Hello friends! Hopefully everybody had a good time at the Fannies, and is recovering from the afterparty. Well, all stories must have an end, and this is the last chappie for this tale. ivymae457 hurricane rocks for letting me flesh out her sweet plotline! Luv ya babe!

Anyhows, here it is, I do hope you enjoy it. If you know ivy on DA, drop her a line saying THANKS! Were I a mad-scientist, bent on world domination, I would hire her as my sidekick. WHAT? I'm not dreaming about cat-suits...

Ryukyu Islands, south of Japan, November 3rd, 2005

"I don't understand why we can't find this Monkey Temple," Young Kim complained, "there's nothing else on this island, and it's not very big. We've been walking around for almost a day and a half now!"

Wade had gotten them transport to the tiny island, but the trip had been sub-sonic, taking a few hours.

"Maybe that's why it's called a hidden temple, KP." The Rons said at the same time.

They stopped, quickly looking to each other.

"JINX! You owe me a soda!" they said again in tandem.

"Dude, you rock!" Young Ron cried, holding his hand out for a high five.

"No my friend, you rock!" Adult Ron replied, slapping himself five.

"True," Young Ron agreed, "but, Dude, what's with the sideburns? Isn't that kinda 1980's?"

"Dude, remember that show, 'Melrose Hills 36710'? It makes a major comeback in the future -

"Boys!" Kim harshed, exasperated. "Focus! I'm lying somewhere pregnant, with Monkey Fist of all people!"

Adult Ron turned to Kim quickly, eyes dark. He stepped towards her. His Kim had given up that tone of voice years ago, and hearing it now vexed him greatly.

"Don't you think I know that? If you had locked the door in the future, like I've asked you to, over and over again, maybe my Kim wouldn't be there! You can fight KP, but you are no match for any of our freaky foes, as big as your belly has gotten! Why don't... didn't you listen? Typical Kim, 'I can do anything', even when you can barely get out of a chair by yourself! Now Fist has everything I've ever loved! Damnit!" he shouted.

"Hey, dude, amp down the Monkey 'Tude!" Young Ron yelled, stepping in front of his older self. "It's not Kim's fault, not my Kim anyway, and you know it. You're making no sense. Quit being such a major jerk!"

Bringing his hands up, he shoved Adult Ron back a few steps. Young Ron's eyes sparked Power blue for a second. Nobody, not even himself, could talk to KP that way.

"Ron..." Kim started, grabbing the younger. Ron rarely lost his temper, and now there were two fuming Rons. "Stop. He... you... uhg! He's just worried. You would be too. I know."

"No, he's right..." Adult Ron mumbled. "Sorry KP. I didn't mean to yell. I... lost my head, and seeing you reminded me of... well, it reminded me of my You. My KP. Maybe that makes no sense either but..."

He raised his head to look in her eyes. Kim could tell from his look he was truly sorry, and she smiled. Adult Ron turned to look at his younger self.

"Dude, figures you'd be goofy enough to step up on yourself if you thought KP was in trouble." he smirked.

"Yeah, well..." Young Ron replied, blue glow snuffed. "You... know how I feel. About Kim."

Kim couldn't help herself. She knew if she stayed quiet for a second, she was going to find out things. Ron-things. About her and Ron in the future. She could tell by the look on the elder Ron's face.

"Yeah, I know exactly how you feel. But dude, you've only had Kim for thirteen years or so. Multiply that by two; imagine how much not knowing where she is, where my unborn child is, tanks." said Adult Ron.

"I mean, you guys aren't even out of high school yet. You wait til she tells you how proud she is of you when you guys do graduate. Or when you graduate from college. When you buy your first house. When she looks dead at you and says 'I do', right in front of Rabbi Katz, Reverend Silver, and all your friends and family."

He blew his bangs up in frustration, plopping down on the jungle floor dejectedly. "I mean, you think you love her now? Oh, sure you do; I remember. Things only get better, Rondo, for real. For real-real. She's gonna be your wife! She's gonna be the mother of your children. You're gonna learn a bunch of stuff about yourself, and the Monkey Power, sometimes scary stuff, and she won't bat an eye."

