|Kim Possible: What's the Switch?
Author: Maetch PM
Kim's got her hands full when a mission gone awry leaves Ron and Drakken's minds switched with their bodies. Now, Kim needs to switch them back, with a bit of help from a longtime rival. Based on the PS2 game, but modified to my own stylings.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Adventure/Humor - Kim P. & Shego - Chapters: 9 - Words: 40,039 - Reviews: 13 - Favs: 9 - Follows: 4 - Updated: 05-08-07 - Published: 04-10-07 - Status: Complete - id: 3486704
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Kim Possible: What's the Switch (Maetch's version)
A bit of explanation:
When I bought the game and played it through, I couldn't help but feel that the game was lacking. Granted, the gameplay was very good, with no shoddy controls or anything, and the graphics were pretty nice (although the 3-D models aren't exactly the best looking in cutscenes), but what WAS lacking was the storyline. After playing it through, it seemed like the whole "Drakken and Ron switches brains" plot was just an add-on instead of the main focus. So, I figured I'd expand on the storyline somewhat, and maybe see about filling in a few plot holes.
Many parts have been altered from the actual game to make it flow better. Besides, you don't want it to play out EXACTLY like the game, do you? It would be boring.
EDIT NOTE: Originally, this was supposed to take place during Season 4. However, after seeing "Oh No, Yono", I've had to adjust the timeframe a bit. This story now takes place shortly after Season 4 ends. Kim has her car, she and Ron are graduates and dating, and she has returned to using her traditional outfit. Let's just say, Wade pulled a few strings, and Club Banana resumed production of Kim usual mission attire, which she stocked up extra on (good thing she gets the employee discount). Drakken and Shego are working together... for now. As to Monkey Fist... I've got an explanation on how he's back, though it won't be clear until the end.
My previous KP story, "You've Got Promise, Kid", is referenced in this story. Give it a read if you like. Not necessary, but I like a good review (emphasis on "good", or at least "not flaming").
As usual, I don't own Kim or anyone associated with her. I own a PS2 and a copy of the very game I'm basing this fic on, but that's it.
Act Zero: Idol Minds
As the timer counted down, the bomb sat atop the platform. At first glance, it seemed like no one would be able to get to it in time, for the laser trip-wires scattered across the floor would mean a certain explosion, and the only clear way to get to it was from above.
Which was exactly how Kimberly Anne Possible was doing it.
"Okay, now. Steady... Steady!" Kim muttered as she slowly lowered herself down to the bomb's level via her harness cord. Having been blessed with an extremely athletic body, as well as an innate, almost superhuman ability to learn new skills within mere hours of seeing them performed, Kim had chosen to utilize her gifts as a freelance secret agent (granted, she started out as a mere babysitter, but her mantra of "I can do anything" soon led to her current job status). To her, this was nothing new.
"Gotcha!" Kim shouted in triumph. Reaching into her pocket, Kim pulled out a small pair of wire clippers. After a bit of jimmying with the bomb's casing, Kim proceeded to snip a few wires from the bomb's innards. A second later, the timer stopped and the trip-wires disappeared.
"Awright, Kim!" came the shout of a voice from the side of the room. Upon hearing this, the room suddenly distorted and disappeared, revealing a large, empty room of black. Off to the side, a stocky young boy stood, remote control in his hand.
"How'd I do, Wade?" Kim asked as she disconnected the cord from her harness.
"Minute nine. New record." Wade replied. A skilled techie and inventor, despite being only 14, Wade Load was Kim's ever-faithful ally. From the safety of his room, Wade could always be counted on to provide assistance for any sort of situation. Kim was merely testing his newest creation, the "Shadow Training" room.
"Thanks." Kim spoke with a smile. "I gotta admit, this 'Shadow Training' room you put together is quite a piece of work."
"Well, no need to brag." Wade sheepishly replied, after which he turned serious. "But, something real's come up, and you're needed."
"Well, what's the sitch?" Kim asked with her all-too-familiar question. Wade was just about to answer when a shout came from above.
