Kim Possible: So The Legend [Multi X-Over. A Senpaiverse Sidestory]

Wow, IRL and working on Legends totally derailed me. Next time I'm going to be less precise on the days unless I know when I get things posted. Anyway, speaking of Kim's boy, let's see how he's handling camp.


Among a group of heavily costumed and suited mascots, Ron was in the heart of his element, growling and howling as the Mad Dog mask foamed at the mouth. The other mascots let out muffled cheers and chants, throwing their fists into the air or clapping in applause of the Middleton Mad Dog at his finest. After menacing around the circle of mascots, lunging and fake snapping at his peers, Ron slid on his knees back to the center of the circle, letting out one final growling howl.

A blue sabretooth tiger mascot cupped the sides of his cartoonish cheeks. "… Such ferocity, such showmanship…"

A white pegasus pumped a hoofed hand at Ron. "Jeez, Mad Dog, you're not even in full suit and I wanna punch a dude! Where do you get that intensity from, man?!"

Ron pulled off the mad dog mask and fit it under his arm. "It's not about the dog you wear." He patted his chest. "It's about the dog in you."

All his fears about camp were effectively dashed by the warm reception of fellow mascots at the picturesque camp site. How could he be afraid of a camp?

Muscling from the circle, the waddling shark costumed mascot raised their fins in praise of Ron, then held up their left for a high five. Ron did not leave the shark mascot hanging. "Hey, you're Shark Kid!"

Shark Kid raised their fins in cheer again, then went fins akimbo while their tail fin wagged behind them.

Ron was impressed by the tail movement. "You were great during nationals. Doing all that wild flopping around, you had everybody rolling."

Shark Kid shook as though laughing boisterously, then slapped Ron on the shoulder with their right flipper, nearly knocking him over. "Whoa… and you're… weirdly strong, too. Wow."

The white pegasus mascot rested a hand on Ron's shoulder. "Hey, Mad Dog. Just as a heads up, you'll wanna get signed in so you can get a good cabin. Spots are filling up fast."

Turning his head, the big felt horse man gestured to the small felt shark. "Hey Shark Kid, care to show Mad Dog to the tables?"

Shark Kid quickly snapped into a salute and led Ron off, gesticulating wildly as they walked with him.

"How am I liking the camp site?" He asked in response to the seemingly random flailing. "I gotta say, it definitely feels like how a camp should be, and not all weird and scary like the last campsite I went to. Shame it's not the MCC with the computer lab and the Bueno Nacho."

Shark Kid immediately slumped forward, hanging their head low as if in despair. Ron read it perfectly. "You were hoping to stay at the college, too? I think we can live for a week without it."

In agreement, Shark Kid hopped several times before tripping, flailing, and falling on their face.

"Whoa, are you okay?" Ron asked.

Shark Kid held up fin in affirmative, then slowly rose back to their feet. Once again, the shark-dressed mascot began dancing, and Ron quickly interpreted it.

"Wow, the suit's that soft, huh? No wonder you faceplant so much." He looked at Rufus on his shoulder. "Complete dedication to the craft. This is why Shark Kid is a genius."

Shark Kid placed their hands over their cheeks, as if to swoon while blushing brightly. Together they approached the tables, where a green-eyed girl with light brown skin and poofy orange-red hair wearing the black and gold uniform of the Condoleezza Rice Preparatory Cougars Cheer Squad sat. When they approached, the girl gasped.

"Oh my gosh, Ron Stoppable. I can't believe you're here!" The cheerleader said. "And Rufus, too! Oh my gosh!" The cheerleader quickly clapped her hands together. "He is so cute!"

Rufus, who liked the attention even more, humbly pressed his left paw to his cheek while making an "Oh do go on!" gesture to the young woman while chattering.

Ron could feel his stock go up as cheerleaders recognized him, too. "Well, you know… I can't always be out saving the world. Sometimes, I gotta let the dog out."

He hefted up the mad dog mask for emphasis, and the cheerleader laughed.

"Right? Anyway, my name's Jazmine and I'm in charge of getting everyone signed in!" The cheerleader gestured to the sign-in sheet. "You're gonna need to sign-in here on the mascots form, and we will give you your assigned cabin! Since we're a bit tight for space, you will be bunking with another mascot."

"That's okay," Ron said as he began writing down his name. He glanced towards Shark Kid. "Wouldn't it be awesome if we got to share a cabin, Shark Kid?"

Once more Shark Kid brought their flippers to the sides of their big grinning shark mouth, and steam poured from their gills.

Jazmine giggled at their reaction before checking where Ron signed his name. "All right! You're all set up in Cabin Thirteen."

Ron jerked forward slightly before coming to a sudden halt. Memories flooded his mind, of a shotgun shack of a cabin in the furthest corner of the camp, snarling squirrels, sneering archers, and a shrieking chimpanzee. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his pupils dilated, and a tremor began to run through his body.

Jazmine tilted her head, her pom-pom-like bunches bouncing with it. "Are you okay…? Hello~, Mad Dog?"

"Hey!" Rufus chattered, before slapping Ron's cheek, and he snapped out of it.

"Huh?! Okay? I'm okay! Super okay!" He quickly said. "This is Camp Gottagrin! Not Camp Wannaweep! Thirteen? Thirteen is my favorite number! It's when I got Rufus, hahahaha!"

Both Shark Kid and Jazmine looked at one another, then at Ron with concern. Reading the room, Ron did what he did best to avoid an awkward situation–he powered through. "Well, I'm gonna go check out my cabin, thanks ladies and sharks!"

Gripping the head of his costume, Ron quickly retreated and headed towards the cabins, Jazmine calling after him. "Hey, you need your key card…!"

Ron did not hear her, caught up in his own desperate self-reassurance. "It's just a coincidence, Ron. This is bright and sunny Camp Gottagrin! Fun and happy Camp Gottagrin! There's 'grin' in the name! How can this not be the happiest place on Earth?"

He looked around as he walked, and found that the cabins weren't tiny, barely maintained log shacks. They were large and spacious, newly made even. The path was well-groomed, and the grass was cut. Birds were singing, flowers were blooming. Everything was… nice.

"This is not Camp Wannaweep, this is not Camp Wannaweep," Ron reminded himself again as he reached his cabin–no different from the others, with even a nice little placard numbered 13 just above the door. "This is going to be a fun week where I can hang out with mascots and watch cheerleaders do cheerleading stuff!"

He looked at Rufus as he reached the door. "Right, Rufus?"

Rufus rolled his eyes and gave him a more reassuring pat on the cheek. "A-OK."

Taking several big, deep breaths, Ron steadied himself and found his center as he grasped the door handle and turned it.

It didn't budge.

"Huh?" Ron said aloud before jiggling the handle. He called into the Cabin "Hello? Why's the door locked? I'm supposed to be staying here?"

To his surprise the handle suddenly twisted, and creaked open. Ron slowly looked up and met gazes with an olivine-skinned young man with dark green hair, whose face lit up with delight in recognition.

Terror, on the other hand, swept through Ron.

"Hey Ronnie," the young man said, "Remember me?"

Ron stepped back, staring at the young man. "… Y-you… you're… you…!"

The young man stepped out of the cabin, wearing a dark green sleeveless shirt and lime-green pants–the first un-uniformed person Ron had seen out here. "Come on, buddy. I know you remember me. How can you forget?"

How could he forget? Ron's mind swirled as he was bombarded with chilling memories of the red-eyed fish monster he starkly remembered. The terror he inflicted, attempting to drown him repeatedly in the putrid waters of Lake Wannaweep in revenge for the horrifying mutation he suffered in their childhood days at the camp that traumatized him so. Gil Moss, or–as he insisted–the monster man Gill.

He wanted to forget, so he could stop remembering every horrifying second. "Gill!"

"Actually, it's just Gil, now," Gil corrected.

Ron pointed a finger at him accusingly. "GILL!"

"Dude, I said it's just one L now."

"What are you doing here, what evil do you bring to Camp Gottagrin?!" Ron shouted, and nearby mascots and cheerleaders turned to look at him.

