonight’s theft. Each member will find their own way into the museum and the first to grab the Aztec display will keep all the profits after they sell it in the black market. Chino opted to sneak in through the museum’s skyline. Though never considered masculine by his villainous peers, he felt confident that he would beat his female partners to the prize without breaking a sweat. Decked in an outfit worth three times as much as his gear, Chino began working on unhinging the skyline’s windows carefully, unaware that he already tripped a silent alarm. Halfway through his attempt to jimmy one of the hinges off, something whizzed through the air and pinned the sleeve of his top to the skyline’s frame. The sudden shock caused Chino to fall backwards onto his ass, ripping his shirt on the S-shaped blade that punctured through his designer duds. “Ah!  Hey!  I don’t care if I did steal this shirt, you’re going to pay big time for ruining it, sister!” he cried out to the darkness.
He turned around as he picked himself back up to his feet, looking for whoever assaulted him. Just as he gotten himself up straight, someone was already right behind him, so close that a hot breath brushed uncomfortably across the back of his neck. “Give up or that shirt won’t be the only thing needing stitches.”  Chino attempted to attack the stranger only to quickly find himself on the ground with a bloody nose. His vision was blurred after being struck down but he could barely make out a masked woman with red hair before passing out. She handcuffed him to a ventilation pipe and made her way to the skyline. “I’ll be back for you in a bit, pretty boy, after I round up your playmates.”
Back inside, Hoodie had just made her way through the side entrance, hoping to find a shortcut to the exhibit through the various twists and turns of the east side of the museum. Just as she passed the display of an ancient spider idol from an ancient South American tribe, she started to feel as if she was being watched and became suspicious of her surroundings. As she continued toward her prize, she stepped on something on the floor, something sticky. Disgusted, she lifted up her shoe, thinking it was a piece of gum. In actuality, it was something white that looked almost organic. “What the hell is that?”
A second later, she felt something being wrapped around her with enough force to knock her down to the floor. She struggled but her binds would not yield. Taking a second to see what was happening, Hoodie noticed that the binds were the same white material she had just stepped in. As she opened her mouth to yell for help, another glob of the substance was shot over her mouth and a slender female in a red and blue body suit dropped down from the ceiling. As the costumed stranger stood over her, Hoodie furiously yelled out several muffled protests. “A hoodie?  What, you hiding a bad hair day or something?  You should invest in a mask, lady, and spare us from having to look at that mug of yours,” the newcomer quipped before running off. “I’ll come back for you later, just stick around until then!”
Through the museum’s main hall came Espadrille, opting the direct approach, breaking in through the front door. Little did she know that Kim and Ron were no more than ten steps behind her. Little did they know that they weren’t the only heroes in the museum that night. It didn’t take long for Espadrille to make her way to the Aztec display and it didn’t take long for Kim to sound off while reaching for a gadget. “Not so fast, Espadrille!  The only threads you’ll be getting your hands on tonight are prison issue.”
Espadrille snapped her head toward the two teen heroes with a sneer but a sudden glaring light from above blinded the three. A voice booms from the steel rafters above. “You got two choices. We can do this the easy way and you all surrender or we can do this my way.”  Kim and Ron had to shield their eyes from the light as Espadrille attempted her escape. She barely got five steps away before their guest from above ensnared her with a set of bolas, sending her into a hard fall toward the floor. “Well, I guess she made her choice, how about you two delinquents?”
Kim stepped forward in a huff, her hand still doing it’s best to shield her eyes from the powerful overhead light. “Delinquents!?  Just who do you think you are?”
The stranger jumped down from her concealed position, her red hair flowing behind her unusual black one piece and her face partially concealed by a mask. “I’m Impossible Girl and you two...”  There was a pause as Impossible Girl took a good look at Kim’s face. “No way... you!  Redhead!  What’s your name?” she shouted.
The question struck Kim as extremely odd. “You’re... you’re joking, right?  Everyone knows who I am, I’m-”
Just before she could finish, something snagged onto the spotlight Impossible Girl was using and yanked it free from the rafters, causing it to dangle from it’s own power cord. The masked red head quickly found the person responsible; a costumed girl with a long ponytail clinging to a pillar without a harness or any special equipment whatsoever. She was clinging on to the pillar naturally. “Hey lady!  Whatcha trying to do with the high beams, blind us?”
Impossible Girl growled and reached for her belt. “Alright smartass, who the hell do you think you are?”
“Me?  Oh, I’m just you’re friendly, neighborhood Spider-Girl.”
As the two kept their attention on each other, Kim took the opportunity to reach for her grappling gun to get on equal footing with the two costumed red-heads. As she aimed for a support beam that seemed secure enough, something, or rather, someone fell on her like a sack of potatoes. “Uhh... Sitchpool fall down and go boom. This is weird, I don’t remember falling into a plot hole.”
