As Kim and Ron and their new allies settled in for the night, the group of devious super villains were only just starting their plans up at Drakken's secret lair.

Drakken grinned excitedly as he led Loki through his hallway of sinister inventions. "And this one I'm especially proud of, since it came the closest out of all of my devices to ruining Kim Possible once and for all!" he exclaimed, gesturing to a giant octopus behind a thick plexi-glass.

Loki sighed in boredom, intertwining his fingers behind his back. "Excuse me, but may we begin our plans? I mean, it's not as though your stories of how Kim Possible escaping your brilliant inventions time and time again are not implicitly entertaining, but I could think of 997 things I would rather be doing with my life right now."

Drakken stopped smiling, and turned his head over his shoulder. "Shego? What does 'implicitly' mean?" Shego sighed from her cross legged seated position. "Use it in context." "What is context?" "We've been over this, context is when you use it in a sentence." "Oh, well he said 'implicitly entertaining.'"

Loki raised his eyebrows at the evil genius's lack of literacy. It seems he would have to hold up more than just his end of the scheme…

Shego thought for a second. "That probably means he doesn't give two hoots about your stupid collection of failed schemes." Drakken squeezed his eyes shut, and stomped his foot. "Ooh! Shego!" He took a deep breath, and turned to Loki.

"I suppose we should get on to the plot hatching… Follow me! You come too Shego." Shego ignored him from her seat. "Do I have to spell it out for you? Y-o-u c-o-m-e t-o!" "Too has two Os." "GAH! I'm an evil scientist not a languist!" "Linguist."

Loki had to back up to steer clear of the tantrum Drakken took from that. "Why'd she have to be so smart…" he mumbled as the three walked up to the main floor.

"So," said Drakken as they made it into his large study, "First, we'll need to identify the weaknesses of all your Avengers, since I already know Kim Possible's."

"Well," Loki began, browsing Drakken's many bookcases, "They don't have many individual weaknesses, except for the obvious stupidity of my oaf for a brother… but the main way I believe to be most effective to get rid of them is physical combat." Drakken nodded. "Well, we certainly have back up for that."

Shego laughed. "You seriously think that a group of zany villains can defeat the Avengers?!" Drakken narrowed his eyes at her. "How do you know so much about them?" Shego's eyes immediately widened, and her cheeks turned bright pink. "I…uh, well…" she scratched the back of her neck, "I just… know, okay?"

Drakken shrugged, and Loki pressed a tiny black button he found on the side of one of the bookcases.

"Don't!" started Shego, but a tiny compartment was already opening in the wall. Loki cocked his head to the side, and reached in… to pull out a pile of Marvel comic books.

Loki and Drakken both turned to Shego in surprise, and her hand began to glow green. "You tell anyone, I sware-" Loki smiled to the side, and placed the books gently back into the wall. "It's alright. I'm extremely experienced at keeping secrets."

Her face softened, and she turned away in embarrassment, crossing her arms.

"Might I suggest," Loki said, changing the subject, "That we might get a better idea of Kim Possible's weaknesses if we 'spied' on her?" Drakken thought for a second. "I… I never thought of that!" "Then that is possibly why you have never defeated her. She is but a teenager. You have the advantage, if you're smart enough to recognize it. But after we have foiled your enemy, we must fight against mine with our forces in arms."

Drakken smiled in agreement, and stroked his chin. "Tomorrow night, we follow Kim Possible and stake out wherever she goes!" Shego rubbed her temples with her black gloves. "This should be interesting."

Kim woke up, a nervous feeling in her stomach. Why? Did she have a test… a paper due… no… Then she remembered! Tonight was her date with Josh!

She jumped out of bed, and chose the coolest outfit she owned to wear today. Of course, she would change before the date, but she wanted to start off well.

Suddenly, Steve poked his head in the doorway. "Oh, did you see what I did? I separated the 'respectable for school' clothes from the 'risky to wear out for extracurricular engagements' ones." Kim smirked, noting this as she sifted through her clothes. "Thanks, Steve. Big help."

