A/N: I am not sure how many of you will like this style as it is written similarly to Who Framed Roger Rabbit? and various Warner Brothers cartoons, i.e. the characters are aware that they are cartoons. I hope that you might give it a chance, though.

Disclaimer - I don't own what doesn't belong to me.


"One more episode! They couldn't have given me one more episode!" Ron Stoppable complained as he watched his dressing room be cleared out.

"At least we got a last episode," Kim Possible tried to console him, though she could emphasize. It seemed only yesterday that they were making the pilot. She remembered her excitement when she found out that they earned a second season, but here they were post-season four and under 90 episodes. If they could have only have made it to 100, they would have made that cartoon milestone, but what can you do? Actually, the series had stopped with So the Drama, but Disney had decided to give them another season. It felt harder for everyone after the second ending, but at least now they all knew what to expect.

Ron, meanwhile, was not ready to accept so soon of a second retirement. "But it was the last episode!" he said helplessly. "No more adventures, no spin-offs, not even a theatrical movie!" He winced as the movers took his souvenirs from Bueno Nacho, and he laid a hand over his heart. "I'm so glad Rufus isn't here to witness this."

Kim rolled her eyes, but she squeezed his shoulder compassionately. "Those are going to your place. Anyway, just think of how many shows and cartoons never get a finale! No resolution at all! They just reach the last aired episode, and the audience is left to wonder. We got two finales."


"At least you can always order from Taco Bell and make homemade nacos," Kim pointed out.

Ron snorted. "I don't tell you to eat arsenic."

Kim shook her head. Ron would have to get over this himself. She could remember how Oscar Proud had reacted when The Proud Family ended, but he eventually enjoyed his new life. Ron would come around. He was an easy-going, devil-may-care guy after all.

As the movers wheeled out his supply of his signature clothing, Kim took Ron's hand in hers and led him past the workmen and into the hallway. She headed in the opposite direction of the moving van, but Ron kept his eyes trained on his things as long as he could before the teenagers themselves exited the studio building.

The slight collection of clouds in the sky promised a pleasant day in the park or a nice drive through town, and Kim hinted at the possibilities as they walked around Disney property, but Ron merely talked about the cartoon park in Middleton. Kim left him alone in thoughts and headed toward the parking area. As they went, the two were greeted by different staff members of the show: engineers, script-writers, animators, musicians, and more. They gave the teenagers congratulations, and Kim returned it with wishing them luck in new employment. Ron was stone silent, still brooding, but the staff had worked with him long enough to understand his behavior and so took no offense.

Soon they were in the parking lot, and she drove Ron to the resident building that Disney had arranged for them. While maintaining an entire cartoon universe for an ended show was often viewed as a waste of money, Disney did not merely dump its characters in most cases. There was always a chance that they might still be profitable in the future. Therefore, the main characters were given a complex all to themselves, including the villains. Of course, many were villains in real life as well as on-camera, though their off-camera relationship with the heroes were a little less hostile than their T.V. interaction. Still, it was tough being a villain when no one paid you to be evil. As a result many of them had agreed to the cease-fire between heroes and villains, and they had grudgingly lived together so far without mishap. Things went best when both sides kept to themselves.

Disney did not get them all their own houses. Houses were for movie characters. Castles were for movie characters. Beach front property were for movie characters. T.V. characters just shared an apartment building.

As Kim drove up, she spotted different faces as they went about their new lives. Killigan, with his back towards the arriving purple car, was heading toward the bus stop with his gulf clubs. The tweebs had reported that he had been gulfing with Mortimer Mouse, Mickey Mouse's rival. Kim could also see Junior and Bonnie were strolling around the pool arm-in-arm, totally lost to the world in their duo self-centerness, which nearly resulted in Hank Perkins being knocked into the pool as he was cleaning it. Hank, while not a main character, was allowed to stay because he was the only one of the residents who was willing to act as the building's caretaker. When Kim had asked him why, he had replied that it was profitable to show Disney that he was not a free-loader, which insured the survival of his business as villainy consultant. He already had clients such as Jafar, Captain Hook, Ursula, Yzma, and, rumor had it, Syndrome.

