Bebe Version 2.1 (part 4 now up)

[KillerBebe Obeys Zita]

She sat there watching the other mothers chatting as their children played in the sand box, the meaningless incessant chatter that these human females made was to say the least an inefficient use of time. Listening to the “my Susie this and my little Anthony that,” how have they survived to rule this planet goes beyond anything her logic processor can calculate. She turn her attention back to the children and watch closely their interaction with each other, recording the six children playing in a sandbox two female and four male. She continued to monitor their games of building of a sandcastle till she overheard the human females turn their conservation to herself.

Marsha; who’s that over there?

I don’t know Cindy, never saw her here before, who’s child is her?

The oldest one who was designated as Jan said in her catty voice, if it is a woman; how can you tell with her all bundled up like that and with the heavy makeup too. I mean really she looks like a clown.

Marsha said, I don’t know which of the kids are hers the only new face I see is that of the little redheaded girl.

No, Cindy said, she came with the nanny sitting on the bench over on the other side.

Then what is she doing here Jan said, you think she’s a loon or maybe homeless by the way she is dressed?

I don’t know said Cindy, maybe we should ask if she needs help.

In a sarcastic voice Jan said , Help? More like we should call a cop, look she hasn’t moved a muscle in ten minuets that’s not normal. She is dressed for winter and on such a beautiful day with her hood closed tight over her head, wearing dark sunglasses and a thick coat of makeup..

Jan why you got to be like that all the time Marsha went on to say.

Jan clicked her tongue saying Marsha, Marsha, Marsha; I’m your older sister and I don’t trust her, I’m calling the cops on her.

I watched as she then began to rummage through her carrying bag as the other tried to approach me, one began to ask if I was lost. Lost? What a foolish query to ask; I think to myself. I quickly calculate my choice of responses and deem my best option to be,

“What is it to you; if I do not know my present location, I also wish to have no further communication with you”

The one who’s designated as Jan calls out that she has called the police and that they shall be on there way here. I radio the hive through my internal link and ask for instruction, within a few micro seconds I am ordered to terminate my mission, retrieve my target and return to base immediately. I rise and begin to walk to the sandbox when the one designated as Jan blocked my way and said that I’m not to leave till the police arrive, while standing there I inform the human females that I shall now leave and for them to no longer bar my path or to hinder my movement.

Jan not one to be talked to in such a manner pushed the open palm of her right hand against the chest of the strange woman trying to stop her from leaving, and was shocked when her hand touched something hard; in fact hard as steel.

Jan in a whisper asked what are you?

The answer was simple and mater of fact “your superior.”

As she past the women; Jan grabs the hood that covered the strangers head and pulled it off exposing the blond hair that was underneath it. With hands now upon it by those of a wearer of filthy flesh, she turns her head to face the one directly behind her and speaks, Subject: human female; Threat Analysis: nonexistent; Disposition: ignore humans and continue with mission objectives . The Bebe then reached up with it right hand and grabbed onto the wrist of Jan and squeezed till the pain made her let the Bebe’s hood go.

Cindy and Marsha cried out for Jan who fell to her knees in pain, not taking notice that the nanny now began to scream as the bebe reached the litter red headed girl and stood over her. Marsha turned her head and began to yell for the children to run away, but the could see it looked like the Bebe said something to the girl then extended it right arm and wrapped it around the girl and ran off in a flash.


END Part one

[RedBlueGreen]

Interesting start. C for grammar, but a well told tale. Post more please.

[KillerBebe Obeys Zita]

Sorry about that, I am a product the N.Y.C. school system and they never stressed grammar, accept how to talk like a Noo Yawker

Part 2 will be ready soon

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Part 2

The fist Saturday morning of their summer vacation was spent sitting on the couch in Kim’s home with Ron watching wrestling. Kim lifted her eyes from the book that she was reading just in time to see steel toe throw King pain to the mat with Ron cheering them on, try as she might she couldn’t figure out why he liked it so. Kim shook her head and went back to reading when her Kimmunicator went off, thinking saved by the bell she activated it and raising her arm and said,

What’s the stich Wade?

