It was noon outside Kim Possible’s house, but didn’t look it. A nasty thunderstorm raged, rain pouring.
Lightning crashed as Kim chopped up Brussel sprouts in the kitchen with a mighty huge kitchen knife.
Later, in the TV room, Kim just…entered. Thunder roared. Heading out the door were Mrs. Possible, Mr. Possible, and Jim and Tim Possible. They were all wearing completely black. Jim and Tim peeked back in with Mrs. Possible. “Kim, Mom and Dad really, really wish you would come to Grandma's funeral.”
Kim paid NO heed. Lightning flashed as she flipped on the TV.
A character was talking on some show. “Wendy Earheart.”
The door slammed shut without any response. Thunder crashed.
“Kimmie? KIMMIE! Dammit, Kimmie!”
The frantic voice was faint, but Kim recognized it through the dark She opened her eyes – and found herself looking at – herself. Not the person she’d expected.
“Shego?”
“Don't forget we're disguised as each other now. Ya’ gotta stop passing out like that, Kimmie.”
“Huh? Kim was confused. Why had herself just spoken to her – in Shego’s voice? But then – with a silent laugh to herself targeted at herself, Kim remembered: She and Shego had switched their looks as a disguise to fool Aviarius. Kim looked like Shego - black, wavy hair, green-and-black jumpsuit, clawed gloves - and Shego looked like Kim: Red hair, black long sleeved shirt, tan cargo pants w/tool belt, and tan gloves. Robin had even shown a special thing the Red X suit could do that was able to change the pairs’ skin colour to the other’s’. “Oh - yeah, I'll try, Shegee…” she said, feeling worn out. Standing around her and Shrgo were X; her best friend Ron Stoppable - with Rufus, his pet naked mole rat; and the Teen Titans - Raven, Robin, Starfire, Cyborg, Beast Boy, and Robin. “Ugh - how long was I out for?” Kim asked, rubbing her head as Shego helped her sit up.
“About ten minutes or so,” Shego told her.
Kim looked around, trying to get her bearings. It was coming back to her now, but slowly. The last thing remembered was leaping onto Aviarius and viciously slashing at it with the clawed gloves like a cornered wild wolverine. No – there had been a lot more after that. Shego had snatched Aviarius’ power staff, broken the gem which held in it the green superpower energy and the red, blue, and purple superpower energies of Shego’s – long dead now – brothers, the powers had all flown back to Shego—
Shego had killed Aviarius.
Aviarius was dead.
But, yet, Aviarius had worked for Slade. Her lover had killed. And Kim had watched, unable to stop it – but also, not really wanting to stop it. Oh, sure, she’d screamed “NO!” to Shego, but it had more been a snap reflex to similar situations in the past where she’d stopped and convinced someone taking out or plugging somebody else to not go through with it. Shego had punched Aviarius using all the Team Go superpowers at once, and the impact was so fierce it drove the centre of the entire cliff top they were on down a hundred metres, ending up – now Kim knew where she was. Her gaze fell on the titanic laser grid just ahead, which stretched about four miles wide to the walls of the cavern, and about five miles long, going all they way back to just before a bank of four huge monitors with two massive doors under them.
Slade’s voice echoed in her head.“Here we have two hundred million individual laser beams in this grid - not to mention the accompanying four hundred million infrared laser beams you can't see. Each infrared beam, if tripped, will instantly trigger a bank of, oh, say – five hundred thousand miniature Supernova Death Rays.”
Shego took out Kim's spectrometer sunglasses from the tool belt. She used the purple superpower to shrink herself down. With that done, she put on the sunglasses and started walking towards the grid. “Shegee, no! Wait!” Shego cringed. She’d half expected that, since Kim was up. Kim snatched the tiny Shego up in her palms. Shego hopped out of her hands and un-shrank herself, not looking happy.
“Look, Kimmie, we all talked this over - it was either me with the spectrometer sunglasses, or the naked mole rat!” Shego explained.
Kim wouldn’t have it. She furiously shook her head. “Look through my tool belt again, dammit! There's got to be another way!”