"Uh, KP! I could use some help up here!" Looking up, Kim saw her longtime partner (and current boyfriend) Ron Stoppable hanging from the ceiling, having gotten all tangled up in his cord. Ron was, in all respects, the exact opposite of Kim, being clumsy, unfocused, and somewhat dim-witted. Still, the old adage "opposites attract" couldn't be more true in their case. The two had known each other since Pre-K, but had only recently elevated their relationship to "dating status".
With a sigh, Kim called out, "Rufus." A second later, a small pink rodent crawled out of Ron's pant pocket, up his body, and to the knot on the harness, where he began to chew at it. Ron and the naked mole rat had been friends for years, and Rufus always managed to help Kim and Ron out in the most troublesome of times. Turning back to Wade, Kim asked again. "What's the sitch?"
"I've gotten a report on a theft from the Smithsonian Museum last night." Wade explained. "A single artifact was stolen, some kind of Idol."
"Any clues?" Kim asked, hoping to get a clue as to the guilty party's identity.
"Just one. A banana peel." Wade answered. "Also, said Idol was coincidently monkey-shaped." Kim needed no further clues, for she knew who it was.
At that moment, Rufus just finished gnawing through Ron's cord, sending the boy screaming as he fell to the floor, minus his pants (they were still attatched to the cord).
"Ron, grab your pants and saddle up." Kim casually spoke to Ron as he laid there moaning. "We need to pay Monkey Fist a visit." Ron's response was one of (somewhat expected) terror.
"NOOOOOOO!!!" Ron panicked, crying in fear. "Not Monkey Fist!" This was old hat for Kim. Ron had an acute fear of monkeys (more so than anything else on his expansive list of fears), which always led to these sort of outbursts. Rolling her eyes, Kim grabbed Ron's pantless leg and dragged him out of the room. Pausing, she turned to Wade.
"I'll keep you updated on the situation." Wade said, handing Kim her trusty grappling hook and a pair of Kimmunicators.
"Please and thank you." Kim sweetly replied as she took the devices with her, as well as the still sobbing Ron.
Monkey Fist's Castle, England
As night fell over the countryside, the specter of the ancient castle owned by Monkey Fist shone in the moonlight, as if it were something out of a horror film. Just outside the castle gates, a heavily modified Roth SL Coupe pulled up and parked. A second later, Kim and Ron had stepped out of the "Sloth 2.0" and began walking through the courtyard. Whereas Kim was placid and calm, Ron was literally shaking.
"C'mon, Kim. Can't I stay in the car?" Ron pleaded. Kim merely shook her head. Although Ron was a sweet guy, his childlike antics often tried on Kim's patience.
"Ron, you've dealt with Monkey Fist before. More so than me." Kim consolingly replied. "You'll be fine."
"Well, let's just get the lousy Idol and get out of here, then." Ron spoke impatiently.
"What's the rush, Ron?" Kim taunted. "Afraid of the monkeys?" At that, Ron suddenly got defiant.
"Oh, no. No. No. Not me. Not me, Kim. No, sirree, pal. Not afraid." Ron bravely stuttered. With a smirk, Kim looked at him in disbelief. A second later, Ron cowered and mumbled, "Why, do you see any?" With a sigh, Kim entered through the front door, which was strangely left wide open.
"Now remember, Ron." Kim said to him as she walked ahead into the main hall. "Watch out for traps." Before Ron could respond, the floor below him suddenly dropped away, sending him falling. Ron's scream of panic made Kim turn her head.
"RON!" Kim shouted. Suddenly, the doors slammed shut, locking Kim in. Hurriedly, she pulled her Kimmunicator and dialed up Wade. "Wade, I've lost Ron."
"Relax, he's still alive. I've got a lock on his location." Wade calmly answered from his usual computer seat in his room. "He's in the castle basement, which seems to be some kind of shrine. Also, I'm detecting unknown energy sources flowing from his position. Could be the Idol."
"Alright, I'm on my way down there." Kim smiled. Wade, however, suddenly frowned.
"There's just one other thing..."
"Just spill it, Wade. I'm used to things going wrong." Kim cut him off.