Sorry to interrupt the start of your summer vacation before the start of collage for you... opps Kim didn’t mean to hit a sore spot with you and Ron.

Kim said I’m not worried about it and neither is he Wade, I’m sure that Ron will get his acceptance letter soon.

Ron looked up and over to Kim and had an embarrassed look that he hasn’t heard back from anyone as of yet after sending out letters to every collage in the world.

Wade hemmed a bit then said, I’ve got bad news I intercepted a report that a Bebe may have abducted a child from Middleton park this morning.

Kim perked up hearing that a child was taken and said, tell me the details Wade.

Wade began to fill her in with the police reports and the statement of the witnesses along with the medical report of the woman injured.

Wade said the family is beside itself at why this has happened to them.

Kim fretted and said Wade it doesn’t sound like the Bebe’s; they never really harmed anyone let alone a child. But from the reports and the way it talked it might be them, send me the particulars and we’ll check it out.

Kim could see the Kimmunicator light up and text begin to scroll on the view screen, giving it the quick once over she mulls her course of action.

Wade; Ron and I will start at the park while you scan the grid for excessive power usage, cause if they’re back they’re going to need the megavolts.

Kim and Ron head off into the garage to get the sloth, Jim and Tim just finished repaired it after the graduation joke that they pulled on us that went wrong. They set the ejector seats to go off when the car reached 500 feet, they never thought the joke through about with no one flying the car it just fell from the sky and crashed through the roof of the sewage treatment plant. Kim thinks, “The tweebs still stink and not just from the sewage, ruining the good time Ron and I planed.”

Middleton parks was the same as any other city park, it had a ball field, plenty of open room to run, a area for teens that was used as a lovers lane and a smaller spot for the young where their mothers can keep watch on the kids. Ron could immediately see the scene of the crime, pointing out the area taped off to Kim, they head over first to the bench to search for clues. Kim could see that the area has been swept and cleared by the police already, she radioed Wade who picked up immediately and told her that he has not picked up anything unusual on the net yet.

Kim told Wade to keep looking but that she now needed a scan of the bench and the area for anything out of the norm.

Wade told Kim to slowly run her Kimmunicator over the bench and the surfaces of what else she wanted scanned, a green beam jutted out from the dials face and made a grid patten on the bench.

Kim there are some nasty things on that bench that I don’t want to tell you about, but there is one thing that out of the norm; makeup.

How that out of the norm Wade, this is a bench that women do sit on?

No Kim this is not the normal makeup that you wear, this is a greasepaint a thick theatrical makeup. The police report did say that she looked like she had a bad makeup job.

A kidnaper hiding her identity or a Bebe trying to look human perhaps?

Wade said, what was that Kim?

No nothing Wade; I was just thinking out loud.

Ron called out, Kim come over here and take a look at this.

Kim looked over to the sandbox where Ron was standing just to the outside of it, I began to walk over and stood next to him while he pointed and squatted down. Leaning over his shoulder I looked for what he wanted me to see, he was showing me a set of foot prints in the sand that was way deeper than all the others.

Whoever it was that made these Kim was heavy; look how deep they go compared to that of the prints from the kids and the larger ones from the adults.

Kim at closer look saw that he was right and could now see the prints that lead away for the sandbox heading into the woods after it grab the child, but why; I don’t get it she thought.

Wade scan this impression for me; please and thank you.

Pointing the dial at the ground where the print was she get real close as the green beam again came from the sensor bulb and then at the ground leading away from them. Wade then came back on the screen a moment later and said scans competed.

Talk to me wade; what you got for me.

Well Kim you’re not going to like it but scans show whoever made those prints weighed nearly 500 pounds, we’re not talking about a lightweight here.

She was described as 6 foot tall and looked to be 130 pounds by witness statements Wade, it does sound like the Bebe’s are back.

Ron said, But why a child Kim it don’t sound right. Maybe a kidnap for money?

They have no need for money Ron.

Hmmmmmmmm what do the parents do? They may want something from them.