Gil just kept on smiling. "Evil? Dude, Ronnie, I'm past that! I'm all de-gunked and legit! I'm even on the football team for Hidden Lake High School! I'm their Mascot, the Creature from the Hidden Lake."

Ron surged at him, forcing Gil back, as he snapped at him. "A perfect role for you, huh?!"

Gil sputtered. "Wh-wha?"

Ron kept going. "You won't get your mutated fish claws into me!"

Turning, Ron bolted away, yelling at the top of his lungs. "Run for your lives! An evil fish monster is in the camp and he's gonna turn us all into mutant horrors!"

As Ron ran off the path and into the woods, falling out of site, Gil looked around at all the other camp guests staring at him, then back in the direction Ron went. "… That hurt, man."

Rufus clung for dear life to the back of Ron's shoulder as he barged through the forest's dense underbrush, panting heavily as he fled as fast as his feet could take him.

"No, no-no-no-no-no! This isn't happening!" Ron said as he ran. "Cabin 13? Gill?! This isn't happening! Why is it that every time I go camping it has to be just like–WHOA!"

He tripped over a branch and began stumbling down a steep slope, right towards the edge of Lake Gottagrin. Bursting through the last few bushes, he staggered right to the lake's edge and came to a halt ankle deep in the clear, calm water.

Staring out, Ron's eyes widened in growing horror as he looked out across the lake. "… No… it can't be…"

Directly across the lake from where he stood, he could see another camp–centered around a large amphitheater styled stage. "… That's… that's Band Camp…!"

He looked to the right. "This isn't happening…"

Almost directly besides the Band Camp was a Camp with numerous telecommunication towers and dishes atop the cabin. "Telecommunications Camp…!"

Further to the right he grew pale at the sight of the circus tent rising above the trees and the cabins surrounding it. "C-Clown Camp…!"

Then finally, he let out a fearful squeak at the unforgettable sight of a rocket looming over several highly advanced-looking lodgings. "Science Camp…"

He looked down at the water he stood in. "This isn't Lake Gottagrin… this… this is… Camp Wannaweep!"

Another young man's voice called out. "Huh, you're the first person I've seen here who knows the old name of this place."

Ron turned to the person who spoke and found himself face to face with a young man with brown, messy hair underneath a brown lumberjack hat. He was another person not dressed like a mascot or a cheerleader, wearing a dark blue vest over a reddish-orange t-shirt, gray cargo shorts, and dark brown hiking boots. In his hands he held a DSLR camera with a long-range zoom lens attached, which he had been pointing at the direction of Clown Camp.

Ron leaped out of the lake with a yelp back onto the bank. "Oh no! Am I mutating?! Do you see any scales?!" He stuck out of his tongue. "I think my tongue's forking!"

The young man with the camera took a few picture of across the lake. "You also know about that, too? Relax, the lake's been allegedly decontaminated so you're not going to mutate. Though… I'm surprised you know even know about that."

He lowered his camera and turned to face Ron. "No one else here knows–and if they do they definitely don't want to talk about it."

He shot an ugly look in the direction of science camp.

Ron looked at the water, suspicious of that claim, before answering. "How can I not know? I've been here too many times to ever forget."

The young man turned back to Ron, and his scowl faded as he recognized him. "Wait a second… you're Ron Stoppable."

"Yeah, yeah, the Middleton Mad Dog," Ron said quickly.

The young man walked up to Ron. "I don't know anything about that, I care more about you being part of Team Possible."

It took Ron aback to be recognized for his sidekick work, and he calmed down a bit. "You do?"

The young man extended his hand. "I'm actually kind of a big fan. The name's Dipper, my sister's attending Cheer Camp and I'm along because spooky lakes full of mysteries and scandals are kind of my jam."

Ron looked at Dipper, then at his hand, before shaking it. "And all the cute cheerleaders you get to hang out with, right?"

Dipper looked aside with a bit of a smirk. "… And all the cute cheerleaders… though hanging out with them? I'll pass."

"Eh, they're cheerleaders, not elves. Just talk to them like any normal person and you'll be fine," Ron assured him.

Dipper let out a short, awkward chuckle. "I don't have time for getting into that kind of trouble."

He looked back over the lake and changed the subject. "There's a lot to unpack here and I've only got a week to do it. In fact, with you here, I feel a lot more confident about investigating it."

As Dipper lifted his camera and took several pictures, Ron watched him intently, Rufus leaning in a bit to find out what this kid was on about with him. "Oh yeah?"

"There's something strange going on here, something possibly even sinister," Dipper answered.

And now Ron was fully alert. "Yeah, there is…" He looked back towards the direction of the camp. "And it's definitely sinister."

Dipper took a few more pictures. "This place is too inconspicuous. It's almost perfect in how it's so unassuming."

Ron nodded in agreement. "That's what I was thinking! But I know now, for a fact, that there's something dangerous going on!"

Dipper lowered his camera again and turned to him. "… You do?"

Ron nodded resolutely. "And I can see you're onto something, too! Lake Wannaweep isn't what it seems at all! The name change, the cleanup, no one knowing what's going on here…!"

Dipper nodded, growing more enthusiastic. "Yeah… yeah! We're the only ones who see it, don't we?!"

Ron raised a clenched fist. "I sure do!"

Together they shouted.

"The suspicious clown camp across the lake!"

"The mutant fish monster plotting his revenge!"

Both stopped and stared at one another.

"Fish Monster?" Dipper asked.

"Clown Camp?" Ron answered.

They stared at one another, before Dipper gestured to him. "Explain yours, first."

"No, explain yours," Ron said. "What's wrong with clowns?!"

Dipper gave Ron a confused side-eye. "You're not afraid of clowns?"

"Why would I be?" Ron asked in turn. "Hello~? Clowns are bringers of joy and laughter. People who are afraid of clowns don't understand them, and suspecting a clown of evil is just perpetuating a stereotype thanks to a few betrayers of the clown code."

Dipper's interests were piqued. "So, there is a code…"

Letting the camera hang by the strap around his neck, Dipper pulled a blue book from the bag on his back and opened it to begin writing. "Do you know Clown Code?"

Ron began to answer. "Well, it's more a code of conduct than…" He stopped. "Hey, tell me what your beef with clowns is!"

Dipper looked up from the book at Ron. "You probably wouldn't believe it… even if you do fight supervillains like every other week."

"It's not so much fighting as it is offering emotional and morale support," Ron corrected. "But we've got an honest to dog lake mutant on our hands. My ability to believe is definitely good."

Dipper looked from him and out at the circus-themed camp. "… Okay, I'm here to determine if clowns are one of three things: One, they're just people in makeup who scare kids by being weird."

"You mean make them laugh by being funny and wholesome," Ron corrected.

"Two, they're interdimensional horrors that feed on fear and souls," Dipper continued.

Ron let out an exasperated sigh. "I blame Stephen King for almost all the clown slander. It wasn't even that good!"

"I've never read," Dipper informed him before continuing. "Then there's the third possibility…"

Ron grew even more defensive. "What, that they're killer aliens from outer space? They're a disease that's contracted when wearing a goofy wig? Or what, they're regular people who spontaneously transform into clowns when they laugh?"

Dipper shook his head. "No, the third possibility… is that they're heroic ninja pirates who travel dimensions fighting monsters, and this Clown Camp is one of their training grounds."

Ron once again stared in silence at Dipper, Rufus joining him. After a moment of processing that, he voiced his thoughts on that possibility succinctly.

"That sounds awesome."

"Right?!" Dipper said in excitement. "That's why I'm trying to get over there to find out what they're all about. I mean, who sends their kids to clown camp?"

Ron realized that this young man spoke wisdom. "Hey, you have a point…"

Dipper nodded quickly. "It's just there, and I've seen people walking around so it's not empty, but do you know anyone who has ever been to it? Or even said, in full confidence, 'I can't wait to go to clown camp this summer.'"

Ron agreed. "I love clowns, but you couldn't pay me to attend clown camp."

Mostly because clowns worked at circuses and circuses tended to have monkeys.

Dipper looked across the lake towards Clown Camp once more. "Well, if you want to check it out for free, I'm going to sneak over there tonight to set up some camera traps."

Ron rubbed his chin. "I might be on board with that… especially if it means staying out of my cabin with… Gill."