"I've got an unconfirmed sighting of some kind of hovercar just outside the castle."
"Hovercar?" Kim wondered. After a second, she realized whose car it most likely was. "Drakken."
"Most likely he's after the Idol too." Wade reaffirmed her. "Be careful."
"I will, Wade." Kim finished before shutting off. As Kim ran through the empty halls of the castle, her mind raced through various memories. In a world where the villains often have much more interesting and colorful backstories than the heroes they fought, one tends to know their enemies.
Montgomery Fiske was a former British millionaire and renowned researcher on all things simian. However, for reasons Kim couldn't begin to figure out, Monty chose to throw away his life of privilage to pursue his dream of becoming the "Ultimate Monkey Kung-Fu Master" and ruling the world. The man was obsessed with his dream, and was obsessed with his monkeys, even going so far as to have his DNA spliced with that of a chimpanzee and train the monkeys he worked with into being his own cadaver of Monkey Ninjas. Although Kim was at odds with the newly renamed "Monkey Fist", Ron was, more often than not, the one whose path continuously got into the monkey man's way. In a sense, Ron was more of Fiske's arch-enemy than Kim's. He was supposedly petrified and buried due to him making a deal with an entity dubbed "Yono" for greater power, but he eventually came back, much to Kim's confusion. How he did come back, she had no clue.
Dr. Drakken was a different story, and more personal to her. He was originally an old friend of her scientist father from college, one Drew Lipsky, who, having been ridiculed by his former friend, decided to get revenge by pursuing world domination. Not that he was any good at it, mind you. Many times, his evil plans were often foiled by Kim and Ron, but mostly by his own lack of competence. Still, Kim knew not to underestimate him (as the infamous "Diablo Incident" proved to her). Although Drakken was brillant, he wasn't much of a fighter. And that's where Shego came in.
A mysterious mercenary employed by Drakken to serve as his muscle, Shego was often the one thing that kept Kim's wins from being too easy. Shego was renowned as a skilled fighter, trained in various forms of combat, as well as being a superpowered metahuman capable of emitting green "plasma flares" of varying intensities from her palms. Shego and Kim had fought many times, for Shego, having developed a personal infatuation for Kim and her skills (not that kind, though, you KiGo fans), was determined to be the only one to defeat Kim Possible, and no one else.
"Monkey Fist, Drakken, and Shego..." Kim muttered to herself as she made her way towards the basement. "As if I don't have enough on my plate already." She was, however, too busy to notice a ghostly-looking red monkey watching her from behind a statue.
Elsewhere in the Castle...
"Alright, Shego, now let's go over this again." spoke the blue-skinned Dr. Drakken as he and Shego walked through a hall en route to the basement. "We go in, grab the Idol, and get out, preferably before Kim Possible and her buffoon sidekick beats us to it."
"Translation, I get the Idol and do all the fighting, while you cower in the corner as usual." green-hued Shego sarcastically replied, filing the claws on her gloves as she walked behind him. "Maybe for once, you can actually HELP, Doc?" Drakken was just about to respond when a digital ringing sounded from his pocket. Pulling out his cellphone, Drakken held up a hand to shush her as he began talking.
"Hello, mother." Drakken answered to his absent-minded mother, who was definitely unaware of her son's activities (she thought her little "Drewbie" was a self-help radio doctor). "Yes, well, I'm busy." Shego growled at Drakken in annoyance.
"Alright, tell you what. You talk to mommy, and I'LL get the Idol myself. Okay?" Drakken gave her a silent thumbs-up before continuing, leaving Shego to take off on her own.
Such was the relationship that Drakken and Shego had with each other. Drakken's plans often came about as ridiculous and ill-practical, but Shego, having been hired for a five-year service with him, had no choice but to go along with them. However, that never stopped Shego from making her opinion heard, often leading her to heckle and criticize Drakken for his lack of technique. Still, the two were, in a way, inseparable. Drakken needed Shego to provide the bite to his bark, while Shego needed him to lure in the one person she wanted to defeat above all others: Kim Possible.
For a while, Shego found herself simply running through the empty halls, without any sort of action whatsoever.