The two blonds looked at each other. Serious faced doppelgangers.

"I feel like... remember the Prom?" Adult Ron asked his younger self. "The way it felt when she went with snytho-clod?"

"Yeah..." Young Ron gulped, remembering.

"You thought you lost her to another guy..." Adult Ron said, "I feel like I lost her - Period."

"Enough." Kim hissed, eyes glossy with tears. She turned to her Ron. "So, you love me, huh?"

"Doy. Of course I do. You know that... don't you?" he replied.

"Say it."

"err, ah, Ok." stammered Young Ron. "I love you, KP."

Kim smiled. She took his hand in hers. "Please and thank you. It's good to hear. I love you too, Ronny."

Kim turned her gaze to Adult Ron. "And you love her... or me, or future Kim, or whatever. Don't you?"

"More than life." he mumbled.

"Then, just like someone once said to me..." she stated, reaching down to pull him up off the ground with her other hand, "enough of this pity fiesta. Let's find Fist, and kick some Monkey freak biscuit!"

"Booyah!" Young Ron cried, grinning wide.

"I'm down with that," smiled Adult Ron. "but what about the Temple? We've covered this whole island, and we got nuttin'."

Kim smiled, pulling out the communicator. She pressed the call button, and Wade popped up on the screen.

"Hey Kim. Need a pick-up?" he grinned, munching a candy bar.

"Wade, we need some super-genius help. We've covered this whole island, but no temple, no Fiske. Can you do a scan?"

"I already have; no dice Kim. It is a hidden temple, you know." Wade replied.

"Thanks; already been informed of that fact." Kim said. The Rons shared a giggle, moving behind her to look at the Kimmunicator.

"Any other ideas Wade?" Kim asked, smirking.

"Well..." Wade pondered. "What if... you guys had to use Mystical Monkey Power to locate future Kim, right?"

"And maybe Monkey Power is needed to find the temple!" Kim finished for him.

"Quite possible..." Adult Ron agreed. "But I can't touch the power in this time..."

"And I don't know how to touch it yet, not at will. And he can't tell me, cause of stupid future time stream crud!" bummed Young Ron.

All the heroes stood silent for a moment.

"Rufus!" Kim exclaimed, smiling.

"Rufus!" the Rons responded, grinning.

"Hnk, whazzat?" the mole rat squeaked, popping out of Young Ron's pocket.

"Thanks Wade. You rock!" Kim said, shutting down the com. "Rufus, can you do me a big favor?"

"Oh yeah!" he chirped. Anything for his pet girl.

"Remember the stuff you learned at Yamanouchi, little guy?" Ron butted in. "Go smack-mole rat for us and find this Temple; it's probably got monkey's carved on it or something like that."

"Hnk, no prob!" Rufus said, his beady little eyes going from black to Monkey Power blue. He jumped down to the jungle path and looked around.

Pointing to a clearing about ten yards away, he pointed. "There. Oh yeah, Temple."

"We can't see it Roofy..." Kim stated. "Can you show us?"

The rodent scampered over to the clearing, suddenly bounding into mid-air, as if he were climbing invisible steps. He turned back, seemingly suspended about three feet in the air.

"Hnk, Here! Right here!"

The heroes ran after him, Adult Ron taking the lead in his urgency. As soon as their feet hit the invisible steps, a large stone Temple materialized before them, the entrance carved to look like the open pedals of a Lotus flower, surrounded by stone monkeys, all with emeralds for eyes, each in different poses, the many forms of Monkey Fu.

Adult Ron ran inside, followed by the young Team Possible. Monkey Fist knelt before the Tempus Rex Birth Altar, chanting weird Monkey monk incantations. The Lotus Blade, The Monkey Crown, and The Twin Scepters lay around Adult Kim on the altar top. Stone replicas of various ninja weapons adorned the walls.

