It was a normal day in Gravity Falls, Oregon, or at least, as normal as it usually is in a town known for large amounts of strange activity. At the local tourist attraction, the Mystery Shack, the owner, Stanford Pines, was preparing to announce his newest venture.

"Profits at the Shack have been way down this quarter," Stan told the gathered employees "people just aren't coming in to look at all the weird doodads and knick knacks. Fortunately, I've come up with a way on how we can make some extra moolah."

"Gasp! You've agreed to my idea to sell homemade sweaters?" Mabel asked excitedly.

"What? No," Stan told her "what's the one thing this town is missing?"

"Workable plumbing?" Mabel asked.

"Are you sure there's only one thing?" Wendy asked.

"The answer is, a quaint, rustic hotel," Stan replied "with a little bit of work, and some cots I got cheap from a military surplus place, we could make this place into one of those little inns that people go gaga for some reason."

"I'm sorry, but there's no way that could work," Dipper told him "first off, you need a license to run a hotel, and the Shack is hardly big enough to support us, let alone any guests, and…"

"What are you, the government?" Stan asked "anyway, I've already taken the liberty of assigning you each new jobs for the hotel, Mabel, you and your brother will be running the front desk; well, mostly you. Your sweet attitude should help to distract people from how much of a dump this place is."

"I'll do my best, Grunkle Stan," Mabel said happily.

"Wendy, you're going to be in charge of maid services."

"Yeah, there's no way I'm doing that," Wendy replied.

"Soos, you can be the bellboy, since you're the only one around here strong enough to lift luggage," Stan continued, ignoring Wendy.

"Sweet dude," Soos said.

"Now, we have to get the Shack all cleaned up so we can get ready for all the tourists that will want to stay at this one of a kind venue. Soos, start cleaning out the rooms."

"You got it Mr. Pines," Soos said.

"You kids go down to the copy store and print me up some copies of this," he told them, handing them a poster that read "Grand Opening- Mystery Hotel; looking for a place filled with fun and excitement? Nostalgic for one of those old time inns? Well come on down to our quaint little hotel for something or other; cash only."

"Stan has seriously lost it this time," Dipper said, as the two twins headed off to print off the posters "does he really think anyone in their right mind would want to stay at the Shack?"

"Oh, don't be such a Grumpy Gus," Mabel said "you should trying being a Positive Perkins. Those aren't real people, I made them up, but my point still stands," she added "Gasp! Maybe Grunkle Stan will let me put in a spa! I've always wanted to work at one of those."

"I still say this is stupid," Dipper replied.

Meanwhile, hundreds of miles away, at the Middleton Mini-Golf course, no-longer a teen hero Kim Possible was dealing with yet another problem.

"I gotta say Kim, I know you have a lot of enemies, and it's not uncommon for them to join forces, but this has got to be the strangest team up yet," Ron said.

"I'd say it's def in the top 10," Kim replied.

"Yeah, laugh it up Red, 'cause you won't be laughing once me and the skirt dude put you and skinny boy there six feet under, seriously," Motor Ed told her.

"I already told ye, it's not a skirt, it's a kilt," Duff Killigan replied.

"And I already told you, I don't care dude."

"Okay, here's the plan," Kim said "I'll draw their fire, you and Rufus surprise them from the back."

"On it KP," Ron said, rushing off.

"Forget it Red, your skinny pal isn't gonna be a match for our sweet, tricked out ride," Motor Ed told her. Both villains were riding in what was once a golf cart, but now had metal sheeting covering the back and sides, leaving only the front exposed. A medium sized ray cannon was positioned on the roof of the vehicle.

"I still dinnae see why ya needed to mess with the cart; it was fine the way it was."

"Nuh uh dude, the cart was totally lame, seriously. I tricked it out and made it halfway serviceable," Motor Ed explained "now we can use it to seriously spice up this game."

With that, the ray gun fired at Kim, who quickly somersaulted to avoid it, causing it to destroy a castle structure nearby.

