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A Pregnant Pause: Chapter 1
The lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the city below as the storms ferocity increased, closely matching the moods of the seven eco-villains. The baddies all sat together griping at their monthly meeting of self-pity in Dr Blight's secret lab - a dreary building hidden from view in the city of St. Petersburg, Florida. The group, who often met to congratulate each other on their latest schemes or complain about the five youths who frequently foiled their best ideas, brooded bitterly over food and drink with the rigged card game, and they were in no mood to celebrate that March night.
"I'm so sick of this!" Dr. Babs Blight roared, as she smashed an empty beaker against the wall in anger. "Those Planet Punks are constantly getting in our way and foiling our evil plans to pollute the planet! If it weren't for those little brats, the world would be ours!"
"I hate to agree with you, Blight," Verminous Skumm sneered as he swept his hand along the makeshift card table, knocking all of Plunder's poker chips onto the floor, "but you're right. Those pesk-a-teers ruin every deliciously disgusting scheme we come up with, with their goody-goody preaching. With them on the loose, fear, ignorance and filth are becoming an endangered species too!"
"So, what are we going to do about it?" Duke Nukem demanded, slamming his fist down on the table and scattering cards and food everywhere.
"Good question," Sly sludge replied, leaning back against the wall and extending his feet; not caring if someone tripped over them as they passed. "Those meddling kids are all we don't need, with their little powers, their superzero, and their planet-prude ways."
"They keep beating us because they are an unbreakable team. They help each other and rescue each other from dangerous situations without a thought for their own personal safety." Mal, Blight's nasty super computer, joined the conversation. As he extended a robotic arm to clean up the shards of Blight's mess, "However a chain is only as strong as its weakest link." he sneered.
"And what does that mean!" Looten Plunder, in the process of retrieving his spilt chips, snarled as he stood and threw his ill-gotten gains back on the table before turning to the electronic face before him.
"If we were in some way to cripple the Planeteers, by slowing one of them down, they would be so much easier to beat."
"Do we make one of them sick?" Skumm wrung his hands in anticipation of sending one of the eco-activists to the hospital for a good long time.
"What about making one of them enormously fat?" Hoggish Greedly suggested before belching loudly and helping himself to another grease leaden lard sandwich. "I can just see one of those Planet-pukes trying to run from us with a big bouncing belly."
"Get a clue, Greedly!" Mame Slaughter hissed as she lanced condescending stares to the snorting pig-faced man. "Those bio-brats are so active we'd have to make them eat non-stop for a fortnight to get that kind of result, and they have metabolisms that we would kill for! How long do you think any weight gain would last? The only way you could slow them down like that is if one of the girls were to become pregnant. When I was carrying Stalker, I was the number one candidate for klutz of the year. It would be impossible for them to keep their speed and agility when packing forty extra pounds of water weight."
"Waddle, waddle, waddle like a drunken duck!" Greedily laughed and snorted at the same time. "I can just see that Barbie doll blow-hard Planeteer, puffing up like a balloon, and falling flat on her face all the time!"
"I say that gives me an idea" Mal interrupted the frivolity before disappearing, leaving the eco-villains to turn their attention towards the computer screen, from which a series of beeps now emulated. Returning to the presence of the other evil-doers, the evil computer chip grinned, "Ah-hah, I found it, Doctor . . . do you remember the formula you invented last year, to grow an artificial womb, and induce pregnancy? Well what if you were to use it on the planet brats? That would sure slow them down for a while"
"Its sheer genius, Mal, sweetums," Blight beamed wickedly as she slyly rubbed her dirty, gloved hands, hatching a plot that would prove to be the most twisted of any of her plans.
"However, there is a small problem," the computer quickly added.
"What is it, Mal!" Blight snapped, slapping the monitor hard enough for it to make at least five rapid rotations, before the sickly green face stopped and looked at her with a cowering expression.
"You . . . you need a sample of male DNA to complete the formula," Mal whimpered.
