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"Bad monkeys!" Ron cried out.
Instead of addressing the simian infestation, Kim grabbed his shoulders and began to shake him.
"KP, we've got to get the monkey ninjas off the island!"
"Ron? Are you okay?" she asked, concern in her voice.
"Why are you wearing that shiny outfit?" he replied as he focused on her. "Not that it doesn't look good on you."
"Thanks," she said, pleased by her boyfriend's welcome if weird compliment.
"So, what's with the funky threadage?"
Kim rolled her eyes. "It's my spacesuit," she explained.
"Spacesuit?" he said.
"Mm hmmm," she said. "You know, the things we wear in outer space."
Ron realized that he was wearing similar clothes. Then he surveyed his surroundings and saw he was in some sort of combination galley and work-space. Lights flashed on panels, monitors showed arcane data, and sleek food preparation units sat atop shiny storage bins. There wasn't a palm tree, hut, or lagoon to be seen.
"Man, I must have been dreaming," he said. "Talk about kooky."
Kim sat down next to Ron. "Serves you right for eating three Tex-Mex food packs before you took a nap."
"Hey, I'm a growing boy," he protested.
Kim snorted, then gave him a peck on the cheek. Ron reached up and cupped her face in his large hands and began to lean in for a kiss.
"Danger! Danger! Ron Stoppable!" a large robot announced as it rolled into the galley, interrupting the two teens' lip-smacking.
Kim and Ron quickly pulled away from one another.
"Kimmie-cub," James Possible said warmly as he followed behind the robot. "Ronald," he added coolly as he saw how close the young man was sitting to his daughter.
"Hi, Dad," she said with mild annoyance as she straightened her space suit.
"I didn't do anything!" Ron blurted out as he sat up bolt straight.
"Remember what I said about flying by the next black hole," James warned.
"Dad!" Kim protested.
"Uh, maybe I ought to go clean those artificial gravity intake manifold thingies," Ron suggested nervously as he rose to his feet and fled.
"That was so not cool!" Kim exclaimed as she glared at her father.
"I was just joking with him," James said defensively to his daughter as his wife entered the galley.
"So not funny," Kim grumbled.
"What's not funny?" Anne asked.
"Dad's mock threats to Ron," Kim said. "I'm not a little girl anymore!"
"You'll always be my little girl," James said as he wrapped his arm around Kim's shoulder.
"I'm nineteen!" she protested as she wriggled free from her father's embrace. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to jet and find my BF."
"Someone's still having some letting go issues," Anne chided her husband.
James reddened, then sighed. "Maybe you're right. It's just that I remember when she was a little girl in pig-tails and Ronald was her goofy friend. Now she's a beautiful young woman and Ronald's her goofy boyfriend."
"You have to admit, they do make a cute couple," Anne said.
James grinned. "They do, but don't tell them I said that."
Just then, Drew Lipsky entered the galley, smiling triumphantly and carrying an odd-looking object.
"Hello, Drew," James said, curious as to what the stowaway scientist was holding. "Any luck on those calculations?"
"Even better," the blue-skinned scientist declared. "I've finally devised a way to make the perfect cup of cocoa moo!"
"That's nice," James said. "But how will that help us get home any sooner?"
"Well, you see …"
As Drew tried to convince the Doctors Possible that it was more important for him to be creating a device that could froth a cup of hot chocolate and generate gravometric waves capable of destabilizing a planet's orbit than focus his attention on helping the Kepler III return to Earth, Kim searched the ship for her BFBF. She soon found him in the engine room, where he was looking for some machine parts and saying something about how this wouldn't be a problem in Smarty Mart, where such things could be found in Aisle 237. She tip-toed up behind him, placed her hand on his shoulder, and spun him around, so he was facing her. Then she ambushed him with a kiss.
"Rockets are most definitely go," she said with a satisfied smile when they finally parted lips.
"Ah-booyah," he agreed with a goofy grin.
"Mmm. Smooch! Smooch! Smooch! Yuck!"
Kim and Ron, who had been gazing into each other's eyes, turned to see Jim and Tim making kissy faces at them.
"Tweebs!" she snarled at her little brothers.
"Gotta go!" they said in unison as they scampered off.
"I so wish Mom and Dad had left them with Uncle Slim …" she said.
"In their defense," Ron countered, "they did rebuild the navigational computer with parts from the toaster and your Kimmunicator …"
"True," she sighed. Then she cocked an eyebrow at Ron. "So, when I found you before, you were saying something about monkey warriors and an island …"
"Ninjas, Kim," Ron said with a shudder. "Monkey ninjas. Shuriken-armed, banana-eating tree beasts."
"Riiigghht," Kim said skeptically. "So," she continued, her eyebrow arched, "Sitch me about this island."
"I dreamed that we were castaways," he explained.
"Sounds romantic," she said with a smile.
Ron chuckled. "Well, it was getting that way."
"What do you mean?"
"We didn't know each other," he said as he rubbed the back of his neck. "But we became best friends pretty fast and I'm pretty sure you were falling hard for the Ronman."
"Oh really?" she said wryly.
"Yeah," he said. "I know I had it bad for you."
"Spankin'," Kim said as she draped her arms around Ron's neck. "So, it was just the two of this on this island?"
Ron shook his head.
Kim groaned. "Please tell me we weren't trapped with Jim and Tim."
"Actually, Wade was with us," Ron said. "So were the Seniors, and Mister B. And Bonnie. And Rufus showed, up, too."
"You are so weird," Kim said fondly.
"Hey, I am what I is," Ron said with a shrug.
"Good," she said as she brought her lips to his. "Because there's no-one with whom I'd rather be lost in space …"
For those wondering about Rufus, he's back on Earth taking care of Hana …
KP © Disney; Gilligan's Island © CBS Television/United Artists; Lost in Space © 20th Century Fox Television
A note to my readers:
Is this the end of Stoppable's Island or just an April Fool's gag? To be honest, I'm not sure. I have less time for writing fan fiction than in the past and may not be able to return to this story, which my observant readers will notice was started in October 2006 and last updated nine months ago. I don't like leaving stories unfinished but was determined to leave Kim and Ron in a happy place with some sense of resolution. This seemed like a fun way to address two authorial needs.
As to whether Stoppable's Island was an astronaut-food induced dream or So Lost in Space will prove to be the result of an unsuspecting castaway's noggin being struck by a stray coconut, only time will tell. For now, the status of SI will be marked as "complete." But that, my friends, can always change – after all, there is always the small matter of those monkey ninjas …