By Galaxy1001D
Drakken, Shego, Ron and Rufus are © Disney Co.
"Come on, Shego," protested Doctor Drakken to his lovely assistant. "I'm just saying that we need to level the playing field. All it would take is one tiny strand of DNA…a hair would do…"
Shego spluttered in rage. "Again with the cloning! You got some nerve doc! You know how I feel about being cloned!"
"Look, Shego," proposed the blue bad guy. "If you feel that uncomfortable with it we can genetically program the clones to self-destruct after a year or two…"
"Quit trying to mess around with my DNA!" snapped the emerald assistant. "Why don't you experiment with your own DNA for once?"
"I've all ready done my part, thanks," replied the mad scientist. "I donated my sperm to a fertility clinic years ago."
"Wha? Fertility clinic?" Shego was flabbergasted. "You? How long ago? Does this mean that somewhere in the world there is a little Drakken that you don't even know about?"
"What?" Drakken needed to change his train of thought. "Oh yes, I gave samples of my ingenious DNA to science over a decade and a half ago. If my calculations are correct little Drakken Junior should be in high school by now." Drakken paused to consider this. "It probably doesn't matter, but if we wanted to find him it shouldn't be too hard. All we have to do is find a student whose genius dwarfs that his teachers. Heh-heh. I'll bet his doomsday device is the talk of the science fair right now!"
Meantime, in the distant city of Middleton, Ron Stoppable and his naked mole-rat Rufus struggled over an equation of mind-shattering complexity. "I'll never pass Algebra," Ron moaned.
The End?