Seeing Kim felled by this newcomer in red and black caused Ron to cry out in a panic. “Kim!”
At that instance, all four of them were staring at Ron, much to his own surprise. As Kim quickly scanned the other three from her prone position under the masked woman who called herself Sitchpool, she realized what these costumed women had in common. And following in step, the same realization struck the rest of the crimson haired heroines; they were all Kim Possible. Sitchpool was quick to voice her dismay. “Oh, I hope you posers have lawyers because I am SO suing for copyright infringement!”

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No matter how many times she has seen it before, Kim will never cease to be amazed at how much Bueno Nacho food Ron can shovel into his mouth in one sitting and never seem to gain any weight. It was disgusting and childishly cute at the same time. While Ron gorged himself on refried beans, proceeded cheese and chemically preserved beef, Kim was happy just to have the salad. “You know Ron, it’s been pretty quiet lately. I mean, no Drakken, no Killigan, no world threatening disasters, not even so much as a pickpocket in Middleton for a week. You don’t think every criminal on the planet is running scared from us, do you?” she asked jokingly.
Ron slurped the grease from his fingers while Rufus gnawed away at the Naco platter. “Face it KP, when we’re the top dogs in town, people notice that. I’m sure the super villains are just biding their time, working on their A-game but everyone else know better than to mess with us. Ah-Booyah, we rock, we rock hard.”
Kim simply rolled her eyes and stabbed another cherry tomato with her plastic fork. “Well, I’m just glad to have some time off. Sometimes it gets so bad, I wish there was more of me to go chasing after bad guys.”  As she raised the fork toward her mouth, she suddenly began to shake, causing her to drop her fork. The tremor only lasted for a moment and Kim regained her composure, shocked, but no longer off balance. She looked across the table Ron who had soiled his shirt by dropping his chimarito on it. “Did... did you just feel that?”
Ron tried his best to wipe off the oily mixture of beef and cheese off his clothes. “Yeah, felt kinda like an earthquake or something. You ok Rufus?”  Looking down at his hairless friend, Ron was relieved to see that Rufus had merely tripping face down into the Naco and was uninjured from the quake.
The event struck Kim as odd; there are no active fault lines running under Middleton yet a quick look around showed that everyone else felt the sudden tremor but nothing seems to have been knocked over. With her curiosity piqued, she pulled out her Kimmunicator and rang up her favorite underaged genius. “Wade, you there?”
After a quick crackle of the screen, Wade finally appeared, rubbing the side of his head. “I was about to call you Kim, this weird earthquake knocked me off my chair.”
“Wade, something doesn’t feel right about this. Can you scan for any seismic activity?”
Wade did so but his expression was far from comforting. “That’s impossible... according to the seismograph, there’s not even a jiggle in the last five minutes!”
“Then what just hit us?  Everyone in Bueno Nacho felt it.”
“I know and now the inbox is swarming with people saying they felt it too, from everywhere!  Whatever happened, it happened on a global scale.”
“Well, come on Wade, you’re the super genius, what happened?”
Wade typed furiously and brought up a display on the screen. “Think I found something, massive spike in Earth’s magnetic field. Weird... it didn’t actually change intensity, it didn’t change at all... it’s like something ripped right through it and caused this massive ripple effect. Can’t tell you anything definite at this point.”
“Any chance you know who might’ve caused it?”
“Not a clue. If this was caused by someone, I have no idea who’d be able to do something like this, let alone why. Uh oh, urgent hit. Silent alarm just went off in the Middleton Museum of History.”
Now that was something Kim was more used to. “Thanks Wade, update me on the way.”
“Actually, I already took a peek at their security cameras. It’s the Fashionistas.”
A memory in the back of Kim’s mind popped up when the perps were identified. “There’s a new display of some recently discovered Aztec antiques, including a set of perfectly preserved clothes. I’m guessing ultra retro has gone into style. Too bad they’re going to settle for orange jump suits.”
She pocketed the Kimmunicator and Ron made a soft whine. “Can’t we just call the cops?  This really feels more like a police emergency than a teen cheerleader emergency.”
Kim shook her head and pulled him off from his seat, barely giving Rufus enough time to dive into his pocket. “Come on Ron, time to work on our A-game."

Meanwhile, at the Middleton Museum of History. Before they arrived at the museum, the Fashionistas fell into a petty argument and made a wager for tonight’s theft. Each member will find their own way into the museum and the first to grab the Aztec display will keep all the profits after they sell it in the black market. Chino opted to sneak in through the museum’s skyline. Though never considered masculine by his villainous peers, he felt confident that he would beat his female partners to the prize without breaking a sweat. Decked in an outfit worth three times as much as his gear, Chino began working on unhinging the skyline’s windows carefully, unaware that he already tripped a silent alarm. Halfway through his attempt to jimmy one of the hinges off, something whizzed through the air and pinned the sleeve of his top to the skyline’s frame. The sudden shock caused Chino to fall backwards onto his ass, ripping his shirt on the S-shaped blade that punctured through his designer duds. “Ah!  Hey!  I don’t care if I did steal this shirt, you’re going to pay big time for ruining it, sister!” he cried out to the darkness.
