Home Invasion

XX

No sooner had Kim's mother opened the door to the Possible home than Ron burst through and made a beeline for the kitchen, gasping for breath as he ground to a halt. Jim and Tim were sitting at the table, along with his girlfriend, but he saw no food. It was either a good sign or a very bad sign.

"Am I late?"

"No Ron, you're early. James isn't home with the food yet."

"Booyah!"

Ron sat down at the table and wondered if he should have a snack before Mr. Dr. P. arrived with the pizza. Jim and Tim gave each other a mischievous look as they greeted Ron. He was fairly sure that meant they were about to test some new dangerous invention on him as soon as he wasn't looking, but he didn't mind. Getting invited over to the Possible's place for pizza on Friday was always a highlight of his week. Although he came over for pizza every week. And he didn't really need an invitation, either.

"So Ron," said Anne as she took some paper plates from a kitchen cupboard, "did you have fun at the new shopping complex in Lowerton? Kim didn't force you to go shopping at Club Banana for two hours, did she?"

"Like I would ever do that, mom."

Anne winked at her daughter.

"I didn't go with them," said Ron. "I was playing some Zombie Mayhem with my friend Felix. When Kim and Monique are both involved, it's like shopping to the next level!"

"Excuse me," said Kim, "but I'm pretty sure last time we went to Club Banana in the Middleton Mall, you spent about an hour picking out a new pair of pants, mister 'I won't shop anywhere except Smarty Mart'. And you know they're just going to fly off or get torn apart whenever you wear them on a mission."

"Some of the selection caught my eye," Ron said defensively.

Anne got a pizza cutter from a drawer. "I didn't know Monique was shopping with you, Kim," she said. "How's she doing?"

"Good. I think she has the hots for Josh Mankey."

Ron slapped his hand on the table. "I knew I was noticing something going on between them!"

"Kim's old boooyfriend!" said Jim, nudging his brother on the shoulder.

"Yeah," added Tim, "are you jealous, Kim?"

"Um, totally not, tweebs. I'm very happy with the boyfriend I have right now."

"What?" said Ron. "KP, you have a new boyfriend? Who?"

"I'm talking about you, dork."

Ron was pleased – and a little taken aback – when Kim leaned forward and gave him a kiss to drive her point home, ignoring the disgusted retching sounds her twin brothers made. Ron definitely got the point. Right before they broke apart, he heard the front door open and a familiar voice speak up.

"Pizza's here!"

Dinner had arrived. Although Ron was a little disappointed to end his kiss with Kim, dinner was not a bad consolation prize. He stared eagerly at the kitchen entrance along with Kim's brothers as James Possible appeared with two pizza boxes balanced in one hand and his keys in the other. He threw the keys on a counter and put the pizza boxes down. They barely hit the kitchen table before eager hands flung the lids open and picked the pies apart. Even Kim was fast on the draw, as she was kind of hungry after an afternoon of shopping.

"How wath work?" she asked her father through a mouthful of pepperoni and extra cheese.

"Very good, Kimmie-cub. Thanks for asking."

"Got that moon launch all ready to go?"

"You betcha. There's still work left to do, but as far as I can tell so far, rockets are go! We're even going to hire an intern or two to help out with the final stages of the project that are coming up. The Space Center's been a little understaffed ever since people started transferring to that new center in Go City with the fancy little indoor gym and swimming pool."

James narrowed his eyes for a moment, inadvertently crushing a paper cup filled with soda that he had just filled. Ron coughed awkwardly and ate his pizza in silence, knowing how Kim's father felt about the new Space Center in Go City. The subject had come up a few times already. He was about to change the subject when a strange sound, shrill but faint, traveled through the air.

"Did you hear that?" asked Jim and Tim in unison.

Kim nodded, but both her parents paused in mid-bite, looking confused. "Hear what?" asked Anne.

"I heard it too," said Ron. "It almost sounded like a scream."

XX

Drakken's scream trailed off as the remaining air trickled out of his lungs. Shego, Dementor, and his mother were holding their hands to their ears and wincing; once they noticed he was done, they carefully lowered them. Drakken considered screaming again, but decided he had already tired himself out with the first one.