Dipper turned back to Ron. "Gil? That creep who runs around barefoot."

His eyes widened in recognition. "Wait… is he that Gil? The kid who turned into a mutant and literally tried to kill you?!"

"And mutate my friends? Yeah, that's him!" Ron said.

Dipper looked towards Camp Gottagrin. "… Why is he here? And why did they put you in a cabin with him?!"

"He says he's here to be a mascot, but I know his real plan is to get his revenge for me defeating him when he tried to get revenge on me for causing him to turn into a mutant, even though he agreed to trade swim time in the lake even after I told him that it was contaminated."

Cocking his head to one side, Dipper was surprised. "That is petty."

"Trust me, in the superhero business, pettiness is pretty much the sole motivation for a lot of these guys," Ron lamented, Rufus nodding sadly with him. "He's probably arranged for us to be in the same cabin, so he can push me around like he used to."

"Well," Dipper began, "We should do something about that."

Ron perked up. "Alert the authorities? Because I can get the National Guard down here in a second–"

"No, nothing so dramatic," Dipper said as he walked past him, gesturing for him to follow. "There's a simpler solution for this kind of thing."


And thus marks both our Pines Twins, a very kind cheerleader, a curious shark, and an old nemesis. This chapter's scene required a whole revision and division, but I am so excited for how this one's going to twist and turn. Here's hoping the sharp-eyed can sight what depths of the net I've plumbed for this one.

I really should be updating my stories more regularly. I actually have a backlog of chapters, but I haven't been posting them because the work/life divide hasn't been great. That changes now.


Back at the cabin registration, Condoleezza Rice Preparatory Cougars Cheerleader Jazmine DuBois watched Ron go tearing off towards his cabin, completely ignoring her calling after him. Raising an eyebrow, the orange haired, green eyed young woman with light-brown skin from a mixed African, European heritage shook her head. Her hair, pulled straight but blooming out into a single large curly bunch at at the back of her head, bounced as she shrugged her shoulders.

"Okay…" She turned to Shark Kid and held up Ron's card. "Hey, can you get this to him?"

Shark Kid snapped into a salute and offered a fin for the key card. The second the shark-shaped mascot had the card, they nearly dropped it, and with a wild flailing of their fins desperately juggled it before they finally caught it between both.

Not three steps and they fell over, landing face first.

Jazmine winced and leaned over the table. "You okay?"

Just as quickly, Shark Kid was on their feet and hopped in place to demonstrate their recovered balance before waddling off in the direction Ron departed. Jazmine watched them go, in awe.

"They really are the best."

The approaching Middleton Mad Dog Cheer Squad drew Jazmine's attention and she smiled at them. "Hello, and welcome to Cheer Camp! I'm Jazmine and I'm in charge of getting everyone signed in!"

She stopped when she saw Kim Possible at the front of the group of cheerleaders, flanked by Mabel Pines and Sasha Waybright–the first and third-best cheerleaders in all of America. She squeaked as she went from starstruck to asteroid struck at the site of all of her heroes.

"Oh my gosh, you're…" She took a deep breath, then simply said. "… Wow."

Sasha rolled her eyes in a good-natured fashion. "Hey Jaz, we gotta get these girls squared away."

"Ri-right!" Jazmine sputtered as she quickly gathered up a clipboard and presented it to them. "Here you go, please sign-in right away, oh my gosh… it's really you! It's really Kim Possible, right here…! Ohmygoshohmygosh!"

"Jazmine!" Sasha yelled, going unheard over her chanting.

Kim, not used to any kind of fangirling, flushed as her fellow cheerleaders all gave her smug looks. "Hey, it's no big. I'm just here to improve my cheerleading."

Jazmine fanned herself with both hands. "I know, but you're just like… so my HERO!"

Mabel smiled at Jazmine. "Easy, girl, you're doing fine. Just take deep~ breaths."

Doing as told while Kim signed in her name and info, Jazmine placed a hand on her chest, inhaled slowly, then exhaled. "I am so sorry… I was not ready…"

She breathed in again. "You are all amazing, and I can't believe I'm spending a week with you all." Picking up Kim's key card, she handed it to her. "You're in the Girl's Doubles Area, Cabin 9. Do you have any questions?"

"Actually," Kim said, as she got an idea to get her back on track, "Yeah, I noticed that there are a lot of people here, where's everybody else staying?"

Jazmine was happy to answer. "So, the bigger teams all get to bunk together in the larger dormitories. While smaller squads like yours are set up two to a cabin. Mascots get set up two to a cabin, too."

Mabel nodded to Kim, before asking the next question. "Say, Jazmine, what are the routine and rules?"

Jazmine stared at Mabel, before her green-eyes widened a little. "Oh! I'm glad you asked!"

Pulling herself back together, she began to recite the regulations like it was a natural, enjoyable thing for her. "Your coach will be around to hand you your schedules for the week, but for everyone: wake up is at six am, meals are at seven, one, and seven. Courses and activities are over at seven pm, and then after dinner you have free time until nine pm where everyone should be in their cabins and lights out at ten. There's no consumption of recreational drugs including smoking, drinking, or otherwise ingesting. Sororizing and Fraternizing is prohibited, this is Cheer Camp–not Date Camp. Please keep your hands to yourselves."

Sasha finished up. "Otherwise, maintain a professional code of conduct and represent your squad here at camp as you would on the sideline."

"Exactly!" Jazmine said. "Most importantly, though… have fun! This is Cheer Camp!"

Picking up a pair of pom-poms, Jazmine rolled them hand over hand before raising both above her head. "Let's be the best cheerleaders we can be!"

Kim liked Jazmine, she was solid. "All right, let's get signed up. Tara? Find Bonnie and tell her to sign in. She totally headed the wrong way."

Tara finished signing in and saluted her as she left. "You got it, Kim."

Before the rest of the cheerleaders could disperse to their cabins, however, Dipper and Ron walked over–the former waving over to Jazmine.

"Hey, Jazmine, got something we need you to fix real quick."

Jazmine perked up when she saw them. "Oh! I sent Shark Kid to give Ron his key card."

Mabel's eyebrows rose at the sight of Ron already hanging out with her brother. "Dipper, you met Ron!"

Sasha made a face at the sight of Dipper. The young man had been here only as long as anyone else, and he already looked like he'd spent that entire time crawling on his hands and knees through the wilderness.

Dipper acknowledged his sister. "Yeah, about that." He turned to Jazmine. "Ron needs to be put into a different cabin, pronto."

Ron stepped up with him. "Yeah, the pronto-er the better."

Kim raised an eyebrow, as she recognized his familiar signs of distress. "What's going on?"

Turning to her, Ron explained. "Oh, I don't know, the fact they put me in the same cabin as a monster?!"

Shark Kid returned to the table, accompanied by Gil, who caught the tail end of that. "Hey, come on, Ronnie! I told you I got degunked. I'm not a monster anymore!"

On sight, the Middleton Mad Dog cheerleaders took a step back from him.

"Whoa, hold up," Marcella said, "What's he doing here?!"

"Yeah, that's that kid who tried to kill us," Hope added.

Gil looked hurt again. "I didn't try to kill you! I just sprayed you with my mutagenic gunk."

"Ew, phrasing!" Liz called out.

Gil looked at her. "All it was going to do was mutate you!"

"Yeah, and being a mutant horror may as well be a death sentence for cheerleaders!" Liz pointed out.

Hope saw the brighter side of it. "But if you were a cute mutant, like a monster girl?"

The Cheerleaders thought about it. They all quickly came to a consensus that being a monster girl would work, but expecting anything good to come of Gil mutating them was a thought exercise in futility.

Also, he was gross.

"There you go," Ron said, "I'm not bunking with him."

Gil sniffled. "That's not fair. I told you I'm not a mutant anymore, and I'm over the whole revenge thing, believe me!" He turned to Jazmine. "Jaz, you're not going to let him just treat me like this, are you?"

Jazmine held her hand up to Gil, stopping him. "Hol' up."

With that same hand she pointed at Ron. "What else you got?"

