Hello to one and all out there. I know you've been waiting for this, and I've had a hard time getting it ready for all of you. Through Technical problems and writer's blocks, I've finally got the next chapter to Eastbound and Down out to the masses. I'm sad to say that this is indeed the last chapter, one of the reasons it took me so long to write.

Now for compensation, I've added a few previews to stories I'm planning on writing. I hope you've enjoyed this story as much as I've hated writing it. Just kidding. Thank you for the reviews and good luck to your stories too.

"Is he still following us?" Ron asked as he sped down the highway, his foot hitting the accelerator as hard as he could.

"Yup. I'll tell you one thing, this pig is persistent. Know any more tricks to get rid of this guy?" Shego asked as she glanced behind themselves.

Ron had to think of something fast. They've come too far now to loose. That's when he saw that the road ahead inclined into an overpass that doubled as a blind curve, but no safety railing.

"Shego, do you think pigs can fly?" Ron said as he put on more speed.

"I think you're planning something crazy again." Shego said as a grin began to form.

"What makes you say that?" Ron asked her with a grin of his own.

"Because my pants are starting to get damp again." Shego said with a cheesier cat smile.

"Oh, baby!" Ron said and made the car go to its top speed, with the motorcycle cop matching.

Ron kept his eyes glued to the road and to the overpass. They were almost there, and he had to time this just right. A few feet from it now. Before the road began to rise into the incline, Ron did a hard U turn off the side of the road, and both Shego and he watched as the biker cop sped by them and hit the incline. The officer couldn't see the turn in time, and launched into the air like Robbie Knievel during one of his jumps.

For a moment, it almost seemed that the cop was suspended in mid air; just like the way you saw in so many of the old cartoons. That's when gravity reclaimed the flying officer as he crashed landed into the back of a truck from a local farm that was hauling a load of manure.

"Holy Crap." Ron said as they heard the officer cry in disgust.

"Talk about a shitty landing." Shego said, causing both her and Ron laugh so hard they were almost shedding tears. "Let's make sure Felix hasn't gotten himself into anymore trouble." The pale thief said as Ron headed back the way they came.

Kim was still going as fast as she could down the road, trying to figure out where the hell the Bandit was now. She was now obsessed with finding that rat bastard and making sure he rots behind bars for the rest of his natural life for all the crap he's pulled. Her hand prints were now permanently molded into the steering wheel from her grip, and her teeth were clenched s tight that a few ere close to cracking.

She let out a very agitated groan when she heard the wail of a siren behind her. She looked into what was left of her mirrors and saw that the driver of the police cruiser was signaling for her to pull over. She knew she was loosing time, but knew explaining her situation might help. Maybe even earn her some more help. She pulled over to the side of the road and waited for the police officer to maker their way to her.

The look of disbelief on the officer's face was priceless as he looked at the heap in front of him that was barley keeping itself together.

"Hello officer. My name is Kim,"

"I don't give a rat's ass if you're name is Gill Grissom. Don't you know you're not supposed to drive a piece of shit like this on the highway?" the officer asked her.

"I'll thank you to not use that kind of language in front of me, sir."

"Never mind that bullshit. Hat the hell is this?" the officer asked as he pointed to the car.

"This is evidence, officer." Kim answered.

"Evidence? I don't give a flying fuck what it is. You can not drive this piece of shit on the highway." The officer told her.

"I am being polite when I ask you to please not use that kind of language. I have my young cousin in the car, and I don't want him to hear that kind of filthy language." Kim said as her grip o the wheel tightened.

"I'm telling you one more damn time,"

"HOLD IT! HOLD IT!" Kim screamed as she got out of the car.

"Now you listen to me you pimple faced, c$k sucking, piece of shit! Don't you dare raise your voice or talk like that to me ever again! Do you know who the hell I am? I am Kim Possible! This automobile is key evidence to lock up a fucking psycho that is responsible for the breaking of several traffic and highway safety laws, fleeing arrest, and the attempted murder and injury of at least twenty or more fellow Law Enforcement officers. I have been pursuing this bastard for the last 700 fucking miles. So the last thing I need is SOME LITTLE PISS ANT PRICK WHO'S BALLS HAVEN'T DROPPED YET, TRYING TO TELL ME HOW TO DO MY DAMN JOB AFTER I HAVE SAVED NOT JUST THIS NATION, BUT THE WHOLE SHITTY FUCKING WORLD, SO MANY TIMES THAT I'VE LOST FUCKING COUNT!" Kim screamed as ever single vein and artery in her neck bulged and her eyes almost turning blood red.

