A/N: Sorry for the long delay. I had to recharge me muse. Many thanks for your patience and to Pat Squared, Lycox, Zaratan, Isamu, Eckles, Scotty Boi, BigHerb81, Yankee Bard, Dakonis Aurous, Dante Cell, Whitem, Spectre666, Cody MacArthur Fett, cmanuk, and CajunBear73 for their reviews.

So finally after a long delay. I give you chapter 7 of Ronnie Diamond Private Eye: The Case of the Monkey's Uncle. I hope you enjoy it.

Bubba

Kim Possible struggled to get out of bed the next morning. The mission to find Ron and rescue him had been complicated. Complicated by the fact that Ron didn't really need rescuing and complicated by her ride who introduced her to the magic world of marijuana.

She was mortified by her behavior on the mission and she promised herself she would never smoke marijuana again. Or at least she wouldn't smoke anymore after she smoked up the two pounds of weed hidden in the laundry room.

"What day is this...Saturday?" Kim thought as she struggled out of bed. She was supposed to meet Ronnie Diamond somewhere. Oh yes, now she remembered. She was to meet him at his office to work on the museum caper.

Cringing, Kim mentally kicked herself. "I've been hanging around with that boy too long. I'm starting to think like him."

"Kimberly Ann Possible, you come downstairs this instant."

"Oh no...I am so busted." Kim thought as she put on a bathrobe and headed down to face her mother.

Just as Kim had suspected her mother was waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs holding her stash. Kim tried to think of a quick lie but realized that she could come up with nothing even remotely believable.

"Kimberly Ann Possible, why did I find THIS in the dryer?" Ann Possible asked sternly, as she held up the 2 bags of marijuana that Kim had brought back from her mission.

Staring at the weed, she unconsciously licked her lips. "I'm sorry mom, it was...a gift...I never smoked any of it..."

Ann Possible frowned. "The smell coming from your mission clothes would indicate otherwise."

"Uh...uh..." Kim stammered as she tried to come up with an excuse. But no excuse was forthcoming. "It's mine, the guys who I got the lift from, gave it to me...I know it was wrong...but...I just had to try it." Kim confessed sadly.

"Well all right then. You are hereby grounded for a month. You can not go on missions and your father and I must approve of your rides from now on." Ann said firmly.

Kim stared longingly at the 2 bags of weed her mother held. "I...I understand."

"Do you know what happens to young girls who turn to drugs Kim?" Ann demanded.

Feeling a lecture coming on, Kim looked at the floor and said. "What?"

"Bad things happen that's what. Some girls end up dancing naked on tables in seedy bars, having strange men shoving dollar bills into their G-strings. This is not the kind of life that I want for my daughter. Do I make myself clear?"

Kim nodded her head. "Yes"

Ann frowned, "Your father and I are going to dispose of these...these...drugs in the proper and responsible manner."

"Ann, Ann, I found our old bong pipe." James Possible said happily as he joined the mother, daughter chat. "It was in the garage with our old antiwar stuff."

"Not now Jim..." Ann said sternly as she glared at her husband.

Jim Possible looked at his wife and then to his daughter, "Oh...bad time?"

Still glaring at her husband, Ann said. "Yes"

Kim rolled her eyes, "I can't believe you two were going to smoke up my stash!"

Shuffling his feet, Jim Possible denied the allegation. "Well no, no...We're actually going to invite a bunch of our college friends over to help us out."

Ann Possible elbowed her husband hard in the ribs. "We are supposed to be setting an example here."

"Oh yeah, right...Uh Kimmie Cub, don't smoke marijuana or you might turn out like us...A brain surgeon or a rocket scientist." Jim said sternly.

Kim snatched the pipe away from her father, "Cool...colored glass."

"Yeah, your mother picked it out." Jim said proudly.

"JIM!"

Jim snatched the pipe away from Kim, "It's an artifact of our youth. We got this the year we protested the war and followed the Grateful Dead around all summer."

"You guys weren't old enough to protest the Viet Nam war." Kim reminded them.

Laughing Jim Possible shook his head. "Of course not honey. We were protesting America's illegal war with Grenada...Only problem was the war was over before the paint was dry on our 'Reagan Sucks' signs."

"It was the thought that counted dear." Ann said quickly before covering her mouth.

Kim shook her head in mock disgust. "And you two call yourselves my parents."