"FISKE!" Adult Ron bellowed, rage dripping off the words.

Monkey Fist turned, eyes wide. Crazed fear warred with insane anger on his lined face.

"Ron!" cried Adult Kim, already in the throws of childbirth. She lay on the funky monkey altar, hair matted with sweat. Monkey Fist had cut the maternity skirt she had been wearing when he kidnapped her, down either side, in preparation for the impending birth. She didn't look comfortable, to say the least. "Ron, Help ME!"

"Stoppable! Impossible! I used the Amulet of the Coveting Monkey to take your Power!" he said, his hand raising to a weird amulet around his neck. "How did you find me?"

"Followed the smell of monkey poo, freak." Adult Ron replied. "You've got some things that belong me!"

Monkey Fist flashed his wicked grin. "Yesssss, yes I do, buffoon. You're Power, your precious Lotus Blade, and The Monkey Crown! And soon I shall be the rightful Monkey King, your own brood by my side! You can't stop me, imposture!" Maniacal simian laughter rang out in the dark temple.

"Sha! Screw the Monkey stuff, you stupid chimp! You've got my wife and child!" cried Adult Ron. "And that's a Major Domo no-no!"

Adult Ron charged the mutant man, throwing Monkey Fu strikes at him, one after the other.

Monkey Fist, calling up his own Mystical Monkey Power, blocked every advance with ease, finally dropping the elder Ron with a lightning fast leg sweep. Standing over the fallen hero, the villain grinned. "Not so tough anymore, eh buffoon?"

Out of nowhere, a red blur swooped down, one modified combat sneaker crashing across the vile man-monkey's jaw. Fist fell back, Young Kim landing above him.

"Ron's not alone, Fiske. He's never alone, no matter where or when, freak. You oughta know that by now!" she stated, smiling her warriors smirk.

Before Fiske could regain his composure, she reached down and ripped the Coveting Monkey Amulet off his hairy neck. Turning, she tossed it back to Adult Ron.

Monkey Fist shrieked, grabbing her leg, pulling her down. Kim rolled, narrowly escaping a fuzzy fist to the face.

Adult Ron snatched the Amulet, picking himself up. Something deep in his primal core told him to put the charm around his own neck.

Golden light emanated out from the Amulet, lifting him off the ground, bathing his body in the glow. Little sparkling wisps of ghostly blue mini-monkeys swirled about him, into him. He spread his arms out, pulling the Power in.

"Ohhhh YEAH! Time for some SMACK-MONKEY!" Adult Ron gleefully ranted. Floating back down to the ground, he stared at the evil English Lord.

Kim scooted away from Monkey Fist, astonished by the warrior look on Adult Rons face, the confident sound of his voice.

"I think I'll sit this one out..." she mumbled, in awe of her future husband.

-

Meanwhile, Young Ron and Rufus, back in his pocket home, had made their way to the birthing altar and Adult Kim. Her eyes were clenched in pain, but Ron swore to himself he had never seen a more beautiful sight.

Adult Kim's eyes opened. She looked up at him, confused for a moment. Another contraction barreled into her, and washed the bewilderment of seeing high school Ron standing before her. She bellowed in pain, scaring Ron, and causing Rufus to burrow deep into his cargo pocket.

"RON!" she cried, panting. "Get me outta this monkey gurney thing!"

"Right!" he replied. Without thinking, he grabbed the Lotus Blade, unsheathed it, and raised it to slice through the chains holding her arms down. The mystical blade cut the chains like so much processed nacho cheese. Morphing the blade into a small sledgehammer, he smashed the stone altar cuffs around her ankles, unconsciously using just enough force to crush the stone, but not hurt Kim. She lowered her legs, her slashed skirt bunching up around her spread hips, moaning dreadfully. Her hands went to her belly, wrapping around the bottom curve.

Young Ron looked down, down at Kim, down to where the magic of motherhood was about to happen. He blanched, swallowing hard.

