Kim Possible and all related characters are the property of Disney. Buckaroo Banzai and all related characters are the property of Earl Mac Rauch and W.D. Richter.

This story takes place two weeks after "In the Name of the Father."


Drew Lipsky, the blue skinned man once known as the villainous Dr. Drakken, could only stare in wonderment at the sight before him. It was an old, nonfunctional device, but that didn't make the oscillation overthruster any less impressive. Built in 1984 from designs based on the original prototype built in 1938, this device could allow an object to phase through solid matter by piercing the very fabric of inter-dimensional space; punching a hole into the 8th Dimension. To Drew's old super villain instincts, it was almost too much to pass up. Drew, as if on autopilot, reached for the display case.

"No," an authoritative voice said. Drew was snapped out of his trance and turned to look at the source of that voice. A woman in a black and green pantsuit was walking up to him very quickly.

"But, pookums," he stammered, "I was just-"


"But I wasn't going to-"


"Ngggggggggg, fine!" Drew averted his gaze and pouted. "You're no fun anymore, you know that, Sheila."

"That's not what you said the other night," the former Shego said in a husky voice. "And besides, how much fun would it be to swipe this doohicky, get caught by Kimmie, Global Justice or the original owners, go back to prison, and have our son taken from us!?"

Drew sheepishly looked over at his wife. "I, uh, I guess I didn't think about that part."

"We have to think about that part, Drew! It's not just about us anymore. We have to think about what's best for our son. And forgive me, but I don't think life as a super villain on the run is in Joey's best interests." Sheila took a calming breath and reached for Drew's hand. "I know you weren't going to do anything, but I know that the temptation is there. And like I said, we have to think about Joey now. Like it or not, us sticking to the straight and narrow is better for him."

"Not to mention more profitable for us," Drew added.

"So true. We'll have enough for that Tahitian cruise in no time!"

"Second honeymoon here we come!" Drew exclaimed.

"Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Lipsky," a brunette woman in a blue suit asked. "I take it you've had enough time to survey the exhibit?"

"Just finished the first sweep, Doc," Sheila said. Since giving up her life of crime, Sheila Gordon-Lipsky has been the owner and operator of Gordon Security Consultants. Now when she broke into a top secret lab, it was at the lab's invitation, and it was there to test out the existing security systems. Nine times out of ten, those systems were replaced by one of Drew's creations. So far, no one had been able to bypass one of his devices; a far cry from the success rate he had as a villain bent on world domination. Today the Lipskys were at the Middleton Tech Museum checking the security for a very unique exhibit.

"Excellent," the museum's curator Dr. Anders said. "The oscillation overthruster exhibit is protected by systems the Banzai Institute was nice enough to provide, as well as our own security. But we felt you would be able to give us a bit more piece of mind. Even though this device doesn't work anymore, we're sure it's something many of your former colleagues would love to get their hands on. Especially that short, helmet wearing fellow. We figured you might have a unique insight into the super villain mindset."

A sly grin crossed Sheila's lips. "Oh don't worry about Professor Dementor. We have a special surprise for him."


A pleasant aroma drew Kim Stoppable out of her deep slumber. It was a smell she normally associated with her husband, and for a moment she thought that maybe Ron had gotten up early and prepared a surprise breakfast. A quick glance over to her right showed that Ron was still in bed, and still very much asleep. His mouth was hanging wide open and light snores were escaping from it. Above Ron's head was his naked mole rat Rufus, as dead to the world as his person was.

Poor thing has been burning the candle at both ends, Kim thought as she quietly slipped out of bed and into her bathrobe. To prepare for a visit from Martin Smarty, Ron had been working from five until ten in the morning at the Mega Smarty Mart, attending advanced summer classes at the Upperton Institute for the Culinary Arts from eleven until four, and then it was back to the pet department to make sure everything was ready for Mr. Smarty's visit. Some nights he wouldn't get home until well after midnight. That hectic schedule, in addition to a few late night missions, ensured that the last two weeks were very long for one Ron Stoppable. Well, it's all over now. The visit was yesterday, it went well, and Ron has today off. All he has to worry about is school and catching up on some sleep. Kim let the pleasant smell enter her nostrils once more. I guess our new boarder decided to cook this morning.