"Man, this stinks. And not just because of Chimpy Foot's primate pals. I'm bored." Shego griped as she entered what looked like the castle observatory (as if the large telescope wasn't a dead giveaway). Suddenly, the doors slammed shut, locking Shego in. Before she could prepare to fire off a flare at the door, a pair of red-colored ghost monkeys suddenly appeared, and they did not look friendly.
"Oh, goody. Playmates." Shego grinned as she fired up plasma into her palms and ran up to the first ghost monkey. The monkey responded with a few swipes of its claws, but Shego merely dodged them and struck back with a plasma-boosted punch. The monkey went soaring into the air and crash-landed into the ground, where it vanished.
"All right, pal. Your turn." Shego taunted to the other monkey. The ghost monkey flew at her fullspeed, but Shego evaded with a well-timed flip to the side. Before the monkey could respond, Shego grabbed its tail and pulled it towards her, where it's face met with Shego's foot. The monkey dropped to the floor and vanished.
"Pathetic." Shego griped as she broke down the door leading to the basement. "Camille could put up a better fight than these guys, and she's an even worse fighter than Drakken." Her thoughts drifted towards the young mercenary that had recently entered the business.
Camille Leon, like Monkey Fist, was a once-privilaged woman who went into a life of crime, though she was a mercenary like Shego as opposed to a bonafide villain. She and Shego first knew each other during a shared stint in prison, and the two managed to befriend each other. Having won her respect (which was not easy to win), Shego broke Camille out of prison, and later helped get her established as a full-time mercenary. A former actress, Camille specialized in the art of disguise, made all the more effective by her shapeshifting abilities (granted as a result of an experimental plastic surgery procedure). However, while Camille could put on an act, her fighting skills were pretty bad, hench Shego's comment. The two girls were usually busy with their own jobs, but Shego was often the first person Camille ran to when she had problems.
The rest of the trip was, for Shego, pretty uneventful. A few more ghost monkeys tried to pick on her along the way, but Shego dispatched them without so much as a forethought. Finally, Shego found what she was looking for: a stairway leading to the basement.
"Alright, let's get this over with." Shego muttered as she went down the stairs. Her goal was just ahead.
Down in the basement, Ron was literally paralyzed in fear as swarms of ghost monkeys, in various colors, flew rapidly around some kind of object atop a pillar. Occasionally, one of the monkeys flew close to poor Ron and freaked him out. Ron's mind was racing in panic.
Aw, man. Ron freaked. I need new pants, and I haven't even lost them yet! KP! Where are you?!
His prayers were answered, as Kim suddenly dropped into the room. Glancing towards Ron, Kim smiled.
"Acting brave, are we?" Kim skeptically said.
"Hey, lay off, KP!" Ron said defensively. "I was simply..."
"Cowering in the corner?" Kim finished. It was clear that Ron was faking it.
"RESTING in the corner!" Ron said before adding, ashamedly. "...In fear." Kim, however, was focused on the ghost monkeys orbiting the pillar. A sudden four-note two-tone sound brought Kim's hand to her Kimmunicator, where she saw Wade's face.
"What's up, Wade?"
"Kim, I'm detecting massive ectoplasmic energy spikes from your location." Wade said with concern. "Where are you?"
"I'm in the basement. I found Ron, and there's a lot of ghost monkeys orbiting some kind of object." Bringing the Kimmunicator to bear, Kim showed Wade the pillar. After a moment, the boy genius responded.
"That's the Idol! Kim, it looks like the ghost monkeys are guarding it. You'll need to get rid of them."
"How's that?" Kim asked.
"From the looks of it, there appears to be three ghost monkeys surrounding the pillar's base." Wade explained. "They seem to be the ones creating the shield. Get rid of them, and the shield should drop."
"I'm on it!" Kim answered as she shut off the line and ran up to the monkey trio. The monkeys, however, noticed Kim and began to attack.
The first one, a green monkey, ran up to Kim and began to swipe at her. Kim dodged most of the blows, but one of the punches nailed her in the side, which sent her flying into the path of the second monkey, a blue one. Operating purely on instinct, Kim flipped off the floor, pulled her feet together, and slammed into the blue monkey with a powerful flying kick. The monkey was sent soaring just before he vanished.