"Ya cannae avoid us forever lassie," Killigan told her "eventually, you'll be finished like the 18th hole."

"I'm not sure what I dislike more; the deadly ray gun, or Killigan's lame golf metaphors," Kim replied, as she avoided another blast.

Kim took off running, but the villains followed in their cart, blasting all the while, destroying various holes in the process.

Unknown to them, however, Ron & Rufus were preparing to make their move.

"Okay buddy, let's see if those Magno-gloves Wade made work," he said. Getting behind the cart, he activated the gloves, which caused him to adhere himself to the metal sheeting covering the rear.

"Badical!" he exclaimed, then climbed up to the roof where the Destructo Ray was.

"Dude, you're supposed to be like a professional golfer guy, yet you can't even hit a girl?" Motor Ed asked.

"I could hit her if she would quit jumping about," Killigan retaliated "if ye have a problem with the way I do things, perhaps I should drive and you can fire the ray."

"Forget it dude, I'm totally driving, seriously."

"If you two are quite done, I'd like to wrap this up," Kim told them "I have plans for later."

"Sorry Red, but the only plans you're gonna have are for your funeral, seriously!" Motor Ed said, as the villains blasted at her again.

Kim did her best to avoid the rays, noticing Ron & Rufus atop the cart preparing to disable the ray.

"Okay Rufus, see what you can do about this thing," Ron told him.

"Okay," Rufus said and scampered over to the ray. He cupped his chin in his small paw, pacing around the weapon, examining it as a doctor might examine a patient, studying it's sturdy construction. Then he simply made his way over to an exposed wire and tugged on it with all of his mole rat strength, pulling it loose.

Meanwhile, Kim was still flipping around to avoid the villains, but caught her hand on an exposed patch of dirt. "Aaaah!" she yelled as she tumbled to the ground.

"So long Red, seriously," Motor Ed said, watching as Killigan aimed the ray at her. But when the button was pressed, nothing happened. "Okay, this is bogus, seriously, what happened to the Destructo Ray?"

"How should I know? You were the one who built the bloody thing," Killigan replied.

"Hi!" Rufus said, poking his head over the roof of the cart.

"It's that accursed mole rat of the lassie's sidekick," Killigan commented "he must've somehow gotten on the roof and disabled the ray."

"Well don't just stand there dude, get him, seriously."

Killigan grabbed one of his golf clubs and began swinging it towards the roof, causing Rufus to run to & fro to avoid getting hit.

"Hey dude, Rufus is not a golf ball!" Ron yelled, still attached to the cart roof via his gloves.

Taking advantage of the momentary distraction, Kim managed to right herself, then ran right at the cart, somersaulting and landing on the hood.

"Hey, get off Red, this isn't your cart," Motor Ed told her.

"I got her," Killigan said, attempting to hit her with the club, but Kim easily avoided him and he hit Motor Ed instead.

"Dude, get Red not me, seriously," Motor Ed told him.

"I'm trying, but the lassie will nae stay still," Killigan told him. Killigan attempted to hit Kim again, but she managed to grab his club and, using his momentum, pulled him out of the cart. Upon doing so, she slid herself into the passengers seat.

"Sorry Motor Ed, ride's over," she told him, grabbing him by the shirt and tossing him from the cart as well.

"Man, this is bogus, seriously!"

Now in control of the cart, Kim took the wheel and hit the brakes, causing it to skid to a halt. Unfortunately, since Ron was still on the roof, the momentum of the skid caused him to fly out of his Magno-Gloves and land a few inches away on the grass. Rufus flew after him moments later, landing safely in his hands.

"Ta-da" the little mole rat exclaimed, acting as though he had just done an Olympic gymnast routine.

"You okay Ron?" Kim asked, getting out of the cart to check on her boyfriend.

"Oh yeah, luckily I landed on the grass, and not like, one of the holes or something," Ron told her "ya know, that could've been painful."

