Hey guys! I'm back with another OK KO fanfic! I honestly don't see these being very popular as opposed to my other work, but I don't care! I friggen love this show, it has truly impacted me greatly in a positive way. Anyway I don't own anything except one character (don't worry she isn't one of those characters the entire story revolves around, she's mostly there to kick off the plot.) Well, I hope you enjoy!

No PoV

Boxmore Enterprises

"Blast it!" Boxman slams his fist into his computer desk. "Those rotten kids and their stupid friendship and always beating me! Bla!"

Boxman grumbled, standing up in his chair to peek out of the blinds. "Still alive." He grumbled before muttering incoherently to himself, a common occurrence in the Boxmore industry.

"Why do my ingenious plans never succeed?" He sighed, placing his cheek onto his fist dejectedly.

"I may be able to be of assistance, if you would be so kind as to allow me the chance." A female voice replied.

Boxman shot up, looking around for the source of the voice. "Who said that!? Show yourself before I sick my terrifying and dangerous robot children on you!" He demanded.

"I said that." The voice informed, Boxman Jumped, turning around to see the source of the voice. In front of him stood a tall, slender woman wearing a black and purple jumpsuit with a back cloak hanging from her neck. Her black hair hung past her back, bangs covering part of one of her eyes.

"Who are you?" Boxman asked, hearts filling his vision as he stared into her violet iris.

Noticing his infatuation with her, she grinned. "I go by Vixen." She pulls out her pow card, holding it with two fingers as she held it out to him. Boxman took the card and studied it eyes bulging at the level.

"N-N-Negative 12?!" He exclaimed in shock as she took the card back.

"So, interested in my help?" She questioned moving closer.

Boxman seemed to consider the offer, but looked down in defeat. "What's the point? No matter what I do those do-gooders always foil my plans."

Vixen grinned slyly. "Of course they do with all of your half-baked plans."

"Huh?" Boxman stared at the mysterious woman in confusion.

"You keep trying to attack the plaza directly. There's no way that can work, especially when you do it the exact same way every time." Boxman looked away in embarrassment. "Also, when you do actually have a plan that almost works you never attempt to try that plan again. You take that one failure and chuck the plan entirely when all you need to do is tinker it, improve it. That way it will work."

"That makes sense…" Boxman thought aloud.

"Now with my assistance, you can finally destroy the plaza once and for all." She held out her hand.

"Deal!" He leapt up and took her hand, shaking it eagerly.

"Good." Vixen sneered. "Now for our plan of action. You need to stop focusing on attacking the plaza."

Boxman glared at the woman suspiciously. "What are you playing at, woman? How can I destroy the Plaza Turbo do-gooders once and for all if I don't attack the plaza?"

"Simple. You switch your focus on to capturing the one hero who time after time gets in the way of you and the destruction of your most hated...store…" Vixen hesitated at the absurdity of her own statement.

"I hate how much friendship takes place over there, besides, it's bad for business." Boxman pointed out.

Vixen rolled her eyes. "Anyway here's the plan." She announced.

The bodega was in high spirits as usual due to the recent decline in Boxmore attacks. Enid, a purple haired teen, propped her boots on the counter she usually occupied, cool shades blocked her sleeping eyes from the view of the confused and impatient costumers waiting to be checked out before. Across the store was Rad and KO playing extreme Frisbee.

"Ok, so the only rules to Extreme Rads-bee is never let this here Frisbee stay in your hand more than two seconds and you can NOT let it hit the floor." Rad, the ripped, blue alien explained with a 'cool' grin. "Got it, little dude?"

"Yeah!" KO cheered bouncing in excitement.

"One more thing. The winner is determined by the coolest way to throw and catch the Frisbee."

KO's brown eyes lit with stars. "Cool! Let's play, Rad! Come on! Let's play let's play let's play!"

"Okay, little dude. Ready?" Ran announced as he pulled the Frisbee back and spun around before releasing the plastic disc, sending it flying over the aisle.

KO reacted quickly, leaping on top of the wooden shelves. He sprinted, leaping across the spaces that appeared from the shelves ending and beginning. He noticed the Frisbee heading towards Enid and gasped before leaping into the air. Seconds before it hit his friend he grabbed the object, flipping over the girl and landing on the counter, applause from the costumers erupted at the display.

"Watch where you guys are throwing that thing." Enid warned, tilting up her sunglasses.

"Oops, sorry Enid." KO chuckled rubbing his hair.