Ron, surprised he was being listened to, continued. "Well, there's also the fact that even without the whole revenge thing? He and I were never friends–in fact, back when this was Camp Wannaweep, he did nothing but bully me. To be honest, it made an already pretty lousy experience worse."

Kim nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I can confirm that. I didn't go, but Gil made sure we all knew about it back when he lured us out here the first time to torment Ron."

"Yeah!" The Mad Dog Cheerleaders added.

Jazmine nodded. "Okay, I'll talk to the organizers and have Ron transferred to another cabin."

Gil grew surprised. "Wait…!"

Dipper raised his hand and spoke over him. "I'm by myself, since I'm a plus one. He can bunk with me."

"Hold on!" Gil tried to protest.

The poofy-haired cheerleader smiled at Dipper. "Aw, you're so sweet, thanks!" She made a show of dusting off her hands. "Well, that was easy."

Gil sputtered. "But…!"

Jazmine turned to him with a hard look. "Ron has expressed an unwillingness to room with you due to your past interactions, and regardless of being degunked or whatever, you are not entitled access to your former victims–especially if they don't consent to it. That's just common sense."

"Yeah!" The Mad Dog Cheerleaders said together with Ron and Dipper.

Looking stricken at first, Gil's expression turned into a frustrated glare at Jazmine, before he threw his hands up. "You know what? Fine! He can bunk with somebody else!"

He pointed at Ron. "I'm trying to start over, extend an olive branch, and this is how you treat me? Like I'm some kind of freak? I can't believe you, Ronnie."

With that, he stormed off, bringing his forearm up to rub his eyes as he left.

After watching him leave, Dipper turned to Ron and the others. "I'm not the only one who saw that, right?"

Ron pointed at himself. "I was literally the person it happened to."

"Playing the victim and victim-blaming at the same time, he is a pro," Jazmine said.

Kim shook her head. "He is so not fooling anyone."

Ron turned to Kim, his eyes widening a bit before he smiled. "You think he's up to something, too?"

Kim turned to him. "Ron, suddenly there are way too many coincidences about this trip."

Jazmine turned Sasha. "Could you keep an eye on him and make sure he doesn't do anything reckless?"

Sasha casually saluted her and went in Gil's direction. "Sure."

Jazmine nodded to Ron. "Don't worry, the staff will have your back."

"And if they somehow don't, we will," Kim said, the other Mad Dog cheerleaders quickly agreeing.

"Yeah!" They chorused one more time for full effect.

Shark Kid walked up and patted Ron on his back in reassurance, this time holding back on the strength.

Ron couldn't be happier. "Wow… thanks, guys. You know what? This camping trip is already going into my top three."

This was in the top three of the worst camping trips Bonnie had ever been on–and all of them involved being accompanied by her sisters or being attacked by an evil mutant. So it was in a solid second. Her arms folded and her shoulders hitched, she was walking back towards the registration with Tara.

"Why are you so mad?" The blonde cheerleader criticized as she walked alongside her. "You wanted to be at the top of the pyramid. Can't you just be happy that Kim took the L and gave you the spot?"

Bonnie's seething grew. "She did not 'take the L'; she decided that it wasn't good enough for her, but perfect for me."

Tara rolled her eyes. "OMG, you are so petty."

"Yeah, keep acting like I'm being the bitch here."

Gil came stomping along and passed between them, not even looking as he nearly shoulder-checked both. The two Mad Dog Cheerleaders both looked back as they watched the young man walk off.

"Ew, gross," Bonnie said, "Who was that?"

Recognition swept over Tara. "Bon, I think that's Gill."

"IT'S ONE L!" Gil yelled back at her.

"Yeah, that's him."

Bonnie did a double-take looking between Tara and Gil's back. "I don't believe this. First you all treat me like garbage, and now that freak is on the loose."

"We are not treating you like garbage! We just wanted the drama to end so we can actually do our routines!"

Bonnie turned on Tara. "Then why did you just go and back Kim up?"

"We let you have the spot!"

"It's not about the stupid spot, it's about respect!" Bonnie yelled at her, before adding in a lowered tone. "Or rather the lack of it."

Tara hesitated in arguing back, as she sensed there was something else going on. "… Bon, are you okay?"

Bonnie sneered and turned away. "Just forget it."

She stormed away from Tara, heading for the registration tables. As Tara called after her, trying to get Bonnie to slow down, Sasha passed by both girls as she trailed after Gil. Glancing back. Sasha's lips curved up into a smirk towards Bonnie, before she kept going her way.


With his bag shouldered and his Mad Dog Mask tucked under his other arm, Ron walked along with Dipper towards the edge of the lake, where an entirely new construction of cozy-looking cottages that looked like single family homes–a far cry from the old cabins they used to have. He looked up at the two story emerald-green house with a bronze roof that looked like it was green-energy powered just from looking at it.

"Wow, this is definitely not the Camp Wannaweep I remember."

Dipper glanced at him. "Yeah, the new owners have been putting a lot of money into this."

"Oh yeah?" Ron asked. "Who'd buy this dump?"

Dipper nodded as they walked inside the lodge and entered. It was wood-finished and cozy, but almost aggressively sleek –looking more like a glass atrium with hologram projected television and even video games connected to wall inputs on a table set up on the far wall across from the center-placed couch. "They're a biotech startup from two years ago. They're big on ethical bioengineering and environmental protection, so they were really interested in the cleanup… but they're also a multibillion dollar corporation, so I can't trust them."

Ron was suddenly getting Wade vibes from Dipper. "Not a fan of big business, huh?"

"Never have, especially when they do a lot of sketchy stuff out in the open and then pay other big corporations to convince us it's our fault things are bad." Dipper explained as they took a left nd crossed the living room, then a right to walk up the stairs.

"I know a guy you'd get along with, though. He runs our website–"

"Wade, right? I've heard about him, but I don't really do the whole internet thing."

"Really?"

Dipper nodded as they reached one of the three rooms on the similarly styled second floor, ceiling-mounted LED lamps warming up to a gentle glow as they approached the first door on the right. "I don't even have my own phone. They're too easy to track."

"Wow, how do you live?"

"Off the grid however I can–but if I need to use one, my sister has me covered."

He opened the door and led Ron and Rufus into a spacious room with a set of wood-paneled bunk beds, a sleek reading desk with a fluorescent desk lamp, and a window facing the camp's eponymous lake and a perfect view of the other camps.

Ron lit up at the sight of the bunk beds. "Hey, you didn't claim top bunk, did you?"

"Nope, it's all yours," Dipper said.

Setting down his bags, Ron was off like a gunshot, climbing the ladder up to the top bunk and settling onto it. "Oh man, this is the first time I've ever gotten top bunk at camp, or shared a cabin with another human being."

Dipper looked up at him. "What, you've only gone camping with Rufus?"

"I wish. When this was Wannaweep, they made me bunk with the camp's chimpanzee mascot."

That earned a double-take from the other young man. "… What?!"

"Crazy, right? And that's not even getting to all of the bugs, or the squirrels…"

Dipper was horrified. "They made you room with a dangerous animal?! It could've mutilated you!"

"I know, right? I've been terrified of all monkeys and apes."

Dipper stared at him, and nodded. "Yeah, that's reasonable."

Ron decided that he liked this guy. Lying on his back and stretching out, he admired the space and comfort his bunk provided. "You know what, though? If I don't have to deal with any of that here at the new and improved Camp Gottagrin? I'm already putting it behind me–even Gill."

Rufus stretched out beside him and chattered in agreement.

Walking over the window, Dipper looked out across the lake and narrowed his eyes as he scrutinized Clown Camp. "Yeah, it's all about making new memories instead of reliving the same trauma."


Inside her cabin, marked 9, Kim had her Smart Phone out and the Kimmunicator App on. A helpful piece of kit that Wade programmed, it made her phone untraceable and granted her privacy a paranoid maniac like Dipper would only dream of, but she only really used it to keep in touch with Wade without giving away her communications.

"Can you tell me anything at all about why Gill is at Camp Gottagrin?" She asked her IT and Gadget guy.

On her phone screen, Wade looked between his webcam connecting him to Kim and one of his many computer screens. "Gil Moss, right? He's actually been degunked and human for months now… the whole process was published in Nature back in August last year."

