Frugal Lucre trudged his way up the high peaks of a mountain, a heavy sack over one shoulder, grunting with weariness as he shouldered his burden.

"Whew." He stopped, and wiped his brow. He felt a bit dizzy, but a bit giddy with excitement too.

He rapped his broad knuckles upon the metallic doors and they opened for him, and as he entered the evil lair he announced triumphantly and perhaps annoyingly "Guess who got a bargaaaain??"

Shego didn't look up from her magazine. Drakken didn't look up from his desk, where he appeared to be designing a blueprint.

"Helllooo?? What's a guy gotta do to get noticed around here?"

Shego looked up, looked at the bundle on the floor, and smirked. It was plainly filled with Valentines goodies.

"Lucre, do you know what day it is?"

"Of course I do" Lucre preened, delighted at getting someone's attention. "Only one of my favorite days of the year. February 15th!"

"And you do know Valentine's day is on the 14th don't you?"

"Of course I do, of course I do, we moved a lot of merchandise on Valentine's day at Smarty Mart, the best chocolate day of the year after Easter and Halloween." Lucre reminisced.

"But", continued the world's cheapest villain, "I never pay full price." And he stated this as if it were as grandiose an achievement as "I routinely perform brain surgery".

Shego rolled her eyes and let out a loud guffaw. Having Lucre as well as Dr. D around gave her two targets for her rage for the price of one, you might say.

"Anyway, romance lovers may have February 14th, but bargain lovers have February 15th!" Every piece of chocolate in this bag was marked down 90!"

Finally Lucre had caught Dr. Drakken's attention. The blue skinned doc looked up from his work.

"And chocolate lovers" he proclaimed in a singsong voice, reaching for a heart in red foil. He peeled back the foil and took a bite "delicious."

Shego upended the entire sack of goodies. It was even worse then she thought. Tacky cupids competed with kissy lips and plastic teddy bears filled with jelly beans for the some of the most sappiest and disgusting objects she had ever laid eyes on. And she'd been to DNAmy's house, so that was saying something.

"Lucre, we do not celebrate Valentines day in this lair. It goes against everything I stand for."

"But Shego…" protested Drakken, his mouth and hands gooey with chocolate "this isn't about love and romance, it's about cheap chocolate."

Lucre stood with his hands on his hips. "I'm glad somebody understands. Looks like you just don't get it Shego." He shook his head sadly.

Drakken didn't even glance up from his bag of goodies as Shego exited the control room, fuming.

Later on in the afternoon, Dr. Drakken was reading the paper. He had eaten his fill of chocolate and more, and was feeling a little bit queasy.

The lead story did little to calm his stomach.

"Up and Coming Supervillain 'Chocolate Sauce' Tries to Steal Valentine's Day"

"I don't even want to read the word chocolate" he complained to himself.

He read on that Kim Possible had defeated the new villain and felt even sicker. Drakken groaned and laid the paper aside.

As he undid his belt, he decided that the blame for his chocolate binge lay at the door of one person and one person alone – Frugal Lucre. "What was I thinking letting Lucre stay at the lair anyway? I'll threaten to raise his rent – that'll get rid of him." And this brought a small grin to the face of the Doctor.

As it happened the lair was littered with chocolate wrappers, empty heart shaped boxes, and the like, but Dr. Drakken didn't want to do any tidying up.

"Lucre, get in here and clean up this mess!"

Well Lucre came in all right – after a few minutes, anyway – but he wasn't alone.

"Drewbie! I was just talking to this nice young man, it's so nice to see you made a friend!"

"Mmmother?" Dr. Drakken stammered.

"Such a nice young man to give me a lift up this mountain… I'm not as young as I used to be, why don't you find a nice one story house at ground level Drewbie?"

"I … uh… to what do we owe this unexpected pleasure?"

"As if I need a reason to visit my only son!"

Mama Lipsky's small black eyes scanned the control room. Death rays and other sinister devices were literally all over the room.

Drakken gulped. Could he really keep convincing her that stuff was equipment for recording a radio show?

But Mrs. Lipsky's attentions, it seemed were not fixed on destructions and death…

"Is it love?"

"Pardon, mother?"

"Someone bought you all sorts of stuff for Valentines Day! Oh I knew I'd find out something about your love life if I came over on the day after Valentine's Day! Oh Drewbie, this is wonderful! What's her name?"

"Name… uh.." Drakken was struggling to speak at this point, and Lucre took it upon himself to take over the speaking duties, as it were.

"Your son has lots of admirers, Mrs. Lipsky. He's the greatest."

"Oh he is great isn't he" Mama Lipsky gushed, pleased. "So these admirers… are they girl admirers?"

"I bet at least half are!"

"Since when did my son know this many people?"

"Oh you know, his fans."

"Fans?"

Drakken found his voice at last "Of my radio show mother."

"Oh of course! I'm sure he's very popular."

"Now mother, my assistants and I have a lot of work to be getting on with…"

"Whatsa matter, think I can't take a hint? I'm leaving. Will you be so kind as to walk an old lady to the door?" She asked Lucre.

When he stepped beside her, she whispered something in his ear. Lucre nodded, very seriously.

Drakken might have taken some alarm at that, but his eyes were on the newspaper and the exploits of "Chocolate Sauce" once more.