"I-I'm sorry, ma'am. I-I didn't know. I apologize for using such profanity." The officer said meekly as Kim sat back in the car.

"Apology accepted, officer. Now fuck off." Kim said as she drove off, leaving the officer shaking in his boots.

"What's the radio saying Larry?" Kim asked as she floored the beat up police cruiser.

"I'm not sure, but I think it said an officer few into a manure truck." Her cousin said.

"Do what?" Kim asked in disbelief.

"Manure is another term for,"

"I know what it is Larry! You keep proving you've got a pile of it for brains." Kim growled to herself. "He's close, I just know it. I can smell the bastard.

"Cuz, I believe that is highly,"

"Two choices Larry. You can shut up, or you can see if someone survives being thrown from a moving car." Kim said.

"All units, all units. Suspect, the Bandit, was last heading Eastbound. He should be hitting the interstate anytime now." An officer said.

"And we're on the Interstate. Oh, I can't wait to arrest that bastard. I'll shove his license plates so far down his throat, I'll have to take off his shoes to ring his neck." Kim said with sadistic glee.

"Kim, I'm starting to think that this pursuit might be affecting in a small way." Larry said.

"God, would it be murder or charity if I ran my cousin over?" she asked herself.

"So did I do good?" Ron asked the woman next to him.

"Not bad, Stoppable. It could have been better, but not bad for a beginner." Shego said with a smirk.

"Beginner? Beginner my ass, I was foiling your schemes since I was a freshman in High School." Ron said.

"One, those were Drakken's stupid ideas. And two, you were the distraction, Kimmie was the one that did the foiling." Shego said.

"Oh go ahead and spoil my fun." Ron mock pouted.

"Well, I'm about to spoil more of it. We got two smokies on our tail." Shego told him as she glanced in the rear view.

"Not again." Ron moaned.

"Any more ideas on how to lose them?" Shego asked.

"Not at the moment." Ron told her.

"Then it looks like its time for us to switch seats." Shego said.

"Sure, Shego. They're going to stop chasing us for a minute so we can switch seats." Ron said sarcastically.

"Ah, the force is strong in this one. Keep your foot on the gas lover boy" Shego said as she undid her seat belt.


"Trust me, Stoppable." Shego said as she slid across the seat, and began to straddle Ron's lap.

"Great view from back here." Ron said as he saw how tight Shego's pants really were as she sat in his lap.

"Ooh. Someone's enjoying this." she said with a smirk. "But you're going to have to slide over, Stoppable."

"Do I have to?" Ron whined.

"Sex while ditching the cops? As kinky as that sounds, I'm afraid you'll have to scoot over." Shego said, with Ron moving.

"Spoil sport." Ron said to her.

"Cyborg, are you out there?" Shego asked into the CB.

"About time you answered. News about what you did to the biker cop is all over the radio. What's your twenty?" Felix asked them.

"I'm coming up on mile marker 85." Shego said.

"All right, I know just where you are. Try and loose that smoky real quick, there's a convoy about four miles ahead of you." Felix said.

"Hot damn! Someone up there likes us. See you in a few Cyborg." Shego said and hung up the mic.

"I know I'm going to get slapped in the mouth for this, but hat's so great about a convoy?" Ron asked.

"Just watch and learn, monkey boy."

"Hey, that was low." Ron said.

"What was – oops! Sorry about that, I forgot." Shego said as she remembered Ron's phobia.

Shego pushed the car faster, and soon left the cops behind in a trail of dust. She knew they would catch up real soon, which is why she was happier than a pig in a mud puddle when she spotted the convoy.

"This here is the Bandit. Would y'all mind helping little ol' me out of a jam?" Shego asked over the radio.

