Too Many Shegos
By Galaxy1001D
Kim Possible and other Disney characters are © Disney Co. Additional dialog by Jim Meddick.
Chapter Nine: Cheer Up
As the seagulls circled Doctor Drakken's sinister lair, Drakken waited patiently in his office for his beautiful henchwomen. Hergo and Shecome carried a tied up Goshe into the room and laid her on a couch that had been placed in his office earlier.
"Here she is, Dad," said the gray Hergo, sounding eerily like the original.
"What's the matter with her?" Asked the pinkish Shecome, as she gazed down at the crimson Goshe. "She looks really out of it."
"She has been heavily medicated in order to facilitate her reconditioning," Drakken responded. "In order to make her a more complete being I'll see if I can get her to access some more of Shego's memories and personality. When you leave, I shall begin the treatment."
"Okay, Drakky," Shecome gave him a little peck on the cheek.
"Whatever you say," muttered Hergo, sounding much more like her lifeless self.
"Oh—kay," Drakken rubbed his cheek self-consciously. He pulled an old-fashioned pocket watch with a chain out his desk and dangled it before the comatose Goshe's eyes. "Goshe? Can you hear me? It's Doctor Drakken, can you hear me?"
Her speech was slightly slurred. "Drop dead…"
"I'll take that as a yes," the blue scientist muttered. "Goshe, you are feeling very relaxed. I want you to think back…back…"
"Back…" muttered the scarlet siren as her empty eyes gazed at the watch dangling before her.
"You are a child again," said Drakken, his voice gaining confidence. "You are a happy, carefree child, whose life is sunshine and play."
Goshe began giggling softly.
"You are having fun, Goshe," smiled Drakken nervously. "What are you doing right now?"
"I'm putting my brother's teddy bear into the blender," came the weakly cheerful response.
"Erm, yes," Drakken was not expecting that answer, but on reflection he supposed that he should have. He tried a different tack. "Goshe," his voice called with authority. "I want to talk about your mother. Do you remember your mother?"
"My mother..." Goshe seemed to stir in her sleep as she fought to access Shego's memories.
"That's right, your mother," Drakken kept his voice level "Your mother. I want you to talk about your mother."
Goshe's hands erupted with angry red energy as she broke her bonds. She was staring into empty space as she shouted. "My mother?" She shrieked "My MOTHER?! MOTHER?! MOTHER?! MOTHER?!" Her face contorted with anger and hatred.
"Er uh, I've changed my mind," Drakken stammered lamely. "Let's talk about your second cousin."
The mad scientist breathed a sigh of relief as Goshe collapsed onto the couch with and resumed staring vacantly at the ceiling.
"Ready? Okay!" Kim was in the Middleton High School gymnasium, dressed in her blue and yellow cheer uniform and leading the cheerleaders in another cheer.
"Okay," Bonnie smirked to her sidekick Tara. "Let's see how he handles it."
Sure enough Ron was in the gym, sitting on the bleachers watching the cheerleaders. To his credit, he had actually pulled his math book out of his backpack in a vain attempt to get some homework done.
Bonnie turned off the peppy beat that was issuing from the boom box and made an announcement. "Actually, Kim, Tara and I have been working on a new cheer. Would you like to see it?"
"Really?" Kim cocked her head to one side. "Sure."
Bonnie and Tara nodded to each other. Tara switched compact disks and put in a song by Britina that sounded a lot like Brittany Spears' 'Boys'.
The dance they performed would have been more appropriate for a Las Vegas nightclub act or a sleazy music video than a high school cheer. Bonnie and Tara pranced ridiculously close to Ron Stoppable. Their legs kicked high into the air. They swiveled their hips. The shimmied like belly dancers. They twisted their bodies and crawled on the ground like animals. They did the splits and made seductive faces at Ronald. When the song climaxed, they were out of breath yet smiling lustily.
"Sooo," Bonnie cooed. "What do you think?"
Kim broke out in a laugh. "I think you'll never get that dance past Mr. Barkin." She turned her head in her sidekick's direction. "So what do you think, Ron?"
"What?" Ron looked up from his homework. "I'm still working on number seven…"
Tara fainted as Bonnie clenched her fists and growled.
In a stone and metal control room deep inside Doctor Drakken's Island Lair, the mad doctor walked in to check his partner's progress. Shego was at a keyboard in front of a huge computer with a monitor screen that was nearly as wide as she was tall.
"Hello Shego," the doctor said in a curt, business-like tone. "Any luck finding some phase transition coils?"
"Yep, a government thinktank five miles south of Paris, France," she replied. She leaned back in her chair and turned her head in his direction. "Any luck socially conditioning Goshe?"
"Yes and no…" Drakken muttered as he went to the coffee machine and poured himself a cup.
"I take it that means no," Shego pivoted her chair and crossed her arms.
"It means that you can't expect too much in the first session!" he growled as he held a small coffee mug that had 'I love world domination' printed on the side. "At least the medication is working. I managed to get through the session with no new bruises."
"Have you found a use for Pinkie and Grey yet?" Shego asked him.
"They're both less than a week old," Drakken insisted. "Get off my back!"