She yawned as she descended down the steps, and heard the sound of whistling in the kitchen.

"Uh, Thor? What are you doing?" "Making PopTarts! Magnificent invention," he said, dumping out a whole box onto the counter and taking turns putting them in the toaster.

She shrugged, and went to sit down next to her dad at the table. "He's actually quite a good cook!" Dr. Possible added, eating some scrambled eggs Thor obviously made. "They have eggs on Asgard?" Kim inquired, and the god laughed. "No, but I have learned customs such as these disorderly formed offspring of the Midgardian chicken."

Her dad swallowed, and looked down at his plate. "That description just suddenly ruined my appetite…"

Tony came downstairs, followed closely by the two twins. "Did you see that?" "He gave us the formula!" The tweebs high fived before leaving for school, and Tony grinned as he sat down, throwing his feet up. "Yup. I'm a superstar, I know." He turned to Kim's dad. "Got any booze around here? Geez."

Bruce came downstairs, curly hair a little messed up from sleep. "How'd you sleep, Bruce?" Dr. Possible asked, and Bruce smiled, going over to the coffee machine. "Nicely, thanks. May I?" he gestured to the liquid dispenser, and Kim's dad nodded.

As Bruce tried to pour, all that came out were two drops. They all immediately looked to Thor, who was sipping from a coffee mug. "This drink, I like it-" Before he could get any further, Kim, Bruce and Tony jumped up, taking the mug from Thor's hand. Thor looked up from his icing covered hands and determined PopTart toasting stance. "I apologize. I must have consumed the majority of that delicious liquid of the roasted bean."

Bruce laughed at the two drops in his cup. "Consumed is an understatement…" Dr. Possible looked up. "But I made enough for six cups!" Tony snorted. "That's Thor for ya."

"I shall get some more today at this sustenance supplies store you call, 'Smarty Mart,'" Thor decided. Dr. Possible waved his hand. "No need. Got plenty of the stuff!"

Thor shook his head. "I have not been a gracious guest. I must fulfill your hospitality." "Well, if you insist…"

Just then, Ron walked in the door. "Morning, Dr. P, KP, Tony, Bruce, Thor. Is that… PopTart I smell?" His nose directed him to the counter, where Thor was mixing PopTart with Cinnamon Toast Crunch cereal, maple syrup, and chocolate milk.

"Dude, that is the best invention I have ever laid eyes on!" Ron exclaimed, "I'm starting to like you more and more each day," he said, shaking Thor's hand. "As am I, Able to Be Stopped."

Suddenly, a cry came from outside in the garden, and after a few moments, Kim's mom and Clint came in through the front door. "I forgot you were in the tree!" she gasped, and once again, Clint looked sheepish.

Natasha, who had just woken up, smiled from the stairs. "He has a habit of scaring the crap out of people, ma'am." Clint shot her a look, and she shot one back. Kim laughed.

"Oh, this is good," Ron said through a mouth full of the most sugar filled breakfast in history that Thor let him try. Rufus popped out of his pocket, munching on the corner of a syrup covered PopTart crumb. He gave a thumbs up. "Mmmm Hmmm!"

Steve walked in, and looked at Thor's heap of breakfast in disgust. "You're going to get diabetes." "How do you know what diabetes is?" asked Tony from the table. Steve scowled at him. "I'm not that old, I still know what diabetes is. Plus, I did some reading." "Yeah, if you actually did some reading old man, you would know that a norse god can't get diabetes," replied Tony snarkily, and Steve got out an apple in attempt to ignore the billionaire's remark.

"I should probably get going," Kim said, and got up. Bruce handed Kim her backpack, and Kim's dad waved. "Have a good day, Kimmie Cub!" "You too dad," she called back, and her, Ron and Rufus left.

"So," said Thor, gulping down some chocolate milk, "Which of my comrades would like to accompany me to Smarty Mart?" Natasha slowly backed up the stairs, Tony sunk lower in his seat, and Clint made a mad dash back outside.