Jessica's Ink: Ron Stoppable

"Acme Inc? How long has this abandoned factory been out of business?" Ron asked. "It looks like valuable real estate. Why hasn't anybody torn it down?"

"Unlike you, Ron, I do my research," Kim told her partner. "The reason the factory hasn't been torn down is the same reason Drakken is here. It's a hazmat site that no one but a villain looking for new weapons and toxins to take over the world with would want to come to."

"New weapons!? I'm just getting used to the old weapons! Why do ratings always depend on coming up with something new!? There's something to be said for the safe and familiar!"

"Ron, you're watching too much TV. It's good to get away from it and face reality."

"I don't like reality. I don't even watch reality shows."

"Look! Through that skylight! I'd know that green glow anywhere. It's Shego! You take Drakken. Let's go!"

Swinging off a nearby roof using their grappling guns, Kim broke through the skylight. Ron followed. Kim knocked Shego off the platform next to a large vat of glossy red chemicals, and dove after to battle her on the floor. Ron's pants, though, got caught on a sharp piece of the rusty skylight frame. "A little help here!!"

"And why would I help the lackey of my nemesis, Kim Possible!?" Drakken sneered, dipping his thermometer carefully in the volatile liquid. "Though some may think I HAVE helping her -- After I pour this on her!

"Kim!! Kim, listen to me!! Keep away from that stuff! It's toxic!! She doesn't hear me! Okay, Drakken, listen to me! If you do anything to Kim you'll answer to me, Ron Stoppable, Toxic Avenger!! I'll, I'll.... Aa! My pants are ripping! No! This is not the time for me to lose my pants again!!" But he did.

As he fell, the Ron Factor came into play, and his grappling gun caught on a metal beam just in time. He aimed his swing at the blue villain and knocked him off the platform to the floor below. His part of the mission seemed accomplished, but he still hadn't gained control of his wild swinging. Over and over the vat he came, again and again, losing moment each time. At least he lost his fear that he was going to be broiled in lava. The red, shiny stuff wasn't hot; it was just volatile, unable to stay still.

"Ron!!" Kim called out, and shot her gun at his grappling line.

"Hurry, Kim! I'm slipping!!" Whatever was in that vat, its fumes were rising, coating his hands, and taking away his hold on the reality that was this lifeline. "Why didn't I wear gloves on this mission!?!"

After hooking his line, Kim pulled her friend back towards the platform. She hurried as fast as she could, as he was getting lower and lower to the chemicals. "Ron!! Your shoes!"

"Aw, man! First my pants, now my shoes! Kim, I'm getting more greasy by the moment! It feels like lipstick! No! I'm not going to make it!"