Jim and Ann Possible stared at the ground. Ann finally looked up, "You're still grounded from missions."

"A day"

"2 weeks"

"5 days"

"A week, 7 days"

"Two days, one for each bag and that's my final offer."

"Sold" Jim said quickly.

Ann looked angrily at her husband, "She would have settled for 4 days."

"Ha, too late to back out now." Kim said happily.

The sound of the door bell caught their attention. Ann looked towards the door. "I wonder who that could be."

Kim winced, "Its Ronnie Diamond...I think."

Jim Possible looked at his daughter, "Don't you think you ought to get that. After all it was Ronnie Diamond who brought you home last night."

"I'll get it." Kim said a little less than enthusiastically.

Shuffling off dejectedly, she made her way to the front door. She could still hear her parents bickering in hushed whispers behind her.

"What?"

"You know what."

"I didn't tell her anything she couldn't have guessed on her own."

"At least you didn't tell her about meeting me at that topless bar."

"Yah, dancing naked on that table. You were smokin' back then."

"Were?"

"Are, are….smokin'…still."

Kim shook her head in disgust, "I don't believe this, my parents are stoners."

Opening the door she saw another person that she was dreading to see. "Hi Ron"

Ronnie Diamond stood in the doorway, his fedora cocked at a jaunty angle on his head. Trench coat freshly cleaned and pressed, and a new toothpick between his teeth. "Hi yah Kid feeling better today?"

Without much enthusiasm, Kim replied. "Wonderful"

"Glad to hear it. Now get changed. We've got a long day ahead of us."

"Alright, come on in." Kim said wearily as she stepped aside from the door to allow well dressed teen detective into the house.

"Thought you'd never ask." Ron said as he stepped inside the house.

Kim went upstairs to get ready to go. Leaving Ronnie Diamond to his own devices, at the moment what he was interested in was getting something to eat. Walking towards the kitchen, Ronnie Diamond was hoping to find something tasty being cooked. Today however there was no activity coming from the kitchen. He did however spot Mr. and Mrs. Possible engrossed in a deep discussion.

"I never thought she was attractive." Mr. Possible said defensively.

"Oh, then the fondling at the Christmas party was just….Oh, Hi Ronnie." Mrs. Possible said suddenly as she spotted Kim's delusional childhood friend.

"Hi yah, Mrs. P, gee that's a swell looking pipe….Funny though I never took you for much of a smoker, never mind a pipe." Ron said as he pointed towards the glass pipe in her hands.

"Oh…this…it's not mine…its'…."

"….a family heirloom." Mr. Possible said quickly.

Ronnie Diamond smiled and took off his hat. "Say that's keen. Not that I want to impose or anything but…Rufus hasn't had breakfast yet and…"

Rufus popped out of the pocket of Ronnie Diamond's trench coat. It looked as if Rufus had a hard night. His eyes were bloodshot as he looked sadly at Mrs. Possible. "hnk' Hungry."

"I'll whip up a quick breakfast, while Jim puts the...family heirloom away." She told him as she passed the glass bong pipe back to her husband.

Jim took the bags of marijuana and the pipe and quickly left the room. Ronnie Diamond shook his head. "I told Kim to the leave the reefer alone. I trust you're going to dispose of the hemp in an appropriate manner?"

Mrs. Possible smiled nervously, "Oh yes, Jim and I plan on getting rid of it…quickly. So it's Rufus that's hungry this morning?"

Chuckling Ronnie Diamond ran his hand nervously up and down the back of his neck. "Truthfully Mrs. Possible, I could do with a bit of breakfast myself."

"No problem Ronnie. So how have you been feeling lately, any strange headaches or anything?" Mrs. Possible asked.

Ronnie Diamond shook his head, "Nope, the picture of health. My mom now…that's another story."

Mrs. Possible looked up from fixing breakfast, "Delores is having problems?"

"Yah, she got all strange on me the other day when I hung a crucifix on my wall. I mean we're Roman Catholics, I don't see what the big deal is."

"Yah, what's the big deal." Rufus as added as he scampered onto the kitchen table.

Ann Possible's was speechless for a few moments and the quickly recovered. "I see. Oh by the way thanks for bringing Kimmy home last night. I think that mission was quite an ordeal for her."