Could be Ron, but there’s no way we can get near to their house uninvited to talk to them; the place is going to be deep with the F.B.I.

Turning to the communicator she asks for Wade to run a background check on the parents and to keep and eye on the F.B.I. for information if there is any contact.

Umm... Kim this is the FBI here, they are going to have spyware detectors and government level firewalls running, there got it I’m in; and I can call you the moment they know anything.

You’re the best Wade

I know Kim, I know, then the screen went dark.

Kim slowly turned and gave the park one last look over hopping to spot something that may have been missed earlier, but sadly there was nothing to see but the tracks that lead into the woods, that they now began to follow.

The tracks were not hard to follow, they ran a straight course through the woods, the splintered and knocked over trees stood out like a sore thumb but ended at the creek by the storm sewers runoff pipe.

'No way Kim that’s barely big enough to crawl through let alone carrying a child, and besides it has flowing water draining.'

Squatting down Kim peered into the pipe as far as till the darkness took over hopping that her eyes can cut through it, she thought over Ron’s words barely big enough to get through with a child but it could be done.

You’re right Ron, even a Bebe wouldn’t bring a child through that; and besides the muck in the pipe is not disturbed except by the flowing water, then she said with sadness “we lost them Ron.”

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Part 3

The ride in the sloth was spent silently as Kim mulled over the happenings of the day till Ron called out, penny for your thoughts Kim?

Thinking about the little girl and how scared she must be, I’m wondering if the Bebe’s have the presents of mind to take care of her; is she cold and hungry will they feed and keep her warm?

I’m sure they’re taking care of her, yeah they’re robots but they if they took her they have a reason, something we just don’t see as of yet and they have to have to understand the basics about the care and needs of a child.

Kim slowed the car down while driving past the home of the girls parents and she was right the place was crawling with feds. There were two black vans and just about every news van that there could be parked on this street with reporters running about; all trying to get any little piece of information that they could get, and all that Kim could think was “vultures.”

You got a plan Kim on getting in without a fight breaking out, there’s no way to get in past the reporters without them recognizing you and pouncing on us or feds from blocking us from getting into the house.

They drive three blocks away and park along the curb, strumming her fingers on the steering wheel she begins to think of the different ways to get to the house and in the easiest way possible. Kim has an idea but before she gives it a try she contacts Wade for an update on the parents,

Wade; what’s the stich on the rents, anything we should know?

No Kim, nothing out of the ordinary that I could find. They’re as ordinary as you can get, she a secretary and he’s owns a bookstore, they have no connection to electronics, computers, Cybertronics, Cybernetics or Biochip-makers; nothing that would interest the hive.

Ron said to Kim, if they got nothing they want why grab this kid? Maybe it wasn’t the Bebe’s.

Alright Wade keep looking for a connection and till then get me a helicopter and a set of parachutes; I’ve got a plan.

What you got cooking Kim?

Well you have the helicopter meet us at the park, we then take it out of town and come back in from the west...

(A car pulls up along the side of the sloth to ask directions and Ron gets out to help him)

... That way we can come back into town with the sun to our backs; unseen...

(Ron saying aloud to the drive, yeah just a couple of blocks that a way with the drive saying thanks dude)

...We’ll take the copter up to six thousand feet and parachute out directly over the house...

(The sounds of Ron struggling with the driver as a fight breaks out)

...we’ll free fall to 250 feet and open our chutes and land on the roof...

(Sound of the drivers girlfriend now yelling leave my boyfriend alone you jerk)

...Then using my laser lipstick I’ll cut a hole in the roof...

(Muffled cries of no, don’t, please stop are heard from the young lady)

...Ron and I will slip through into the attic and wait for the right time to use the trapdoor that leads into the house...

(Ron now standing by Kim’s window now taps on it and calls out)

Kim

...and find the rents by...

(Kim looks at what made the noise on her window and finishes her conversion with Wade by saying)

... dressing up like pizza delivery boys.

Kim rolled down the driver side window to get a better look at Ron who was standing there wearing a delivery uniform and had another one hanging over his arm, she peered over to the curb across the street and there she saw a guy and a girl sitting in their underwear bound and gagged.