Hank gave a cheerful wave to Kim as she dragged Ron to the stairs. Putting her foot on the first step, she reflected on Hank. He was not evil-evil, at least not in the stereotypical way that the script-writers had satired, but he could just as easily be a hero consultant if he thought there was good money in it. As she continued the climb to their floor, she felt a little sorry that Hank had only appeared in two episodes. He might have had some interesting character development.

She reached the door of the Possibles' residence and invited Ron in, but he refused. "Not while the naco is still strong in my memory," he said with a face so serious that Kim did not know whether to laugh or to sigh. Instead she gave him her condolences as he sulked into his own residence, which was directly opposite to hers. He closed the door behind him without a backwards glance, and Kim sighed.

"One good thing about the show's ending," said a familiar voice, "is that the script-writers won't waste time making his petty problems into a subplot."

Kim bit back her retort as she remembered the terms of the cease fire and turned to face the newcomer. "It's hard on us all, Shego. Ron will adjust."

The dark-haired supervillainess tilted her head to the side. A jaded smirk appeared on her greenish features. "Like he did the first time when he groveled to Mickey Mouse to talk to the C. E. O.?"

Kim winced, but she folded her arms, ready to defend Ron. "He settled in eventually."

"After the mouse signed a restraining order."

"At least Ron did not try to blow Mickey's house up to get a fourth season."

"Doctor D. didn't grovel."

"Until the police came."

"You have your freak; I have mine."


Shego merely rolled her eyes. "Anyway," she said, holding her arms akimbo, "Drakken has some other plan to get us another season, but I'm sure Disney will have you stop him regardless."

Kim raised an eyebrow. "So, why tell me?"

"Because, unlike him, I can get used to living somewhere rent-free." Shego boredly looked at her watch before turning away. "I'd love to chat, Kimmy, but I'm meeting Malificent at the nail salon." Without another word the villainess turned the corner, and Kim soon heard her footsteps descending the stairs.

Kim pondered it over as she entered her apartment and headed for her bedroom, which the studio had been nice enough to arrange like her previous one. She kicked off her shoes and flopped onto her pink-covered bed. Laying her head on the heel of her hand, she thought of Drakken and the others. She supposed the series ending was harder on the villains than the heroes. A cartoon hero had a "happily ever after" to look forward to: doing the things you love, being with the people you love, having the careers you love. Even if you had a sequel where your happy ending became sour, you would usually get an even better one by the end or at least go back to your previous one.

As she gently kicked her legs back and forth in the air, she considered what her on-camera foes had to look forward to. They were created to be evil like she was created to be good, and they had to join life like the other inactive Disney villains. Of course, her foes were T.V. villains, not movies villains, and so had inferior rank to the more famous and more powerful ones like Jafar or Maleficent, who did not like them causing trouble in their territories.

Drakken, she figured, did not like that his chances of world domination were thwarted so completely. Sure, she beat him in every episode that he appeared, but there had always been the next adventure to look forward to, both on and off the set. Now the Kim Possible world was tucked away in the Disney files, and he could not conquer this world without a fight from all the other Disney characters, evil and good. Sure, he might succeed in detonating Mickey's garage or holding Donald Duck hostage, but not only would Kim Possible be there to stop him, but also Mr. Incredible, Aladdin and Genie, Tarzan, Basil the Great Mouse Detective, and others. So, it was either keep annoying people who could hurt him or get a day job, neither of which would suit the conceited blue man. It was no wonder that he kept wanting to bring the show back--to get that one chance to have a fair game again and maybe once, just once, to take over their cartoon world, if only for a moment.

Shego, on the other hand, had that ability to connect with the greater Disney villains. She stole for the fun of it, and she did not try to proclaim herself world leader. She always seemed to be on the crooked path merely to enjoy the ride, not because she had a cause worth fighting for. Shego could survive, and she would have to be there for Drakken, if only to keep him from getting beaten up by everyone else.

