Shego frowned inside the hotel room. “Kim?”
“Yes, Shego?” asked Kim, from where she was busy pulling on a black and green jumpsuit that she had kept as a souveneir from when she and Shego had been mind controlled.
“If I ever told you that I wanted to get into your pants, this is SO not what I meant.”
Kim poked her head out of the bathroom. “Look, Shego… last time, those robots were able to kick our butts because they’ve been programmed to handle me and you, right?”
“Right.” said Shego.
“But they can’t handle you if they think you’re me, and they can’t handle me if they think I’m you.” said Kim.
“Way over the pronoun limit for one sentence, princess.” said Shego. “I can see going in disguised, but why as each other?”
“Their fighting styles against you and me are ROM based.” said Kim. “If they’re fighting in the A protocol, they’ll switch over to the right protocol as soon as they identify our fighting styles. But if we can get them to ‘lock in’ on the S or K protocols, they can’t switch back as long as we‘re fighting them.”
“Ok, you’ve got the outfits, and Monique’s getting us some wigs and make-up so we’ll look like each other. But what about the plasma powers?” asked Shego.
“Already covered.” said Kim. “Dr. Erol is still loaning me the plasma pack.”
Shego raised an eyebrow. “How come?”
Kim sighed. “If you must know, I was getting kind of tired of not being able to play Plasma-Powered Patty Cake with you three, ok?”
Shego frowned. “Kim… you’re not upset at being the only one in our family without plasma powers, are you?”
“Well…” said Kim. “Sometimes, I just feel a little excluded.”
Shego came over and hugged Kim firmly. “Kim… believe me. The twins and I could NEVER exclude you. Kim, you’re the best thing that ever happened to me, and you’re easily twice the mother to those two kids then I’ll ever be.”
Kim hugged Shego back. “Shego… It means a lot to me to hear you say those things, but we’re co-parents. We’re equally the mothers of those two… we just have different skills.”
“Yeah, I play Plasma Powered Patty-Cake, you play ‘Peekaboo’…” said Shego. She lifted her hands to cover Kim’s eyes, then pulled them apart. “Peekaboo.” said Shego.
Kim couldn’t help it… she laughed. Shego covered Kim’s eyes again, and this time bent over to give the woman she loved a long, soft kiss.
Kim moaned in surprise, then pressed her chest against Shego’s. The thin material of the cat-suit let Kim feel Shego‘s body heat. Kim put her left arm around Shego’s waist. Kim’s right hand rested on Shego’s bare mid-riff, then her fingers started to slip down the front of the relaxed-fit cargo-pants Shego was wearing.
“Got the stuff!” called Monique, entering the apartment. She was carrying several boxes, piled up so high she wasn’t able to see around them.
Startled, Kim jerked back, leaving a very disappointed Shego. Shego glared at Monique, tempted to throw a plasma bolt even though she knew Monique was one of Kim’s best friends. Instead, Shego just turned to look at Kim and said, promisingly, “Later.”
“Later what?” asked Monique, setting the boxes down on the table.
“Um, PPS…” said Kim. “Private parent stuff.”
Monique shrugged and opened the top two boxes, revealing a dark red wig and a black wig. “I wasn’t able to find any wigs with green highlights, but I bought some hair dye.” said Monique, setting the wigs out.
“Hey, today is a good day to dye.” said Shego.
Kim and Monique looked at her.
“Ok, ok, so Ron started out the bachelor party by making us watch a Star Tech movie that was on, ok?” said Shego. Shego had mocked the movie while it was on, but had made a mental note to herself to see what Kim would look like in a Klingoff female warrior’s outfit.
Kim picked up the black wig and draped it over her head. “Let’s get styling.” she said.
Dr. Possible sighed, wishing he could do more to help his daughter and her fiancee rescue Ron. He picked up the phone in his hotel room and dialed a number.
“Hello, Dr. Possible.” said Wade, picking up the phone in his bedroom / computer lab. His computer had traced the call, automatically accessed the hotel’s reservation computer, and flashed the data on the screen before Wade had even started to reach for the phone.
“Hey, Wade.” said Dr. Possible. “Any chance the special ‘wedding present’ can be here in time to help Kim?”
Wade sighed. “Dr. Freeman is still working on the AI systems… remember, we were expecting a couple more days until the wedding and presenting it to the couple. I was just going to his lab to try to help him speed it up.”
“You? Leaving your room?” said Dr. Possible. He and Mrs. Dr. Possible had talked to the brilliant young computer genius and his parents several times, concerning the young boy’s extreme agoraphobia.