"It's cool. You guys think Mr. Gar will be happy if he catches the two of you goofing off. Remember what happened last time?" Rad and KO thought back to when they were playing around on a particularly slow day and Mr. Gar caught them right as they broke his favorite display again.

The two boys shuddered with fear. Rad recovered and smugly replied. "It's cool, Enid. isn't going to be coming back anytime soon, he's holed up in his not secret 'secret' lair. Probably gawking over the picture of KO's mom again."

"If you say so." Enid shrugged before flipping her shades back over her eyes. "Just don't come crying to me if he catches you.

KO and Rad went back to playing their game for a bit before things escalated.

"Go long, KO!" Rad shouted out as he flung a yellow Frisbee with the use of his finger beam. The disk zoomed across the aisle whirling out of control at a dangerously high speed. KO raced to catch it but was pulled along by it. The two crashed into Mr. Gar's favorite display right in time for the men himself to exit from his office and witness the destruction.

KO sat up, rubbing his head. Rad and Enid stood in shock, fearful of their boss' wrath.

"KO, RAD, ENID!" He yelled out, shaking the floor beneath him. "WHAT IN THE WORLD IS GOING ON HERE?!"

Enid, keeping her cool demeanor, responded. "Don't look at me. I had nothing to do with this." She walked back to her post.

"Well?" Gar inquired, arms folded. KO and Rad gulped in fear.

"Well, you see, Mr. Gar, sir, we were playing Extreme Rads-bee and I kindda ran into your favorite display case..." KO answered, arms behind his back in shame..

"Oh boy..." Rad mumbled.

Gar inhaled, holding his breath before letting it out in a loud booming yell. "WILL THE TWO OF YOU NEVER LEARN?!"

KO and Rad shrank back. "This is the fifth time this month your antics has caused damage to my shop. I can see the two of you are going to need to be taught a lesson."

KO and Rad flew out of the back entrance, landing on their butts.

"And for this lesson you two can sort through all this junk. This alley has been crowding up with trash lately and frankly I don't trust you two to do anything inside for the time being. At least not until the plot has been concluded." Mr. Gar ordered before slamming the door closed, leaving the two in the middle of a giant heap of a mess.

Rad and KO looked over to the other before shrugging in confusion.

"Well, I guess we should get started!" KO grinned as he started grabbing armfuls of junk.

"Nah, you go ahead. I'm gonna just sit over there and do my...uh... hero meditation training...yeah that's it. Just think of this as your training." Rad fibbed as he walked over to the one spot that was free of junk.

KO gawked at his best buddy with amazement. "Wow! meditation training. Man, Rad, you really are on a whole other level. I hope one day I can be as cool as you! I can't let you and Mr. Gar down!" A fire burned in KO's eyes, fueled by the pure determination to prove himself worthy of being a hero.

"Go for it, little bro. I know you can do it." Rad cheered on before promptly falling asleep in a sitting position.

"Wow!" KO gasped. "Such a pro."

Without wasting anytime KO got to work cleaning.

"We should just go ahead and grab the brat!" An annoying high pitched voice whispered from behind a nearby bush from the alley.

"Not yet! We're here to watch and wait for the right time." A female voice answered. "Remember, Lord Daddy gave us specific instructions to grab the kid when there at no witnesses."

Two brightly colored robots could be easily seen from where KO was at, however, the child was so focused on completing his task that he never noticed Darrell and Shannon stalking him from their 'perfect' hiding spot.

KO walked up to the meditating alien, most of the junk had finally been cleared up. "Rad?" He called out.

"Rad." When the blue being still didn't answer KO began poking him. "Aww. He must be in a really deep meditation. So cool!"

Suddenly a snore escaped from the teen. KO grinned in hopelessness. "Or he could just be sleeping. I really shouldda seen that one coming."

"Whelp I'd better get back to work!" He decided before moving quicker to clean up the lot.

From behind the bush the two robot grinned with glee. "Did you hear that, sis?"

"Sure did, bro. Looks like that bozo isn't going to be waking up anytime soon. We should strike now!"

Darrell nodded in agreement and on the three count, they leapt out from behind the bush and stealthily made their way behind a predisposed KO.

They each grabbed KO by the shoulders.

"We're here for our special delivery, butt face!" Darrell taunted.

"Just keep quiet and your friend over there doesn't have to get hurt. Got it, shrimp?" Shannon ordered.

So how is that for a start? I'm not used to adding OCs into my fanfictions but I felt this one kindda needed it. Let me know what you guys think!