When Kim entered the kitchen, her suspicions were confirmed. Sitting at the table, with a plate of pancakes and scrambled eggs in front of her, was Kim's best girlfriend Monique. "Morning, Mon," Kim said.

"Morning, Kim," Monique replied. "I know I'm no SCIT, but there's plenty of food here. Dig in."

"I'm gonna go out on a limb and guess that 'SCIT' is Monique Speak for 'Super Chef In Training,'" Kim said as she fixed her plate.

"On the nose, girl."

"You know, Mon, you didn't have to do this."

"I know," Monique said. "But I saw how dead on his feet Ron's been lately. I thought he could use a break from cooking all our meals. So, breakfast is served! Besides, I don't want to be a total leech, like other house guests you've had recently." Kim groaned at the mention of Bonnie Senior, and how she was played by her former high school rival. "Girl, why did you let her get away like that, anyway?"

"I so didn't let her get away, Monique," Kim protested. "I was mentally exhausted from having that mind control chip on me and being hooked into that Bebe thing. And Ron was wiped out from fighting those robot versions of me. We were in no shape to go after Bonnie when she skipped out." Kim took a bite of her eggs. "This is really good," she said. "Anyway, Global Justice has the island under constant surveillance. When Bonnie and Junior slip up, we'll be there to take them down."

"Still sounds like they got off scott free," Monique grumbled. "A privately owned tropical island sure isn't the kind of prison that'll deter the bad guys."

"Can we please change subjects?" Kim asked. She really didn't want to talk about the Bonnie sitch anymore.

"To what?"

"Well, like what are your plans for the day?"

"Real fun stuff," Monique replied dryly. "Go to the housing department at school and see why I haven't gotten my dorm assignment yet."

"Something I'm glad I never had to deal with," Kim said. "I did the whole roommate thing at Fort Campbell. I like rooming with Ron better."

"I'll bet you do."

Kim gave her best girlfriend a sly look. "Anyway, good luck with that, Mon."

"Good luck with what?" a sleepy voice asked. "And what smells so badically delicious?"

"Mmmm, yummy," a very animated naked mole rat on Ron's shoulder squeaked.

"Morning sleepyhead," Kim said, before kissing her only partially awake husband on the cheek. "Monique made breakfast this morning, so it's actually edible."

"You didn't have to do that, Mon." Ron yawned.

"It was the least I could do, what with you two taking me in and all."

"No big, Monique," Kim said. "What are friends for?"

"Still, you didn't have to do this," Monique insisted. A few days after the Bonnie sitch, Monique's 'rents moved to their new home in Colorado Springs, where Monique's mom had gotten a higher paying job. Kim and Ron had offered to let their friend stay with them until she could move into the dorms at the start of the semester. She should have gotten her room assignment when she got her class schedule. Now Monique had to go see what the hold up was.

"Again I say, it's no big, Monique. Unlike past house guests, we invited you to stay here."

"Yeah," Ron added between bites of his eggs, which were now covered in Diablo sauce. "Besides, you don't sit around all day eating our food, watching daytime TV, plotting our downfall, and expecting us to clean up after you. It's all good." Ron shot Monique a look. "Well, except for the whole Pain King thing."

"Pain King, blech!" Rufus agreed before he dove into a mountain of pancakes.

"You're just bummed that Pain King cleaned Steel Toe's clock but good last weekend!"

"Hey, that fight was fixed!"

"Duh, Ron," an exasperated Kim interrupted, "it's pro wrestling! Of course it was fixed."

"You wound me, KP," Ron said, trying to sound hurt.

"Anyway," Monique said, "what plans do you have today, girl?"

Kim helped herself to more eggs. "I have a meeting with my graduation advisor, an early shift at the athletic center, a couple of classes, then I'm going to check on Tara and have lunch with my mom."