"10-4 Bandit. This is the Snowman talking to ya. Cyborg just filled us in. We're openin' the gate, feel free to pull on in." the voice said as a truck hauling a Wal-Mart trailer slowly moved into Shego's lane and sped up a little bit.

"Now what?" Ron asked.

"Now we're fixing to be safer than we were in the womb." Shego said as she pulled into the empty spot, and watched as the trucker slowed down and drove right beside them.

Shego kept glancing at the truck beside her, mainly under it, to see what was passing. Ron kept looking at the spot Shego kept glancing to, and held his breath when he saw the lower part of the cop car begin to drive right beside the truck. Ron was scared that this was it, that they were finally going to be caught. His fear soon turned to disbelief as the cop car began to speed away, and took the nearest exit.

"I don't believe it." Ron said.

"What did I tell you?" Shego asked him with a smile.

"This is the Snowman, you're all clear Bandit. Make sure and do all of us proud." The trucker said.

"This here's Little Beaver, Bandit. Go and give em' hell like you always do!" the voice of a woman said over the radio.

The trucker veered off to the side and let Bandit pull safely out of the convoy before taking his spot back in the long line of truckers. Felix was soon driving right behind Shego and Ron as the truckers honked their horns and wishing the trio good luck.

"WHAT DO THOSE DIP SHITS MEAN THEY LOST HIM?" Kim screamed as they flew down the road.


"SHOVE IT, LARRY!" Kim screamed.

"All units, all units! We just got a big hot tip. The Bandit is heading for The Southern Classic. All available units are to immediately to pursuit the Bandit."

"HA HA! Now I've got you by the balls, and I'm going to be there to cut them off with a pair of pinking sheers!" Kim shouted with joy.

"Wouldn't a scalpel be a more appropriate tool?" Larry asked her.

"The pinking sheers will hurt more." Kim told him.

"Why would you ant it to hurt more?" Larry asked her.

"Why me, Lord?" Kim asked to the sky above her.

"How much further until we get to the Southern Classic?" Ron asked her.

"We still got a long way yet." Shego said.

"Then can I ask you something?" Ron asked her.


"If we win, will you go steady with me?" Ron asked her.

"I'll think about it." Shego said they flew down the road.

"This is the Silver Tongued Devil to the Bandit." A voice said on the radio.

"This is the Bandit, hat can I do for you?" Shego asked.

"I hate to rain on your parade, but I've got a big bad bear story for ya. You got a County Mounty road block about five miles ahead of you." The trucker said.

"Aw, crap. Not another one. Thanks for the update." Shego said.

"Again with the road blocks. So what is this wonder car going to do this time?" Ron asked her.

"Nothing right now. I've got one more trick left, but that won't help with a road block." Shego said. "Damn it. Cyborg, come back." Shego said.

"This is the Cyborg, talk to me."

"We've got a road block up ahead. They don't know you're tagging along with us, so you might want to get out of here. There's still a chance you can get there." Shego told him.

"Now wait just a damn minute. You two sons of bitches talked me into this bullshit, and there's a good chance my wife's filling out divorce papers right now! So I ain't giving up yet! If they haven't heard about me yet, then they're about to!" Felix said over the radio, and passed Shego and Ron to take the lead.

"Holy Shit, I think we're going to make it." Shego said with a laugh.

"I can just taste that beer now." Ron said.

"Don't you mean money?" Shego asked him.

"No, I'm thirsty! As soon as we stop, I'm taking a drink!" Ron said as the followed Felix.

"Okay men, this should be simple. We've got woods on either end of the road, so they can't do any of their fancy tricks. As soon as they stop, we drag their butts out of the car and arrest them." The sheriff said to his men.

"What if they don't stop?" one officer said.

"They will." The sheriff said as he cocked his twelve gauge shot gun.

"Twelve bucks says they stop." One deputy said to his partner.

"Fifty says they don't." his partner said.

"Would you two shut up?" the sheriff asked.

"Sheriff, I think I hear something coming." The deputy said.

"Remember, don't move until they stop." The sheriff said.

The sheriff looked down the road and saw a large big rig heading there way. It looked like he would have to flag this guy down and get him to pull over. He began to wave to the trucker, trying to let him know to slow down. The funny thing was, this guy wasn't lowing down but speeding up. The sheriff began waving faster at the driver, trying to tell him to pull over, but the driver wasn't responding.

