Drak The Halls

To The Mall

Back at the Stoppable house, Ron and Rufus were in his bedroom making picket signs for their Santa protest. They painted Don't Kross Kringle in bright red. Ron's parents feared for the mental well-being of their son, and rightfully so. A few minutes later, Kim rang the doorbell and Mr. Stoppable let her into the house and up to his room. She looked at her best friend painting letters on his picket sign and her heart was grieved with pity.

"Ron, you're not seriously still gonna go through with this, are you?" she moaned.

"I'm sorry, KP. But my mind is made up." said Ron.

"Me, too," added Rufus.

"But you'll be the laughing stock of the entire town," Kim pleaded.

"That's a risk I'm willing to take," said Ron, as he grabbed his sign, put it over his shoulder, and marched boldly out the door.

Kim followed behind and kept urging him further to change his mind.

"Come on, Ron. Can't you put away this nonsense for one minute to at least go down with me to the mall? I wanna get some last minute Christmas shopping done."

"I already told you, Kim. My mind is made up. And nothing you can say can convince me otherwise."

"Not even for a Naco?"

Ron's eyes lit up and his face perked up. Kim knew that if nothing else, that would possibly get his attention.

"Except that," he said, dropping his sign onto the floor. "Alright, Kim. You win. Let's go."

"I thought you'd see it my way," Kim said smugly.

"But just FYI, this doesn't mean the protest is canceled. I'm just taking a slight rain check."

"Whatever you say, freedom fighter," Kim teased.

They got to the mall and, as expected, it was insanely busy. Everybody in town seemed to be getting in their last minute Christmas shopping. And if they weren't shopping for this or that, they were lined up a mile long to take their pictures with the mall Santa Claus. Ron did his best to maintain his cool while looking at this, swearing not to protest until the appropriate time. Whereas Kim looked around at the different stores and tried figuring out what else she needed to buy for Christmas gifts. Just then, they found a kiosk with a young Asian salesperson, about their age, that was selling perfumes. And Kim figured that maybe she could find one for her mom.

"Hi, there!" the salesperson greeted. "Welcome to Perfectly Perfumes! My name is Tish!"

"I'm Kim. Nice to meet you."

Tish paused and glanced closer at Kim's face. And with a gasp, she suddenly recognized her.

"Oh my gosh! You're Kim Possible?!"

"The one and only," Kim said.

"I've heard so much about you. Your spy adventures are, like, legendary!"

"Aw, it's no big, really. Anybody could do what I do."

"But nobody could do it as good as you."

"Well, that's sweet of you to say."

Overcome with excitement, Tish brought out her best perfume samples for Kim to try.

"Please, feel free to try on any perfume you like!"

As humbled and flattered as she was, Kim said, "Actually, I'm not looking to buy any perfume. At least not for myself. It's for my mom."

"Oh, last minute Christmas shopping?"

"You know it."

"Well, what kinda stuff does your mom do?"

"She's a neurosurgeon."

"Say no more! I think I have the perfect thing for you."

Tish went back behind her kiosk and came back with a bottle of silver perfume with a label that read, Guerir, which was French for '"cure". Kim sprayed some in the air and sniffed it. The fragrance resembled a pleasant musk with a hint of lavender.

"Not only is this perfume perfect for doctors and neurosurgeons," said Tish. "But it also eliminates that horrible hospital smell."

"I think this is perfect." said Kim. "How much do I owe you?"

"Uh, are you kidding me? I can't charge the Kim Possible! Take it. It's on me."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive! Consider it my Christmas gift to you."

"Okay, thanks!"

"No big, as you say."

Tish winked and waved goodbye as Kim left the kiosk. Then she and Ron went to the food court for a Bueno Nacho dinner.