Hoodoo that Voodoo

I.

Kim Possible, the girl who could do anything, walked down the halls of Middleton High, cheerfully greeting friends and acquaintances. That is, until she almost levitated into the air "WooooHooooo", before her feet regained the floor she had whirled and punched her attacker.

"Big Mike?!"

The oversize perennial inhabitant of detention stared back at her from the floor. "Cheerleader?" he manged fuzzily before his eyes rolled up and he passed out.

"Girl, why did you deck Big Mike?" Monique asked, leaning on Kim's shoulder, "That could be MDA."

Kim responded with a lost look.

"Major danger ahead. Girlfriend, the boy is not going to be happy."

All of Kim's fire returned, "Because he goosed me, that's why. And I have words for him when he wakes up."

Monique stroked her chin with one index finger, "Don't think so, Kim, I was watching, Mike had his books in one hand and was waving to Vinnie with the other. No way he did it."

"But...but Mike was the only one behind me!"

"Sure you weren't just dreaming about the BF again?" Monique grinned.

"NO, and besides, Ron doesn't touch...me...that..."Kim's face flared as she trailed off.

"And just how...woop, better think fast, Girl, he's waking up."

II.

"Shego, aren't you a little old to be playing with dolls?"

"Just venting my inner child, Doc, besides, this isn't just any old doll." She held the figurine out to her employer.

"You have a Kim Possible doll? Somehow, that is just disturbing."

"Not just a Kim Possible doll, Dr. D., a special doll."

"I don't get it."

"Remember when we went to the villain's end of summer bash in Cozumel?"

"Of course, and we are never going again. Stupid free sun block samples."

"Who knew it wouldn't work on blue skin? Anyway, the shade you turned was definitely a new look." The green villain snickered.

"Well why did it work on you?"

"News flash, Doc, I don't use freebies on this delicate skin, only the best. Besides, I thought I'd see how it worked on you first."

"Shego! You...you..."

"Skipping all the fun, ol' banana breath was there."

Regaining his temper, Drakken managed, "So?"

"He chunked a book in the trash, I heard him bitching about 'claptrap, no monkeys at all'. I was bored so I picked it up."

"And it was what?"

"A book on voodoo."

"I have to agree with Monty on this one, nonsense and superstition."

Shego grinned maliciously, "Doc, this was an old manuscript, written in french, and the author was Marie Lavou."

III.

Ron barely avoided the fist that came his way when he walked up behind his girlfriend at her locker. "Whoa, What did I do, what's that all about." He panicked.

Kim grabbed his shoulders and hugged him tight, pressing her lips to his neck in apology. "Sorry, Ronnie, this has just been a ferociously bad day."

Surprised, but accepting, Ron returned her hug two fold. "What's the matter, KP? Anything the Ronster can do."

"I don't think so, it's just..." Kim hesitated, blushing deeply. "People have been...touching...me all day."

"A huh. And this bothers you since when?"

"Ron, it's where they've been touching me." Ron's face showed he didn't understand. Kim, in frustration, shook him, "Not where people usually touch me."

"Yeah, and this is..." Ron's vacuum still wasn't filled.

Kim shook him harder, and blurted, "They've been goosing and groapping me, all right?" Kim ducked her head as she realized that had come out a little louder than she intended. She also hadn't intended for Ron's reaction to be quite so, intense.

"Who?" He whispered.

The whisper scared her more than a bellow would have. Ron's warm eyes had become ice. His fists white knuckled, his face pale with rage.

"Ron, calm down, Ron."

"Who?"

"It's not like that, Ron, really."

"Who?"

"Baby", Kim began to plead, "would you just forget it, it's no big."

"No. Who?" Ron's hand caressed her cheek reassuringly. "Tell me."

"No one."

Now Ron looked disbelieving.

"Really, Baby, I would get," Kim flushed, "goosed, and no one was there. No one."

Ron frowned.

"OK, except the first time, I decked Big Mike."

"Big Mike?" Ron gently removed Kim's hands from his shoulders, turning to leave.

"Nooo." Kim grabbed the back of Ron's jersey, "Ronnie, listen, Monique saw the whole thing but she swears it wasn't Mike, and so does he."

Ron turned back, "Then who?"

Kim shrugged helplessly.

IV.

"Marie...?"

"She was a famous Voodoo queen in New Orleans, Doctor D. Supposed to really know her stuff."

"And this doll is different, how?"

"I followed the formula, got some of Kimmie's hair, even some of her nail clippings. Did the chants, the whole nine yards."

"And you did this because...?"

"So sue me, I was bored, all right."

Drakken thought a moment, "I just have one question, does it work?"

Shego slumped, "No, I don't think so. I stuck a pin in her chest, but no reports of Kim Possible collapsing in school."

"So you're going to throw it away."

"Naw, it's fun, even if it doesn't work, better than filing my nails. For instance, picture if this worked." Shego drew a feather between the doll's legs. "Can you imagine little Miss Prim?"

V.

Ron was blissfully on the receiving end of a passionate, fiery kiss. He didn't know what he'd done, and he sure hoped he could figure it out so he could do it again.

"Ron, that was...when did you learn...ummmm."

VI.

"I mean, really, Doc, think of all the fun we could have with little Princess. Even if it isn't lethal, tomorrow's Halloween night, the night the ghosts and goblins come out to play. We could have Kimmie convinced she was haunted, probably drive her nuts."

An evil smile began to bloom on Dr. Drakken's face, "Let me see that book, Shego, this brings up some possibilities." He gave vent to his evil laugh.