Kim's eyebrows rose. "Dr. Lurkin does good work."

Wade corrected her. "Actually… Dr. Lurkin couldn't do it. He specialized in plants. Sycorax, on the other hand, could."

That made her eyebrow quirk higher. "Sycorax? That's the Biotech Corp, right?"

"Yeah, and here's something else–they purchased Camp Wannaweep and renovated it to what it is now after the lake got cleaned up. They've invested a lot of money in the area; it's their first big environmental project outside of California."

"Huh… that's… charitable of them," Kim said after a moment. "But why is Gill here?"

"I'm bringing up info on him now," Wade said as he kept typing. "After he was degunked he underwent court-ordered therapy, and they discovered his aggressive and antisocial behavior was because of overexposure to the lake's toxins. His parents were able to sue the owners of the Science Camp for that and they settled out of court."

Kim's eyes widened. "That's a lot of money."

"He was missing and presumed drowned in the lake for a couple years, Kim," Wade pointed out. "Finding out your son was actually mutated into a lake monster by highly toxic runoff from a megacorp owned summer camp is an easy payday with the right lawyers."

"More like anyone who can pass the Bar. We definitely would've heard about that."

"Well, technically these are all sealed records, so…"

At that she narrowed her eyes in disapproval. "Wade, are you somewhere you're not supposed to be?"

"Hey, you wanted info? You're getting info."

With that, Wade returned his scrutiny to that very info. "He's been living a normal life since, up in Arvada. He has routine therapy sessions and even monthly follow-up visits to Sycorax HQ in San Francisco to make sure he's still healthy."

"So he's clean."

"As a whistle."

Doubt tugged at Kim, and she didn't dismiss it casually out of hand. "Something doesn't feel right, though."

"You mean like how ex-Camp Wannaweep is the convenient last stop in a list of contingencies after every other location had to cancel? Or how the NCA just out of the blue invited a mid cheer squad like the Mad Dogs? Or how Hidden Lake High School's Cheer Squad is at the very bottom of state rankings but they're here, too?"

"Hey, the Mad Dogs are not mid. We're above average on a bad day." A very defensive Kim corrected him, before agreeing. "But yeah, it reminds me of the same kind of effort Gill went through to get us out here last time. It's so sketch."

"The sketchiest. I'll poke around to make sure there's nothing strange going on, and get back to you when I have more intel."

"I'll do you one better, Wade, and do some on site investigation. Who runs Camp Gottagrin?"

"Let me check." Wade begins typing.

"It better be ethically sourced," Kim warned.

"Yes, Mom." Wade finished his search. "Okay, here, from Camp Gottagrin's website. Current Campground Host is Travis Malone."

Wade brought up a picture of a man of biracial caucasian and african descent, with his hair pulled into low, tied-off braids. "Thirty-two years old, single, and is actually pretty high up in Sycorax's management."

Kim narrowed her eyes. "How high?"

"Executive manager of their Environmental Impact Mitigation department." He stopped. "Huh, this position at the camp is a volunteer spot, so he's doing it for free and as part of the conservation effort of the lake."

Which to the average person would sound like a thoughtful and attentive gesture–and a cynic would call an obvious PR stunt to show how committed they are to the environment and attract investment.

Kim Possible went a little harder than that, though.

"Something's not right."

Wade agreed. "It's just too suspicious."

Hearing the beep of her door unlock and the latch start to work, she whispered to Wade quickly. "Wade, I'll call you back, my roommate is here."

The door opened, and Bonnie took two steps inside before she stopped and gaped in shock at Kim. "Oh, you have got to be kidding."

Kim put her phone away, frowning. "This is Cabin 9, where are you supposed to be?"

Bonnie looked at her sheet. "Cabin 9."

Before she could let her normal issues with Bonnie take hold, she stopped herself. "Well, looks like we're bunking together. That's good, because we need to talk–"

With a sharp look, Bonnie cut her off. "No, we don't. I'm so swapping out."

The enmity flared, and Kim scoffed. "Go ahead, I would love to not share space with you."

Bonnie huffed and turned around to call out. "Does anyone want to trade cabins with me? I am not bunking with Kim!"

Sasha, who was strolling up at that moment, brightened. She had lost track of Gill when he'd stormed off into the woods, and she wasn't going past the camp perimeter in her good uniform.

She called over. "Really? I'll trade."

Turning to face her, Bonnie grew incensed at Sasha's offer. "Mad Dogs only!"

Kim raced to the door, talking over Bonnie. "Actually if you really want to–"

Bonnie almost elbowed Kim, pushing her back. "And let you bunk with a national champion? Over my dead body, Kim."

Sasha cocked an eyebrow, sizing Bonnie up like she'd done when she first saw her. "Are you sure you don't want to switch cabins with me?"

Turning to her, Bonnie glowered. "Why would I accept anything from you?"

She pulled out a key card. "Because the top three Captains got their own personal cabins to use as they like, and I don't have plans for mine–besides keeping my stuff."

Bonnie swiftly snatched the keycard from Sasha's hand, then offered her own.

The vindicated little smirk Sasha wore curled sharper as she took Bonnie's card.

Kim looked after Bonnie as her rival marched away. "What happened to 'over my dead body?'"

"That went out the window when I could have a cabin to myself!" She yelled back.

Sasha leaned over to Kim. "She's not getting a cabin to herself. My plus one and Shark Kid are bunking with me."

Kim raised an eyebrow. "Are they going to be okay with that?"

"Sure," Sasha reassured Kim. "I mean; given who I'm bunking with, now? They'll definitely understand."

With that, Kim smiled and extended her hand. "Well, it's nice to have you, roomie."

Sasha shook her hand, smiling back. "Nice to be in your care, roomie."


Return to Wannaweep was an annoying episode of the series, because it relied so much on people not actually caring about what Ron thought and being far too forgiving of the mutant monster that tormented them. Soooo... let's play with that. Also, yes, why that is Sycorax from Big Hero 6 the series and Jazmine DuBois from The Boondocks.

A timely update, yes. You will not be waiting months for more stories from me. I hope.



It was the first good night's sleep Ron had ever enjoyed at Camp. After a hearty meal and getting to know his new roommate, Ron and Rufus had settled in and slept the entire night. For all of his misgivings, Camp Gottagrin was turning out to be a positive experience. The campers were friendly, there weren't bugs everywhere, the other campers were friendly, and above all else it was peaceful–

"IT'S TIME TO WAKE UP! COME ON, LET'S GO! RISE AND SHINE!" Mabel boomed as sje kicked open the door to his and Dipper's room, banging a frying pan with a spoon. "WE GOTTA GET MOVING!"

Ron, screaming, fell off the top bunk. Rufus, nearly taken with him, groggily sat up near Ron's pillow and stared at the already dressed and pressed Mabel.

"Mabel…" Dipper, only lightly stirred by the racket, sat up and stared at his sister. "You could've just knocked."

"The only knocking winners do… is out!" Mabel hit the pan like she was officiating a boxing match for emphasis. "So get up, boys, the day's not gonna square up to itself!"

Dipper looked down at Ron, who was still dazed after falling out of bed. "I don't think he's waking up anytime soon."

"Nonsense," Mabel looked out into the hallway. "Waddles! Get in here!"

Dipper and Rufus both watched as a cute, chubby pink pig with a darker pink spot on his left eye trotted into the room and began licking Ron's face.

With a grunt, Ron began to regain consciousness. "Whuh… why am I on the floor…?" He woke up to his face being licked by a young pig. "AHHH! PIG!" He yelled as he sat upright. Stopping, he stared at Waddles. "Wait, a pig?"

He looked at Dipper, who gestured to Mabel's porcine pet. "Ron, meet Waddles."

"He's mah ba~by." Mabel sang with a mother's pride.

Ron looked up at Mabel, who was in her Cheerleading uniform and looking even more sparkly than when he first saw her. "Why are we up so early and why do you look perfect already?"

He pointed at Waddles. "And why a pig?!"

"Like me, Waddles is perfect, to answer the most important question." Mabel first explained. "As for why you need to get moving? Cheer Camp Kickoff is right after breakfast and everyone who is going to be on stage has to get up, get breakfast, and get ready to perform." She pointed the wooden spoon at him. "Which means YOU have to get your butt moving, Mister Man. The Mascot Showcase is happening right after the Highlander's routine, and everyone's gonna want to see the Mad Dog.

