Kim Possible Aftermath 13: Rejuvinatoring
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"Back to tinkering, Dr. D?" Shego asked, rocking DNAmy, Amelia, and Killigan as Drakken worked on the Juvinator.
"There must be some way to make this more manageable," Drakken replied.
"Some children, some toddlers, yeah, that'll work," Shego agreed.
"Those three must remain infants," Drakken said, pointing at the children.
"Yeah, about that, how do you plan to talk your way out of this? She thinks they're ours," Shego stated.
"I'll, uh, come up with something," Drakken lamely replied.
"Think fast, Drewbie," Shego said.
"Shego, how many times do I have to tell you not to call me Drewbie!?" Drakken demanded.
"Whatever Drew," she replied.
"Thank…" he began.
"Bie," she finished, a teasing twinkle in her eyes.
Drakken looked at her, unimpressed, and said, "You're loving this, aren't you?"
"Oh yeah," she replied, cradling the three babies. "Look at you three, almost asleep. Good babies," she cooed to them.
"That's the last trait I thought I'd ever see in you. Nurturing," Drakken remarked, smirking in amusement.
"Yeah, look, kids and me, Drakken, we don't mix," Shego stated. "I just happen to know how to handle them. I mean come on, it's common sense."
"Mmm, yes, common sense. Greatly lacking in this day and age," Drakken added, continuing to fiddle. "Shego, we need a test subject." Shego rolled her eyes, put the infants down, and walked out of the room to collect someone.
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Shego soon returned with Yori and Maim. Felix, Ned, Josh, Ron, Kim, Tara, Justine, and Zita were held between them. They set the babies down on the table. "This had better work, Drakken," Shego said.
"Please be careful," Yori begged.
"The last thing we need is blood on our hands," Maim backed. Drakken blinked blankly then cringed. Hmm, that idea was giving mental pictures he could have done without. Yori, Maim, and Shego wrapped blankets around each infant.
"Ready?" Drakken asked.
"Ready," Shego confirmed as she, Yori, and Maim backed out of the way.
"Activating now," Drakken said. Beams of light shot out and hit each of the infants.
All at once they found themselves looking at a five year old Kim, Ron, Josh, and Tara. Ned, Felix, Justine, and Zita all looked to be around twelve. "Whoa, what happened?" little Kim asked.
"We've managed to semi-reverse the effects of the Juvinator. At least we're not stuck with so many babies anymore," Drakken replied.
"I shall go get the other children," Maim said. Soon enough Junior, Bonnie, Hirotaka, Fukushima, DNAmy, Amelia, Killigan, and Monique were all there. Hopefully Mama Lipsky wouldn't miss her 'grandbabies' too soon. Drakken had decided to try his luck with it.
Drakken activated the machine. In a flash they found themselves with a twelve year old Junior and Bonnie. DNAmy and Killigan were back as adults, at least. Monique was five. Amelia and Hirotaka were closer to seven or eight. Fukushima remained unaffected. Now all they had for babies were Hana and Fukushima, at least. Will too, they supposed, but he didn't count. He was with his parents.
"Yes, no more diapers!" Drakken cheered.
"Diapers? Ew," Ron said, obviously disgusted at the thought.
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The children listened in horror and disgust to the story being told by the ones who had remained adult. "That is so wrong," little Monique said. "Why isn't Fukushima big again?"
"Because I'm that unlucky," Monkey Fist answered. Yori shot him a warning glare. "What?" he asked.
"I cannot play with him when he is a baby," Hirotaka complained. "At least if he was bigger we could battle one another."
"There will be no fighting anyone, Hirotaka. Not yet," Yori chastised. Hirotaka stuck out his tongue at her.
"You were a handful, weren't you?" Amelia asked, frowning at him.
"Only with her!" Hirotaka defended. "She was my sister, not my mother."
"Well now you can consider her your mother figure until this is fixed," Monkey Fist stated.