“Yeah.” admitted Wade. “Mom’s going to take me right over there, and I’ll have computer cellular hook up all of the way.”. Somehow, being able to stay online helped Wade with his fear of being outside his room. Partially, because he could use various spy satellites to make sure that the millions of terrible things he could imagine weren’t actually happening.
“You go.” said Dr. Possible. “Anything is possible for a Po… Load.”
“Thanks, Dr. P.” said Wade, comforted by Dr. Possible’s rather oddly worded encouragement.
“Anything I can do to help, Wade.” said Dr. Possible. “Anything I can do.” . He sighed as he hung up the phone.
Rufus looked up. With Ron missing, he had gravitated to the Dr. Possible’s room. “Chear’up.” he squeaked.
“Thanks, little guy.” said Dr. Possible. “I know you wish you could help too.”
Rufus nodded. Unfortunately, Kim and Shego had decided that bringing anyone else along might interfere with Kim’s plans to confuse the Cee-Cee’s by having Kim dress and look like Shego, and Shego look and dress like Kim.
“Ready?” asked Kim.
“You really LIKE going out in public wearing this?” complained Shego. “I feel like I’m seconds away from these pants falling down and showing off my undies.”
“Kim was a cheerleader.” pointed out Monique. “Lots of people have seen up her skirt.”
“MONIQUE!” blushed Kim, franticly. “Look, the pants are a lot more practical then they look.” said Kim, to Shego. “I’ve never had a pair fall down on a mission, ever.”
“What about Ron?” asked Shego, knowing that Ron had lost his clothes several times while trying to help Kim.
“In case you haven’t noticed, both you and I are a lot hip-pier then Ron.” said Kim.
“Boy’s got a nice tush, though.” commented Monique.
“Anyway,” Kim said to Shego, ignoring Monique’s comment. “You’re one to talk. I can’t even WEAR underwear under this.”
“I know. Liberating, isn’t it?” said Shego.
Kim sighed and activated her Kimmunicator. “Wade, Shego and I are ready to go in.”
“Ok, Sheg… I meen, Kim.” said Wade. “Are you sure you don’t want to wait for back up?”
“Positive.” said Kim. “We don’t know what that woman and her androids might be doing with Ron.
“Nooooo! I can’t stand it!” screamed Ron, his body tightly tied down to a heavy metal cot frame. He writhed in the ropes, desperately trying to pull a hand free of confinement but unable to. “Somebody, HELP!”
Adrenna Lynn glared down at the helpless Ron, then lifted a hand out and brought it down… to scratch the tip of his nose. “There, better?” she growled.
“Ah…. Thanks.” said Ron, sighing in relief. “I don’t know what it is about getting tied down horizontally, but it always seems to make my nose itch.”
“Are you always this way?” asked Lynn, kind of new to the whole ‘taking hostage’ thing. “I mean, Drak…. Er, the person I’m working with never said you were such a whiner.”
“Hey, you have a bunch of robots kidnap you and tie you to a bed, THEN you can complain about my whining.” said Ron. “You won’t even order out for some Nacos!”
“Next time, KILL the sidekick.” grumbled Lynn. “Don’t kidnap him, kill him.”
“Can you at least turn on the TV or something for some entertainment?” said Ron. “Usually, when I get kidnapped, the kidnapper at least talks about his plans.”
“And you find that entertaining?” demanded Lynn.
“You obviously never listened to any of Drakken’s plans.” said Ron confidently. “He’s all ‘I’m SO going to take over the world’, and then Kim or Shego says something that’s so funny and…”
Lynn growled. “Do NOT mention those two together in a sentence.”
“Who, Kim and Shego?” asked Ron.
Lynn lunged at Ron, about to punch him. Only the fact that the one-eyed Cee-Cee had entered stopped her.
“Mistress. Kim and Shego have been detected, approaching.” said Cee-Cee 2.
“Excellent!” said Lynn. She rushed over to a large computer console and turned it on. On the monitor appeared a long range surveillance camera view of Kim and Shego riding as passengers in the cab of a moving truck.
“Hey, I wanna see too!” complained Ron.
Shego, dressed in a mid-riff bearing top and loose cargo pants, sat in the middle of the cab. The flesh-tone make up over her face and the dark red wig were beginning to itch, and the man driving didn’t seem to want to shut up.