Ron scrambled to his feet, surprised. "Wait, hold on, no one told me I'd be doing my mascot performance!"

"Relax, it's just a showcase!" Mabel patted him on the back really hard. "You're just gonna go up with the rest of the Mascots and when you're introduced, do your Mad Dog howl and show them what School Spirit means! You'll kill it!"

With that she headed down the hall. "Now get ready to go!"

Waddles all but galloped after her, the pudgy little guy being surprisingly fast on his tiny hooves.

Recovering from the back slap, Ron watched Mabel and Waddles leave. "Showing up to Cheer Camp with a pig. Where does she get her confidence from?"

"In her defense, Waddles is super popular with girls," Dipper revealed.

Sure enough, a chorus of teenaged girls fawning over Waddles filled the air before the front door of the cottage swung closed.

"Wow, that's some pig," Ron said.

Rufus folded his arms and let out a harumph of mock jealousy. His naked mole rat expression returned to full brightness as Ron reached for and picked him up.

"So, what are our plans for Clown Camp?" He asked Dipper as Rufus scrambled up his arm to his shoulder.

Dipper looked out the window and across the lake at distant Clown Camp. "I'm going to spend all day converting this spot into my Clown Camp surveillance center. Since I'm a plus one, it's not like I'm attending any of the workshops or anything. After the lights go out tonight, I'm going to actually go out and set the cameras up."

Ron grabbed up the duffel bag containing his complete Mad Dog costume and the two walked downstairs to leave the cottage. "Hold on, you're not seriously going into those woods at night on your own, are you?"

"It's not the scariest thing I've ever done at night," Dipper assured him.

"Yeah, but we don't know what kind of Clowns we're dealing with yet. So, count me in on setting up those cameras with you."

"Thanks, man. It's nice to have other people along for an adventure." Dipper replied after they stepped outside.

"What kind of adventure?"

Both young man looked to their right at a tall, lanky, dark-skinned Thai girl wearing the gray and purple uniform the St. James High School students wore as well as white and yellow high-top sneakers. She had bushy, auburn-colored hair pulled down into a low bunch, and eyes that matched her hair in color.

"Because I'm a plus one, and I am already done with this camp," she said.

Ron and Dipper looked at each other, then back at her.

"How do you feel about clowns?" Dipper asked.

The girl raised an eyebrow, stole a glance towards Clown Camp, and asked in turn. "… Why?"

Ron answered. "We think that Clown Camp is suspicious so we're going to set up cameras to make sure they're not up to anything evil."

Now the girl was invested. "How is Clown Camp suspicious?"

She looked again towards Clown Camp.

"Well, who goes to Clown Camp?" Dipper asked.

Ron clarified the question further. "Who would admit to going to Clown Camp?"

The girl's eyes grew wide, as if her mind had been opened to the secrets of the universe. "Oh my gosh." She looked over at the Camp across the lake again. "What's going on over there?!"

"Exactly!" Dipper shouted, vindicated.

The girl nodded. "Okay, I'm in."

In spite of her reaction, Ron was still surprised that she'd be onboard. "Really?"

"I mean, either Clown Camp is actually evil, you're just really, really weird, or you're smoking something quality. Either way, that's better than dealing with cheerleaders all week."

At that moment, a very annoyed-looking Bonnie marched out of the cottage and shouldered past the girl, headed for the center of camp. She didn't even look at the girl, much less at Ron and Dipper as she strode with a purpose.

The girl pointed after Bonnie. "I don't even know who that was; she just barged into my cottage and spent most of the night being a total bitch." She held up her hand like she was about to strike someone with the knife edge of it. "I almost throat-chopped her."

Ron felt nothing but sympathy for her. "Well, welcome to the team. I'm Ron Stoppable."

She did a double take. "Wait, like Kim Possible's sidekick Ron Stoppable?"

It was really nice being recognized for his work. "Yeah."

Dipper stepped up, extending his hand. "And I'm Dipper Pines."

Taking his hand, the girl shook it. "I'm Anne Boonchuy. So… what are you smoking?"

"Sorry, no drugs," Dipper replied, "We're just really, really weird."

Still shaking his hand, Anne looked at both Ron and Dipper, then shrugged her shoulders. "I can work with weird."

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The Camp Kickoff Ceremony was nothing short of spectacular, as the national championship winning Piedmont Highlanders Cheer Squad took to the stage to commence the camp with their performance. To Queen's bombastic anthem "Princes of the Universe" the coed squad was as electrifying as the Quickening, its flyers soaring ten, fifteen feet off the ground, twirling and spinning before landing safely and precisely in the arms of their bases.

They attacked the crowd like the ferocious warriors described in the lyrics, getting the entire audience in on the song within the first verse as lightning and shooting stars provided by the stage's advanced projectors lashed across the stage. When the music was over and the mist from fog machines cleared–everyone in the audience knew why Mabel Pines was the champion of her craft, as she alone held aloft one of her squad's flyers above her head in her open palm like a statue holding aloft a sword to challenge the sky.

"Wow…" An awestruck Jessica murmured. "… It gets better every time I see it."

Liz nodded slowly, as Mabel let down her squadmate and the audience cheered. "They really are the rulers of us all."

Bonnie was in no good mood. In fact she looked downright agitated as she watched their routine, scoffed. "That's what I'm talking about. She spent like half of that routine just throwing people into the air like they were batons. If she slipped up even once, she'd be so toast."

Tara thought it was too early for this. "But she didn't slip up, because she's focused on being there for her team rather than being above them."

Bonnie did a double-take at Tara, as Kim agreed. "That's right, they're a squad and they're cheering like one. Take notes, girls, because the next six days are going to be all about how we can up our game and take on the cheer gods."

The brunette cheerleader turned her ire from Tara to the source of it. "Not all of us need to up our game. Some just need to stop cheering like they copied their entire routine from Bring It On."

It was too early for Kim, too, as she took the bait and glowered at Bonnie. "And some of us need to remember that cheerleading requires a squad."

Bonnie perked up and smirked when she got the rise she wanted, and she immediately capitalized. "It also requires a Captain–one preferably from the 2010s, not the 1990s."

Kim decided she wasn't going to get into it with her this early. "I'm gonna check up on Ron before the Mascot Showcase starts."

Marcella called after her. "Like he needs any encouragement! We may be regional material, but he's national champion level, you know?"

Tara had something of an entranced smile as she nodded in agreement, and the other cheerleaders, save Bonnie, giggled at her reaction. Feeling a bit better to end it on a positive note, Kim nodded and headed down the steps from the nosebleed section of the amphitheater.

On stage, the Director and Host of the Cheer Camp was on the stage as the Piedmont Highlanders repositioned themselves at her flanks and rolled their purple and white pom poms hand over hand. "Let's hear it for our National Champions, the Piedmont Highlanders, for kicking off our Cheer Camp!"

After a round of applause, the host continued as Mabel joined her side carrying a long brown case. "We have a lot to cover this week and plenty of workshops for all of you covering routines, individual stunts, leadership, choreography, and much, much more! Above all, though, we want you to have fun and show what it means to have that Cheerleader Spirit! That's why, in addition to various awards that will be handed out to our attending squads at the end of the camp, we will be handing out to the Cheerleader with the most super-duper attitude and mad cheer skills…"

Mabel opened the case, and the host produced a red, white, and blue baton with a golden star at the end of it. "… The NCA All-Star Spirit Stick!"

As the other cheerleaders applauded, Bonnie stuck her nose up. "They might as well give it to me now."

Bonnie's self-aggrandizing was cut short by Sasha calling out as she walked up to the pack of Mad Dogs. "That's not the most super-duper attitude to have, there, Rockwaller."

The smug look on Bonnie's face disappeared as she turned on the SJHS Sharks' Captain. "Oh, yeah, I've got some for you, too!"

"Oh?" Sasha asked.

Standing up, Bonnie walked up to her. "I almost got chewed out by the camp counselors because you didn't tell anyone else you were trading bunks with me! I literally walked in on that loser friend of yours and she freaked out!"

