Pictures.


Kim Possible is owned by Disney which will likely send Ninja's after me if they ever read this tale.

(And apologies if it's been done before).

Shego carefully moved through the darkened house. Drakken had asked her to retrieve his camera, which Kim had taken before the last lair collapsed. It had many important things on it, his plans for world domination, his evil rants…and of course him feeding the pigeons in Central Park. Why he had that, she didn't want to know. But here she was, trying to get the goods. At least the Princess's parents were off on some trip with her brothers.

She heard a voice in the room ahead—Kim's room.

"So, Kimberly Anne Possible, now you have fallen to me!"

What the hell? That sounds like someone pretending to be Drakken. She blinked.

"No…no I'll never talk!"

"Oh really? Prepare to face my mind probe!"

Shego blanched. Could it be…. Zorpox?

Oh Geez, if it's him, Kimmie could be in real trouble. Zorpox was the only one who scared her. She had to do something, but first some recon.

She carefully poked her head up into Kim's room, keeping the rest of her body below concealed in the stair well.

Now how is he torturing—whau? Kim was tied to the bed..wearing well nothing. Ron was in front of her, not dressed like Zorpox, but Drakken?

What sick-

"Never!" Kim said, defiantly.

"That is your final answer?"

"Yes!"

"Then…." Ron undid the clothes…. "Face your doom!" He said, as the clothes hit the ground.

Shego's eyes bugged. Then they bugged out some more. She slithered back down and left the house, eyes wide and blank. Meanwhile…

Kim started giggling.

"Ah, Kim, you're ruining the moment!"

"Shego?" Drakken asked as she sat in the saucer next to him, "Did you get the camera?"

"No." She said, faintly.

"Why not!"

"You know the picture you had practicing your rant?"

"Yes?"

"Where you had a grin like the Jokers?"

"Yes?"

"Kimmie and Ron are roleplaying."

"What does a game have to do-"

"Not that type of game."

"Oh?"

"Yah, but at least they're having safe sex… by the way, do you know you can get condoms with a picture printed on them?"

"Well no, I never, but say, what does have to do with a picture of m…me….me?"

….

….

….

The silence stretched. Then suddenly they heard, dimly, a sound from the house.

"I'll never, oh, submit to your evil!" It broke off into other sounds. Shego and Drakken calmly plugged their ears, as the saucer, on autopilot, took off. Later, with 10,000 feet of air separating them from the House of Horror, they turned to each other.

"You saw it." Drakken said.

"Yep."

"Oh. What now."

"Is that wholesale liquor store still open?"

"Yah."

"How about if we buy out their stock? By Monday we should be drunk enough that neither one of us remember this."

"Sounds good."

And thus, evil plan forgotten, the duo sailed off into the night. Kim and Ron, saving the world even when they were concerned with other things, continued completely oblivious.

Epilogue:

"No Vodka?" Shego asked.

The clerk shrugged, "Sorry hun, some freaky Mole Rat thing came in ten minutes ago and bought out the entire stock."

END.