“Glad I could do ya girls this favor, yah.” said the man. “Anything for Kim Possible, yah, the girl who saved our moving truck from going over the side of that cliff, doncha know…”
Kim elbowed Shego, to remind Shego that she was supposed to be acting like Kim.
Shego rolled her eyes. “Oh, it was nothing.” she said, trying to mimic Kim’s sweet tones. “Any mild-mannered reporter for a major daily metropolitan newspaper could have done the same thing.”
The joke went right over the truck driver’s head. “No, no, we’d never have thought of usin’ those elastic ties as a trailer hitch, for sure, even if one of us could have climbed up that mountain, yah.”
Shego leaned close to Kim, who was now wearing a black and green bodysuit, greenish-white makeup, and a black-and-green wig. “You go through this for EVERY ride?” Shego hissed softly.
“Some of us don’t have jet pilot licenses.” said Kim, whispering back.
Six mustard-colored Cee-Cees suddenly appeared in front of the moving truck. Startled, the driver slammed his foot down on the brakes, bringing the truck to a halt.
“Thanks, Gord Fjordensen! We’ll get off here!” said Kim, opening the door to the cab.
“Wait a minute.” said Shego. “Big, heavy truck here… can’t Goro or whatever his name is just run over them.”
“What, and hurt old Bessie here, ya?” asked the driver, patting the dashboard of his truck with loving affection.
“Come on, KIM.” said Kim. “Kim Possible doesn’t get her rides to fight for her, she fights her own battles.”
“Fine, fine.” said Shego. She slid out, grumbling. “You watch, if I ever start going around and saving the world, I’m definitely going to want more than just a lift.”
Shego and Kim positioned themselves, in battle stances, in front of Mr. Fjordensen’s truck.
“Remember!” hissed Kim. “No lighting up until we get Ron out.”
“Right, right, save the side kick.” said Shego. “THEN fry robot rear.”
Kim snapped her fingers, her gloved hands igniting from plasma. The plasma pack, nestled against the hollow of her back, glowed with warmth. “Let’s rock.”
“Hey,” said Shego. “That should be my line.”
“Shego. Kim Possible.”
Shego and Kim turned to see, perched on the cab of the truck, the one-eyed Cee-Cee. She pointed at Shego. “Capture Kim Possible.”.
The other Cee-Cee’s swarmed at Shego. Shego punched and kicked, some of the blows actually getting through as the Cee-Cee’s were prepared for Kim’s fighting style. Kim, using her plasma glowing hands, grabbed at two of the Cee-Cee’s and yanked them off, then grabbed the next two. Holding one of the Cee-Cee’s with her left hand, Kim smashed her right hand into the Cee-Cee’s face, burning through its face to the vulnerable electronics underneath. Cee-Cee 2 leapt off the cab of the truck, tackling Kim.
Shego, on the other hand, had shoved the other two Cee-Cee’s off and was pummeling one of them when she saw Kim get knocked to the ground by the one-eyed Cee-Cee’s. “Pumpkin!” Shego yelled. One of the Cee-Cee’s she was fighting used the distraction to press a hand against the side of Shego’s face. Shego gasped, then slumped unconscious.
“She-gee!” gasped Kim, then used a double foot kick to send Cee-Cee two flying. Three of the remaining Cee-Cee’s dog-piled on top of Kim, as the Cee-Cee that had rendered Shego unconscious gathered Shego into its arms. Cee-Cee #5, carrying Shego, raced toward Adrenna Lynn’s lair.
Cee-Cee #2 stepped forward, staring at where Kim, disguised as Shego, was pinned down. Cee-Cee 2 spoke. “Objective one: Capture Kim Possible and bring her to mistress. Accomplished. Objective two: Keep Shego busy. Accomplished. Beginning objective three.”
Kim gasped in fear as the one eyed Cee-Cee loomed threateningly over her.
Adrenna Lynn gloated as the Cee-Cee android strapped the unconscious female figure to the bed.
“You got KP?” gasped Ron in shock.
“That’s right!” said Adrenna Lynn. “At last, Kim Possible, we meet again! And now…”. Lynn frowned. “Wait a minute, why isn’t she responding?”
“Mistress.” said the Cee-Cee. “Target Kim Possible was rendered unconscious through use of a neural stun touch.”
Lynn sighed. “Hello? Can’t begin gloating until the hero is awake. Wake her up!”
The Cee-Cee tilted her head. “Mistress. Target Kim Possible is dangerous. If she is awake, your safety cannot be guaranteed with only one Cee-Cee unit protecting you.”