"Sheriff, I know you said not to move, but that guy looks like he ain't stopping." One deputy asked.

"You think we should move?" the other deputy asked.

"Unless you ant to be asphalt pizza, HIT THE DIRT YOU TURKEYS!" the sheriff shouted as they dove toward the side of the road.

"CHARGE!" Felix shouted as his truck plowed through the road block, sending the one of the cars flipping off to the side of the road while the two others flipped along the road like a rock down a hill. When the officers looked up, they saw the Bandit drive right on by.

"DAMN IT TO HELL! My car's still good; let's get that son of a bitch!" The sheriff said as he flew into the driver seat of his patrol car.

"Sheriff, wait! Your gun!" a deputy shouted as he tossed the shout gun through the window.

A loud blast was heard as the gun went off and blew out a part of the bottom of the car, with the sheriff howling in pain.

"MY FOOT! MY FOOT!" the sheriff screamed.

"You think I'm in trouble?" the deputy asked his partner.

"YOU'RE FIRED!" the sheriff screamed.

"I think that's a maybe." The partner replied as a whole line of cop cars that was almost a mile long passed by, along with a broken down POS driven by a red head bring up the rear.

"Hey Ron, remember that last trick I said?" Shego asked.

"Yeah." Ron said.

"Do me a favor and pull the emergency break." Shego said.

"You better know what you're doing." Ron mumbled as he yanked the break upwards.

The license plate in the back opened and several spikes fell onto the road, almost looking like a deadly set of jacks.

"Don't look back." Shego said.

Ron turned around in time to see four cop cars hit the spikes, and their tires become shredded rubber. To flipped over end over end before coming to a stop while the other two tried to skid to a stop and hit the two flipped cars. Soon, cruiser after police cruiser started piling on top of each other, creating a small mountain of twisted metal and smoke, with several sirens dying out with their last breath. A few of the dazed officer began to stagger out as the few remaining cruisers went around the car pile and continue the chase while others looked to see what the hell had happened.

"They broke my watch!" one officer cried out as a POS cruiser drove by, still holding up the rear.

"Was that Kim Possible?" one officer asked.

"Did you see that Piece of Shit? There ain't no way in hell a girl like her would be caught dead driving something like that." Another officer said.

"You know Daddy, I don't think they're going to make it." Little Enos said as he took a puff on his cigar, and straitening his tie that matched his blue rhinestone cowboy style suit.

"Now you just wait and don't count your chickens before they hatch. Remember the last time you thought that?" Big Enos asked, wearing the same, but slightly larger, blue rhinestone suit.

"I remember. Cost me a shit load of pocket change that time." Little Enos said as they watched the cars race in front of them.

"HERE THEY COME!" someone shouted from the stands.

When they heard the loud honk of a big rig getting closer by the second, Little Enos started getting a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"I knew it! I knew history would repeat itself!" Big Enos said with a loud laugh and a shit eating grin.

"Something tells me this day just went straight to hell in a hand basket." Little Enos said as they stood and watched where the commotion was coming from.

Felix was shouting and hooting like crazy as they came to the entrance of the Southern Classic and plowed right through the locked gates and making people dive out of the way. Instead of flowing the way of traffic that the signs said to go, they cut though all the orange cones and barrier tape and straight toward the racing track. There in the center of the track, sitting at a covered table with an elaborate lunch were the fat man a shrimp themselves. Felix plowed through the track, making a few of the racers veer off and slam on their breaks, and parked the big rig right in front of their two benefactors. Shego and Ron pulled up right beside Felix's big rig, whooping and hollering up a storm.

"WE DID IT! WE DID IT!" Ron was shouting as he hoped out, and spun Shego around in a huge hug while Felix was laughing like a maniac and carrying his dog Fred.

"You sure did it all right. You even beat the original record by an hour." Big Enos said.

"We brought the beer, so does that mean you hold up your end?" Ron asked them.

"That's right. You all get the money wired to your accounts, and Shego's record never happened.

Shego shouted with glee and kissed Ron in a deep passionate kiss. Big and Little Enos did their best not to laugh while the two swapped spit.