"It is so wrong that you're already gonna graduate," Monique pointed out. "You started a year after I did, and you're already gonna take the walk."

"The extra college credit was one of the only good things that came out of working with Fast Track," Kim said. "Add in all the summer classes I've been taking, and it's no big. Law school, on the other hand, might be big. A major big if I keep getting instructors like Dr. Hamner." Kim cringed a little. The professor for her summer rhetoric and debate class was seemingly singling Kim out for extra work and didn't hide his dissatisfaction with having her as a student, but she couldn't figure out why. Now I know how Ron felt with Mr. Barkin.


It had been a long time since Dr. Buckaroo Banzai last set foot on the University of Upperton campus; well over twenty years, in fact. I gave a commencement speech the last time I was here, he thought. He was a tall man with strong features, thinning grey hair and piercing eyes. Nowadays Buckaroo was just another face in the crowd, unlike he had been on his first visit to this institute of higher learning. Back then he couldn't go five feet without being recognized. But then again, Buckaroo Banzai had been a world renown neurosurgeon, rock star, globe trotting hero, and comic book icon. In his day, he had been more well known than any celebrity or world leader. But that was a long time ago. Now, he greatly enjoyed his anonymity.

I've missed this place, he thought. A little more reminiscing, and then it'll be time to get to work. I think I'll pay a visit to the neurology department before I get in contact Kim and Ron Stoppable. I'm going to need their help.


All in all, Kim was having a pretty good day. During the meeting with her graduation advisor, Kim was told that all she needed to do was order her cap and gown and send the invitations. Kim would get her degree in December.

Now that she was at work and there weren't a whole lot of people using the gym, she could hammer away at the punching bags as long as she wanted to without neglecting her duties. Slow days so have their advantages, she thought. There was a look Kim would get on her face when she was in the zone; a look that told her coworkers and the students using the gym to keep their distance, just in case. She had that look on her face right now, but not everyone was getting the message.

On the other side of the gym were two young men. One, a lanky, black haired man, was finishing up on the treadmill, while his brown haired companion was merely gawking at the women walking around in their workout clothes. "What did I tell you, Petey," the second man said, "we are in babe central!"

"No, Brian," Pete answered, "we're in sweat central. I came here to get a workout, not look at the scenery."

"I have failed you, my young squire," Brian said. "We're in the gym and all you want to do is exercise. Where did I go wrong?"

Just then Kim Stoppable walked across the room. Pete recognized her immediately from his days at Middleton High, and Brian's jaw hit the floor. "Now that's what I'm talking about! She is a workout hottie!"

"You're a pig, dude," Pete said.

"Says you and my last three dates." Brian stood up to follow Kim, only stopping when he saw her head into the women's locker room.

"Looks like Kim gave you the slip," Pete quipped.

"I've got some time. I'll just wait for her outside and sweep her off her feet! Pete, my boy, I'm about to show you how it's done." The fact that Pete had used the redhead's name finally filtered into Brian's seldom used cerebral cortex. "Wait a minute. Kim? Holy crap that was Kim Possible! I thought she looked familiar!" Brian's lewd grin grew even wider. "Man, this day just keeps getting better and better!"

"Brian, you're delusional. You don't have a snowball's chance in the Mojave at high noon with her."

"Oh really?" Brian had a devious glint in his eyes. "I'll bet you ten bucks I can get a date with her."

Pete got a devious look of his own. "Make it twenty."


True to his word, Brian was waiting outside the athletic center for Kim to emerge. Pete was right there with him, waiting to collect his twenty dollars. As soon as Kim walked out the main entrance, Brian made his move. "Hi, there," he said. "Brian Leer, at your service."

"Kim Stoppable, so not interested," Kim replied dryly.

"Told you," Pete laughed. Kim recognized his voice and smiled.

"Pete Peterson?" Pete nodded and Kim gave him a friendly hug. "I didn't know you went here!"

"Wait, you know her?" Brian asked. "You've been holding out on me!"