"Dat is Professor Dementor, if you please."

"I do not please! Mother, this man is your new husband?"

Claudia Lipsky gave her son a nod and a smile as she pulled Dementor closer, wrapping her arms around him and shaking him back and forth in an enthusiastic bear hug. Although Claudia was not a tall woman, she had a few inches on her new husband. Almost everyone was taller than Dementor, when it came down to it.

"He's my handsome little Hansybear!" cooed Claudia.

"Hansybear?"

"Hans," said Dementor. "It is mine first name. Hans Demenz."

Although Dementor's voice was a little choked off from Claudia's hug, the two of them broke apart and gave each other a passionate kiss. Drakken watched in horror; he glanced over at Shego to confirm that he wasn't hallucinating and she was seeing it too, but his henchwoman was nowhere to be found. How she could disappear at a time like this was beyond his understanding. He considered calling her back and ordering her to attack his foe. But no, he thought. That wouldn't do. He needed to attack Dementor himself.

"You'll pay for this!" shouted Drakken as he leaped forward and grabbed Dementor by the neck. His tiny hands didn't even fit around it, but he put up a valiant effort anyway. "I don't know what it is you're paying for exactly, but you'll pay all right!"

"Drewbie, what are you doing? Quit that right now!"

Drakken clung to Dementor like a leech as his nemesis staggered around, trying to shake him off, having just switched from a crushing bear hug from his wife to another one from his enemy. Claudia followed the two of them around, hitting her son with a flower-patterned purse she had left on the kitchen counter earlier. As Drakken tried feebly to choke Dementor, he looked over the man's helmet and noticed Shego standing in the entryway to the kitchen, taking pictures with a camera. Now he knew why she had disappeared a moment ago.

"Shego! Help me!"

"Don't think so, Drakken. This is too good to stop."

Dementor finally shook Drakken off, massaging his neck a little. "Dose tiny hands," he said, "I am surprised at zeir power! Now perhaps you could sit down and take a deep breath?"

Although his rage still boiled, Drakken's futile attempt to choke his foe had tired him out a little. He felt himself calming down enough to sit, at least for a moment. That purse had been filled with something heavy, and he didn't want to make his mother hit him with it anymore. Not to mention she had a surprisingly powerful swinging arm.

"What a way to treat your new father, Drewbie!"

"He's not my father!"

"He is now, sweetie-pie. We just got back from our honeymoon in Hawaii!"

"I don't understand, mother. This is the man you said you met on the internet dating site?"

"That's right."

"I thought you only went out on a few dates! And you never told me you were going out with Dementor!"

"Why do you keep calling him that?"

Before Drakken could answer, Dementor cut him off with a loud cough and spoke up himself. "It is mine name on de radio show," he told Claudia.

Drakken sputtered in shock at what he had just heard. Even Shego looked a little surprised.

"You – you on the – radio show – you – what?"

"He's got a radio show, honey! Just like you!"

At a loss for words, Drakken stared wild-eyed as Dementor gave him an insistent nod. At first he felt a rising urge to throttle the man again. A radio show? Had Dementor heard his mother talking about his cover profession and decided to copy it? He had to stop himself from telling his mother what Dementor really did for a living – the accusation was about to fling itself from his lips when he held it back at the last moment. If he outed Dementor for who he really was, his foe could just as easily out him as a supervillain in retaliation. His nemesis in villainy definitely seemed to have some villainous tricks up his sleeve.

Drakken tried to make heads or tails of what was going on, but it was all too much to take in. Before he could sort out his thoughts, glassware throughout the kitchen began to vibrate as a loud rumbling sound poured in from outside. Drakken got up from his seat at the kitchen table and pulled aside some white window drapes to peer out into the yard beyond the cottage. Whatever this new development was, it was even more unwelcome than seeing Dementor taking far too many physical liberties with his mother. Although not quite as nauseating.

