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Phantasma

Chapter 1: One Key to Villainy

The many waters of Europe hold their fair share of secrets. For the Bay of Biscay, that was an unmarked island that housed the secret lair and home to the world's richest villain, Señor Senior, Sr. Along with his son, Señor Senior, Jr, the two have commited and attempted such villainous acts such as draining all the power in Europe, freezing the exclusive Billionaire's Club, and holding Europe's head figures ransom in a disco. While capable, the Seniors aren't exactly competent. Senior see villainy as more of a hobby from retirement and tends to play by the book with predictable villainous clichés, while Junior cares more about partying and looking fabulous. Because of these flaws, they are often foiled by teenage freelance secret agent, Kim Possible, and her sidekick-slash-boyfriend, Ron Stoppable.

It is the middle of summer, and along one of the island's many pools, a young lady by the name Bonnie Rockwaller was relaxing in a beach chair, reading the latest glamor magazine and tanning her body. After an extremely stressful month and-a-half of summer school, she felt she needed it. While Bonnie was still in a bit of a grouchy mood from summer school, she couldn't think of a better stress-reliever than spending some luxurious time at her boyfriend Junior's island. The two had met when Kim and Ron, who she tagged along with, was tracking the kidnapper of computer expert Ricky Rotiffle, who happened to be Junior hiring him to play matchmaker. It was love at first sight for the two and they couldn't be happier. Bonnie wishes she could be happy right now, still feeling the effects of cramming from her final exams to become an official high school graduate.

As she was reading her magazine, she noticed a hulking shadow blocking her sun. She didn't need to look up from her magazine to recognize her boyfriend was standing in front of her. "Trying to tan, Junior," Bonnie said, clearly annoyed, "I'd like my UVs back."

"In a moment, my dearest," Señor Senior, Jr. said, garbed only in swim briefs and holding a pose suitable for his muscular build. "Take your eyes away from that wannabe good-looking magazine and look at true perfection of fabulousness!" Bonnie frustratingly complied, putting down her magazine to see what Junior was fussing about. "Ahh! Put it back up!" Junior shrieked, unable to stand the sight of the heavy bags under Bonnie's usually alluring blue eyes. Bonnie put the magazine back in front of her face and continued skimming through the latest beauty tips while Junior occupied the beach chair next to her.

"You know, you should probably use a different moisturizer," Junior suggested. "Like mine, for example. It smoothens the skin and hides eye baggage. I use it to party all night and look good all day!"

"That's nice, Junior," Bonnie said, "but I'd rather just lie down and sunbathe right now than worry about how I look while doing."

"Then why are you reading a glamor magazine?" Junior asked. He then noticed, "It even says 'Look good while sunbathing' on the cover."

"I was going to get to it!" Bonnie said, not in a talking mood.

Just as Junior was getting cozy, his father, Señor Senior, Sr. showed up at poolside. He was handsome older man, his still dark hair only just graying, and he can always be seen wearing a red velvet robe, much like the playboy he was. "Hello, my two favorite lovebird!" Senior greeted.

"Hello, Father," Junior boredly said, followed by Bonnie's equally bored, "Hello, Mr. Senior."

"So, how are the two of you enjoying your tannings?" Senior asked, as if trying to be fresh with his son and, primarily, his son's girlfriend.

"I was just starting," Junior said, alongside Bonnie's, "Whatever."

"Well, if that is the case for you both," Senior said, "I need you two to go back inside for a moment."

"Back inside?!" Junior whined, leaping out of this chair. "But Father, I have only just started to take in the sun! Look at this uneven complexion!" Junior began showing showing the front and back of his forearm, showing the complexion someone only as vain as he could notice. "I can't commit villainous acts looking like this!"

"It's fine, Junior," Bonnie said, her nose still buried in the magazine as she went back into the lair.

"You aren't even looking!" Junior called out.

"Junior, you must understand," Senior said, trying to reason with his often difficult son. He pulled a remote from out of his pocket and continued, "The reason I want you inside is because of this."

Senior pressed the button, the remote pointed at the pool. Junior could hear the massive revving of machinery behind him, turning around to see what was going on. What he saw was a pair of missiles, one with a drill attached to it instead of a warhead, rising from the deep end. He then looked at his father and complained, "You turned our pool into a missile launchpad?"

"Why do you sound unhappy, Junior?" Senior said in a comforting tone only a loving father could give. "We have six more."

"But this one is my favorite!" Junior said, on the verge of crying.

Senior dropped his loving tone and said to his son, "Sometimes, I think I spoil you." He continued, "Now get back inside, the missiles could launch at any moment."

Junior slumped and went into the lair, his father close behind. After the two were back in the lair, Junior joined Bonnie on the appropriately named love seat, while Senior sat in the adjacent recliner. Junior had to ask, "So Father, why did you turn our pool into a missile launchpad."

"It is quite simple, Junior," Senior began to explain. "One of the main keys to villainy is-" Senior was interrupted by the incredibly loud sound of the missiles launching from the pool. All three covered their ears to protect their hearing as Senior continued, "One main key to villainy is random acts of vengeance!"

"The sand of Casa Benches?!" Junior asked, repeating what he thought he heard to make sense of it. "Father, I don't think that place exists! And I know sand is annoying, but-"

"No, no, no," Senior interrupted, and said a little louder over the missiles, "random acts of vengeance!"

"I think he said the dandy mask of trenches!" Bonnie attempted to make out.

"Okay, Father, that's just silly!" Junior said.

"That's not what I said!" Senior shouted, a little bit irritated now. Just as the noise of the missiles began to die down, Senior shouted at the top of his lungs, "RANDOM ACTS OF VENGEANCE!!!"

"Okay, we get it," Bonnie reacted, "you don't have to yell, old man."

Senior grunted in displeasure, saying to himself, "Young people, these days." Senior got up from his recliner to enter a different room. "Now if you two will excuse me," he said, "I have a phone call to make."

"Who are you going to be calling?" Junior asked, curious to know.

"Why, an old acquaintance of mine, of course," Senior answered. "The very man who cost me my membership to the Billionaire's Club. It's such a shame, really. We used to play so much fun at poker night."

"Father, you don't mean-" Junior gasped.

"Yes, I do," Senior said. "It is time for the world to say good-bye to Vlad Masters."

That's the end of chapter one. Hope you stick around for the rest.