"Awwwwwwww, no problem Mrs. Possible, I always look out for Kim like she's my own little sister or somethin'."

"I don't know why that would be considering that I'm older than you." Kim said as she entered the kitchen.

"Hey Kid, good to see you up and looking fresh this morning."

"It looks like I can't go out sleuthing with you today. I'm kind of grounded." Kim said with just a trace of disappointment as she glanced at her mother.

"Kimmie is grounded because of the drugs we found in the dryer." Ann said sternly as she looked at her daughter.

Ronnie Diamond chuckled. "Yeah, by the time she caught up to me and Yori she was pretty well out of her tree."

"RON!" Kim screamed, completely horrified that Ronnie Diamond might rat her totally out.

Ron shrugged, "Well Kid, I did warn you."

"Ron, she's not going to let me go out on missions for the next two days." Kim said urgently hoping that would shut her loose lipped friend up.

A look of panic came over Ronnie Diamond's face, "Jeepers, is that true Mrs. Possible?"

Mrs. Possible looked into Ronnie Diamond's pleading eyes and her heart melted. "Well she can go but only if you're along. You're such a good influence on our Kimmie."

Ronnie Diamond blushed. "Awwwww, Mrs. Possible…"

Kim had turned red in the face as well but from a completely different emotion. "Ronnie Diamond the minute we are out that door, you are so dead."

The old Plymouth with the thoroughly modern high performance Chevrolet 350 cubic inch racing engine, backed out of the driveway. Kim Possible sat looking glumly in the passenger's seat. "I can't believe the 'Rents found my stash."

"What's that Kid?"

Kim shook her head, "Oh nothing...I...I just can't believe I had a stash...I mean...ME!"

"I tried to warn yah."

"I mean...I'm an honor student...honor students don't get high." Kim said sadly.

Ronnie Diamond nodded his head, "I guess that will teach you to leave the reefers alone from now on."

"Yeah...I guess...I can't believe I got high..." She said as she glanced out the window of the moving car. "I can't believe I want to do it again...and soon." She whispered conspiratorially to herself.

Ronnie Diamond's 1937 Plymouth turned into the Middleton High School parking lot. There was a crowd of teenagers waiting for the candy apple red machine to pull to a stop. Kim looked over at Ron, unsure about why they were there. Her prevailing thought was that the reason was not going to be good. "Ron, why are we here?"

Looking at his redheaded counterpart, Ronnie Diamond frowned. "I'm sorry Kid, but this is for your own good."

"What is for my own good?" Kim asked nervously.

"Well, I talked to Monique this morning and told her about what happened yesterday."

Kim's mouth fell open, "WHAT, why did you do that? Now everyone's going to know."

Ronnie Diamond glanced at the growing crowd, "Now Kid, I'm sure Monique can be discreet."

Trying to hide in the large old car Kim quickly flipped down the sun visor and gasped as a pair of panties fell into her lap. A look of unwelcome surprise crossed her face. "What? Whose are these?"

Snatching the panties quickly, Ronnie Diamond mumbled, "Oh that's where Monique left those."

Kim Gasped "MONIQUE"

Not waiting around to be punched, Ronnie Diamond quickly scrambled out of the car. "Time to get you right Kid."

Scrambling out the passenger's side, Kim said angrily. "What do you mean get me right?"

Monique stood glaring at Kim with her arms folded. Ronnie Diamond handed her the wadded up panties that Kim had found under the sun visor. "Here you go, I knew they'd turn up."

Giggling Monique said softly, "Thank you Ronnie."

"MONIQUE" Kim gasped again, her green eyes alight with the fires of jealousy.

Bonnie Rockwaller saw the panties change hand, "Great I wonder how many more girls are loosing they're panties in the back of that old car?"

Ronnie Diamond winked at the angry looking brunette. "Ronnie Diamond will always have a soft spot for you in his heart, Bon Bon."

"Really?" Bonnie said as her hard exterior melted away.

Monique glared at Ron, "Hey, pay attention over here."

Quickly turning from the cheer squad and assorted curious students Ron faced Kim. It was now the toughest moment of the young trench coated lad's life. It was time to turn Kim away from drugs. "Uh...Kid...smoking reefers is bad news, so after consulting long and hard with Monique in the backseat of Bessie. We came to the conclusion that...that you...need an inspection."

"Intervention..." Monique quickly corrected him.