"Okay, but we're in trouble and we need a way out of here." Felix said.

"Take my Cadillac, I've got more than enough to spare." Big Enos said and tossed the keys to Shego as she and Ron broke their kiss.

"How about double or nothing?" Little Enos asked them.

The trio looked at each other for a brief second, and all three flipped Little Enos off at the same time.

"We might be dumb, but we're not that dumb." Ron said as he climbed into the passenger seat of the Cadillac convertible while Shego took the driver's seat and Felix took the back.

"Well, I might be. I found out that Fred is a Fredina. Now I'm going to have to call her Paddle Foot." Felix said, causing his two friends to laugh as they drove off.

"They have to be the craziest sons of bitches I ever met." Big Enos said to his son.

"What do you expect? Her daddy is the one that made this run in the first place. And you still owe me 900 from that bet." Little Enos said.

"Shit, I thought you forgot about that." Big Enos said.

"Not a chance." Little Enos replied.

Shego, Ron, and Felix were laughing a mile per minute until they swerved at the last minute to miss the incoming police cars, and watched as one side swiped Kim and ran her off into a ditch.

"Larry, arrest that bastard!" Kim shouted at Larry.

"But cuz,"

"JUST DO IT!" Kim screamed at him, making the young man leave the car and walk toward the parked police cruiser that ran them off the road.

"Watch this." Shego snickered as she picked up the mic to the Cadillac's CB radio. "Kim possible, pick up." Shego said.

"Who is this?" Kim asked.

"This is none other than the Bandit."

"Where are you, you son of a bitch?" Kim asked.

"Before I say where I am, I just want to congratulate you. I have been chased by the best, and you just put them to shame, Miss Possible. You've made all of them look like they were running in slow motion. It's been an honor."

"Why thank you, Mr. Bandit. Now allow me to dignify that with, WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU, YOU SON OF A BITCH?" Kim demanded.

"I'm down there in the arena. I'm a six foot, five inch, tall man standing next to a dwarf wearing the most hideous suit you've ever seen." Shego aid with a smile, but it only got broader as she turned back to Kim and brought the mic back to her mouth.

"Now I can't do that. You're just too good an officer. Turn around and look to your left, Princess."

"No way." Kim said in a low voice as she slowly turned to the left to see who was behind her.

When she saw who was in the car, her eyes almost popped out of her head as she sounded like she was trying to swallow her own throat. For a moment, the look on her face had made it seem like the entire shock of the situation had made her shit herself.

"Now if you'll excuse me, Kimmie; Ron and I have a date at a drive through wedding chapel in Vegas." Shego said with a smile.

"Really?" Ron asked her.

"You bet your ass, lover boy." She told him.

"No hard feelings, Kim!" Ron said as they sped off down the road.

"NO WAY IN HELL! I'M NOT DONE YET! YOU GET YOUR FUCKING ASS BACK HERE YOU BITCH! BASTARD! WHATEVER THE HELL YOU ARE! I'M NOT GIVING UP YET! I'M NOT GIVING UP!" Kim screamed as she backed the POS out, and turned it towards the direction the trio had fled.

As she cursed and screamed profanity at them, Larry was running after Kim's car while trying to flag her down.

"Cuz, wait! Wait up! I've still got to tell you about my fan fiction I posted!"

"Eastbound and Down, loaded up and truckin'.

We gonna do what they say can't be done.

We've got a long way to go, and a short time to get there.

I'm eastbound, Just watch ol' Bandit run!

"Keep your foot hard on the pedal,

Son, never mind them brakes.

Let it all hang out 'cause we got a run to make.

Those boys are thirsty in Atlanta,

And there's beer in Texarkana,

And we'll bring it back no matter what it takes.

"Eastbound and Down, loaded up and truckin'.

We gonna do what they say can't be done.

We've got a long way to go, and a short time to get there.

I'm eastbound, Just watch ol' Bandit run!

"Old Smokey's got them ears on,

He's hot on your trail,

He ain't gonna rest 'til you're in jail.

So you got to dodge him,

You got to duck him.

You've got to keep that diesel truckin'

Just put that hammer down and give it hell.

