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I originally started this as a story jam, but no one submitted other chapters. So, here's chapter four. Enjoy. _______________________________________________________________________ RESCUED RANGERS - Chapter IV: Of Mice and Ninjas

Monterey Jack looked up at Kim. "Who's the sea-sick looking Shila?"

"Her name's Shego, and she's the minion of a demented scientist named Doctor Drakken."

"MINION!" yelled Shego. "Since when have I EVER been a minion?" A stranger than normal expression crossed the raven-haired woman's face. "Wait a second... are you talking to a rat?"

"Let me guess," said Gadget. "He's a mad scientist... right?

Ron nodded. "Yup... the maddest. Actually tried to create a cheese typhoon once."

"What's so crazy about that?" asked Monty.

"We know what that's like," replied Chip, ignoring Monty's comment. "We've had a few run-ins with our own mad-scientist... A fellow by the name of Norton Nimnul."

"Okay!" said Shego. You guys are starting to freak me out with your Doctor Doolittle act here. Why don't you just give me the circuit card and avoid some well deserved thumps and bruises."

"In your dreams," Kim responded smiling.

"Have it your way." Shego raised her hands, which began glowing. "NINJAS... ATTACKACKACK... EEEEEEEKKKKK!"

Shego's voice abruptly changed tone as something swooped down from behind her, snagged her hair and pulled her off balance, tearing a few strands out in the process. The green-faced woman had a brief view of a strange-looking bird with a squirrel riding it before toppling from the pier and plunging head first into the river.

Responding to orders, the ninjas leapt forward, nun-chucks, throwing stars, swords, bolos and other such weapons at the ready. They split their attack, three going for Ron while the other three went for Kim.

The red-haired teen quickly ducked under the swing of one ninja, then pushed up into a triple-rolling flip. Coming down, she planted her foot solidly in the face of a second ninja and used him to springboard up onto the pier.

The three ninjas confronting Ron advanced on him slowly, their weapons spinning closer and closer to him. A wicked smile spread across the youth's face. He kicked off his shoes and crouched, balancing himself on his toes while simultaneously holding his hands in front of him, thumbs out, fingers curled like an ape's and palms facing his opponents.

The center ninja of the three stopped abruptly and put out his arms to halt his companions. "Look!" he said in Japanese.

They did, and then exchanged nervous glances. "Is that what I think it is?" asked one.

"I don't know," replied his friend. "I've never seen it myself, but I heard enough about it."

Ron abruptly let out an excruciatingly loud simian scream and shifted into an attack pose.

"MONKEY KUNG-FU!!!" yelled the three ninjas as they backpedaled then leapt for the safety of the pier before vanishing out of sight.

"Boo-Yeah!" yelled Ron. "Go ahead and run... you're facing the Master now!" He took a triumphant step forward, promptly tripped over one of his own shoes and pancaked, face first, onto the deck.

Tito barked out a laugh. "Where'd chu learn that move... an old Cantinflas movie?"

A pair of gloved hands grabbed the edge of the barge followed by a very wet and thoroughly angry Shego. She hauled herself to her feet, sputtering, and pushed aside her waterlogged hair. She stood for a few seconds assessing the situation. Half her thugs were missing and both Kim Possible and her oaf were still on their feet... relatively speaking.

"This is the last time I let Drakken order henchmen from a discount outlet," she muttered angrily to herself. She took a step forward, or tried to, only to discover her ankles had been lassoed together by a chipmunk... wearing a fedora and a flight jacket?

"What the HELL?!" Off balance thanks to her aborted step forward she watched as the chipmunk gently tugged on his end of the rope.

"AHHHH SHIIIIIIII..." Shego toppled over backwards, landing once more in the river

The three remaining ninjas continued to engage Kim, pursuing her up to the pier where they spread out and began coordinating their attacks. The young girl continued to dodge and weave expertly, but was slowly being forced back toward the end of the pier.

As she spun left, one of the ninjas managed to sweep her legs out from under her with his staff. Kim tumbled backward and looked up in time to see one of her attackers swinging in with his sword. There was no way she could avoid the cut, however at the last instant her opponent was struck in the face by three small darts, each tipped with a tiny, rubber suction cup. The distraction was enough to allow the teen to roll aside. The sword sliced harmlessly into the wood planking.