Kim was not hearing any of it. She only picked out two words from the speech that meant anything to her. "Monique, before I pound you into the pavement...I only want to know two things. Just how long and how hard did you two discuss this?"

Monique much to everyone's surprise stood her ground. "Long enough, Kimga the Jungle Gir, Ronnie told me all about your stripping naked and attacking him last night?"

Stunned Kim shook her head, "No...that...that didn't happen."

Taking a fresh toothpick from the pocket of his trench coat, Ronnie observed. "Yah see Kid, see what smoking' reefers does to your memory. It was all I could do to put your clothes back on yah. I mean those training bras are tough."

Kim crossed her arms over her chest, and said in shocked outrage. "I so do not wear a training bra."

Ronnie Diamond grinned, "I've popped a few bras off in my time. But putting them on... All those hooks and stuff, I don't see how you girls do it? I tell yah Kid, getting you into that bra sure was a training exercise for me."

Monique stared at Ronnie Diamond in disbelief for a moment before turning her attention back to her friend. "Right, so...we've came up with a presentation to help you get straight."

Rolling her eyes, Kim said, "You Cat's are just so squaresville...Dig!"

Pointing at his misguided friend, Ronnie Diamond was quick to point out. "See Kid, less than 24 hours after exposure and you're starting to talk like a Hep Cat."

Kim quickly covered her mouth, "Oh my God!"

Josh Mankey stepped forward from the group. "It's OK Kim, me and the band...We're cool, we used to be really cool until our source went to jail. Do you think you can hook us up with your supplier?"

Blinking at her ex-boyfriend disbelievingly, Kim didn't bother to respond. She just slowly shook her head.

Looking over towards the angry glare of Ronnie Diamond, Josh realized that he had a fresh set of problems other than finding a new source for his cool. "You're going to punch me again...aren't you?"

Taking the toothpick from his mouth, Ronnie Diamond confirmed Josh Mankey's fear. "Yeah Pal, we're headed down that road."

With that being said, Ronnie Diamond punched Josh Mankey in the mouth. Josh hit the ground before quickly scrambling to his feet and running for his car. Ronnie Diamond calmly replaced the toothpick between his lips and muttered, "There's got to be something wrong with a guy whose last name is one letter removed from monkey."

Monique regained control of Kim's intervention. "Bonnie, explain to Kim why she shouldn't use drugs."

Bonnie sighed as she pulled out 4 large cardboard signs. Pulling out the first blue cardboard card with the word 'Stupid' embossed on it in large white letters. "Not that it matters to me, but drugs make you stupid."

Flipping to her second cardboard sign, Bonnie continued in the same bored, uninterested tone. "Drugs cause tooth decay and not only will you be stupid but you'll lose all your teeth."

Kim lifted an eyebrow. "Tooth decay?"

Monique looked at Kim sternly. "Yeah tooth decay. Just like that old guy down by Ronnie's office. You know the one, that always wears the winter coats in the summer, draws pictures in the air with his finger and talks to himself. You can bet he does drugs and you can tell by looking at him that he doesn't have any teeth."

Bonnie continued, "Drugs make you crazy...or in your case crazier than usual."

"Crazy...what makes you think I'm crazy?" Kim said between clinched teeth.

Everyone stared silently at her. Taking a step back from the small mob, Kim shook her head. "I...I'm not crazy...It's...it's all of you...who are crazy...yeah, yeah, I'm just fine...I'M THE SANE ONE!"

The pleasant sounding jingle of the Kimmunicator alerted her to an incoming call. Kim held up a finger to bring about a cease to the hostilities. Clicking the receive button she saw the image of her friend Wade Load appear on the screen. "Hey Kim"

Never taking her eye off the mob, she whispered into the communications device. "What's the sitch, Wade?"

Ronnie Diamond ever quick to notice something new, he quickly snatched the Kimmunicator away from her. "Hey...A little colored boy in a box."

Turning the Kimmunicator over in his hands to see if there was some trick involved, he shook the device to see if Wade would tumble out or not. "How do you do that?"

Annoyed Monique quickly took the device away and handed it back to Kim. "What did I tell you about calling African American's coloreds?"

Putting an arm behind Monique's waist he drew her in close to him. Lifting an eyebrow Ronnie Diamond gazed deeply into her eyes. "You are truly beautiful in thy wrath."