"And who exactly are those people?" demanded Drakken, pointing at the window, beyond which a number of bulky transport vehicles had just pulled up to the cottage near his mother's car. He looked back at his foe; Dementor gave him a silent smirk. He turned back to the window and found his question answered by the sight of numerous henchmen dressed in familiar uniforms piling out of their transport vehicles and approaching the house. Dementor wasn't the only one moving in to Drakken's lair, by the looks of things. It was a hostile takeover!

XX

The command center was Drakken's last refuge. Everything was being overrun by Dementor's goons. They had swarmed in like a plague of beefy locusts, forcing him to retreat to the lower levels as they brought in equipment and personal belongings. He could hear them over his head, in the upper levels of the lair and in the cottage above ground, tramping and smashing their way back and forth as they infiltrated his lair. Every once in a while one of them popped into the command center – maybe to ask a question, maybe just to see what was kind of a room it was – but Drakken shooed them out angrily. They seemed to be everywhere.

Since it was Friday, Drakken had given his own henchmen the weekend off before he really got down to business with his new plan, and they had all raced to freedom as fast as their lazy little legs could carry them. Even if his henchmen had been around for Dementor's invasion, he wasn't sure what they could do. Dementor's henchmen were always more well-trained, quicker on their feet. It was like the everything the stocky little man touched turned to evil gold. And now, once again, he had gained the upper hand as he took over Drakken's lair before he even knew what had hit him.

"Excuse me, sir," said another henchman who appeared out of nowhere on the far end of the command center, "we were just wondering if we could wheel a few-"

"Get OUT!" screeched Drakken. "I demand privacy!"

The henchman scurried away as Drakken paced back and forth on a slightly raised platform near the front of the command center. He looked at the overhead screens around him, and then out at the touch-terminals and servers and doo-dads that made up the beating heart of his operation. He wanted to try to keep Dementor's henchmen out of this room, at the least, but he knew it was a lost cause. They were already everywhere, probably breaking equipment and messing up his delicately arranged lair decorations if they weren't outright stealing all his precious technology.

If you can't beat them, thought Drakken, marry their mothers!

Even by his own standards, Dementor's latest gambit seemed particularly insidious. Drakken prided himself on being creative as far as evil geniuses went, but he doubted he would ever stoop that low. Not that he couldn't do it if he wanted to. He had never met Dementor's mother, but all he had to do was whip out a little of the old Drew Lipsky charm that had worked so well in college, and he could get any lady he wanted to do his bidding...

"Yo, Doctor D!"

Drakken turned at the sound of his right hand woman's voice. It was a welcome change from Dementor's intrusive henchmen, although he found himself inadvertently shielding his face for just a moment until noticing Shego no longer had her camera with her. She could be downright cruel sometimes.

"Shego, good to see you. We need to figure out how to handle this situation."

"Oh yeah? What situation is that?"

"Dementor taking over my lair, of course."

"Looks like he's already done that, Doctor D."

"Thank you for stating the obvious, Shego. How do we drive him out?"

Shego leaned against a railing on the side of the raised platform on which the two of them stood, looking out over the empty command center. "I dunno," she said. "You could call the henchmen back and start a battle with Dementor's henchmen, I guess. I don't think they'll be happy about coming back to work on a Friday night, though."

"Hmm, I suppose not. What else can we do?"

"We could just wait it out and see what Dementor's up to."

"You'd love that, wouldn't you? You seem to be having the time of your life."

"What can I say, it's pretty funny."

Drakken muttered indignantly. All he had left was Shego, and even she was against him. Sort of.

"You could just ask Dementor what he's up to."

"Isn't it obvious? My guess is the man must have had another lair destroyed by Kim Possible and her sidekick, and he's decided to save some money by commandeering my lair instead of building a new one himself. Let me assure you, Shego, Dementor has no professional pride whatsoever! The man was always a cheapskate, always willing to steal the hard work of others if it saved him a little time."

"Wow. If it isn't the pot calling the kettle cheap."

"Black, Shego. The pot and the kettle are both black."

"Yeah, I know, I switched it up for your situation."

"Ah yes. Wait, are you suggesting that I'm being hypocritical?"