"Whoa, better switch to decaf, chief." Shego raised her hands in a 'cease fire' gesture.
"I'm sorry, Shego," Drakken's voice was quiet and he stared into his coffee cup. "Even I have to admit, those clones are a handful."
"A handful?" Shego asked skeptically. "More like a truck full!" She stood up and strode over to him. Drakken noted that she had the slinky walk of Shecome and the bored facial expression of Hergo. "Not to change the subject, but did you ever think that maybe the clones aren't working out?"
"Shego, bite your tongue!" Drakken scolded. "I may not have found evil uses for them, but Shecome is quite handy in the kitchen, and Hergo seems to be good at doing the laundry!"
The emerald enchantress was less than impressed. "Kitchen and laundry duty," she said a perfectly Hergoesque tone of bored disappointment. "Yup. We definitely have the numerical advantage over Kim Possible now. She better not show her cheap cargo pants around here, or she won't know what hit her…"
"Shut up!" Drakken snapped.
Shego droned on her emotionless voice raising slightly in volume. "Oh yeah, we've got the world by the pants now. Laundry and cooking. Yup. Let's get the world leaders on the ultimatum hotline now. 'Give up the world or we'll cook and do your laundry;' that's what we'll say…"
"Shut up!" Drakken growled.
Shego's voice assumed a teasing quality and a devilish smile graced her lovely features. "We'll have those uniforms cleaned and pressed in no time and in the meantime here's some snacks, so you better watch out!"
"Shut your mouth, Shego!" Drakken wagged his finger at her. "I'm warning you…"
"Something wrong Drakky?" Shego's voice was heard from the door.
Drakken and Shego turned to spy the pleasantly pink Shecome in the doorway with holding a dinner tray with coffee and sandwiches.
"No Shecome," Drakken struggled to control his temper. "Everything's just fine. Shego and I were simply discussing a new strategy that's all."
"Really," Shecome sauntered in with her curvy walk. "It sounded to me like ol' Greenie here was being a meanie." She stuck out her bottom lip and gazed at Drakken mournfully. "She wasn't being mean to you, was she, Sweetie?"
"No…" Drakken assured her, putting up a false front of cheerfulness. "No-no-no, Shecome! Mommy and Daddy talk like that all the time! It doesn't mean anything, really it doesn't!"
"That's good!" Shecome smiled. "Would you like some sandwiches? I made them myself…" Her eyebrows waggled seductively at her creator. When the clone heard the original's disgusted grunt, she turned to her green counterpart. "Oh, I'm sorry, would you like some?" She asked Shego sweetly.
"Not hungry," Shego walked stiffly out of the room. Her walk wasn't like Shecome's in the slightest now.
"Oh well, that leaves more for us," Shecome turned back to Drakken. "I'll bet you're…hungry," Shecome offered Drakken the tray, but her enigmatic smile seemed to be offering something that wasn't food.
Meanwhile back in Middleton, Bonnie and Tara commiserated in the girl's restroom in "B" Hall. "This is ridiculous," groused the curvy brunette. "How hard can it be to steal away Kim Possible's boyfriend? He should be falling all over me by now!"
"Kim has him well trained," Tara sighed. "What I wouldn't give to have a skydiving, crimefighting, boy at my beck and call like that."
"Excuse me?" Bonnie sneered as a freshman girl entered the restroom to answer nature's call. "This is a private conversation here."
"But I have to go," insisted the pigtailed girl. "Can't you just pretend I'm not here?"
"No," Bonnie glowered menacingly. "You'll just have to hold it until we're finished. Now out!" The curvy cheerleader pointed at the door and the female freshman left in defeat.
"Try the one in 'A' hall," offered Tara.
"Have we been too subtle?" Bonnie asked her blonde friend. "Should we try passing him notes in class?"
"Why don't we just ask him to go out with one of us?" Tara offered.
"Ha! Don't be ridiculous," Bonnie snorted.
Meanwhile, on the gridiron, Kim Possible and her new boyfriend Richard Lyons, the Middleton High running back, arrived for football practice.
After watching the football players for a little while, Kim said. "That looks like fun, can I play too?"
"Sure," Rich smiled. "You can catch a few passes while I take a breather."
"Okay Kim," Brick Flag, the blonde brawny quarterback addressed her, "I'm going to throw you a pass, and let's see if you can catch it, okay?"
"Okay!" Kim smiled as she finished putting on a helmet and pads.
When Brick threw her the pass Kim jumped six feet in the air and caught it easily.
"Wow," said Brick, impressed. "That's pretty good!"
"It's easier when there aren't a bunch of guys on the other team out to get you," Rich commented from the bleachers as he sipped out of a can of soda.
"No big!" Kim smirked. "I have to evade henchmen all the time. I bet I could make a touchdown even if the entire team was out to get me!"
"You're on," Rich waved dismissively.
"I think she's serious, dude," said Brick.
"Huh?"
Brick threw another pass that Kim caught easily. She managed to evade and outrun the football players that ran to intercept her. When one of them got in her way she knocked him down and kept on running.
"Touchdown!" Kim cried when she made it to the goal line. She spiked the ball and tossed her helmet off her head and did a little victory dance.