Giggling, Monique swooned. "Oh Ronnie, you always know just what to say."

Kim now completely distracted from her conversation as she watched Ronnie Diamond preparing to kiss Monique quickly called out. "RON!"

"Huh"

Monique pursed her lips and bugged out her eyes at Kim as she just ruined a beautiful romantic interlude. "KIM!"

"KIM!" Wade called out from the Kimmunicator.

"WADE!" Kim said in exasperation.

Rufus popped out of the pocket of Ron's trench coat and cried out. "RUFUS!"

Ronnie Diamond took off his fedora and scratched his head. "Well, it's a good thing we all know who each other are. I was becoming confused."

"RON!" Kim called out urgently once again.

Holding up a finger Ronnie Diamond stepped back from an obviously confused redhead. "Hang on Kid. We've already established that fact."

Wade's voice sounded from the Kimmunicator once again. "Kim, you're high again aren't you?"

"NO!"

"Intervention time..." Monique called out as she took a bucket of water from one of her fellow mob mates before hurling the contents at Kim.

Kim let out a shriek as she was dowsed by 2 more buckets of water. Then came the eggs. The mob began to pelt the utterly humiliated teen hero with eggs. Kim screamed again as she shielded her face from oncoming white missiles.

Monique led the attack, screaming the Middleton High School's new anti-drug message at the top of her lungs. "DRUGS ON BRAINS, DRUGS ON BRAINS, DRUGS ON BRAINS!"

Bonnie ceased hurling eggs at her high school rival long enough to say to Monique, "Hey, its brains on drugs."

Looking at Bonnie, Monique nodded her head. "Oh sorry...BRAINS ON DRUGS, BRAINS ON DRUGS!"

Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity to Kim. The eggs ceased flying in her direction. Drenched in cold water and covered in runny egg yolks, she looked up and down at herself. Turning to Ronnie Diamond she tried to speak, but no words would come.

When words did come, they weren't pretty. Kim let out a blistering stream of profanity towards the trench coat wearing teen that any sailor would be proud of. A stream of profanity so obscene, that it can not be accurately convoyed here for fear of the story loosing the 'T' rating.

Ronnie Diamond looked nervously at the now deranged redhead and nervously said. "Gee Kid...You aren't mad or anything are yah?"

Tilting her head to one side, Kim was once again rendered momentarily speechless. She now decided that actions spoke louder than words. Charging towards Ronnie Diamond, she launched her self into the air.

Ronnie Diamond turned to run, but wasn't quick enough as Kim attached herself to his back and began to rain down blows upon the young detective. Now regaining the power of speech, Kim screamed. "DIE, DIAMOND DIE..."

Watching Ronnie Diamond being beaten to a pulp, Tara covered her mouth in horror and proclaimed. "Oh wow, drugs really do make you crazy."

Wincing as Ronnie Diamond fell to the ground with Kim still landing blow after blow on him. Bonnie Rockwaller shook her head sadly. "I just wish I'd bought more than 3 dozen eggs. I can't remember when I've had this much fun."

After beating Ronnie Diamond senseless Kim ran for home totally humiliated by Middleton High School's anti-drug intervention. Slowly struggling to his feet, Ron watched his best friend disappear into the distance. Ron put his hands into his pockets, hoping against hope that he wouldn't discover the smashed corpse of his best buddy Rufus in one of them. He had gone to the ground pretty hard and was frightened for the mole rats safety.

Both pockets were empty, much to his relief. Looking around he called out weakly. "rufus...Rufus..."

"He's in the car Ronnie." Monique told him quietly.

Looking towards the car, he saw the little pink mole rat peeking out over the driver's side window. Terrified beyond belief but other than that, he was safe. Breathing a sigh of relief, Ron whispered to himself. "Glad to see you made it buddy."

Monique handed Ron his fedora. "Tough day for the Diamond?"

Ron took the hat from her and said nothing. He now became aware of something warm and sticking running down his face. He touched his hand to it and discovered it was blood. Wiping his hand on his coat, Ron looked at the silent crowd. "I...I better go see if the Kid's alright...I...I might have hurt her knuckles or somethin'."

He quickly drove to the Possible's house. Mrs. Possible gasped when she saw Ron at the door. "You better come inside."