"Oh man! OY! OY! OY! This isn't how I expected to see it... ah your thingy, ah-ah-ah oh-god-that-is--the-freakiest-thing-I-have-ever-seen-I-think-I'm-gonna-pass-out!" he wailed.

Adult Kim's hand shot out, snatching his shirt. She pulled him down, face to face, her lip curling ferally. Her gaze could have burnt through stone, had she been so inclined.

"Ronald Dean Stoppable;" she growled, "you are the reason I'm this way, whatever time you're from, wherever the H-E double hockey sticks we are! You will not pass out, you will help me deliver your children, and then you will never, ever, ever touch my body again! Oh-ohoowwwww!"

Ron's eyes grew wide with fear as she screamed in labor. "Oh. My. God..."

-

Out in front of the altar, Adult Ron heard his Kim scream. His skin took on a blue sheen, a mystical wind swirled his blond hair. The look growing on his face made his old 'serious face' look like J. P. Bearymore singing about happy families picking daisies in Pizzaland.

"KP!" he said, his voice eerily calm, yet urgent. "Go help your Ron. Go help my Kim. Now!"

KP did as asked, running over to the altar.

"This is so way low, Fiske, even for you..." Adult Ron hissed. His body began to float again, about a foot off the ground. Tracers of Mystical Monkey Power twirled around his body, offset by little sparkling flashes of pure energy.

Monkey Fist laughed, insane with pure fright. He made for the Temple door, running hands over feet, like a scared baboon. The buffoon was mad with the Power, Fist could tell; crazy knows crazy.

Ron dropped his feet hard to the Temple floor, a shockwave of force rushing forth, ripping the stone tiles up in a line of power, pure Mystical Monkey Power, shooting at the freak that had placed his wife, his love, his life, in danger.

There was no escape. Not this time.

Fiske had gone his five hundred miles off bad road, and the trip was over.

The blast flung Monkey Fist like a heap of monkey poo, into the air, crashing into the Temple wall, chips of powdered rock flying from the bone jarring hit. Fist slid down, landing in a heap on the temple floor.

-

Back at the altar, Young Kim had taken over.

"Just breathe, you can do it, just breathe and push, push when you feel it-

"IT HURTS!" Adult Kim screamed, pushing. "Don't ever let him touch you!"

"Something's coming out... oh man..." Young Ron whined from the catcher's position.

"Is it the head?" Young Kim asked. "Tell me it's the head, Ron!"

"I don't know..." he blubbered. "KP, it's got hair on it!"

"That's probably the head, Ron!" Young Kim deadpanned. "Take off your shirt and catch the baby in it. We're going to need something to cut the cord..."

Young Ron took off his shirt, spreading it out up under Adult Kim. Without thinking, he touched the Lotus Blade, and it morphed again, into scissors, like the ones he had seen before in Mrs. Dr. P's doctor bag.

"Oh GODDD! IT HURTS!" wailed Adult Kim, her face blooming red with the stress.

"Just a few more pushes..." Young Kim coached. She looked down at herself. "Remember, anything's possible for a poss-

"Our Dad is a LIAR! OWWWWWWW!" Adult Kim roared, pushing.

Adult Ron rushed up to the altar. "Kim!"

Mother looked at Father. Father's eyes met Mother's, and Young Kim would later swear she saw Ronshine pass from him to her.

"It's out! It's OUT! It's a BABY!" exclaimed Young Ron, tears leaking from his eyes. "KP! It's a BABY!"

The startled cry of a newborn pierced the air. Young Kim moved around to help her Ron, leaving her future self with the new Father.

"You did it Kim..." Adult Ron whispered, smiling at his wife.

"Yeah, I did, didn't-"

Mother Kim stopped mid-sentence. First, Daddy Ron noticed the racking stab of yet another contraction grabbing her abdomen, washing across her beautiful face. Second, a look of pure fear entered her eyes, eyes that were looking over his shoulder.