"One down. Now who's next?" Kim taunted. Growling, the third monkey, colored red, ran up to her with the intent to wail on Kim. The ghost monkey was furious in his attacks, but no match for Kim as she grabbed the monkey and threw him into the wall. The red monkey was down, but not out yet. Meanwhile, the green monkey had once again resumed its assault on Kim. Deciding not to get close to this one, Kim took out her grappling hook and launched it at the monkey. The force of the hydraulic-launched hook slammed into the ghost monkey and pushed him into the wall above Ron. Ron couldn't help but scream as the green monkey vanished.
Just as Kim finished reeling in the hook, she was thrown to the ground by the red monkey, who was now furiously screeching at her. Unfortunately for him, he was too focused on his tantrum that he didn't see Kim deliver a powerful kick to his face. As the monkey reeled from the blow, Kim struck it down with a single punch. The monkey collapsed, and then vanished.
"That's the last of them." Kim gasped. As expected, the ghost monkey swarms cleared away from the pillar, revealing the Idol in all its glory. It was big, blue, and, not surprisingly, shaped like a monkey's head. Breathing a sigh of relief, Kim vaulted up to the top of the pillar and grabbed the Idol. From the corner, Ron was heard whimpering.
"Is... is it over?" Ron timidly asked. Kim only smiled as she jumped down to the ground, Idol in hand.
"It's over, Ron." Kim replied.
"Not yet, pumpkin!" came the sudden voice of Shego as she launched a plasma flare at Kim, still holding the Idol. Kim barely leaped out of the way as Shego landed close to her.
"Shego!" Kim exclaimed.
"That's my name, don't wear it out!" Shego replied. "Now give me the Idol." With that, Shego launched herself into an offensive. Since she was still holding the Idol, Kim could only dodge and weave around her punches and kicks. It was at this moment that Drakken showed up, still talking on his cellphone.
"...Yes, mother. I'll pick up milk on the way home." Drakken spoke, taking notice to what was going on. "Anyway, gotta go now, mother. Patients are wating. I love you, bye!" Drakken finished with a smooch before hanging up and shouting. "Shego, get me that Idol!"
Having taken notice of Drakken, Kim's attention briefly strayed away, leaving Shego to kick the Idol out of her hands and into the air. As the Idol soared, all four figures looked in shock. Ron was the first to act.
"I got it, KP! I got it!" Ron shouted, putting his skills as the high school running back to good use.
"No! Don't let it break! I need it!" Drakken shouted as he ran for the catch.
Kim tried to run as well, but Shego cut her off, leaving Ron and Drakken dashing for the Idol. As it came down, both of them grabbed it at the exact same time, but before the inevitable tug-of-war began, the two of them were suddenly bathed in a strange white light. After several moments, an explosion went off between Ron, Drakken, and the Idol, sending the two of them flying away from each other and the Idol into the air.
As Kim and Shego ran towards the Idol, it flew all the way to the roof of the shrine. Before it could come down, however, a red-sleeved figure grabbed it out of midair, leaving Kim and Shego in shock.
"Huh?" freaked Kim.
"What?" gasped Shego.
At that, the figure revealed himself, a short, red-suited man in a goatee, wearing a black helmet. The two girls knew who he was all too well.
"DEMENTOR!!!" they both yelled at once.
"I am thanking you, Kim Possible and Shego." Professor Dementor said, in his thick German accent. "You have saved me from the troubling of the traps." If there was ever a common enemy between Kim and Drakken, it was Dementor. Whereas Kim saw him as another supervillain, Drakken was more jealous of him on personal matters, such as the skill of his henchman and the quality of his evil plans. However, Dementor wasn't exactly the most stable mind, often mentioned as being "a few beakers short of a chemistry set".