"Kim was in my graduating class at Middleton High, remember?" Pete answered. "You saw her at my graduation! She was giving that speech before the aliens showed up." Pete looked over at Kim. "So it's 'Kim Stoppable' now, huh? I thought I read somewhere that you and Ron tied the knot. Congratulations! How is Ron these days, anyway?"

"He's doing good," Kim smiled. "Ferociously good, in fact. He's in charge of the pet department at the Mega Smarty Mart, and he's going to the Upperton Institute for the Culinary Arts. It's the first time in his life that he's actually liked school."

"Cooking school. Not a surprise," Pete said with a small chuckle. "I still remember when he turned the cafeteria into a gourmet restaurant."

"You're married?" Brian was still trying to get his head around it. "Aren't you a little young to be married?" He stopped talking when he saw the enraged look spreading over Kim's face. "Okay, I'll shut up." Just then, Brian saw another woman leaving the athletic center. "I, uh, I gotta go anyway. Catch you later, Petey!"

"You still owe me twenty bucks, dufus!" Pete yelled.

"Why do you hang out with that guy?" Kim asked, clearly angry.

"No choice, really," Pete sighed. "I mean, he may be a sleeze ball, but he is my older brother. Well, older stepbrother, anyway." Pete shook his head slightly. "And we're roommates, so I'm kinda stuck with him if I wanna make the rent."

"If it isn't Pete Peterson," a voice from behind them said. Monique was walking up from the quad with a friendly smile on her face. "Boy, I thought you were in California."

"Hey, Monique!" he happily replied. "Good to see you! Man, this is almost like the ten year reunion eight years early. UC Santa Cruz was a little out of my price range, even with my scholarships. Besides, Upperton has a pretty good film program."

"That's right," Kim said, "you wanted to go into the film biz." Pete had been known to put short films on social networking sites and movie chatrooms. Despite working with practically no budget, Pete's movies were never called "student films" or "amateur." There were those who said Pete could be the next Alfred Hitchcock, but he really wasn't all that interested in directing. All he wanted was to be the cameraman for documentary films. Put a camera, any camera, in Pete Peterson's hands, and he could make magic.

"What can I say, I love movies," he said. "If I ever find a woman who shares my love of silent films, I'll have found my soul mate."

"And as soon as I find a man who shares my love of fashion, I'll have found mine," Monique quipped. "Looks like we're both out of luck."

"I'm not even looking right now," Pete said. "Anyway, it was nice seeing you two again, but I need to make sure that Casanova isn't getting slapped with any sexual harassment suits. I guess I'll see you the next time I come in to use the treadmill, Kim. Say hi to Ron for me."

"No problem, Pete." Kim and Monique waved at their old classmate as he walked off. He wasn't a close friend back in high school, but he was someone they got along with. "So what's the sitch, Mon?"

"I just wanted to see if I could join you and your mom for lunch after I'm done with the housing department," Monique said. "Depending on how things go, I might need you to talk me out of going on a rampage."

"Amp down, Monique, I'm sure it won't be that bad," Kim said in a calm voice. "Wait, I thought you would have gotten that taken care of by now."

"They were closed for lunch," Monique growled. "It's a sign, girl, I'm telling you. This place is out to get me."

"So not the drama, Mon. I'm sure things will work out." Kim glanced down at her wrist Kimmunicator to check the time. "I hate to cut this short, but I need to go check on someone before I meet up with my mom."


Even though there was still a few weeks until the fall semester began, the University of Upperton campus was bustling with activity. Newly enrolled students were touring and receiving their orientation, and many of the clubs, fraternities and sororities were scanning for potential new members and pledges. One of those sororities was Alpha Phi. Tara King, a member of that sorority, as well as a friend and former Middleton High cheer squad teammate of Kim Stoppable, was making the final arrangements for their booth.

Tara's heart really wasn't in it, though. Her boyfriend Josh Mankey had to leave town suddenly to deal with a family emergency, and she was feeling especially betrayed by her former best friend Bonnie Senior. There were those on the cheer squad who thought Bonnie would eventually replace Shego as Kim's arch nemesis, but Tara wasn't one of them. She never expected Bonnie to embrace the super villain lifestyle and abduct Kim. To Tara, that act was one of betrayal against not just Kim and Ron, but against her as well.