He turned around as he picked himself back up to his feet, looking for whoever assaulted him. Just as he gotten himself up straight, someone was already right behind him, so close that a hot breath brushed uncomfortably across the back of his neck. “Give up or that shirt won’t be the only thing needing stitches.”  Chino attempted to attack the stranger only to quickly find himself on the ground with a bloody nose. His vision was blurred after being struck down but he could barely make out a masked woman with red hair before passing out. She handcuffed him to a ventilation pipe and made her way to the skyline. “I’ll be back for you in a bit, pretty boy, after I round up your playmates.”
Back inside, Hoodie had just made her way through the side entrance, hoping to find a shortcut to the exhibit through the various twists and turns of the east side of the museum. Just as she passed the display of an ancient spider idol from an ancient South American tribe, she started to feel as if she was being watched and became suspicious of her surroundings. As she continued toward her prize, she stepped on something on the floor, something sticky. Disgusted, she lifted up her shoe, thinking it was a piece of gum. In actuality, it was something white that looked almost organic. “What the hell is that?”
A second later, she felt something being wrapped around her with enough force to knock her down to the floor. She struggled but her binds would not yield. Taking a second to see what was happening, Hoodie noticed that the binds were the same white material she had just stepped in. As she opened her mouth to yell for help, another glob of the substance was shot over her mouth and a slender female in a red and blue body suit dropped down from the ceiling. As the costumed stranger stood over her, Hoodie furiously yelled out several muffled protests. “A hoodie?  What, you hiding a bad hair day or something?  You should invest in a mask, lady, and spare us from having to look at that mug of yours,” the newcomer quipped before running off. “I’ll come back for you later, just stick around until then!”
Through the museum’s main hall came Espadrille, opting the direct approach, breaking in through the front door. Little did she know that Kim and Ron were no more than ten steps behind her. Little did they know that they weren’t the only heroes in the museum that night. It didn’t take long for Espadrille to make her way to the Aztec display and it didn’t take long for Kim to sound off while reaching for a gadget. “Not so fast, Espadrille!  The only threads you’ll be getting your hands on tonight are prison issue.”
Espadrille snapped her head toward the two teen heroes with a sneer but a sudden glaring light from above blinded the three. A voice booms from the steel rafters above. “You got two choices. We can do this the easy way and you all surrender or we can do this my way.”  Kim and Ron had to shield their eyes from the light as Espadrille attempted her escape. She barely got five steps away before their guest from above ensnared her with a set of bolas, sending her into a hard fall toward the floor. “Well, I guess she made her choice, how about you two delinquents?”
Kim stepped forward in a huff, her hand still doing it’s best to shield her eyes from the powerful overhead light. “Delinquents!?  Just who do you think you are?”
The stranger jumped down from her concealed position, her red hair flowing behind her unusual black one piece and her face partially concealed by a mask. “I’m Impossible Girl and you two...”  There was a pause as Impossible Girl took a good look at Kim’s face. “No way... you!  Redhead!  What’s your name?” she shouted.
The question struck Kim as extremely odd. “You’re... you’re joking, right?  Everyone knows who I am, I’m-”
Just before she could finish, something snagged onto the spotlight Impossible Girl was using and yanked it free from the rafters, causing it to dangle from it’s own power cord. The masked red head quickly found the person responsible; a costumed girl with a long ponytail clinging to a pillar without a harness or any special equipment whatsoever. She was clinging on to the pillar naturally. “Hey lady!  Whatcha trying to do with the high beams, blind us?”
Impossible Girl growled and reached for her belt. “Alright smartass, who the hell do you think you are?”
“Me?  Oh, I’m just you’re friendly, neighborhood Spider-Girl.”
As the two kept their attention on each other, Kim took the opportunity to reach for her grappling gun to get on equal footing with the two costumed red-heads. As she aimed for a support beam that seemed secure enough, something, or rather, someone fell on her like a sack of potatoes. “Uhh... Sitchpool fall down and go boom. This is weird, I don’t remember falling into a plot hole.”
Seeing Kim felled by this newcomer in red and black caused Ron to cry out in a panic. “Kim!”
At that instance, all four of them were staring at Ron, much to his own surprise. As Kim quickly scanned the other three from her prone position under the masked woman who called herself Sitchpool, she realized what these costumed women had in common. And following in step, the same realization struck the rest of the crimson haired heroines; they were all Kim Possible. Sitchpool was quick to voice her dismay. “Oh, I hope you posers have lawyers because I am SO suing for copyright infringement!”