Kim rolled over and got to her feet and went to her window, which overlooked the grassy lawn. She saw DNAmy skipping among her mutated babies. While disturbed, Amy was harmless as long as she had something to amuse herself. Since her debut she had made a nice profit genetically altering the animal sidekicks of villains who were more than willing to make their pets stronger and faster in order to get an advantage over their respective opponents. Disney had also allowed her to alter animated animals for her own amusement--as long as they were not talking animals. Amy had been happy about getting paid for her hobby, though she did often cast a wistful glance at Bambi.

Thinking of DNAmy made Kim think of Monkey Fist. The kung fu expert was not a resident of the complex, perhaps due to the presence of his once canon girlfriend. Since his last episode she had not seen much of the English lord. She had once expected him to try to join up with the Mulan characters, or at least the Tarzan group, but neither had reported seeing him, nor had anyone else in a while. She was beginning to get worried for him.

Kim moved away from the window and sat down at her white computer. Well, Middleton was gone, along with all the KP colleges, so she would have to apply to a cartoon university here. She had already looked at different ones like Mickey Mouse U. and Disney Princess Institute, but so far none of them really seemed to suit her, though she did fill out applications for what she had come across. She opened up her Internet and started her search again. She found a webpage for a college in Florida, but as she scanned the page, her thoughts drifted to Monkey Fist again.

Drakken was and would always be considered her arch-foe, but of all the show's villains Kim had liked watching the episodes with Monkey Fist the best. Not only did they allow Ron to shine, but the storyline was a nice touch to the series. Drakken had the more cartoony air which made their viewers laugh, but in his unintended rivalry with Ron, Monkey Fist added a new depth which the more serious-minded teenager enjoyed. She had been disappointed with how the script-writers resolved their conflict with him. They could have "redeemed" him as they did with Drakken, but instead they turned him into stone. Of course, it was not as hard for her as for his fans because she knew the real Monty Fiske had been backstage sipping a brandy while the stone replica sank into the trapdoor beneath the stage. Still, she wished that they had dealt differently with his character.

She thought of his future as she leaned back in her purplish chair. For a backstory he had had a royal title, prestige, a career, and a global following where both she and her cousin Larry admired and respected him, but, of course, he threw it away in his obsession with monkeys and kung fu. The script-writers had never explained how the obsession originated, so even he did not know. If he did not fully understand his past, how would it affect his future?

He might hire himself out as a body guard for a wicked monarch or usurper, she decided, or he might--

"Kimmy cub," her mother called. "The pizza's here."

Kim exited her window, amazed at how much time had flown. As she stood up, the Kimmunicator beeped out her famous ringtone. How she would miss that! She pulled out the device but instead of finding a video link with Wade, it was a text message from Chris Bailey, the KP director.

It's 12:53. Do you know where your villains are?

She opened up the screen keyboard feature and used her arrow keys to make a reply.

Not again...

In a moment she received his response.

Can you come over here and take out the trash?

She sent an affirmative and pulled out her car keys. As she left the apartment, she gave a quick explanation to Dr. Ann Possible, who said she would put Kim's slice in the microwave.

Soon she was back in her car, driving to Chris's residence. Their former director did not say which enemy was bothering him, but Kim could guess. The villain would have to adjust. They would all have to adjust.

It was often assumed that since T.V. heroes were good and the villains were bad, they always had 100 percent hatred for the other 24/7. After all, the movie heroes usually finished off their foes in the films, and the movie villains were forevermore hostile towards them in the resulting franchise. They spent a few days fighting each other in the story, the villains get defeated, and everybody collected their paychecks. The heroes usually went on being good, and the villains went on being bad, unless they were reformed like Iago and Anatasia Tremaine. But... it was different with T.V. show characters. Sure, you still hated each other, and you would never hang out without a fee, like in "Stop Team Go", but you could find more... pity for your foe. You spent more screen time together than movie characters, and often different traits were unearthed that let you think they could still be redeemable.

She found she could pity each of them, even Drakken and Shego.

They would just have to adjust...