"There you are," a voice form behind Tara said. "I called your cell, but it was turned off, so I had to call the sorority house. They said you'd be here." When Tara turned around she saw her friend Kim Stoppable with a gym bag slung over her shoulder.

"Hey, Kim," the blonde woman said in an almost neutral tone.

"My mom's on campus meeting with the dean of the neurology department about doing the guest lecturer thing again," Kim said. "I was about to go meet her for lunch. You want to join me?"

"No thanks," Tara said. "I don't want to intrude on mother/daughter time."

"It so wouldn't be an intrusion," Kim insisted. "Besides, I'm worried about you. Ever since Bonnie went back to the island two weeks ago-"

"I don't want to talk about her," Tara snarled. "I was bending over backwards to help her start over when I thought Junior threw her out, you put up with her being the uninvited guest from hell..." Kim's eyes shot open. Tara never swore. "And what does she do? Stabs us in the back! You almost literally."

"I'd say it's no big," Kim said, "but it is. We had Wade do a sweep of our house for any bugs, and we changed all the door locks and computer passwords, even though we never gave her a key or access to our computer. And it did hurt. I mean, Bonnie and I were never friends, but I never thought she'd go all super villain on me. I hoped that maybe she'd mellow out eventually. Now it looks like she's graduated to the big leagues. But that's not your fault, Tara."

Tara closed her eyes and hung her head. "I know that. I just still can't believe she played us like she did."

"You can't change who people are," Kim started to say. "Well, you can, but it's so not a good idea. A nice guy could be turned into a cackling madman, a villainess into a saccharin sweet mockery of herself, or you could even turn super heroes into evil henchmen."

"What the heck are you talking about?" Tara asked.

"The point is, even though it is theoretically possible to change someone using sick and wrong super science, that change is artificial. If someone really wants to change, it has to be that person's choice. Bonnie chose to go from bad to worse. We had nothing to do with it."

Tara gave Kim a weak nod. She wasn't totally convinced, but she was getting there. "What was that you said about lunch? I think I'm getting a little hungry."

"Come on," Kim smiled. "My mom's waiting for us in the cafeteria."


Dr. Anne Possible had always gotten along with Kim's cheer squad teammates. Even with Bonnie Rockwaller. That was why Bonnie's defection to the dark side was as hard for Anne to wrap her head around as it was for Tara, despite her daughter's insistence that Bonnie was already "high school evil" before she met Senor Senior Junior. "Aside from the feelings of betrayal, how are you doing?" Anne asked.

"All right, I guess, Dr. Possible," the young blonde replied. "I miss Josh, and I'm worried about his grandfather. He had a stroke last week and Josh had to take off for Seattle. It seems like a lot of things are going wrong these days."

"Well, you know my door's always open if you need some company," Kim said. "Unless I get called away on a mission, that is. And I know that Ron would love more guinea pigs to test his new recipes on."

"Isn't your house a little crowded as it is, Kimmie?" Anne asked.

"What's one more?" Kim asked wryly.

At that moment, a very frazzled looking Monique walked into the cafeteria, spotted Kim, and practically stormed over to the table before collapsing into an empty chair. "Just shoot me now and get it over with!"

"Problems with the housing department?" Kim asked.

"That's putting it mildly. They lost my info! I am officially homeless."

"Am I missing something here?" Tara asked. "I thought you lived in the dorms."

"Yeah, lived, as in past tense. As in not anymore." Monique's head fell forward and hit the table with a loud thud. "They have no record of me on file. I don't have anyplace to stay once school starts."

"What about your 'rents?" Tara asked. "Can't you just stay with them and commute?"

"They moved to Colorado Springs a couple weeks ago," Middleton High's onetime fashion maven answered. "My mom got a better paying job out there. I've been staying with Kim and Ron since Queen Bee went on the lamb."

"Hence my comment about a full house," Anne smirked.

"I have a solution!" Tara declared excitedly.

