Señor Senior Junior cautiously entered his wife's office. He had learned a few lessons about stealth from the deadly and beautiful villainess Shego years ago. Unfortunately, those skills were a moot point considering the loud whooshing sound that every door created since he and his father purchased their secretive island.
The room smelled musty and humid with a large hot tub situated in the corner of the room that was steaming despite the warm air. Unkempt plants adorned every wall with creeping vines strangling the natural light lamps that Bonnie had specially ordered. Several material objects lied scattered about the room, some broken, and some collected on her personal bed in a circle; almost like a nest.
Junior focused his eyes on his deteriorating wife. Her good looks and shallow attitude had changed since she had been invited into the family villain business and she had become even more obsessed with it than Señor Senior Senior. Bonnie was sitting behind a large desk that had become covered in vines and chip wrappers of Professor Icari's Hopper Snacks. She was reading a rather large hard cover book that Junior had to squint to identify.
"Zorpox the Conquerer's Guide to Super Villainy." Junior read slowly and aloud, hoping that it would get her attention.
"Junior, I'd like to rebuild the mansion." Bonnie commented as she turned a page in her book. "It says here that 'My ventilation ducts should be too small to crawl through.'"
"But my love! Our mansion is so homey and comfortable! Why would we rebuild it when it hasn't been destroyed this time?"
Bonnie lowered her book and Junior's eyes widened. Her normally robust tan had faded somewhat, replaced by a faint layer of shimmering grayish scales. Her hair had darkened and was now down to her waist in thick, wet strands. She smiled evilly, flashing hundreds of needle-like teeth that filled her mouth.
"M-my... my wife, you're getting worse!" Junior exclaimed. His wife was becoming a monster and he was feeling helpless. He had thought at one time that he would never keep a woman in Bonnie's condition around as his spouse, but he couldn't walk away now. He had billions upon billions of funds. There had to be a cure.
"Junior! That's hardly comforting!" she shouted in apparent rage, then instantly calmed. "Besides, I'm coming very close to a cure. Anthony will be taking me to see his Dad tomorrow, and I'll need you to meet me at his lab. Can you handle that, Squeeb?"
Junior touched the cleft in his chin, thinking. "This new term of endearment you have for me. It does not sound very endearing."
"Look, Sport." Bonnie replied, rubbing the bridge of her nose in frustration. "Just go get ready so I can get out of here, okay?"
With a hesitant frown, Junior turned and left through the automatic door, his broad shoulders slumped in rejection and confusion. Bonnie leaned back in her chair again and spun to face away from the door. "I am not getting worse." she whispered to herself, raising a clawed hand and watching as it was harmlessly engulfed in green flame. "We are getting better." she grinned.