Ron?

Heh um Kim when this guy asked for directions to get to the house cause he has twelve pizzas for the feds. I figured while I listened to your very simple plan that you told Wade to get in the house, I’d try this extremely complected one I came up with.

Stop being a wise guy Ron, it’s unbecoming she said with a smile as she took the uniform and told Ron to turn around and not to peek while she stripped.

Ron poohed Kim and said with a smile you never let me have any fun.


End part 3

[HAL-9000 the S.O.B.]

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Your work is puerile and under-dramatized. You lack any sense of structure, character, or the Aristotelian unities.

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Start part 4

At the house they barely got a second look from the gathered reporters as they walked up the walkway to the front door carrying the pizzas and four shopping bags filled with large bottles of soda and cups. As they reached the door; Ron rang the bell twice, after a moment had past they were greeted by a man with a gruff voice that came from behind the closed door that said who’s there.

Kigo pizzeria, where our motto is; one taste of our pie and we’ll leave a smile on you face, we’re here with your order.


What took you so long, it better not be cold.


"Don’t worry our pie is always hot, that’ll be a hundred and fifty four oh eight for the order", Kim said as she walked through the door with four bags filled with bottled soda, then asked where’s the kitchen. Ron followed Kim in, and was barely able to see over the top box of the stack he was carrying.

Kim now with a hundred and fifty five dollars in hand backs out of the kitchen while saying thanks for the generous tip as the feds descend on the pies leaving the two of them unguarded for long enough to sneak toward the back room where the parents sat secluded from the rest of the house.

At the bedroom door Kim heard sobbing coming from the other side and felt horrid for having to invade their privacy at this time of sorrow, she almost backed away till she bumped into Ron who was standing behind her. Taking a deep breath she gently knocked on the door.

Come in said a male voice.

Kim opened the door and the two of them entered the dark room and closed the door behind them, the woman laid on the bed crying as the man looked up at us and rose from his chair and asked who are you, what are you doing here?

We’re sorry disturbing you at this time; but I’m Kim possible and this is Ron and we’re here to help.

Help; help how, you’re just a kid. I can’t believe the FBI would call a kid in on this, get out.


No let her stay a weak voice spoke, I’ve heard of her; maybe she can help.


Backing away he let Kim past him and he eyed Ron with unease but then went to the side of his wife who was now sitting up on the bed. As he sat down next to her he put his arm around her as she wearily rested her head on her husbands shoulder.

Why did the FBI call you in? Is it because they’re worried?

No sir they didn’t call us in we came on our own, we’re doing our own separate investigation; we snuck in past them all she said while tipping the brim of her cap.

Yes, Kigo pizza; never could stomach that stuff. Now that you’re here how can you help and what do you need from us?

You’ve probably been ask these question but please bear with us. Do you have any enemies that want to get back at you? They both shook their head no to Kim’s question.

Have you been contacted with a ransom yet? Again the answer was no and to all the standard questions that Kim could think of.

The father volunteered there is nothing we can say that would help you, the FBI thinks it’s the real parents of our little Tammy.

Wait you’re not her parents; she’s adopted?

Yes we brought her home two months ago from the Orphanage, we were trying to adopt her for close to a year and had to wait on the paperwork to be finalized.

Why the hold up with the adoption.

Looking over to his wife he then turned back to Kim and said, they originally thought she was a special needs child.

How so, Ron asked.

When she first arrived at the orphanage, she wouldn’t talk or play with the other children, she tested well but stayed to herself. It was thought that she was to be shock from being abandoned by her mother.

The woman without lifting her head from her husbands shoulder said, she was left at the doors of St. Charles church in Lowerton with a note pinned to her dress that said take care of her for we can’t give her what she needs.

Yes but within two months of a loving family she was laughing, playing and getting along with every one.

Kim was about to ask another question when there was a knock at the door and hopeful eyes look toward it, and before it opened Ron dove into the closet and hid while Kim hit the floor and rolled under the bed. A woman in a suit entered the room; apologized and put down a tray with a box of pizza pie and a bottle of soda and before she left closing the door behind her she asked if there was anything else that they would need.