He turned just in time to catch the stone mace Monkey Fist had pulled down from the temple wall, and swung at the back of his head. Even so, he felt the bones in the palm of his left hand fracture from the force of the blow. Summoning strength, voiding the pain shooting up his arm, he pushed Fiske back as hard as he could, away from his beloved.

The new Mother screamed in fear and pain. Young Kim made eye contact with her.

"One more." Adult Kim panted. "Twins."

"Ron didn't say anything about TWINS!" Young Kim gasped.

"I didn't knowwww!" Young Ron moaned, holding the first child protectively to his chest.

-

Adult Ron faced Monkey Fist, the villain still holding the wicked stone mace in his hands. Blood trickled from his curling lips, and one of his opposable simian feet was bent wrong, causing him to limp severely. His eyes were crazier than ever, dancing about wildly.

"IMPOSTURE! BUFFOON!" he screeched. "Never again! Never again will you stand before my rightful place as Monkey KING! As the Ultimate Monkey MASTER!"

He swung wildly at Adult Ron, forcing him the stay back. Reaching inside his gi, Fist sunk yet one notch lower into evil.

When he pulled his hand back out, it held a military style grenade.

-

Young Kim stripped off her own mission shirt, placing it in wait for the second child. Ron stood beside her, still cradling the first child.

"Let me see it!" moaned Adult Kim, looking at the child in his arms.

Ron moved over, kneeling down so the new Mother could see. Adult Kim smiled, then let out a wail of pain.

"Come on Kim..." Young Ron cooed, "A few more pushes. Your baby boy wants a playmate."

"Push!" Young Kim cried. "It's crowning!"

"Oh, this hurts SO FEROCIOUSLY BAD!" the new Mother cried.

"You can do it KP..." Ron smiled, an un-natural calm washing over him. "What's this guy's name?"

"Uhnnng!" she groaned, pushing. "...Justin... his name is Justin..."

-

"You stupid, pretending fool!" choked out Monkey Fist, blood spewing out with the words. "No more. If I can't be King, than neither shall you, or your spawn. You don't deserve it! I toiled my life away, studying ancient texts, crawling around in dank caves..."

Adult Ron didn't hear him any more. He turned his back on the evil mutant man, stepping back to the altar.

"STOPPABLE!" shrieked Fist. "How dare you turn your back on me!"

Ron ignored him. At the altar, he looked down at his wife, in labor in a nasty old temple. In pain, in danger.

"One more push!" cried Young Kim.

Adult Ron pulled his eyes from his wife, placing them instead on his younger self. Young Ron met his icy stare with a serine smile of content. He was holding their son.

Technically, they were one person. Time travel was funny like that.

What one thought, the other knew.

There was only one Mystical Monkey Power. Only one Chosen One.

Only one Monkey King.

Only one Love.

"Never be normal..." the younger whispered to the elder.

Both sets of eyes began to glow blue.

-

"It's another boy!" exclaimed Young Kim.

"...Dustin..." wheezed Adult Kim, "...his name is Dustin."

"KP, come over here..." said Young Ron.

She looked up at her boyfriend. She saw the boy she grew up with, but something else too. Something that scared and excited her all at once. She wrapped the second child in her shirt, and moved over to him.

He handed her the first born. "Get on the altar. Cover her, and them."

"Ron..." she murmured, but he no longer heard her.

His skin was turning pale blue.

She climbed up beside Adult Kim, looking into her future self's eyes for a clue.

The new Mother smiled, taking a baby into her arms protectively.

"You'll get used to it..."

-

Adult Ron picked the crown up off the altar, turning back around to face Monkey Fist.

"Do you hear me Buffoon? You're going to die! You, your dear Kimberly Anne, and the children!" the crazed freak laughed evilly.

Ron placed the Crown of the Monkey King on his head. Ghostly simian shrieks cam out of nowhere, as white-blue lightning began to travel up and down his torso.

The spark of absolute truth lit in Fist's eyes.