Ronnie Diamond started to cry, "Kim beat me up and I didn't even do nothin'."

"Oh poor baby, come inside and sit down. I need to take a look at you." Ann said as she took him into the kitchen.

"I didn't throw any eggs, honest I didn't. I didn't know they were going to do that. I'd of never taken her over there if I'd known they was going to do that." Ron sobbed.

Ann Possible frowned as she examined the rumpled young detective. "Well...nothing appears to be broken."

Ronnie Diamond sniffled, "She called me a moose trucker...I don't even know what a moose trucker is."

"Kim was pretty angry when she came in here." Ann said neutrally as she tried not to take sides in the dispute.

"She should have been sore. I mean...I was just trying to help her and now I've loused everything up." Ron sobbed.

"You're heart was in the right place...but your method to warn Kim off drugs was...a little...offbeat."

"It wasn't my idea, honest Mrs. Possible." Ronnie Diamond said as he pleaded his case.

"You look like you're going to be alright Ron...How's your head feel?" Ann asked nervously.

"OK, I guess. My trench coat's got blood on it...it's ruined and...My hat's all smashed. How can I be a proper detective without my hat?" Ron sniffled as he looked over his clothes.

Ann took the rumpled fedora from Ron's hands and tried to fix it up as best she could. Handing it back to him she observed, "There, now it has character. It makes you look tough, rough and ready...a regular man of the world."

"Really?" Ronnie said, his mood clearly improving.

"Really..." Mrs. Possible said smiling at the boy.

Ronnie Diamond stood as tall and erect as he could. "Gee Mrs. Possible, you got a knack for makin' a guy feel better."

Ann chuckled, "That's why I'm the doctor. I'm going to go smooth things over with Kimmie...If that's alright with you?"

Shuffling his feet nervously, Ron looked up Mrs. Possible. "If it's all the same to you...I'd just as soon you didn't mention anything about me crying an stuff. You know...big detectives don't cry and all that."

Ann fought back a smile. "I won't say anything Ronnie...It'll be our little secret."

Rufus sprang from Ron's coat pocket. "You big baby."

Ronnie Diamond glared at his pink friend sternly, "RUFUS"

Kim walked into the kitchen in a bathrobe. Her hair was wrapped up in a towel like a turban. She stared angrily at the slightly disheveled boy detective and folded her arms in front of her.

Ronnie Diamond nervously took a toothpick from his pocket and placed it between his lips. "Sorry about what happened out there today, Kid. I...I didn't mean for anything like that to happen to you."

There was no reaction from Kim as she continued to glare at him.

"Uh...I...I don't blame you for being sore at me. I was a big dummy and...I...I just wanted to say I was sorry and...and stuff. Yah, yah...didn't hurt your hand or anything did yah?" Ronnie Diamond asked nervously.

Finally Kim's wall of silence was broken. "No, no you didn't hurt my hand. After all I was punching something soft and fatty...I think it was your head."

"Aha...ha...ha...Yeah, that's a good one Kid. See you're getting your sense of humor back. So now that I'm forgiven, we got some sleuthing to do." Ronnie Diamond said happily.

"I don't know if I have or will ever forgive you, Ron." Kim said calmly.

Stunned at Kim's revelation, Ronnie Diamond quickly took off his hat. Not knowing quite what to do, he finally nodded his head. "I...I understand. I'll be seeing yah, Kid."

Ron headed towards the front door of the house. Kim watched him as he walked away slowly. Finally her curiosity got the better of her. "Where are you going?"

Turning to face her, he took the toothpick from his mouth. "I...I was just going to go down to the library and check out a hunch in the newspaper morgue."

Kim nodded her head, "I'll be down in 10 minutes, wait for me."

Ronnie Diamond grinned, "I knew you couldn't..."

"I haven't forgiven you yet. I just want to see what your hunch is." Kim said sternly.

"Oh...yeah, right, right...uhhhhh...you will forgive me...right?" Ron said hopefully.

Kim said nothing as she walked up the stairs. At the top of the stairs Mrs. Possible was waiting for her daughter. "Well, how did it go?"

Grinning, Kim said in her best Bronx accent. "The pint sized gumshoe is sufficiently humbled. The boy will think twice before ever crossin' wits with Kimmie Possible."

Ann smiled, "That's my girl."