Out of the corner of one eye Kim spotted Gadget. The mouse was standing on one of the pilings holding what looked like a combination toy crossbow and rocket launcher. Gadget was fully focused on her device frantically worked a small lever on the back of the launcher trying to clear a jam

"Gadget... Look Out!" yelled Chip

The warning came too late as the ninja with the face full of rubber darts wrapped his hand around the mouse, causing her to drop the launcher. He held the mouse up, examining her, clearly confused by his new opponent even as she struggled against his tightening grip. Before he could decide what to do, a loud, high pitch shriek pierced the air. The ninja looked up in time to get a face full of talons and feathers as Curtiss slammed into him.

Hurling the mouse away from himself, he raised his sword intending to slash at his attacker. Tammy was having none of that however. Leaping off Curtiss, the squirrel flung herself onto his hand and bit down hard on his thumb. Screaming, he dropped the sword and started flaying about wildly.

Gadget, meanwhile, found herself tumbling head over tail through the air. A quick calculation confirmed that her current trajectory would end with her slamming into the pier. The mouse squeezed her eyes shut and tucked herself in, hoping to protect her head and roll, thereby blunting the force of the impact. She counted down to herself, but when she reached zero and nothing had happened she opened her eyes.

Looking up Gadget spotted Foxglove. The bat had managed to snag her in mid-air with her feet and was even now flapping in for a landing at the end of the pier.

"Golly..." muttered the mouse. "That was some catch. I thought you couldn't fly with the extra weight of another fur"

Foxglove smiled. "Been working out sugar... That and you're not much more than half as heavy as Dale."

The ninja with Curtiss attached to his face was still dancing around trying to get the raptor to let loose. One of his compatriots came up behind the falcon and raised a set of nun-chucks to strike at him. Tammy saw this and yelled a warning. Curtiss launched himself skyward. Tammy jumped and managed to snag the falcon's left talon just as the ninja swung. He connected, not with his intended target, but with his comrade instead taking him out with one blow.

"Is mommy safe?" asked Curtiss.

"Uh huh... Foxglove's got her," the squirrel replied as she climbed back into the riding pod on his back. "Let's get some altitude."

"Roger!"

Up on the pier the third ninja was still facing off against Kim. He was spinning a double set of bolos, intending to entangle the teen. Ron saw this and looked down at Tito. "Ever hear of a Fastball Special?"

"What comic book fan ain't? Chu wanna try it?" he asked, his tail wagging enthusiastically.

Ron responded by scooping up the chihuahua. "Don't worry... I'm on the Middleton football team." He wound his arm back. "Ready? On Three!"

"Uno..." barked Tito

"Two..."

"Tres!"

Ron hurled the chihuahua upwards straight towards the ninja with the bolos. Tito opened his jaws and bit down as he connected with his intended target. The ninja yelped as several rows of sharp teeth locked onto his tush. Both sets of bolos went flying in opposite directions. Using the distraction, Kim launched herself forward landing a solid kick to the ninja's stomach. He went down like a sack of flower. Unfortunately, one set of bolos found an unintended target.

Foxglove had just dropped Gadget atop the pier when the misthrown bolo caught her, pinning her wings to her side. Their momentum propelled the bat out over the river where she landed with a splash, sinking out of sight almost immediately.

Seeing what had happened, Dale and Monty hurled themselves into the water and dove on Foxglove's trail of bubbles. Luckily for the Rangers the bolo had gotten hung up on an old, submerged piling about seven feet down. They reached the struggling bat within moments. Monty immediately set to work biting through the nylon straps that held the lead weights in place. Thanks to his new set of incisors, the Auzie rat was able to quickly cut the bolos loose. Without the weights Dale was able to detangle the rest of the straps. He grabbed the rapidly weakening Foxglove under both wings and shot for the surface, followed by Monty.

They bobbed up just as Gadget and Chip were paddling over on a makeshift boat the mouse had cobbled together from twine and two plastic water bottles. Foxglove took a ragged gasp of air then began coughing as she tried to clear the water she had inhaled from her lungs. The Rangers were hauled onboard, and both Gadget and Chip began paddling for shore using a pair of plastic spoons. The bat coughed for almost a minute, shaking forcefully while Dale rubbed her back and neck. When the coughing fit subsided, she sat up and wrapped her wings around Dale and Monty, hugging them for all she was worth.