“Ugh!” Shego threw her heads up. They were wasting time as it was. She dug around in the tool belt. “Lipstick – AHH!” she screamed as the lipstick suddenly fired a laser beam straight up into the air about three inches from her face. “Okay, laser lipstick – lessee…”
“Wait - Shegee - stop!” Kim threw out her hand.
“Lip bal-”
Kim slammed the lid of the knockout gas lip balm container. “You don't wanna open that up.”
“Why?” asked Shego. “It “New Car” scented or something?”
“No, it's more like knockout gas cleverly disguised as lip balm.”
“Ah - so it is “New Car” scented.”
“Shegee - anyway, we can get past this grid - with the laser lipstick here.”
“Uh, Kim?” Ron interjected. “Laser lipstick - grid full of lasers? Laser lipstick - grid full of l-”
“We get it!” Shego snapped. She turned back to Kim. “However, I'm with him. How are we gonna get past this with the laser lipstick?”
“Hand me the spectrometer sunglasses,” Kim told her. Shego did so, and Kim looked at the grid through them. “Ah-hah!”
“‘Ah-hah’ what?” asked Shego.
“None of the solid laser beams or the infrared beams are touching another beam.” Kim picked up the laser lipstick. “Wade made this laser lipstick capable of producing a laser beam 10 miles long at maximum. So all we gotta do is fire a beam straight down the grid, watch the light show as the miniature Supernova Death Rays fire like wild - then get fighting when the computers running this whole grid find the burden of coordinating 200,000 million simultaneous miniature Supernova Death Ray blasts a bit too much, and fall to pieces - thus shutting the grid down.”
Shego thought about that. “Sooo, in essence - Wade's helping us.”
“Uh, well – yes…” Kim stamered.
“Hmmph.” Shego smirked. “How awkweird.”
“So it would be.”
“Uhhh - what are they talking about?” Beast Boy, utterly lost, asked Raven.
“Do I look like I know?” Raven shot back.
“Um - no.”
Cyborg walked up behind them. “Let's just see if this idea works. It's certainly better than risking either Shego or Rufus’ lives.” Rufus popped up, frantically chittering the equivalent of “Yeah, really.”
“Yes,” said Starfire. “Let us let them proceed.”
“Ok, twist the bottom right to charge…” Kim twisted the bottom of the laser lipstick. A faint whine began as the beam charged up. She looked through the spectrometer sunglasses again to line up the tip of the laser lipstick with the spot where the device's beam would most likely get the maximum effect. “Twist left to turn on laser…” Kim looked at Shego. “Shegee, I think you can do the honours.”
“Really, Kimmie?” asked Shego, surprised.
“Shegee, this isn’t a time to fool around!” Kim snapped.
Ron nodded. “Yeah, she’s serious.”
Dr. Drakken, Brother Blood, and Slade watched on the monitors in the underground control room. “What are they doing?” asked Drakken. “I liked it better when Kim Possible was passed out.”
Shego leaned down and twisted the bottom of the laser lipstick to the left. Instantly, a long beam shot out from the tip--
--and then it was like a minefield in the middle of Beijing as the miniature Supernova Death Rays all fired at once. The sound was deafening, but it was more tolerable to hear it then to be in the way of it.
Kim just sat down and beckoned Shego over to sit in her lap while the beams kept blasting away in front of them. The two sat and cuddled, watching the display like it was no more than a fireworks show. Shego sighed, and leaned her head back on Kim’s shoulders. They were alone, but not apart. That was what mattered most. As the “fireworks” went on, the two took the brief respite to share another deep kiss.
The beams kept on blasting away. Raven yawned. She checked her watch. Finally, there were some muffled but power explosions that shook the entire cavern. When the cavern's rumbling finally stopped - so had the miniature Supernova Death Rays. And the laser grid was gone. Kim looked through the spectrometer sunglasses. Cyborg checked his arm scanner. “Not a beam in sight,” Kim sighed.
“None on my scan, either,” said Cyborg.
Drakken watched in stunned disbelief as on the monitors, everyone in the cavern cheered and celebrated. “WHAT?” he screamed. “HOW COULD SOMETHING THAT RIDICULOUSLY ADVANCED BE DEFEATED BY SOMETHING THAT RIDICULOUSLY SIMPLE?” He stomped on the ground. “Oh, that really nerfs my football!”