Ron's glance quickly shot to the explosive in Monkey Fist's hand. The pin was still in place, it was still safe.

It flew across the room, ripped from his grasp by unseen force. Monkey Fist watched it fly in disbelief.

-

Young Kim had seen it once before, sort of. The glowing globe anyway. It was like Sensei's 'floaty thing', only white-blue energy instead of green.

The tail, well, that was a new one on her.

Adult Ron was floating, about three feet up. His back was to her, so she didn't see his canine teeth elongate, which was probably for the better.

She watched as a fuzzy monkey tail popped and grew up out of the back of his pants, about six feet long. Hair grew thick and blond on his forearms and the back of his hands. The hair under the crown got a little wilder.

"You might wanna put your head down, KP..." came a guttural growl.

She stared up at his back. At his tail.

Was that Ron? RON?

"KP, put your head down please..." came the voice of the Ron she knew. Her Ron. She turned to him.

Her eyes went wide.

His eyes were pure white light, rims of blue around the edges.

She put her head down.

-

Monkey Fist pulled his gaze back to Stoppable.

No, not the Buffoon. Back in the future, he had dismissed the tale of Stoppable as the Chosen One as hearsay. He had been wrong.

The one true Monkey King.

The hand of Fate.

-

Young Ron projected his will. He felt better than he ever had before in his life. He was doing what he was born to do; protecting his girlfriend, his wife, and his two sons.

He smiled. The future looked pretty bright.

-

The Monkey King exploded. Or so it seemed.

A circular shockwave of pure energy boomed forth from his core, blinding white, with whispers of calm blue ribbons floating out on an astral wind.

The Monkey King roared. So did thousands of ghost monkeys, unseen, but heard, heard loud and clear.

The Temple fell all around the group of heroes. Chunks of ancient stone flew every which way, to fast to see, until they bounced off the invisible dome of solidified love which surrounded the stone altar. The inhabitants of said dome were untouchable.

The trees of the jungle outside the Temple bent over, bowing to the Power of the Chosen One.

Then it was done. As quickly as it came, it was gone.

Monkey Fist was gone as well. Disappeared.

-

Adult Ron turned to the altar, the only part of the Temple of Tempus Rex left, taking his crown off as he moved. His teeth shrunk back down, the extra hair dissolved back into his arms, and the simian tail disappeared as fast as it had come.

The dome was still radiating forth from his younger self. He passed through it without a hitch.

"Yo, Rondo, let it go now. Just let it go dude, its over."

Young Ron expelled all the air in his lungs in one fell whoosh. He staggered a bit, bracing himself against the ceremonial table.

"Whooo, that's a head rush!" He yipped, shaking his head lightly. His eyes went out, back to murky brown. He looked down at his KP, Kim, and the twins. "KP, you guys Ok?"

She raised her head, looking from her Ron to the elder, then back again.

"Were you... was he... just a... monkey?" she asked. She shifted one of the twins to a more suitable position.

Adult Kim smiled, shifting the other twin in her arms, still lying on the altar. "Trust me, you'll get used to it."

She looked haggard, hair tangled and matted, eyes red, and more beautiful than ever. She shifted, rising. "I wanna get up now, please and thank you."

"Whoa, Kimmie, you just gave birth too two..." Adult Ron began.

Then it hit him.

"My sons..." he whispered, kneeling down in front of the two Kims sitting on the stone table. "...coolio..."

KP handed him the second baby. She felt a little pull of reluctance, but it was erased by the look on the Monkey King's face as he cradled the child. She looked to her boyfriend.

Same look.

"That's Dustin..." Adult Kim said to him. She giggled. "This is Justin. We better make sure we don't mix them up."

"I can already tell them apart..." Adult Ron said, smiling.

"Me too!" Ron exclaimed. "Weird, huh? It's like they smell different or something."

Adult Ron nodded.

KP rolled her eyes at Adult Kim. "Smell different? Are they for real?"

"Like I said, you'll get used to it..."

Rufus popped out of his pocket. He looked at the twins.