Sasha was suddenly less enthused. "I'm sorry, what did you just say about my bestie?"

"Don't try to change the subject; you set me up!" Bonnie argued back.

The Mad Dog Cheerleaders watched in silence, with other schools' cheerleaders turning to look, as Sasha replied. "I set you up with one of the best cribs on the campground, try not to be such a baby about it."

Her expression darkened as she stepped up to Bonnie. "And show a little more respect to the people I brought here to share my success with."

"How about you show me some respect, first?!" Bonnie snapped back while leaning in close to demonstrate she would not be intimidated.

"Setting aside that I've already been generous to you–respect is earned, not given. If you want to go back into Cabin 9 with Kim, I will gladly take back my lakeside view and queen-sized bed."

The other Mad Dog cheerleaders looked at Bonnie with shock and disgust.

Hope was especially pissed off. "Girl, are you serious? You're sleeping in a champion's cottage and acting like this?!"

The harsh reaction, and the attention of other cheerleaders besides her own snatched the wind out of Bonnie's sails. "Hold on–"

Tara then straight up said it. "Bonnie, sit down and shut up. You're making us look bad!"

Bonnie's eyes darted at the people now staring at her, then back to Sasha's ruthlessly smirking face–that just as quickly shifted more neutral. "I won't kick you out of the cottage, but if you want to stay there, and earn that Spirit Stick? Put some more super-duper in that attitude."

Her defeat came without another word, and the brunette cheerleader dropped back down to sit on the bench. She could hear the ripple of chuckles and scandalous whispers among the other cheerleaders–but more important than that were the harsh looks her own teammates shot her before they focused their attention back on the stage.

Glancing out the corner of her eye, Bonnie watched Sasha turn and cast an impish look over her shoulder at her, before rejoining her own squad right next to the Mad Dogs.

Back stage, as the Host explained the various events that would go on in more detail before the mascots went out, Ron was pulling on his complete Mad Dog mascot costume while Anne texted on her smart phone and Dipper and Mabel spoke nearby.

"How was that, Sir Dipping Sauce?" Mabel asked as she bounced up to him.

"You did great; this routine was up five percent over the last time. Though you might want to talk to Angelica about her timing. She was about a half-second off during the second verse and didn't pick it back up."

The only-slightly older Pines Twin gasped in alarm. "Oh no! I'll go talk to her right now. Thanks broseidon!"

As she bolted off, Dipper called after her. "Don't forget to go over what she did right! Her first verse was amazing, and her hair is perfect!"

He turned to Ron, who was struggling with his costume. "Need help with that?"

"No, I got it," Ron assured him, even when it looked like he was having a time of it.

Anne looked up from her phone at Dipper. "So, you help your sister out a lot with this stuff, huh?"

Dipper confirmed it. "Well, I just watch her routines and track what goes right and what doesn't. Then I compile my findings and hand them off to her."

That sounded reasonable to her. "So that's why the Highlanders are so good…"

"No, that's all her using her tremendous powers of infinite energy and unstoppable charisma for good. I just record everything for review."

Ron looked up from his struggles with his full costume. "You're being too modest; if our squad reviewed their routines more, we'd probably be a lot better than we are now."

Dipper let out a short laugh. "It's hard to imagine Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable being a part of something mid."

"We're not mid, the squad just…" Ron trailed off as Kim and Bonnie's dynamic intruded on his reassurance. "… Has a lot of clashing personalities."

Anne turned from Dipper to Ron. "Yeah, how can you stand having that one girl, Bonnie? My friend Sasha leads the Sharks and didn't tolerate that kind of crap for a second when she made captain. She had all the stuck up chicks out by the end of the month and they've been winning since."

Ron shrugged his shoulders. "I'm gonna just chalk it up to Kim just being too nice…" He tried reaching for and grabbing the zipper again. "… And I guess Bonnie never doing anything bad enough to make Kim want to throw her off the squad."

"Are you sure? Because I really want to throat-chop her."

Dipper put forth a theory. "Well, if you spend your free time fighting supervillains, would you sweat the small stuff?"

After letting out a contemplative hum, Anne conceded. "Yeah, good point."

While they were on the subject of Supervillains, Gil walked up to Ron and patted him on the back. "Hey, Ronnie." He reached for the zipper. "Is your zipper stuck, dude?"

Jumping, Ron turned and faced him. "Hey, can you not come near me?!"

Gil recoiled. "Whoa, I just wanted to apologize for yesterday. Also, you look like you were having trouble with your costume."

"I said, I got it!" Ron sassed back. "How about being helpful by not reminding me of everything I hate about camp?"

Dipper stepped up, the taller young man immediately leveraging his height to stare Gil down. "Yeah, Lake Gottagrin is big enough for the two of you–be somewhere he isn't."

Anne, who was up to speed on the whole Gil situation, joined him. While not as tall as Dipper, she easily cleared Gil's height with her own. "Yeah, lil' man, you'd better respect his personal space…" She narrowed her eyes. "Before I disrespect yours."

Ron looked at Anne. "Whoa, maybe tone down the hostile energy there."

"He's right," Kim said as she took the back of Ron's costume, and zipped it up before looking over his shoulder at Gil. "There's enough drama at Cheer Camp."

Surprised that he'd been ganged up on so quickly, Gil's expression hardened and he turned and walked away. "Tch… fine, whatever. I'm just trying to be nice…"

Kim watched him go like a hawk. "Hey, Ron? If he comes near you at all and I'm not around? Let me know."

Ron protested. "Aw, Kim, you know I can't let this ruin Cheer Camp for you." He stepped over to Dipper and Anne, putting his hands on their shoulders. "Besides, I got these two to watch my back."

Her attention turning to Anne, Kim wondered where she came from. "… Uh, okay?"

Anne took a deep breath and tried not to freak out in the presence of a world-renowned celebrity. "Hi Kim, I'm Anne, and I am a big fan."

She'd already been doing it so much since she got here, Kim took the praise on autopilot. "It's nice to meet you. And thanks for watching out for Ron. I'm going to be way busy with Captain stuff so it's nice to know you and Dipper are on his side."

Suddenly Shark Kid nearly bowled Ron and both his new allies over, as they caught Anne in an embrace. Smiling, Anne patted Shark Kid atop their head. "Whoa! Hahaha… Shark Kid's gonna look out for him, too."

Kim beamed at Shark Kid's enthusiasm and cutely wagging tail. "You too, Shark Kid, I really appreciate it."

Shark Kid then picked up Ron's mask and offered it to him, as Rufus made his way up out of the mad dog suit and escaped onto Dipper's shoulder. Realizing that things were going down, he took the helmet. "Hey, thanks SK." He turned to Kim. "You enjoy Camp, too, even if it's a bunch of Captain stuff."

Kim patted him on the shoulder as Ron affixed his helmet atop his head. Ron. "Now get going, Mad Dog, your audience awaits your frothiness."

"You got it!" With Shark Kid in tow, Ron stalked towards where the other mascots waited to go on stage, his growling and barking prompting cheers to rise among his peers.

Rufus watched him go, so proud of his buddy, before he noticed Anne staring at him with big wide eyes filled with awe.

"Wow, Rufus, you're so cute!" She quickly said.

As Anne fawned over the naked mole rat, who happily jumped into her hands to bask in her adoration, Dipper addressed Kim. "That Gil kid is trying too hard to get access to Ron."

"Yeah, he is," Kim replied. "I'm gong to keep an eye on him and run interference how I can. Ron really doesn't need this."

Dipper agreed. "You're a good friend."

"And you're just…" She stared at Dipper for a second, before looking away. "Way too nice?" She turned and flashed him a smile. "Anyway, I'm gonna go watch the showcase, thanks!"

She quickly heeded over to the edge of the stage and the mascots lining up in preparation for heading out on stage. Watching her go, Dipper turned to Anne.

"Did she just…?"

Anne looked from Dipper to Kim and then back again. "Man, I am so jealous."


With a busy first day out of the way and the sun going down, Kim was on her way with a purpose to Camp Gottagrin's largest building–the Dining and Recreation hall.