Shego slapped a hand to her forehead. Before Drakken could defend himself, yet another one of Dementor's goons interrupted their conversation, this time having walked into the command center and crossed to the communications platform without either of them noticing they had a visitor. Drakken jumped at the sight of the man.

"Sorry," said the henchman. "We were just wondering which guest bedroom you wanted Dementor and your mom to move into?"

"What?"

Shego burst out into a raucous laugh, but stifled it when Drakken threw her an evil eye. He turned to the henchman, not sure whether to order the man to leave his sight or ask for clarification. But there was nothing to clarify. He had heard exactly what the man said. Images began to swirl through his head as he considered the implications of what was going on. Images of Dementor, upstairs in the cottage with his mother, moving in to one of the guest bedrooms. Maybe the one with the foldout bed. Horrible, terrifying images that he wouldn't wish on his worst enemy. Except maybe Dementor, which didn't really make much sense as Dementor was involved in the images which was the whole reason Drakken was fighting back the urge to vomit-

"Shego! Come with me!"

Drakken waved impatiently and pushed past Dementor's henchman as he made his way to an elevator that took them up out of the subterranean lair and into the cottage itself. Drakken stepped inside the elevator, joined by Shego and Dementor's henchman, and pressed the 'G' button as he tried to keep his hand from quivering with rage. Elevator music began to play, vexing Drakken even more. Shego whistled along with it. He would need to make a mental note to find something a little less obnoxious for elevator tunes than a smooth jazz version of the Oh Boyz.

The elevator came to a halt, and the doors slid open to a scene of chaos and confusion. Dementor's henchmen were milling about, laughing and joking, bringing in equipment from outside where their little convoy had parked all over his front yard. Drakken glanced into the kitchen; some of them even appeared to have raided his refrigerator. They were now sitting around the kitchen table, eating his food and reading some of his magazines. It was a travesty. An affront to his dignity on all possible levels!

"Dementor, where are you?"

Drakken stamped up the stairway to the second floor of the cottage. It was quite a big cottage. Down a short hallway were two guest rooms, although one was sort of an unused study. It did not take long for Drakken to find Dementor and his mother looking around in one of them. He cringed; it was the guest bedroom he was using as a storage closet, chock full of some of his excess inventions. His mother ran a hand over them, oohing and aahing along with her new husband, although – as usual – she was completely oblivious as to what they were.

"What are you two doing?"

"Ve are inspecting our new room," said Dementor. "Zere is no hurry, but as soon as de henchmen have finished with the moving in, we vill bring our personal belongings up here und set up the room."

"Absolutely not! This is where I keep my – uh, any radio equipment I'm not using downstairs."

"Yes, I haf seen this," said Dementor. "But your mother likes dis room!"

"It doesn't matter! I will not-"

"Ve shall move into zis room IMMEDIATELY!"

Dementor's voice rose to a crescendo in order to illustrate his point, but he realized he had just contradicted himself and held a finger to his lips as he reconsidered his proclamation. "I meant to say dat we will move in after mine henchmen haf settled. But zen, we move in IMMEDIATELY!"

"Come on, Drewbie," pleaded his mother. "This one's just perfect! Look at that view out the window!"

Claudia shuffled over to the window and drew the drapes aside to look out at the woodland scenery. The bedroom was on the far side of the cottage, away from the mass of vehicles and commotion that Dementor's henchmen had brought with them out front, and the view was indeed gorgeous. Shego joined Drakken's mother by the window and peered out at the scenery, nodding her head in agreement.

"Listen to your mom, Doctor D."

"Not helping, Shego!"

Claudia walked over to her son and gave him a pat on the back. "Honey, I know this is all a big change for you, but I think it's gonna work out just wonderfully for everybody! You just don't know Hans like I do!"

It took a few moments for Drakken to remember his mother was referring to Dementor's actual name. "I'm afraid I know him very well, mother," he said, giving his foe the evil eye. "We've been competing in the radio business for a long time."

"I know, Drewbie. He told me all about it!"

"Did he now?"

"Oh yes. It's so silly, all that drama. But you know what? Now that me and Hansy-poo are moving in, maybe the two of you can work together and make an even better radio show!"