"She is still my sister," Hirotaka replied, crossing his arms. "She is simply… the older of us now."
"And I will use it to my advantage," Yori stated, eyes sparkling mischievously. It was rare when she got mischievous.
"I really hope Mr. Hench and Dr. Director get back with Will soon," Justine complained.
"Father, I demand to be an adult again!" Junior protested, stamping his foot.
"Junior, there is nothing I can do. If we fiddle with the Juvinator much more, soon you will be raising your pappy," Senior replied.
Junior blinked blankly then cringed. "You may have something there," he relented. "Nevertheless I want to be big again!"
"You will, young Senior Jr. Heavens child, show some patience," Maim chastised.
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"The Nanny Academy isn't far now," Director said to Jack as she bottle fed Will. They were driving along in one of the fanciest sports cars Betty had ever seen. Of course Jack wouldn't take a simple car or something so posh as a limousine. Only the best for Jack Hench. "If you trash this car, you're in big trouble," she said, smirking.
"Baby, you know how good my driving skills are," Jack replied, holding the wheel with nothing more than a couple of fingers.
"Leave the spy driving to me, love," she replied. "We have a baby in the car right now. No unnecessary risks."
"Yes mother," Jack replied, affectionately rolling his eyes. "Is that it up there, the really creepy looking building?"
"That's it," Dr. Director confirmed, nodding.
"Eerie mansion coming up," Jack said, rolling his eyes.
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The two walked up to the door with the baby. "Halt, who goes there?!" a voice demanded.
They both froze and looked quickly up. Jack smirked. Standing above them were the Knights of Rottigan. "Reggie, Archie, long time no see," Jack greeted.
"Jack Hench?" Archie asked, leaping down with Reggie.
"What are you doing here?" Reggie questioned.
"Looking for something kept in the basement," Jack replied. "Your turn. Why are you here?"
"During the incident in which villains took on traffickers, many of those rescued were brought here as a safe haven. We were called on to protect and guard them. We have done so day in and day out since. Many have returned home, but many have nowhere to go. We protect them in case their 'employers' come looking," Archie answered.
"Here, call me if you two need any help," Jack replied, handing them both a card.
"Archibald, Reginald, may we come in?" Director asked.
"Of course milord, milady," Reggie replied, bowing and opening the door. The two walked into the house and looked around.
"Hmm, not a bad setup," Betty remarked, impressed.
"Yeah, let's get to that machine," Jack said, getting right down to business.
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"This is going to take a while," Betty wryly remarked, looking at the size of the machine.
"Let me see," Jack said. He examined the machine closely. "Maim is a smart woman, and old. She would likely have some sort of quick takedown button for her own convenience," Jack explained. She'd custom ordered the parts for this thing, he recalled. He remembered her order. She was sharp but she wasn't a genius, or an inventor, and HenchCo had what she needed, including expertise. "Here we go," he said, pushing the button. Almost immediately the machine was in pieces. "Eureka," Jack said, smirking proudly.
"Nice, now all we need to do it pack it up," Dr. Director said. "Tell me, Jack, how you knew about the button. You seem pretty… intimately acquainted with it."
Jack paused and glanced up at her. He smirked cockily and replied, "Very clever, Dr. Director. Is this going to get ugly? Do I need to make sure you stay… silent?"
"Is this an admission?" she questioned coldly.
"Sweetheart, I'm innocent. Aren't you tired of this game?" he replied.
"You will slip one day," she stated. "I'll wear you down. You can't guard yourself around me forever."
"Ooh, I like that idea," he said, eyes lighting lecherously up. "Unable to guard myself, hmm, how… different."
"Dream on," she replied. "Let's go. We'll change Will back later."
"Becoming reattached to the baby, hmm?" Jack asked.
"And you're not?" she questioned.
"That I'll admit to. I've liked having a baby boy again," he answered, gently stroking the infant's cheek. Will instinctively turned to try and suck on his father's finger.