Epilogue

The next evening found Ron and Kim enjoying a delicious meal at Chez Couteaux, sans coupons or crayons, just as Ron had promised.

"Well, Ron, as totally awkweird as that sitch was, Dad and I still get to keep that money we won on Who Wants To Be A Trillionaire. He says he wants me to use it for college next year."

"Yeah, that's what my Dad wants me to do too. I, uh, won the Grand Prize on America's Most Facetious Home Videos for "Boy Lose Pants."

Kim laughed as she blushed a gentle shade of pink. "Well, at least I didn't win for "Baby Takes A Bath!" That would have been even more embarrassing for me than you!"

"Yeah, I'm kinda used to that by now." He took a quick look under the table just to make sure his pants were indeed still on.

"Oh, and great job on winning the Regionals today. You and Bonnie just left the competition in the dust!"

Kim toyed with her food. "Thanks, Ron. Compared to yesterday, that was like a walk in the park. And I'm glad they switched the location to Lowerton, but I still can't figure out why Bonnie totally freaked when that police car cruised by so slowly."

"Hmm, dunno. Maybe guilty about something?" Ron quickly looked down at his plate, suddenly fascinated with its design. Then he let out a long breath. "Kim, I've been meaning to tell you about a few things that happened during yesterday's sitch. During the James Blond movie, Shego and I, uh, kinda . . ."

"Kissed? Yeah, I know. And Yori. And Bonnie, more than once. And then there was that sitch with Dr. Zita, not to mention Sheila the Leopard Girl . . ."

"But Kim!" Ron yelled. "She was you! Not my fault!"

Kim smiled. "Calm down, Double Uh Oh. I just wanted to see if you'd 'fess up. Wade explained the whole Magnatronic-Pesonality-Analyzer-derived-from-Moodulator-technology sitch to me. Remember that I was under its influence too, and not for the first time either."

Her thoughts drifted back to the sitch where she had majorly crushed on Ron thanks to the Moodulator, and Shego had likewise crushed on Drakken. Kim shuddered involuntarily at the thought of that.

"But now we have the real thing, Ron, and I don't want something that happened under the influence of some weird technology getting in the way of our relationship."

Ron visibly relaxed as he breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks, Kim. Oh, and by the way, if you don't mind me asking, heh-heh, how did you find out?"

"The Tweebs TiVo'd everything." A wicked smile played at her lips. "Just wait till I show you what happened to Bonnie, Drakken and Shego. You will just die . . ."

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Later that night, Ron and Kim tried to catch up on all the other shows everyone else had been trapped in. Kim had banished the Tweebs from the room, but they still tried to hang around on the stairs, peeking through the banister as the TiVo replayed everyone's recent adventures.

A commercial then appeared, featuring Dr. Possible. As soon as the iconic whistling began, Dr. P rushed into the room to stop it, but it was too late.

Tim then asked, "Hey Dad, what's E.D.?"

Everyone's conversation came to a sudden stop, as all eyes turned to Dr. P. He began to turn bright red as he answered, "Uh, I'll tell you when your older." Then he mumbled, "Nothing wrong with my rockets . . ."

Mrs. Dr. P came up behind him and put her hands on his shoulders, as she whispered in his ear, "Oh, don't I know it, dear . . ." She began walking up the staircase, then stopped, turning her head around to give him a knowing look.

Dr. P then announced, "Well, everyone, time for me to turn in. And time for bed, you two. It's way past your bedtime." The Tweebs whined in unison.

He followed Mrs. Dr. P up the stairs as he thought to himself, "Yup, rockets are go . . ."

Kim and Ron giggled as they resumed watching the recordings, but exhaustion soon caught up with them, and they began to doze off in each other's arms. Even Rufus was tuckered out, and he began to snore softly.

Ron woke up as Kim stirred slightly. "Hey, KP. Thanks for sharing the videos, but I think it's time for me to say goodnight. See ya' tomorrow?"

Kim yawned as she sleepily responded, "Sure thing, James . . ." and gave him one last longing kiss goodnight.

As Ron walked to his scooter, he thought back over the evening's recordings. There were many choice moments, but one stood out from all the rest: the iconic image of Shego, one glove raised with plasma activated, and a white mustache adorning her upper lip. Beneath the shot was the caption, "Got milk?"

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Ron soon puttered back home, pleased that everything was once again cool with Kim. He snickered at how wonderfully ironic it was that Drakken's evil plans had once again backfired so incredibly. He was also glad that Wade had been able to transfer all of it to DVD for posterity. He sighed and smiled as he walked up to his front door. Then he noticed that something had been left underneath the welcome mat.

Stuck under the mat were two roses, one green, the other black. A note was attached. He uneasily opened the note and began to read.

Thanks for the kiss. Moodulator or not, I really had wanted to do that for a long time.

Later, Tiger.

S

The bottom of the note was adorned with the imprint of a kiss made with black lipstick.

Ron felt the blood drain from his face. "Uh, oh . . ."

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The space-time continuum had been restored, and all was well in Middleton once again. But somewhere within the recesses of an archived TV series, two pieces of errant technology, complete with their batteries, appeared in a nameless lair. The villain immediately realized what they were, and what he would do next. He turned to his red-haired feline companion as his maniacal laugh echoed throughout the dark lair . . .

The End . . . for now . . .

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Author's Notes:

Well, my friends, as they say, it's a wrap! It was really hard to end this whacked-out sitch, since I was having so much fun writing it and so many of you were enjoying it. But sooner or later, as the saying goes, all good things must come to an end. At first I had planned on just a few chapters, but as one idea led to another, and with some great suggestions from you all, it quickly grew in scope. But at last, my first of hopefully many stories is now complete. Many, many thanks to all who have taken the time to read and review. Now I need to catch up with everyone else's sitches!

Originally I had planned parodies of other shows/movies as well (The X-Files, Buffy The Vampire Slayer, The Invaders, Capricorn One, Wheel of Fortune, even Pinky and the Brain), but I decided to stick with the shows that gave me the best opportunities for humor, while keeping the basic plot line going with at least some sense of continuity. Many of you also threw out some great ideas, but my unfamiliarity with some shows (plus a desire to keep the story from getting too long) prevented me from developing many of them. But rest assured that many plot bunnies remain alive and well in my mind! Also, I really did try to keep within the spirit of a Season 4 episode without getting too OOC (with a few minor deviations, of course!).

So what's next? Well, there may be a rejected chapter or two of this story that may work as one-shots, and I fully plan on continuing my little cliffie that I just left you with. But first, I'll be revising the very first story I had started: Across The Stars. This will be a full-blown space opera picking up right after the series finale. Unfortunately, my computer had died and took the Prologue with it. But this was a blessing in disguise, since I've been able to cut my teeth on the present story, and feel much more capable of doing a good job. Also, there will be a certain event in this story which will play a critical part in Across The Stars . . .

I hope you've all enjoyed reading this as much as I have enjoyed writing it. So until the next sitch . . .

MA