"This is just what I am needing for my plan of evil. And now, Frauleins Possible and Shego, I make with the escaping." shouted Dementor as he fled out of sight. However, after a second, he muttered. "Hmmmmm... that was not a villain's exit." Appearing in front of Kim and Shego again, he yelled. "THIS is a VILLAIN'S EXIT!!!" And with that, he laughed long and hard before leaving again.
As the dust settled, Drakken was the first to sit up. However, as he rubbed his head and began to speak, it was clear to Kim that something was off.
"Ooooooo... my head." said Drakken, though not in his regular voice. "Geez, KP, first I'm seeing white, then black, then blue." At that, "Drakken" began to look at himself, and soon panicked in a way that only Ron could. "AHHHHH!!! KP! KP! I'M BLUE! I'M BLUUUE!!!"
"Ron?!" Kim asked him in disbelief. "But, then, Drakken..." Her hunch was answered as Ron sat up... at least, what looked like Ron. However, he sounded more like...
"SHEGO!!!" "Ron" yelled in Drakken's voice. "Where are you?!" Looking at himself, he spoke. "And why am I in... in... uh..." Turning to "Drakken", "Ron" asked, "What's your name again?"
Looking around, Kim noticed that Shego was nowhere to be found. Apparently, she had left to pursue Dementor for the Idol. Confused, Kim pulled out the Kimmunicator and put Wade on the line.
"Wade, what happened here?" Kim asked, as she showed "Ron" and "Drakken" to him, both of whom were currently in a childish slapfight.
"Hmmmm..." Wade mulled. "From the looks of it, it appears that the Idol must've switched Ron and Drakken's minds with each other's bodies when they touched it. That Idol was said to have some kind of mind-controlling power to it."
"NOW you tell me about that." Kim moaned in annoyance. "Well, can you change it back?" she asked. Wade only shook his head.
"Nope. I'm afraid this sort of thing is out of my league. You'll need the Idol to undo this."
"Which Dementor now has." Kim added bitterly. "Where is he?" After a moment of typing, Wade answered.
"His air carrier has been spotted hovering over London, near the vicinity of Big Ben." Wade explained. "Get in the Sloth and go after him."
"Thanks!" Kim said as she shut off. Turning to Ron (in Drakken's body), Kim placed her hand on his head. Her mind-switched boyfriend seemed ready to cry.
"Ron..." Kim spoke consolingly. "I think you'd best stay here."
"Me?!" Drakken (in Ron's body) shouted. "Stay with the buffoon?! And with him in MY body?!"
"I wasn't talking to you!" Kim shot back. To Ron, she said. "Ron... trust me, I'll get you and Drakken back to normal." Ron's only reply was a shrug. "Just hang in there, pal." Kim cheerfully replied before she walked to the door. Ron's voice, however, caused her to turn.
"KP!" Ron spoke. "Can Rufus come with you?"
"Of course." Kim smiled. As if on cue, Rufus suddenly popped out of the pants pocket of Ron's body, much to Drakken's disgust.
"Ewwww..." Drakken winced. Undaunted, Rufus ran up to Kim and leaped into her pocket. Once secure, Rufus gave a wave and a rodent cheer of "Hey-hey" to Ron, which he returned (much to Rufus' confusion, since it was Drakken's body that responded).
"Alright!" Kim exclaimed. "I'll be back as soon as I can. Just try not to cause any problems" And with that, Kim ran out of the room, leaving Ron and Drakken behind.
Outside the castle...
Kim quickly started up the Sloth and floored the gas. In mere moments, she was speeding down the country road.
"Shego's already got a head start." Kim muttered. "But I'll catch Dementor all the same."
Meanwhile, miles ahead, a lone hovercar was flying towards London, with Shego at the wheel.
"Let Kimmie or Dementor get the Idol? No way, not when it worth millions... for me!"
Back in the castle, Ron and Drakken, their minds stuck in each other's bodies, were trying to sit quietly, though it was anyone's guess as to how long it would stay that way.
"Kim." Ron moaned. "I hope you'll be okay."
"Forget Kim." Drakken growled, as he eyed a rather large battle axe eviliy. "Worry about yourself."
And in London, Dementor was fleeing en route to Big Ben with the Idol, where his air carrier awaited.