“Hmm…” said Slade. “I'm beginning to realise why her website said ‘She can do anything.’”
“Oh, don’t tell me you're on her side now…” Drakken grumbled.
“Hardly. But at least I have respect for her skills. And at least she never lied to her mother about what she what she was doing with her life - Drew Lipsky.”
Drakken whirled around. “NOBODY TALKS SMACK ABOUT MY MOMMA, FOO! N - waitaminute, I've worked with you long enough to know that I don't like where this is heading - WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY MOTHER?”
“Nothing-” Slade began-
“Drewbie?” The voice made Drakken jump about a mile into the air.
“Mother?” He turned his head. Indeed, Mrs. Lipsky was standing in the doorway of the Control Room.
Slade almost seemed like he was going to laugh. “-I just invited her here so she could watch you working at your – true – job.”
A henchman looking away from his console at the time snickered to himself.
Slade tilted his head as Drakken looked back him with a face burning in an oily sea of contempt. “You said she'd know when you succeeded.”
Drakken turned to his mother. “Mother? I'm not a radio talk show doctor.” He hung his head. “I'm-” He couldn’t stand it any longer. How could the stupid bitch still believe that falsification after everything that had happened? He’d been part of a team that had sent armies over the world. They were still killing millions. He’d watched in sadistic joy as Wade, Kim Possible’s former trusty computer sidekick, not only pledged his allegiance to Slade as Slade’s apprentice, but had carried out the most complex plot he’d ever helped dream up – and also killed all of Kim Possible and that traitorous wench Shego’s families, even his own parents, without hesitation. There was no way he, Dr. Drakken, would allow himself to cow behind a lie like that, even if he was in front of his own mother. “-AN EVIL SUPERVILLAIN WHO'S ABOUT TO GET RID OF HIS FOES ONCE AND FOR ALL!” He bashed the intercom microphone on. “THIRD AREA DEFENCES! THEY'RE COMING!” he screamed.
“Drewbie?” Mrs. Lipsky looked stunned beyond words.
Drakken caught the snickering henchman out of the corner of his eye. “HENCHMAN NUMBER Seventy-three!” he bellowed. “ARE YOU GOING TO SIT THERE SNICKERING AT THIS ALL DAY?” In a flash, he was behind the henchman, with a ray gun to the goon’s head. The henchman immediately stopped snickering as Drakken leaned in close to his ear. “Or am I just going to have to give Henchman Number Seventy-four an early promotion?” he asked the henchman, his voice absolutely drowning in the current of heavy malice that rapidly ripped through the air.
“Uh, no sir, Mr. Dr. Drakken, Sir!” the terrified henchman replied.
“Good - NOW OPEN THE THIRD AREA GATE!” Drakken screamed into his ear.
“DREW!” Mrs. Lipsky began scolding. “What have I told you about using violence to solve all your problems-”
“Nnnggh – SHUT THE FUCK UP, MOTHER!” He set the ray gun to STUN and fired at her. She instantly froze in place. Drakken motioned to two henchmen nearby. “PUT HER IN A STEEL CAGE IN THE SEVENTH AREA!” He turned around, intent on watching Kim Possible and Shego die. “She's delaying the fun times…” he growled, grinning and rubbing his hands together with evil glee
The ground in the canyon was now jagged chunks of piles of rubble, thanks to the miniature Supernova Death Rays. Everyone stood looking at the massive doors below the bank of huge monitors.
“Um, why haven't the doors opened yet?”
CLANG! The doors began to open with a rumble. A bright light in the background grew longer as the doors opened more. Cyborg looked at Beast Boy - who just shrugged and cringed, shaking his head.
Suddenly, Drakken appeared on the third monitor. Closer up to the monitor, he seemed to completely tower over everybody. “Welcome to the Third Area, Kim Possible, Traitor, and Friends. Remember what awaits you now: Twenty of my Tremendous Robots On Large Leg Structures; One hundred of my most loyal henchmen; One hundred of Slade's robots - and one hundred HIVE robots.” Have fun, y'all!”
He cackled with evil glee as the doors continued to open.
The monitor shut off as Kim, Shego, Red X, Ron, and the Titans all jumped into a protective back-to-back circle.
END ACT ONE