"Wow," said Brick. "She's great! She could go professional!"
"Yeah, she's great…" Rich's voice didn't match Brick's enthusiasm.
Later, at Lawrence Livermore Labs, teen hero Kim Possible and sidekick Ron Stoppable were investigating the theft of the Molecular Imaging Scanner.
"So what happened?" Ron asked her. "You seem real down, KP."
Kim looked down at her shoes. "Rich said that we should start seeing other people."
"Whoa!" gasped Ron. "He dumped you? He dumped you KP? But you had only been going together for a few hours!"
"Pipe down, will you?" Kim glared at him and made shushing motions.
"But you hadn't even gone on your first date yet!" Ron insisted. "What's up with that, huh?"
"Quiet Ron!" Kim put her finger to her lips. "The entire world doesn't have to know!"
"But what happened?" the boy asked her.
Kim looked away. "I don't know," she muttered, "maybe he felt intimidated when I played football with the guys. We seemed to be having a good time…"
"Were you a better football player than him?" Ron asked pointedly.
"I…guess," the girl admitted. "I mean football isn't that hard of a game. I mean, it's not as challenging as battling Professor Dementor."
"Kim, Kim, Kim," Ron shook his head. "You know how competitive jocks can be. He felt threatened. He's looking for a cheerleader, not a wide receiver."
"Yeah," Kim looked down at the floor again. "I know that…now."
Rufus ran up to them and jumped in Ron's hands.
"What's that, little buddy?" The boy took a long strand of hair from the chittering rodent. "Did you find a clue?" He passed the hair to Kim.
"It's a long hair," Kim took it with both hands and stretched her arms out to measure the distance. "A really long hair. Pitch black too." She pulled her Kimmunicator out of her pocket. "Wade, I'd like a DNA and spectrographic analysis of this hair, please and thank you."
"I'm on it Kim," A beam of light shone from the Kimmunicator and scanned the hair. "Hold it up so I can scan the follicle. Ah-ha! We got a match already. She's on the FBI's most wanted list and wanted in eleven countries."
"Shego!" Kim's face became hard.
"Aw man!" Ron whined. "We got to go back to Drakken's lair again? Why doesn't he ever take a break, or something? This is getting just stupid!"
"Yeah," Rufus crossed his little arms from his perch in Ron's pants pocket. "Stupid."
At that moment in the Caribbean island lair of Doctor Drakken, the blue bad guy was talking to Hergo and Shego.
"Now Hergo, Shego and I are going to France to procure some phase transition coils," he said to the grey clone. "I expect the molecular imaging scanner to still be here when we get back."
"What's the big deal?" Hergo shrugged. "You've reversed engineered it already, haven't you?"
"The big deal is that Kim Possible broke in here twice since I created you, and twice she's made off with the components that we went to a lot of trouble to get, that's what, little Miss I-don't-give-a-hoot!" Drakken waggled his finger at his colorless creation. "Goshe may be locked up, but you've got Shecome to help you so there should be no excuses this time!"
"That reminds me," Hergo looked around. "Where is Pinky anyway? Shouldn't she be listening to this too?"
"She's in the shower," Shego responded.
"Yes, it was the only way I could get away from her," Drakken shuddered. "She tends to freak out every time it looks like I'm going to leave. As I was saying: You're the big sister. You are responsible for security while we're gone, do you understand?"
Hergo had been concentrating on using her forefinger to adjust the lip-gloss on her mouth. "I'm sorry, what?" She looked up at her creator.
Drakken closed his eyes and howled in frustration.
Shego handed her colorless copy a snapshot of Kim Possible. "Just show her this and let her know that Kim Possible might show up, okay? Personally I don't care if the three of you cut each other's heads off."
Hergo barely looked at the picture and placed it in her uniform. Her voice held as much life as a corpse. "Tell Pinky about the redhead…sure…got it."
Shego wasn't sure she did. She called back to Hergo as she and Drakken walked out the door. "Be sure to tell Shecome about Kim Possible, all right?"
"What?" Hergo was already on the couch, her nose in a teen magazine. "Oh, right…whatever." She waved her hand at Shego in a shooing motion.
"Tell Shecome about Kim Possible," the emerald original repeated. "Don't forget."
"Right…" Hergo didn't even glance at her this time. "Tell my sister about Kim…um…whatzer-name…yup…no problem."
After Hergo turned a page, Shego stuck her head through the doorway and asked her, "Who are you going to tell?"
"Goshe," Hergo responded. "No wait…Shecome, right?"
"And who are you going to tell her about?"
"Ken…ummmm…Kim Possible, I think…"
"Shego!" came Drakken's nasal whine. "We've got to get out of here before Shecome gets out of the shower, or she'll never let me leave!"
"Hold your horses, Doc, I'm coming," She fixed her clone with an evil stare and then left the room.
"Ooh, Quinn's toenail clippings!" smiled Hergo as she read her magazine. "I better write down that web address!" She took the snapshot out of her uniform and placed it face down on the coffee table. She picked up a pencil and scribbled on the back of the photo.
Next: Don't Cry Shecome