"I'd rather be torn apart by wild dogs!" screamed Drakken, clenching his fists into tiny little balls of impotent rage. Claudia gave a good-natured chuckle and rolled her eyes at her husband, who smiled amiably back.

"Oh, my son, always a kidder! Tell you what, Drewbie, why don't you give Hans a little tour of your radio station downstairs? Don't you think that'd be nice?"

"Dat would be very satisfactory," agreed Dementor.

That smile. That impudent smirk. It was enough to make Drakken consider rooting around the guest bedroom for the phase blaster he was sure he had thrown away a while ago. His mother began to move scattered equipment and inventions aside, but Drakken stopped her abruptly and called in some henchmen to do the job instead. Although they were under Dementor's payroll, they promptly appeared and began clearing the room for Dementor and Claudia to move in. Drakken didn't know what else to do, and he didn't want his mother handling dangerous devices.

Giving Dementor a tour of his lair was the last thing he had been planning to do on a Friday night, but he was between a rock and a hard place. At this point his enemy could do what he wanted anyway, and as much as she was exasperating him beyond anything he thought humanly possible, Drakken still didn't want to displease his mother.

"Fine," he said with a sigh of resignation. "A tour it is. Dementor, follow me."

XX

Seconds, minutes, hours ticked away. Drakken began to feel like the tour would never end.

He watched as Dementor minutely inspected every detail of a small test room he had set up for cryogenic freezing. There wasn't even that much going on in the room; he began to think Dementor was just drawing things out as much as possible to exasperate him. Shego was upstairs, having declined to join them; the last thing Drakken had seen before they took the elevator down from the cottage was Shego betraying him by playing cards with some of Dementor's goons. Traitor. Now he had to suffer Dementor's presence all by himself.

Drakken watched as his enemy fiddled with his valuable equipment. At this point he had given up trying to get the man to keep his hands to himself. He had originally set up the small testing chamber to perform cryogenic experiments and work towards building a new freeze ray that would top the one he had used to seal Kim Possible in a lake with a shark and squid. Soon after beginning his experiments, however, Shego had told him of a failed scheme she had heard about a while ago where the Seniors had stolen Pop Pop Porter's freezing device. Hearing about the Seniors' failed freezing scheme had dampened his spirits a little - but more significantly, it had made him think about the benefits of cryogenics for food preservation. His test room, as a result, was mainly a high-tech walk-in freezer now.

"Fascinating," said Dementor, using a gloved hand to gingerly pull an object from a cryogenic tube.

"Be careful! Don't break it."

"Vat is this? Some kind of biological sample?"

"Correct. A roasted turkey leg."

Dementor looked like he was considering biting into the frozen piece of meat for a moment, but then thought better of it, returning it to its container and pushing the container back into its wall receptacle. He motioned for the two of them to leave the room. "Let us continue," he said as Drakken trudged wearily behind him. "By the way, how much living space do you haf down here for de henchmen? I assume zey do not all live in the cottage upstairs?"

"No," said Drakken. "They have barracks, although I usually let them go home on weekends."

"Home? Dat does not instill discipline."

"My lair, my rules!"

Dementor shook his head disapprovingly. "Either way, mine henchmen will need to move in tonight, so some people may have to do some of the double-bunking now that ve are staying in the lair."

"And how long do you plan on staying?" asked Drakken.

Dementor ignored his question and continued looking through the lair. Drakken pointed things out here and there as they passed through hallways and laboratories. His pride continually overpowered his sullen mood and forced him to brag a little, but he still hated the fact that his enemy was not only at the gates but completely past the gates, standing right next to him and gawking at things like a complete fool.

The tour had been excruciating, but Drakken was surprised at how little Dementor seemed to be criticizing things. He wondered if the man was really impressed by the lair. Maybe he wasn't used to seeing a place with a little style, as opposed to the formulaic out-of-the-box lairs that Drakken was sure his enemy must have been using most of the time. The more he thought about it, the more he became convinced that Dementor was jealous. Why else would the man take over his lair instead of just using one of his own, after all?