"Eastbound and Down, loaded up and truckin'.

We gonna do what they say can't be done.

We've got a long way to go, and a short time to get there.

I'm eastbound, Just watch ol' Bandit run!

That's it for the story, and I hope you all have enjoyed it.

Now, on to the previews!!!!

"Oh no! KP, it isn't!"

"I'm afraid so, Ron."

It's one of the most frightening moments of the year.

"Not that! Not that! "Not,"

"Science Fair, people! And this time, I'm not assigning partners."


So Ron turns to the only people he knows that can help him.

"Let me get this straight. You want us to help you with your science fair project?" the older man asked him.

"Yeah. You know, I don't blab about your plans or your hideout in return. I thought we could use something from my great granddad's journal." Ron said as he produced a very old and dusty manuscript.

"Dr. Fronk-En-Steen? Who's that?" the scientist asked.

"Dr. D, it's pronounced Frankenstein." The pale skinned villainess corrected.

"Oh. OH! Yes! There is a Santa Claus!" the blue skinned doctor cheered.

Of course, not everything goes to plan.

"Dr. D. Are you telling me you put an abnormal brain in a seven and a half foot, sixty-two inch wide, GORIILA? IS THAT WHAT YOU'RE TELLING ME?" the villainess screamed as she began to strangle her employer.

"Stoppable! Giver her the UG! Give her the!"

From the warped mind that gave you Eastbound and Down


A KP/Young Frankenstein Fusion

But only one thing has made him question that;

The one woman he ever loved.

Now time has thrown them together again, and will forever change their lives.

A secret will be revealed.

"Bruce, I should have told you a long time ago." She said as she fought back the tears.

"I wish you had, too." He said as he remained in the shadows.

"Just don't let her become involved with this kind of life. That's all I ask."

A Hero will evolve.

"Ron, I've never trained this hard before." She said as she stretched her sore muscles.

"Do you want to stop?" he asked her.

"Not even if you begged." She said with a smirk.

And a Legacy shall live on.

The laughter stopped erupting from his pale face as he saw the large shadow over him. It was impossible; he had him on the ground in front of him. So who was behind him? As he turned, he saw something terrifying in the darkness. Something that would not stop until it got it's revenge.



One so great, that it has brought two legends together.

And the only way they'll win the fight, is if they join forces.

"I work alone." The figure growled from behind his cowl.

"So do I, but it looks like we don't have a choice." The figure said through the red sash that covered the lower half of his face.

Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men?

They Do.

Batman & The Shadow

Shadows of the Knight

A story by FAH3 & StarDragon77

And last but not least.

"I'm so very disappointed in you my son. In your every attempt at villainy, you have failed miserably." Senor Senior said to his son.

"I almost succeeded with Miss Shego in stealing that cookie recipe. But you sabotaged,"

"THAT DOES NOT COUNT!" the old man said, and gathered himself. "Is there anything you can do, son?"

"How about rigged race?" Junior asked his father.

"Now, a simple race is nothing. Something on a much more grander scale. Maybe a race from California to Florida. Yes, a cross country race with a two million dollar grand prize. And it shall be arranged to where you shall win the prize money." Senor Senior said.

"But pop, there is no race like that anymore."

"So? Buy one." Senor Senior said.

"Of course!" Junior said.


"How have you been doing since your nervous breakdown, Miss Possible?" Dr. Director asked the young redhead.

"You mean besides my best friend being a partner in my arch enemy's latest scheme, humiliating me, not being able to arrest them because of crooked politics, and then both of them getting married? I'm fine." Kim said as she painted on a picture, and then threw the brush at a fly on a near by tree.

Dr. Director's eye widened when she saw the brush handle was embedded into the tree trunk like a knife.

"Well, Global Justice needs your help." The older woman said.


"Hey, lover boy." Shego said as she sat on her husband's lap, wearing a very skimpy bikini.

"What can I do for you, gorgeous?" Ron asked his wife.

"I found the perfect anniversary gift. Remember that little run from Texas to Georgia?" she asked him.

"Maybe." Ron said.

"How about a race from California to Florida?" she asked him.

And Open Road.

What more could you ask for?


A KP/Cannon Ball Run fusion