"What!" the mad scientist exploded at her computerized companion before suddenly stopping in her tracks and smiling and more rapidly rubbing her hands together thoughtfully. "Who says we have to make one of the girls pregnant?" the other eco-baddies quickly caught on to the doctor's idea, "wouldn't it be so much more fun to use the formula on earth boy, monkey lover, or the flaming fool?"
Everyone nodded excitedly and grinned devilishly at the thought of making one of the boys in the family way.
"But who?" sludge enquired, obviously intrigued by the idea of giving a male Planeteer a female condition.
"I would recommend you target Pyroboy," Mal interjected as he ran several calculations per second, "it appears you still have some of his DNA in cryogenic storage left over from your scheme to turn the Planet-punks into super-scabs last year.
"That would be a scream to see the combustible freak lumbering around carrying your baby!" Sludge nearly roared out in laughter. "Too bad we can't watch it."
"Who says we can't watch it?" Blight said smoothly as she turned to face her electronic compadre. "Mal Baby, can you make a microscopic monitoring implant that would attach itself to the artificial womb and let us track our little test subject's progress?" She smooched the monitor and sighed.
"Piece of cake, Doctor." Mal assured the evil scientist before blipping out to manufacture the ingredients for this latest plan to cripple the Planeteers.
Meanwhile, on Hope Island, the planeteers, who were completely oblivious to the evil group's mad plan, were throwing a beach party in celebration of the water Planeteers' twenty-first birthday.
"Happy Birthday, Gi!" Wheeler grinned as he shyly handed her the seashell comb he had made for her and offered as his modest gift.
"Oh, Wheeler, it's beautiful!" the young Thai girl exclaimed, showing the delicate item to her female friend, her cheeks round with the smile that spread across her face. "Where did you get it?" she looked up at the handsome redhead who stood across from her and blushed slightly with embarrassment because he feared his gift wasn't good enough for her.
"Um, I kinda made it from recycled bits I found," he sheepishly replied, hoping she wouldn't see it as a cheap gift. He had been on distraction duty all week and hadn't had time to buy something that he felt would be a more proper present.
The birthday girl happily bounced over and gave the fire Planeteer a great big hug. "I love it, Wheeler, thank you," she whispered before delicately planting a kiss on his cheek and returning to her seat to open her other gifts.
The remaining surprises brought Gi a smile so wide that she felt her cheeks go round and start to ache from the grin that refused to leave her face. Linka had bought her a dolphin pendant that hung on a silver chain; Ma-ti had gotten her a solitude cd called angels of the sea, knowing she liked the soft and relaxing music; and Kwame had given her a traditional African rug from his village, after having noticed her admiration of one during her last visit.
Bursting with joy, Gi beamed happily at all her dear friends, whom she had come to see as her brothers and sister. "This is the best birthday ever!" she announced, barely containing her excitement as she threw her arms around each eco-warrior in gratitude.
As Wheeler, ever the extravert, raised his glass of ice cold lemonade, he toasted, "To Gi!"
"To Gi!" Linka, Kwame, and Ma-ti joined in, raising their glasses of champagne in honor of the Asian, none of them realizing that the next year would be their hardest yet.
Two weeks later, the pregnancy scheme was falling neatly into place as Blights formula had accepted the American Planeteer's DNA sample, with Mal confirming that the egg was now fertilized and ready to be implanted into the body of the unsuspecting victim.
"All right," Blight began as she stood up to face the rest of the villains. "I am prepared to offer a generous reward to the one who delivers that red hot bio-brat to me."
Arousing cheers rang out from the group before her as each scoundrel imagined the fun they could have without the planeteers messing up their plans "Now that the team would be weakened.
"Remember, he must be unharmed if the formula is to work. You can tie him up, but you cannot inflict any physical injury on him; his natural defenses will
reject the pregnancy formula while fighting any damage." Mal reappeared at that moment, apparently finished with his calculations, and announced that he had located the planeteers. "Oh, you'll love this, Doctor," the artificial intelligence gloated, "the Prude-a-teers have just checked into the Howard Johnson, right here in town, following an environmental seminar at Eckerd College. What's even more delicious . . . the guys are in room 201, which is right off the stairwell; so it should be
very easy to abduct flame-head."