It's Addictive: Chapter 11
I.
Dr. Drakken hummed quietly as he surveyed his newest model of syntho-drone. "Oh, I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts, there they are, standing in a row. Big ones…"
Bam, bam, bam
"small ones, some as big as your head…"
Bam, Bam, Bam.
"Shego. dum, dum, dum, da da da dada…"
BAM, BAM, BAM.
"Shego, see who wants in." Drakken glanced around his lab, "Shego?"
BAM, BAM, BAM.
"Why do I even bother with henchmen and a sidekick if I have to answer the door myself?" Drakken grumbled as he went to check the lair entrance. Glancing at a monitor he saw Shego's distinctive green jumpsuit in the picture. "Probably forgot the new code. Why do I even try?"
"Did you forget the new…urk!" Possible's buffoon had reached through the opening door with blinding speed and grasped his blue nose between two knuckles.
"B-Buffoon?"
"The name is Ron Stoppable: it's not that hard." The knuckles tightened and shook.
"Nod da node, please." Drakken whined, reaching for Ron's wrists. The knuckles tightened more. "Urrghhhh."
No, no, no, Doc, wouldn't want to lose that would you?" Ron grinned "Now, where's Shego's room?"
"Down da hall, ferd hall, second door on da leb. You can miss it, green skull ad croddbones." Drakken's eyes were crossing and watering as he tried to focus on the hurtful knucks.
"Thanks, now go play in your lab like a good mad scientist and I'll see you later." Stoppable released Drakkens darkening nose, slid Shego off his shoulder and into his arms, cradling her like a sleeping child, and began to walk off.
Drakken stared stupefied as his evil sidekick immediately began nuzzling the hollow of the sidekick's neck.
"Shego," He managed, "What happened?"
Her eyes barely appeared over the buffoon's shoulder, half closed, like a little girl playing peek a boo. She giggled softly, "I been a gooood girl."
II.
As she ushered the girls into her home, Anne pulled Monique aside. "Monique, go in the kitchen and bring our two daydreaming beauties into the den, please and thank you."
Monique's brows raised quizzically, but she only nodded as she headed for the kitchen.
"All right, girls everyone into the den and have a seat." Anne ordered. When all of the girls were seated, she began, "All right, now what's this all…Tara? What's the matter dear?"
The blond cheerleader looked around nervously, "There, there's only thirteen of us here, that's not…"
"Oh c'mon, Tara." Little Mary snorted, "you don't really believe that nonsense, do you."
"Tara, there are fourteen girls here." Hope sighed.
"No, I'm not, thirteen girls, thirteen teenagers, can't be…what?" Tara noticed Hope nodding her head at something behind Tara. "Oh, uh, Mrs. Possible, I….I mean you aren't a….teen…girl…ah…" The blonde wound down in blushing incoherence.
Anne dropped her mock frown, silently congratulated herself for not laughing at the poor girl, and said, "Don't worry about it, Tara, just tell me why you're all here?"
The blood left Tara's face, her mouth opened and closed, like a landed perch, "Here? Uh…we….ah….Kim….we…"
"We needed to get Kim's approval to adding Little Mary and Suzie to the cheer squad." Bonnie butted in."Really?"
"Yes, Ma'am, we could use Mary as an anchor, and we could use another girl for some of the more complicated routines." Bonnie explained innocently.
"Fine," Anne smiled, "Now why don't I ask Monique when she comes in?"
The girls faces turned pale, "Nice going, Rockweiller," Suzie muttered, "Sometimes you're too smart for our good."
Bonnie's innocent smile turned sickly when Monique, Amelia, and Kim walked in the den.
"Monique, why are you all here?" Anne asked abruptly.
Monique jolted to a stop. "We…we…we…ah…we came to take Kim with us for an all girl's day at the mall, Ma'am." Monique frantically looked at the girls in the room, all of whom were grimacing, scowling or holding their faces in their hands. "Didn't we?" she stammered.
"After we talk to Kim about the squad." Marcella blurted.
"Right," Monique continued gratefully, "After they talk to Kim about the squad."
"And exactly what were they going to ask Kim about the squad?" Anne questioned before any of the others could speak.
"I…ah….I….they….ah….I'mnotonthesquaddin'tpayattention." Monique gasped out.