"Vat is past dese big doors here?" asked Dementor.

"The command center."

"Oooh! How exciting!"

Drakken cursed inwardly, wishing he had passed them off as unimportant. Dementor pushed through the doors before he could object, soiling the heart of his evil enterprise by his very presence. Maybe not, though – Drakken noticed several of Dementor's henchmen were already in the room when the two of them entered, apparently having come in while he was upstairs dealing with the guest room fiasco.

The two henchmen nodded to their boss when he entered before returning their attention to something they were watching on a small monitor on a desk in the command center's henchman work area. Drakken looked closer and realized it was a scene of the forest clearing in front of the cottage, where Dementor's trucks and utility vehicles were parked, being transmitted by one of the security cameras tucked beneath the eaves of the cottage's roof.

They were already commandeering his security system now. Wonderful.

Dementor stepped onto the raised platform at the head of the command center, surrounded by large electronic viewing screens hung from the ceiling which were currently shut off. Their blank, black visages reflected Dementor's stocky frame as he looked up at them. In the center of the command center's main platform was a large glass table, polished and translucent, on top of which a number of documents were scattered. Drakken cringed as his foe looked down at them; he realized that in all the chaos and confusion of the last few hours, he had forgotten to clean up the blueprints and paperwork for his latest scheme.

"Interesting," said Dementor. "Quite interesting. Dis is what you plan to do next in your quest for ze world domination, no?"

Drakken nodded as he approached the table and looked down at his plans. He knew telling them to Dementor was a bad idea, but it was too late to hide them, and he could feel an urge to gloat coming over him. If Dementor was impressed by his lair, maybe he would be impressed by his new scheme as well. He always like talking about his plans for world domination to whoever was conveniently nearby, which was usually Shego, or sometimes Kim Possible and her buffoon of a sidekick tied to some doomsday device.

"As you can see," said Drakken, "I am planning to create a computer program consisting of a series of subliminal messages and hypnotic imagery and sounds. The program will trigger a state of hypnosis in whoever sees it, and they will go catatonic until I release them from their state. I haven't nailed down the details yet, but I plan to release it over the internet, thereby casting my spell over the world and removing any defense against my power. I don't know how I will release the program as a virus yet. Perhaps through mass emailing. I shall title it something tempting, like 'Britina Bikini Pics Unauthorized!' perhaps. The teens love her, don't they? Don't get me wrong, it's not as if I would personally know, I am barely aware of who Britina even is, let me assure you. Anyway, as soon as-"

"NO!" shouted Dementor.

Drakken gasped in shock as his enemy leaned over the top of the table and cast out an arm, brushing the papers and blueprints contemptuously onto the floor. The table now cleared, Dementor turned back to the two henchmen who were monitoring Drakken's security systems. "Bring me my PLAAANS!" he screeched.

Drakken winced and shook his head to get rid of the ringing as the two henchmen ran over to some kind of box they had left near their station, opening it and standing up with an armful of rolled up documents and papers. They stepped onto the platform and dumped Dementor's plans out over the table, sorting them out carefully.

"Here you go, boss," said one of the henchmen.

"Thank you, Myron."

"Would you like a coffee or anything?"

"No, I would not."

"Getting ready for Operation Moonshaker already, huh?"

"Dat is correct," said Dementor. "I must show mine foolish son-in-law how to PROPERLY dominate ze world!"

"You don't know the first thing about world domination!" cried Drakken as he stooped over to pick up his fallen plans, which had scattered all across the floor. One of Dementor's henchmen leaned over to help him out, which Drakken grudgingly appreciated.

"Dat is vere you are mistaken, my son!"

"I am not your son, Dementor."

"Claudia and I are indeed married, Drakken. I haf the documents to prove it, if you wish to see them!"

"I will admit that your little ploy is impressive, Dementor. Marrying my mother to take over my lair? Even Shego would never do such a thing, and she tested as more evil than I am!"

"Vat? Are you saying Shego is attracted to Claudia?"

"Of course not!"