"Yeah, no kidding."

"Those Magno-Glove thingies sure worked pretty well," Ron added "they stick to metal perfectly; people though, yeah not so much."

"I'll be sure to let Wade know," Kim said "he'll be happy to hear that they worked; too bad the same couldn't be said for Killigan & Motor Ed's team up."

"Seriously dude, this is all your fault!" Motor Ed said, confronting the rogue golfer "I can't believe I joined forces with a dude who wears a skirt. Skirts are for chicks, not dudes, seriously."

"I told ya once already, it's nae a skirt, it's a kilt!" Killigan yelled angrily "and it's a common form of dress where I come from."

"Well where you come from is apparently messed up. No wonder you like golf."

"What's wrong with golf?"

"Uh, only that it blows, seriously," Motor Ed said "I mean, hitting balls with metal clubs? A monkey could do that, seriously," Motor Ed said "oh, and don't get me started on those lame pants man. Now bowling, that's a man's game."

"Let's see if ya think this is lame," Killigan said, producing several of his exploding golf balls, and hitting them towards his now ex-partner.

"Aw dude, seriously, knock it off!" Motor Ed said, running off as Killigan chased after him, club in hand.

"It's sad when villains can't get along, huh KP?" Ron asked as he and Kim watched the two villains.

"Sad's not the word I'd use," Kim said, producing her cell phone from her pocket "I'll put in a call to the police to come by and deal with these two. Something tells me Motor Ed will prefer prison after Killigan's done with him."

"So, now what?"

"Like I said, I've got stuff to handle at home," she told him "you coming over later?"

"Duh, I practically live at your place," Ron said "I think I spend more time there than my own home."

And indeed, a half hour later, Ron did come over.

"Hey Kim, did you buy any more potato chips? 'Cause I got a massive taste for snackage," he said before he stepping into the kitchen.

There he saw Kim digging around the fridge. Smiling a mischievous grin, he snuck up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist "gotcha!"

"Wow, that's quite a grip you've got there Ron, but I don't think Kim would be happy to see you grabbing me like this," replied a voice that Ron recognized instantly.

"Tara?" a shocked Ron asked, immediately releasing his grip.

"Hey," the bubbly blonde said, emerging her head from the fridge to wave at him.

At that moment, Kim walked into the kitchen, "you find the yogurt you were looking for?" she asked.

"I swear Kim, I thought she was you!" Ron said.

"O-kay, I'm not going to even ask," Kim replied "Ron, Tara's going to be staying here for a few days while her house is being renovated."

"Found it!" Tara said happily, pulling a yogurt out of the fridge "well, nice to see you again Ron" she added, as she left the kitchen.

"Are you sure this is a good idea Kim?" Ron asked.

"Why wouldn't it be?"

"Need I remind you that Tara once had a thing for me?" Ron told her.

"Ron, that was back in sophomore year in high school, I'm pretty sure she got over it."

"Oh come on Kim; if she spends all this close quarters contact with me, those feelings could come back," Ron told her "you really think she's not gonna want herself a piece of this?" he added, moving his arms up the length of his body.

"Something tells me she'll be able to resist her animal urges," Kim replied sarcastically "and besides, you may not want to hear this, but you're not exactly Brad Pitt."

"That cuts deep KP, really deep" Ron replied, slightly sad.

"Hey, that's actually a compliment," Kim told him "if you looked like a famous movie star, then I'd have to worry about pretty girls following you around all day," she added, pulling him closer "and that's my job."

"And believe me Kim, no one does it better than you do," Ron told her.

"Good, then I don't want to hear anymore about this Tara stuff, understand?" Kim asked. Ron nodded in reply "good, " Kim replied, giving him a kiss on the cheek "I've got to go get Tara settled in, but don't go anywhere."

"Where would I go?" Ron asked.

In the next chapter, Kim learns Tara has an ulterior motive for asking to stay and the Mystery Hotel readies itself for customers.