Note: I realize this is similar in plot to Ron Millionaire (Kinda), but I actually came up with the idea for this fic a few years back, and with the past month or so, starting rewriting it. Also note, this is not a lovey-dovey shipper fic. No mushy stuff, just comedy.

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The rain was pouring in torrents. Down, down it drizzled, splashing against the trees and dribbling down to the muddy ground.

Inside, Doctor Drakken held a newspaper over his head. "Grr…Oh…Ah!" He snarled as leaking water splattered around him. "Whose brilliant idea was it to move to Kerala during monsoon season?"

The automatic door whizzed open and Shego entered with a big bowl of Life cereal. "Gimme that!" Said Drakken, snatching it away from her.

"Hey! That's my breakfast!"

"Get yourself a grapefruit!" He dumped the cereal on the floor and placed the bowl under the leak.

"I hate grapefruit." Said Shego, hopping into a chair and crossing her arms. "Anyone with working taste buds does."

"Then get yourself an orange!" Shouted Drakken. "And while you're at it, get me some more bowls and buckets."

"It's your own fault for renting this little shack," Said Shego. "We could've had the nice big lair with the satellite dish and the mini bar, but you had to be cheap!"

Drakken had emptied out a flowerpot and stuck it under another leak. "We couldn't afford it, Shego. You know that! Taking over the world is a very expensive venture." Drakken grabbed a bucket that was already full of water and dumped it outside. "Death rays, hover cars, bail money." He replaced it. "Not to mention the salary I pay a certain someone to GIVE LIP ME ALL THE TIME!" He yelled at the green girl in the chair.

"Hmm, whatever." Shego grabbed the newspaper. "Why are you paying for this? It's in Malayalam! No wonder you're broke!"

Drakken sank into the chair across from her. "Wouldn't it be nice to be rich, Shego? To have all the money you want?" He rested his tiny hands on his chin.

"Hmm? Oh yeah, sure." She mumbled.

"Oh sure, taking over the world is great and all, but what good is it if you can't afford swimming pools and helicopters and an entourage and gold toilet seats and those itty-bitty cocktail weenies in barbecue sauce?"

Shego looked up. "Gold what?"

"I guess it's just hopeless." Drakken got up and paced. "I should just go back home and be a Torah Scholar just like Dear Old Dad! Leave this crazy dream behind!"

The doorbell rang. "Uh, Doctor D?"

"You know I should really go on a Pilgrimage. You know, get in touch with my spiritual side." Drakken said.

The bell rang again. Shego tossed the paper over her shoulder. "I'll get it." Opening the door, she frowned. "What do you want?"

Three men in raincoats and suits stood out in the rain. "Hello, we're here to speak with Drew Lipsky."

"Well come in," Shego stepped aside. "Hey, Drakken…"

Drakken held his head in his hands. "Oh, but visiting the Holy Land costs money! It's hopeless!"

"DRAKKEN!"

"What?" He whirled around. "Who are you? Why are you interrupting my ranting?"

"Drew Lipsky?"

"That depends." Drakken crossed his arms. "Who's asking?"

"Dewy."

"Cheatham."

"Howe."

"We represent your late great uncle twice removed, Boaz Lipsky." Said Dewy, setting a suitcase on the table.

"Uncle Boaz, Uncle Boaz…" Drakken scratched his head. "Ah yes! The one who always cheated at Strategories!" He glowered. "I hate family reunions." Then shouted, "And I never get to be the racecar!"

"Your Uncle Boaz passed away recently. Unfortunately," Said Cheatham. "You weren't present at the funeral or the reading of the will."

"Yeah, well I was in jail-I mean," Said Drakken hastily. "I had the Ostrich Pox! Very contagious you know! Can't be infecting the corpse!"

"Dr. Lipsky," Said Dewy. "We have a copy of your Uncle's will right here, and it seems you receive a certain sum."

"Ah," Drakken sank into a chair. "Pennies from Heaven."

"More like thousands from Heaven."

"Huh?"

"Dr. Lipsky, your Uncle has left you a lump sum of…" Dewy paused. "Five hundred million dollars."

Drakken nearly fell out of his seat. "FIVE HUNDRED MILLION DOLLARS!"

Shego looked smug. "I guess you'll get your cocktail weenies after all."