Lynn pointed at the metal bands holding the female figure down. “Hello? You cuffed her down. There’s no way she can escape from there without a plasma welding torch. Now wake her up.”
“As you command, mistress.” the Cee-Cee said. It placed its hand on Shego’s face.
“Huh? Who, what, where…” said Shego, waking up. She looked around. “Stoppable. Robot. And…”
“Yes!” said Lynn. “It is I, your greatest arch nemesis!”
“I thought that was Dr. Drakken.” said Ron.
“Do I know you?” asked Shego, staring in puzzlement at Lynn.
“Hello? Adrenna Lynn? The frEAKiest extreme stunt woman of them all?” said Lynn. “Until your cold, cynical schemes destroyed my beautiful television program, which brought joy to millions!”
Shego glanced at Ron. “Um?”
“Oh, you remember, KP.” said Ron. “You proved that Lynn was a fake.”
“A fake?” screamed Lynn. “WHAT DO YOU TWO KNOW ABOUT SHOW BUSINESS?”
“And I thought Drakken ranted too much.” said Shego.
“You’ll learn, Kim Possible!” snapped Lynn. “You think SHEGO is a bad girl? I’ll show you such depths of ultimate blackness and evil, you’ll be begging to be my sex toy!”
“Ok, two things.” said Shego. “One, Shego has more bad in her little pinky then you have in your entire over-made up body. And I should know, because two…”
Shego’s hands lit up with green flames, allowing her to easily burn through the metal bands holding her down to the table. “I AM Shego!”
Lynn stepped back, terrified. She turned at the Cee-Cee. “You idiot! You’ve captured Kim’s stunt double!”
“Ok, I’m confused now.” said Ron.
Kim struggled in the grip of the three Cee-Cee’s holding her down, as the one eyed Cee-Cee continued to drone on.
Cee-Cee #2 stood in front of a large screen. “And here, we have video footage from Lair #241, the night you came back from an all night party.”
On the screen, an image of a very drunk Shego appeared, walking in with a lamp shade balanced on her head.
“Ok…” said Kim. She looked down, at where the other Cee-Cees had forced a pink apron on over her green and black body suit. “What’s going on here.”
“We are accomplishing objective three: To humiliate Shego.” said the cyclopean Cee-Cee. “Next, we have later that night where you are using a personal bio-waste disposal system while your body attempts a system purge of alcoholic products and semi-digested food stuffs.”
Sure enough, on the screen appeared a picture of Shego bent over a toilet, throwing up rather noisily.
Suddenly, the screen exploded into green flames. Kim twisted her head to see…
“Please tell me they didn’t get to Drakken’s all-villains mixer party” said Shego, still wearing a black mid-riff baring shirt and loose pants, but with the makeup and wig removed. “Never let Senior Senior Junior offer to mix you a drink.”. She raised her glowing hands. “Nobody shows footage of me dancing with a hat-stand and lives.”
“Shego!” cried Kim. “Got Ron?”
“Oh yeah… I took out one of these things back there, and he’s guarding the person who was giving these things their orders.” said Shego.
“Error… two target Shegos…” said the four Cee-Cees. Kim took advantage of their distraction to slip out of their clutches, then back kicked one, sending it slamming into a tree. Shego pounced the other two, hurling plasma bolts at the ground they were standing other. The explosions knocked the Cee-Cee’s down, and Shego managed to quickly drive them inactive even as Kim finished deactivating the one she had started on.
Cee-Cee 2 back away quickly, her one eye darting back and forth. Mistress’s plan had failed. Creator must be informed. She began running to the nearest pay phone.
“Hey, you! Blue-guy!”.
Dr. Drakken, busy pondering over the Checker Board in the recreation area of Prison Complex 13, looked up. The guard who had been calling held up a handset. “You’ve got a telephone call.”
Dr. Drakken walked over and picked up the phone. “Hello… Is that you, mommy? I just want to say again it was all Cousin Ed‘s fault…”
“Negative.” came the voice of one of Drakken’s Cee-Cee units.
Dr. Drakken frowned. “Why are you calling me here? -sigh- Let me guess. Lynn’s plan to use Richard… Rick…”
“Ron Stoppable.” supplied Cee-Cee 2.
“The buffoon failed.” said Dr. Drakken. “And Lynn and you barely managed to get away.”
“Negative.” said the only surviving Cee-Cee. “Analysis of data records indicate that Lynn was captured.”