"Guys... LOOK!" shouted Chip.

They all looked. A thoroughly waterlogged Shego was standing atop the barge's deckhouse confronting Ron. The young teen was busily dodging green fire bolts being chucked at him. Nowhere near as smooth and effortless as Kim, Ron's clumsy moves were surprisingly effective.

"Stand still you buffoon," Shego yelled in frustration, flinging yet another green bolt of fire at him. Ron spun and tripped over a cleat, falling flat on his back. The bolt passed harmlessly over him and sheered through a piling at its base. Naturally, the thick slab of wood fell straight at Shego. The green-faced woman stepped lightly to one side as the piling slammed into the roof of the deckhouse missing her completely. Unfortunately, the roof plank she was standing on was turned into a springboard by the impact. It catapulted Shego up and out over the river once more. She continued screaming invectives until they were cut off by a loud splash.

The Rangers reached the barge and quickly scrambled onboard. From the pier above they heard a last, loud thud then silence. Moments later the red-haired girl appeared, holding Tito and scratching him between the ears. From his expression it was easy to see the chihuahua was in puppy paradise.

"Where's Shego?"

"If you mean that Sheila in the green and black costume, she's probably drifting past Battery Park by now," Monty replied.

"Then we'd better recover the circuit card before any more of her friends show up," Chip said. Following the chipmunk's lead, they went over to where the lockbox was submerged. Ron took hold of the rope and began pulling. Within moments, a small, but heavily reinforced lockbox was sitting on the deck. The latch on it was protected by what looked like a combination lock.

"Great," muttered Ron. He looked at the chihuahua. You wouldn't happen to know the combination, would you?"

"Sorry man. Fagin was the only dude who knew that."

"I think I can help," offered Foxglove. The bat gingerly put one of her oversized ears to the lock and slowly turned the dial until she heard a soft click.. "That's one," she commented as she smiled and reversed direction on the dial."

"Crikey," said Monty. "I knew her hearing was good, but I didn't know it was that good."

"Shhhhh!" hissed the bat, focusing on the tumblers once more. She worked the dial to the right, stopped, then turned it back to the left. There was an audible click and Foxglove smiled in triumph as she opened the box. Inside, they found s couple rolls of coins, some cash with a rubber band around it, a few bobbles and trinkets and, as hoped, a rather large styrofoam packet wrapped in plastic.

"We'd better check it to be sure that's what we're looking for." Gadget suggested

Nodding, Kim carefully unwrapped the package and peeled back the tape. Inside they found a circuit card inlaid with both platinum and gold filaments. She held it up for Wade to see on the communicator.

"Definitely it," the young hacker responded.

"Great," Ron replied. "Now lets get this thing back to the lab before anyone else tried to steal it."

"Uno momento," yipped Tito. "Chu ain't goin' anywhere wit that until we find mi compradres!"

"He's right," said Chip. "We still don't know where his friends have been taken. The case isn't over until we get them back."

"Well it shouldn't be too hard to track down Dr, Drakken and free your friends," Kim observed.

"I don' know who this Drakken hombre is," said the chihuahua, "but if those goons were workin' for him, he ain't the one who took Fagan and the others."

"How do you know?" asked Ron.

"The nose knows," barked Toto. "None o' them had the same scent as the ring we found."

"Golly, if your Doctor Drakken isn't the one behind the kidnapping, then who is?" asked Gadget.

"I don't know," said Kim. "Do you guys still have this ring?"

"It's down below deck," said Dale. "We stuck it back in the floor-boards when we heard you and Ron snooping around, just in case you were the bad guys."

"I'll go get it," Foxglove offered. Flapping her wings, she quickly disappeared from sight. She reappeared moments later carrying the ring. She dropped it into K.P.'s open hand.

Holding the ring above her comm device she watched as Wade quickly scanned it.

"I'm going to do a search to see if I can find anything that matches," he reported. "This will probably take a little while."

"We might want to duck out of sight," Chip suggested. "Just in case anyone comes back looking for the ring."

"You think they might?" asked Gadget.

Without warning a black, spherical object, about the size of Monty, landed in the middle of the group. Before anyone could react it exploded into a large, yellow-green cloud of gas.

"I'd say that was a definite... yyyeeesssssss," muttered Monty as he and the others abruptly collapsed into a heap.