"No offense, Tara, but the sorority life ain't for me. I guess I'll have to see about getting a job and finding an apartment. Who knows, maybe Club Banana will take me back."

"Or you could just stay with Ron and me."

"No way, Kim," Monique insisted. "I'm not intruding on your NLN any more than I have to."

"NLN?" Anne asked.

"Newlywed love nest," Monique elaborated. "The last thing I want is to wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of you guys acting out the Kama Sutra."

Kim turned the same shade of red as her hair. Her mother and Tara stifled laughs. "We haven't woken you up since you've been there, have we?" Kim asked in a curt tone.

"No, but there's a first time for everything."


Buckaroo Banzai had decided to take a shortcut through the cafeteria on his way to the neurology department when he saw a welcome sight. At a table in the far corner of the room sat four women; among them two redheads. The two looked a lot alike, despite the difference in the shades of red in their hair, and the fact that one of them had blue eyes and the other green. He recognized them both immediately, especially the woman with blue eyes. With a big smile on his face, he quickly strode over to the table. "Anne Known," Buckaroo declared. "It's been a long time."

Anne quickly looked up at the familiar voice calling her by her maiden name. Although the years had changed him, making his once thick black hair a thinner grey, Anne recognized him immediately. "Dr. Banzai?" Anne asked.

"Wait, it's Dr. Possible now, isn't it?" Buckaroo asked with a smile.

"Dr. Banzai!" Anne quickly stood up to greet Buckaroo, right before he pulled her into a tight hug. "It is so good to see you!"

"It's good to see you too, Anne. And what did I tell you after you passed my class?" he asked, pulling back to look his former student in the eyes. "I don't stand on ceremony. You can call me Buckaroo."

Kim's eyes went wide with recognition. "Buckaroo Banzai? THE Buckaroo Banzai? Mom, you never told me you knew Buckaroo Banzai!"

"Your mother was the best pupil I ever had," Buckaroo answered. "I had you as a student twice, if memory serves."

"Here when I was an undergrad, and then at the Upperton Medical School," Anne happily said. "I learned more from you than I did from any other teacher I ever had."

Kim was just a bit tweaked now. "That doesn't change the fact that neither you or Dad told me your old professor was Buckaroo Banzai!"

Anne shrugged. "Sorry, Kimmie, it just never came up. I mean, I don't brag that my daughter is the 'Great Kim Possible' either."

"Okay, I'm lost," Monique said. "Who is this guy?"

"Ah, anonymity," Buckaroo laughed. "Back in the seventies and eighties I was something of a world saving hero. Like Mrs. Stoppable here."

"It's Kim, Dr. Banzai. 'Mrs. Stoppable' is my mother-in-law."

"I'll call you Kim if you call me Buckaroo."

"Deal," Kim answered.

"Have a seat, Doct, er, I mean Buckaroo," Anne said. "What brings you here?"

"I was in the area," Buckaroo replied. "My old oscillation overthruster is going to be exhibited at the Middleton Tech Museum, so I'm here making sure security is tight. I understand that a pair of reformed criminals are working on the security system."

"So that's the new job Drew and Sheila have," Kim mused. "I knew they were holding out on me."

Buckaroo let out a chuckle and continued. "Then I thought it would be nice to see the old U of U campus again." Buckaroo turned his attention to the younger redhead and his face turned serious. "After that, I was going to contact you, Kim. It looks like I lucked out and can kill two birds with one stone. I'm going to need you and your husband to help me with something big. Back in 1984 I fought off a race of aliens called the Red Lectroids. They're coming back, or at least one of them is, and he has help. According to my sources, this Red Lectroid has allied himself with the Lorwardians, and they're on their way back to Earth even as we speak."


Author's Note: I can't guarantee that I'll be updating this with the same regularity I've had with other stories. Real life has been exploding in my face lately, so getting time to sit down and write isn't as easy as it used to be. Bear with me. As soon as I have more, I'll get it posted.

And big thanks going out to Michael Howard for helping me get my head back in the gamewith my writing. I owe you one, buddy!