The largest building at the camp site was broken into four main sections. Two that were directly connected were the actual dining area, consisting of rows of tables where campers could sit down and eat food collected from the Buffet-style serving tables, and the recreational area that featured pool tables, a handful of arcade tables, and video games set up in the corners. One of the separated sections was the kitchen, where numerous cooks both human and artificial prepared meals at a high pace and volume to meet the needs of hundreds of campers.

The other separated second was the staff dining room, which was considerably more upscale and featured even its own hibachi grill setup. In this room, the head chaperones for the Cheer Camp were all gathered at the long, white-clothed table serving the finest in Japanese cuisine cooked off the grill by a beautiful dark-haired Japanese American woman with piercing green eyes with a hawk-like gaze.

The cook was hard and swiftly at work preparing food for everyone in the room–aided by several wait staff who'd quickly pick up dishes and hand them out to the chaperone guests. There were awed gasps and brief periods of applause as her almost glowing knives parted ingredients like she was cutting through air.

At the head of the table, Sycorax's Executive manager of their Environmental Impact Mitigation, Travis Malone was explaining what was happening to Mr. Barkin.

"Omakase; it basically means 'leave it to the chef.' You're putting your dining experience in the hands of a chef with years of Michelin Star level experience."

Mr. Barkin was unimpressed. "I've served in Japan and spent five years stationed around the Bay Area, I know a thing or two about Japanese cuisine."

Travis was a bit taken aback by the stern educator's dismissal of his attempt at flexing. "Is everything okay, Mr. Barkin?"

He gestured to him. "Ever since we sat down, you've been particularly unhappy… or at least I think. It's really hard to tell, with you Desert Storm Vets."

"I never served in Desert Storm," Barkin replied. "Only combat I saw was in Somalia. The Battle of Mogadishu, 1993."

Travis was taken aback by that. "Oh…" His eyes grew a bit larger as he attached some historical recollection of that battle. "Oh, m-my apologies."

"To answer your question, I'm afraid not, Mr. Malone. I've got more than a little concern about a certain individual attending the camp and I want an explanation for it."

Travis turned his full attention. "Is there someone causing problems for you?"

"Causing problems? No. being a problem? We'll see." Barkin pointed a finger at Travis. "Moss, Gilbert, the mascot for Hidden Lake High. Why were we not informed he'd be attending when we were invited?"

Mr. Malone tried to put a face to the name. "Gilbert…?"

As he asked the name aloud, the doors opened and Kim walked in. Rightly assuming what the conversation was about just by how Mr. Barkin was scowling at the Silicon Valley Manbun Aficionado, Kim elaborated.

"He goes by Gil? I'm pretty sure you're familiar with his name."

Mr. Barkin turned to Kim. "Possible, this is a staff only area."

Travis lit with recognition. "Oh, Gil!"

"Yes, Gil," Kim reiterated.

Travis raised his hands in a placating gesture. "I'm sorry if his presence causes discomfort, but rest assured–Sycorax has done a great deal to decontaminate him and help him rehabilitate into society."

"Even if he's been rehabilitated, which I don't doubt, trying to put him and Ron in the same cabin? So not cool."

Mr. Barkin did a double-take. "You tried to force one of my students into a cabin with someone who attempted to murder him?"

Travis vehemently protested that. "Whoa, hold on! Gil was not in his right mind when he did those things, and we've proven as a fact, legally, that he is physically and mentally stable as well as a functioning member of society who is safe to be around other people."

Kim folded her arms. "And why weren't any of us told about this?"

Travis sighed. "Goodness' sake, man… I'm going to say some strong things to the public relations department about this. First, let me start by apologizing… it was not supposed to go down like this. Next, let me explain."

Finished cooking and plating up another serving, the chef looked out the corner of her eyes at Kim and held her gaze on the young woman for a moment.

"This is the first season where Lake Gottagrin is open to the public, since Sycorax finished the cleanup of the lake shoreline. When the NCA suddenly came to us to host the All Star Camp, we had to mark it in a big way–and one of the geniuses in marketing? Man, they suggested that Gil coming here, spending time at the camp, and burying some hatchets would be a good look."

As Travis explained himself, Kim noticed the chef staring and met her gaze. With a bit of confusion, Kim silently conveyed if there was a reason she was being so intently stared at. The woman's unspoken response was one of recognition before shifting to a cordial nod of acknowledgement.

Kim respectfully nodded back, before she returned her attention to Travis palming his face. "I guess whoever that wizard was left you guys out of the loop and, again…" He brought his head up to address both Kim and Mr. Barkin. "I am so sorry if Gil being here has been a giant scare for all of you."

Mr. Barkin's permanent scowl hardened into visible skepticism as he rendered his verdict. "Well, in the future make sure everyone is on the same page. And unless anyone consents to it, keep Gil away from my cheerleaders."

"And mascot," Kim chimed in.

"And mascot!" Barkin added.

Travis nodded quickly in surrender to the two. "You need not say more. I'll make sure it's sorted out–you won't see Gil again until the end of the week."

"Good," Barkin and Kim said in unison. The two looked and smiled to one another in mutual acknowledgement, before Barkin pointed to the door. "Possible! Staff only, out!"

"Yes, sir!" Kim quickly said as she ducked out.

Mr. Barkin turned his attention back to Travis. Regarding him with a cold, disapproving look.

"So…" Travis said, a bit awkwardly. "Mogadishu?"

"It was terrible, I don't like to talk about it," Barkin said, hoping to make things a little more awkward for the office worker.

"You know… when I was in the Air Force, I was deployed to Shanghai for Operation Reclaiming Jade."

And suddenly Mr. Barkin was a lot more cordial. "Oh, a fellow veteran! I couldn't tell because of all that fancy tech startup attitude."

"Are you kidding? Most flyboys coming off their commission go straight into tech."

As the doors closed behind her and she made a bee-line for the exit of the dining hall, Kim brought her hand up to her ear and turned off the speaker mute of the bluetooth earpiece her hair hid. "Wade, did you hear that?"

Wade yawned and replied. "All I heard was a whole lot of corporate kowtowing. He's definitely good at kissing butt to avoid liability."

Kim agreed. "He covered Sycorax's end, but everything else? Still sketch."

"I'll start digging deeper," Wade said, "See what I find out on my end. What about you?"

"I'm going to talk to Gil and see if there's something I can pick up from him. Call me as soon as you hit anything we need to know."

"What about Ron, should I call and tell him to meet you?"

Kim's brow furrowed. "Ron's been through enough coming to Lake Wannaweep. I'm going to deal with the Gil sitch so he won't have to."

From the sound of it, Wade was grateful. "I think that's the right idea. Ron's stories about camping were part of why I was an agoraphobe for a while."

"Aren't you still an agoraphobe?"

"No, I'm just an antisocial shut-in. When I have to go outside, I hate it instead of fear it."

Kim let out a closed-mouthed giggle at Wade's reply. "But, for real, I'm going to make sure Ron has a good time, so I'll be flying solo for this one."

"Solo? You mean you'll be flying with me watching your six."

That brought a grateful smile to Kim's lips. "Thanks, Wade."

Ending the call, Kim reached her cabin and all but barged in. She found Sasha sitting at the vanity beside their bed, brushing her hair out while she watched a makeup tutorial on her phone. Spotting Kim in the vanity mirror, Sasha looked back.

"Hey Roomie," she greeted as Kim shut the door behind her and went straight for her duffel bag. "What's up?"

"Nothing," Kim replied as she pulled up her neatly folded up mission attire–a simple but durable black turtleneck and green cargo pants. Seeing the clothes and the black hiking shoes added to the pile, Sasha raised her right eyebrow in curiosity.

"You sure? Because it kinda looks like you got plans tonight."

Kim stopped, and then gave Sasha a pointed look. "What if I do?"

With a smile, Sasha shrugged her shoulders. "Then nobody heard it from me."

Smiling back, Kim pulled from the duffel bag a utility box and a durable plastic case. She opened it, revealing one of her favorite pieces of equipment: her grappling hook gun.

Tonight could be a busy night, and she wanted to be prepared.


This entire story arc was structured very differently when I first began writing it. But now it's more centered and flows better. Next time: Clowns.