Drakken found himself getting increasingly confused, especially at the thought of Shego marrying his mother. He had thought nothing could be worse than the way things were now, but that situation would definitely be worse. And more bizarre. "Look," he said, trying to get back on track, "you may have fooled my mother, but you haven't fooled me, Dementor. You've won the battle but you won't be winning the war. You think you can just waltz in here and take everything from me without any consequences? Think again!"

"I happen to be very much in love with your mother," said Dementor. "I vas not even AWARE dat she was your mother until after we began with the dating. Moving into your lair iz just an unexpected bonus!"

"You'd like to me to believe that, wouldn't you? Why in the world would you be in love with my mother? And it's ludicrous – you're younger than I am! Are you even in your 40's yet?"

"Vat?" asked Dementor. "You are in de 40's already? Hah!"

Drakken narrowed his eyes until they could narrow no more. Insulting him under his own roof, marrying his mother, and manhandling his cryogenically frozen meats and vegetables. The man had no boundaries at all.

"So what exactly is your plan?" snapped Drakken. "Let me guess, steal the Pan-dimensional Vortex Inducer?"

Dementor was about to pull a schematic closer on the table and point to it in triumph when he frowned. His two henchmen, who were standing nearby, looked at each other nervously as Dementor stared at his schematic for a moment before looking up at Drakken, his eyes staring balefully from under the top of his helmet.

"Vy do you say it like dat?" said Dementor. "Like it is a bad plan?"

"You really are stealing the Pan-dimensional Vortex Inducer?"

The awkward silence emanating from Dementor and his two henchmen was enough of an answer for Drakken. He held his hands to his stomach and laughed uproariously. Why he had been feeling insecure about his own plan was beyond him. Not that he had ever been feeling insecure, he corrected himself. But it was obvious now which one of the two of them had the creativity that world domination demanded. His own plan was original – completely original! Other than a tiny, negligible influence coming from Frugal Lucre while they were in prison, but that wasn't even worth mentioning.

"What is it with you and that stupid device?" laughed Drakken.

"Must I remind you dat YOU vere attempting to steal it in the past as well?" snapped Dementor. "More than once, if I remember correctly. Did I not hear a story about you stealing it for a ridiculous invention of yours that ended up getting you und your green-skinned sidekick stuck in de television?"

Drakken's laughter died away his foe reminded him of the unfortunate incident with Mr. Sit Down. Maybe Dementor was right - but only by chance. How Dementor had heard about the television channel debacle was beyond Drakken. But then, any time Kim and Ron defeated a supervillain, the embarrassing details of the villain's failed plot always seemed to make the rounds in the evil community somehow. Maybe those two teens were real blabbermouths. Teens were always gossiping and back talking, after all.

"Besides," said Dementor, "it is not as if stealing the Pan-Dimensional Vortex Inducer is the only step of mine plan, you craven FOOL!"

"What else are you going to do, then?"

"Nothing! It is not for you to know!"

"No fair!" whined Drakken. "You already heard most of my plan!"

"You should haf thought of dat before you told it to me! Besides, ve are not doing your plan - it is stupid. Ve are doing DIS plan," said Dementor as he stabbed emphatically at a schematic with his finger. "MINE!"

The two henchmen leaned over and joined their leader as the three of them pored over the plans, muttering excitedly to one another while Drakken stood awkwardly by. Their callous disregard for his clearly superior scheme was enough to make his blood boil. Shego had said something earlier about waiting a while and seeing how things turned out – Drakken supposed he had no choice, but maybe it was a good policy anyway. Let Dementor think he's won, for now. Dementor could follow his plan all he wanted, but Drakken would have no part of it.

And just as soon as his enemy let his guard down, Drakken would make his move. Dementor would rue the day he ever married into the Lipsky family.

XX


It took a little longer than usual for me to post this chapter. I've been going through a serious lack of motivation lately in terms of writing, I don't know why. But I hope you guys liked this one!

Also, I realize Myron might be in this story a little early considering he showed up in the second to last KP episode, but I thought it was unclear in that episode how long he had already been working under Dementor, and frankly I find him funny, so he's going to be in this story, albeit infrequently. It might be stretching canon, but I thought it was worth having him around. :-p