"Hnk-haa, bonus!"

-

Adult Kim claimed she felt fine, almost as if nothing had happened. Tired, but healthy. She said she had felt Young Ron's love coursing through her when he had put the 'love dome' over them, but she would say any more on that subject.

"Don't want to give you guy's time cooties or anything..." she smiled.

Adult Ron handed Dustin to Young Kim. He turned to his younger self.

"Let's take a little walk, man. We... gotta talk."

The pair strolled off into the jungle.

KP looked at Adult Kim and the twins. "They're beautiful."

"I know." Kim smiled. "We do good work."

KP smiled back. Then she got a little serious. "Can I ask you something?"

"Maybe." Kim answered truthfully. "I don't know if I can answer. You want to know what happened to Monkey Fist, right?"

"Yeah!" KP said. "How'd you know that?"

Kim just rolled her eyes.

"Oh, right." KP smirked. "...well?"

"I can tell you this: Ron would never kill anyone. He doesn't have that in him. I think you know that."

KP nodded, relived. She did know that.

Kim Stoppable looked her straight in the eye.

"And whatever you do, don't try his 'homemade Diablo sauce'. Ever."

-

Adult Ron told Ron that he would figure out all the Monkey King stuff next year, when he and KP traveled to Yamanouchi the summer before they started college.

"And that's all I can say. Sorry, but, hey, you know more than I did. I guess. I don't know, now that this happened. I don't know if I'll forget this when Kim and I go back or what."

"Yeah. Time travel kinda hurts the brain. And I hate meat cakes." Young Ron said. "And, I have no idea why I say that sometimes."

"I know what you mean." agreed Adult Ron. "Like, all of a sudden, I know how to use the Scepter things with the Crown to get me and Kim back to 2016. But I have no idea why. And meat cakes do tank."

"Will I remember the twins?" Young Ron asked. "Will Kim?"

"I dunno. But I think so. I don't know why, but I think so."

"Cool. They're pretty badical." he smiled.

They walked in silence for a while. Young Ron cut his eyes at his future self.

"Dude, come on, what's it like?"

Adult Ron stopped, smirking. "What's what like?"

Young Ron rolled his eyes. "Dude? 'what' as in what-what, that's what! With KP and all. Don't play me!"

"Well..." he laughed, "... I'll say this: she likes the tail..."

-

Epilogue

Weeks later, things in Middleton settled back to normal.

Adult Kim and Ron had walked off into the island jungle on November third, and presumably gone back to the future. They had thought it best for no one but the Kims and the Rons to come in contact with the newborn twins. Time stream and all.

Kim and Ron off 2005 remembered the twins. They kept the knowledge to themselves. Their parents deserved the surprise. Kim's 'rents knew about the marriage and the pregnancy, and that was enough, for now.

Plus, Ron was convinced their Mom's would start buying baby stuff right away. Make them take classes on parenthood or something.

Remembering the birth still gave him the spilly-willies.

"Me and Ron are going to the Mall, Mom. We'll be back for dinner." KP said, dragging Ron out the door. She had missed the sale at Club Banana back when, but Monique had given her the down-low on the newest items going to the clearance rack this evening. She was going to be there, and Ron was going to be with her.

"Kimmie..." her Mom called from the kitchen, "check the mail on your way out, please and thank you."

Kim rolled her eyes. Ron smiled.

They walked down the driveway to the mailbox. Kim opened it up.

Only one letter was inside.

It's was addressed to "Kim and Ron".

No return address. No address period.

"What do you think it is?" wondered Ron.

"Only one way to find out..." Kim mused, ripping it open.

It was just a small wallet sized photo.

Of the twins. Their twins. Justin and Dustin... Stoppable.

On the back, Kim recognized her own handwriting.

Thanks,

Your self's

end - That's all folks! THANKS! to ivymae457 for coming up with a bon-diggity plot! I'm almost positive there will be a sequel to this, working title 'It's Good to be Da King!". Peace & love!