“What?” said Dr. Drakken. “Rats, this never happened with Shego… Shego always got away. Wait a minute… if Lynn is captured, she might tell Kim and Shego that I’ve been secretly trying to ruin their family life. Bah, why am I worried. What are the odds that Lynn will break and tell Kim and Shego about me?”
“Approximately 9,999 to 1.” reported Cee-Cee 2. She waited. “Creator? Are you there? Creator?”
“I’ll talk! I’ll talk!” screamed Adrenna Lynn.
“Oh, hi, KP!” said Ron. “I was just telling Lynn about all our adventures together since you and she last fought.”
“Please, I’ll do anything!” said Lynn. “I’ll tell you everything, I’ll confess to the police, I’ll even date guys, just make him shut up!”
“And I thought only Drakken could be that boring.” said Shego.
“Drakken!” said Lynn. “It was his idea! All of it! He provided the Cee-Cees, he wanted your kids to be the leaders of an army of Cee-Cees, it was all his fault!”
“Um, News Flash?” said Kim. “Drakken is in jail?”
“Hah! He’s running his criminal empire from his cell!” said Lynn. “I’ve got proof! Telephone transcripts, visitation records, I’ve got it all!”
Dr. Drakken knew that Shego and Kim Possible, quite possibly the two most dangerous women in the world, would very shortly have some very hard questions to ask him. Burning questions, in Shego’s case. Painfully burning… the type where, if you were lucky, you woke up in a hospital ward after major skin grafting.
As a resourceful, experienced villain, Dr. Drakken knew just what to do, and he was doing it. He was laying on his bunk, curled around his teddy bear, and sucking on his thumb. “They’re going to come for me… they’re going to come for me…” kept repeating in his head.
“Ah. Doctor Drakken.”
Dr. Drakken screamed in fear, then paused. “Wait a minute… you don’t sound like Shego or Kim…”
“I am not, doctor. But I understand you have managed to greatly upset those two young ladies.” said Señor Senior Senior.
Dr. Drakken looked up. The older man was dressed in a bright orange tuxedo, with the number ‘555’ emblazoned on the front. In the lapel was a bright orange flower. “What are you doing here, Senior Senior?”
“Please. It is Señor Senior Senior.” said Señor Senior Senior. “Like you, I appear to be a prisoner here. But in truth, I have managed to recover my vast financial holdings and used it to provide comforts for myself and my… companions.”
Dr. Drakken looked up. “What sort of comforts?”
“Oh, little things.” said Señor Senior Senior, shrugging. “The padded benches in the weight room. A few extra items down in the technology lab. And of course, the In-terror-net computer server you have been using.”
“You set that up?” said Dr. Drakken.
“Of course.” said Señor Senior Senior. “We are living in the digital age, after all.”. Señor Senior Senior gestured. The door to Dr. Drakken’s cell opened up. “You see, I had the same idea you had. To turn my prison into my new base of operations. I just had access to resources you didn’t have. Vast financial resources.”
“But… why tell me this?” said Dr. Drakken. “I’m about to become a plasma shish-ka-bob.”
“Now, doctor, that would be a waste.” said Señor Senior Senior. “I have been watching your efforts. While you have failed, you have proven that you truly are an inventive, evil, mad genius. The NICE Collars, the Cee-Cees… bold work. Why, with your brilliant designs, and my economic resources…”
“We could rule the world!” shouted Dr. Drakken. “Um, if I don’t die in the next thirty minutes or so, that is.”
“As it happens, I have a boat waiting downstairs, in a secret cove.” said the older super villain. “Some advice I received, when I was just starting out in the evil business.”
“You’re helping me to escape?” said Dr. Drakken.
“We need to work together.” said Señor Senior Senior. “Neither of us are as young as we once wore, and both of us have been betrayed by our most trusted associates turning to good. You and Shego, me and my own son. If we wish to see our evil truly triumph, we must work together. But it will take time.”
“Time?” said Dr. Drakken. “Like, months?”
“Years, more like.” said Señor Senior Senior. “But do not fear. I have prepared an island for us, with everything we will need while we work on our plans. We will be quite comfortable, I’m sure. Gemini has already assured me he has found everything quite comfortable.”
“Gemini?” said Dr. Drakken. “That dog-loving freak?”
“As I said, doctor.” said Señor Senior Senior. “We all need to work together. My money, your inventive genius, Gemini’s personnel.”
Señor Senior Senior led Dr. Drakken down a long staircase to where his high-speed hydroplane yacht, the ‘S.S.S. Seniority’ awaited to whisk them to his private tropical lair/island.