"My baby back", the mother sobbed.

Ron waited a moment after hearing the door close and the room go quiet, he then called out to Kim to ask if it was safe for him to finally come out of the closet.

Kim said back to him, yeah I think it’s time for you to come out and stop hiding; while she emerged from under the bed swiping the dust bunnies off of her shirt with the baseball cap that she wore.

Sorry about that but they can’t know we’re here right now, I have to ask; has the real mother tried to contact you, or do you know anything about her?

No from what we were told she was completely out of the picture, she was a Baby Doe cause she never told her real name until half a year ago.

She was six when her mother didn’t want her, so why do you think it’s her?

I’m not sure if it was her, I’m thinking that it was a robot called a Bebe.

The man stood up and said, robots? What type of nut are you?

Lets me assure you sir that Kim here is not some kind of nut, Ron said with an air of annoyance. She... err um, we fight and see things that you’ll never hear about; and one of those things are a group of robots called Bebe’s.

Kim spoke softly and said, the witnesses reported unnatural behavior and that leads me to suspect them, but till I can speak with the witnesses and hear what they saw; I can’t be sure till then.

Why’s that? If it is these things; why our baby?

That’s what I can not guess is the reason for them to do this. This is so unlike them, they usually go after electronics that can help replicate themselves. One last question and we’ll leave, do you have any involvement with technology that they my want.

Ron added we’re not talking everyday stuff here; we mean high tech.

No my wife is a secrecy at and auto insurance company and I own a book store, I’m as low tech as you can get I hate computers we didn’t even own one till Tammy became our daughter. I got one for the house only for her, I believe that because of the future; she has to know how to use one.

Has she been in a chat-room online? Contacted by a weirdo maybe?

Ron Please! Kim said as she gave a look that said stop talking now, Ron when silent seeing how the lady’s face got a horrified look and tears began to flow at the thought of a monster having her child.

Kim dropped to her knees and put her hands onto the lap of the woman and said while looking up into her eyes, we’ll do everything that we can to find your baby; believe me.

Kim and Ron slipped out of the house easily or as Ron would say too easy, the feds were still stuffing there faces on the pizza when we went out the front door past the reporters still trying to get their story for the evening news. Getting into the beat up delivery car Kim puts it into gear and heads back to were the sloth is parked.

Kim having kicked Ron out of the car and had to remind him to turn around while she slipped out of the pizza uniform and back into her mission clothing. She gave the uniform back to Ron who handed it along with his to the couple he just untied and were cursing at him till Kim handed over the money for the pies plus a fifty dollar tip.






Back in the car now and as they drove off Ron noticed that Kim had a sad look on her face and he said don’t worry we’ll find the kid.

I’m sure we will.

They why the pout?

Oh that; the fifty I gave the pizza guy was for our date tonight, now I got nothing and I’m tired of eating nothing Bueno Nachos.

Eeeeeek; don’t talk like that Kim, the place is the best and when we get married we’ll hold the reception there he said with a dreamy look on his own face.

Ron we’re to young to talk like that and I’ll tell you now that if we do get married and you have it at Bueno Nachos we’ll be divorced before the wedding night; you got that.

Nieeeeeeegh, man and I have coupons and all, Ned was going to set this up top-notch for us too.

Before Kim could give Ron a piece of her mind and cut into him, her kimmunicator went off, she saw it was Wade.

What’s the stich Wade; I just interviewed the rents, the only lead I got was the girl was adopted and now I want to see the witnesses next.

You got to put a hold on that Kim, there’s been another kidnaping, another young girl from a boarding school in Upperton this time.

Wade it’s to late for us to head to Upperton, get me the police report and we’ll go there in the morning. I still want to talk to the witnesses from earlier, just want to cover all angles on this before we’re sure there back. One last thing see if you can dig up anything on the girls real parents; cause it might something to do with them

Got’cha Kim; I’m still scanning the area for you, but so far not a peep; if they’re here they’re deep.

End part 4