The smile slipped from Kim's face. "Course it don't mean I ain't gonna muss Monique up the next time I get a gander at her. By my reckoning...I figure...I owe her one...Capisch?"

"Capisch!" Ann Possible said happily.

Parking the candy apple red 1937 Plymouth outside the Middleton Library, Ronnie Diamond quickly hopped out of the car and raced around to the passenger's side to open the door for his passenger, Kim Possible.

Kim stepped out of the car, and turned her nose up at him. "Humpf"

Ron sighed as he watched her walk toward the entrance. "How many times do I have to say I'm sorry already?"

There was no reply so he just shook his head and followed her into the building. Once inside Ronnie Diamond walked up to one of the librarians. "Hi yah Toots, where do you keep your back issues of the Middleton Gazette?"

The Librarian looked disdainfully over her half moon glasses. "How far back are you looking…Flatfoot?"

Ronnie Diamond frowned at being called a flatfoot but said nothing. "I'm looking for papers going back to last Saturday."

The woman pointed over to a corner, "Over there on the rack with the rest of the news papers."

Running over to the rack of papers, Ronnie Diamond quickly scooped up a week worth of papers. There was a crime to be solved at the Middleton Museum of Science and Ron felt that time was running out. He was sure the answer lay somewhere in the newspapers. Some clue that was overlooked by everyone else, a clue that would not escape the attention of the famous detective Ronnie Diamond.

Kim lifted an eyebrow as he moved to a table and took a seat. Finally the suspense was becoming too much for her. She sat down across from him and whispered, "Just what are you looking for?"

Momentarily ignoring the redhead, Ronnie Diamond quickly leafed through the oldest paper. "I...I'm not sure but...I'll know it when I see it." He mumbled.

Kim sighed and pulled out her Kimmunicator, she keyed the button and waited for a familiar voice.

"Hey Kim…you're not high…right?"

"Wade, shush…I'm in a library…and NO, I'm not high." Kim hissed into the communications device.

"What can I do for you?"

Casting a glance towards Ron, who still had his nose buried in a paper, Kim made her request. "My detective friend here is looking for anything strange or out of the ordinary in the Middleton Gazette over the last week. Can you check it out for us?"

"Sure" Wade said as his fingers flew across the computer keyboard. A few seconds later he shook his head. "I got nothing."

Ronnie Diamond sat up quickly in his seat. Something had caught his attention.

"What is it?" Kim asked anxiously.

Shaking his head, the young detective said in disgust. "This store called Kohl's…They're having a sale...but get a load of these prices…Sheeeeeeeeeesh. Doesn't look like much of a sale from where I'm sitting, Kid."

Kim rolled her eyes, "Well, obviously. I guess Wade just missed that one."

"I did not…just didn't think it was relevant."

"I was being sarcastic."

"Oh…sorry...You're never usually this sarcastic, are you sure you're not…"

"WADE!"

Ronnie Diamond looked up from his newspaper, more than a little annoyed. He put a finger to his lips. "Shhhhhhh…Kid, we're in a library. You want people to think yah ain't got good breadin' or somethin'?"

Kim sighed and shook her head. "You are never going to be forgiven at this rate."

"Here it is…" Diamond murmured.

"Here's what?" Kim asked.

"What I'm looking for." Diamond replied.

Kim frowned, "Wade says there's nothing unusual in the paper this week."

Reaching across the table, Ronnie Diamond snatched the Kimmunicator from her. Pointing at the screen, Ron said. "That's because you're not a detective. Come on Kid, let's go."

"There's nothing there, Ron." Wade said once again, before Kim ended the call.

"Go…go where?" Kim asked as she sprang up and ran to keep up with Ronnie Diamond as he exited the library.

"To take you home, things could get dicey and I don't want nothin' happenin' to yah." Diamond said as he reached the car.

Kim was outraged. "Ron, you are so not taking me home."

Ronnie Diamond turned to face her. "Look…Kid, you're still sore at me and I can't say as I blame yah. But if something happened to you and you were still mad at me…Well…you're going home."

Kim crossed her arms, "I'm not mad at you. You're forgiven. I'm also sorry that I tried to twist your head off like a bottle cap and that I called you a dumb mother…"

"That's great Kid, now get in." Ron said as he slid in behind the wheel.

Growling as she got in the car, "Ron…where are we going?"

"To crack the case Kid, to crack the case."