"Uh huh," Anne growled before her laughter broke through, "Kimmie, Amelia, find a seat, we are about to have an informative meeting, just us girls."
III.
Dr. Betty Director sat at her desk, her eye ricocheting from one monitor to another. "This is just…I don't believe…" She muttered to herself. Reaching out she typed a command that fed new pictures to the screens. Her eyebrows almost touched her bangs as her mouth fell open. Again, her sight couldn't settle on one screen, jumping intermittently between them. Finally she leaned back in her leather executive chair. "Stoppable, I may have to reinstate the draft, just for you."
IV.
"Dr. Possible…boys get away from those controls!…speaking, can I help you?"
"Jimmy, I need you to do something for me." James Possible heard his wife's cajoling voice, "Would you mind?"
"Andy? Of course not, honey, you need me to pick up dinner? Hard day at the hospital?"
"No, Jimmy, didn't have to go in, weekend, remember? What I need," James could see her in his mind's eye, twisting the phone cord around her fingers, "is for you and the boys to go to a motel tonight. I'll pack an overnight bag for you, leave it on the porch, and see you in the morning."
"Andy? Have I done something?" James began to worry.
"No, baby, it's just that I think, I know you men would be more comfortable away from the house tonight. There are sixteen, maybe more, teenage girls holding an impromptu sleepover here tonight."
Images of his home full of estrogen overdose filled Dr. Possible's mind with horror. "Andy, I love you, thanks for the warning. Would you make sure my and the boy's latest research notebooks are in our bag? We may just stay here at the center tonight. Lot's to keep the boys occupied. Wouldn't want them to get bored." He shuddered.
"Too true," Anne shivered on her end, "Remember the last time?"
"Don't remind me, their ex teacher still won't talk about it. Anyway, I'll run by in about an hour, and call in the morning before we come home, all right?"
"That's fine, Jimmy, I'll have it all ready for you."
"Andy, wait a minute," James wondered, "what caused this sudden gathering?"
"They all needed to talk to Kim about personal matters, so did I."
"Personal matters? What personal matters would you and all those girls need to talk to Kim about?"
"If you must know, Jimmy, Ron."
"Ronald? What about Ronald?"
"He seems to have developed some extraordinary extracurricular activities. By the way, Jimmy, have you been talking to Ron lately?"
"Of course I have, I speak to him every day when he comes over."
"That's not what I mean, honey, I mean have you spoken to him about anything personal?"
"Now why would I speak to Ronald about…ah…Andy…the boys are getting out of hand, I really need to go."
"All right, Jim, we'll talk tomorrow, love you."
"Love you too, hon." As Dr. Possible hung up the phone, his thoughts veered to the shrieks of laughter he had heard in the background. "Lord, I love that woman, I do not want to be there with a mob of teenage girls talking about toes and navels of all things. But how could she…no there is no reason for her to suspect, no she couldn't…I think I need to talk to Ronald."
V.
Ron Stoppable walked into Dr. Drakken's lab rubbing his neck and thinking. "I have got to either start taking it to full unconsciousness, or stop sooner. This clinging arms around my neck thing is going to give me a permanent sore neck." Shego had clutched his neck tightly moaning, "no, not yet…" before he managed to gently break away. He had looked curiously around Scheherazade's room, marveling at the ultra femininity possible in various shades of green, then he spotted what he was unconsciously looking for. Ron placed the small, well worn teddy bear in Scheherazade's arms and quietly left the room.
Snapping back to the present, Ron spotted Dr. Drakken crouching behind his desk. "Blue boy, I need some wheels and some directions."
Drakken stood up, glaring, "Why would I…" Ron held up his right hand, first two fingers curled under, and spread and closed them.
Drakken's hands came up to shield his sore and slightly swollen proboscis. "Well, ah, yes, of course," he choked, "but I don't have any wheels. Shego and I go everywhere by hovercar."
A wide, goofy grin burst onto Ron's face. "That's great, Doc, I always wanted to fly one of those."
"What? You can't …have you ever…you can not have a hovercraft." Drakken folded his arms across his chest. "Besides, that would be stealing."
"Is it stealing to steal from a thief?" Ron questioned, "But never mind that, remember my mega-weather machine?"
"What about it?"
"You stole that from me, this is just payback, so it's not stealing, just collecting a debt."
"You made it with my materials." Drakken snorted.
"But the genius was all mine." Ron riposted.
"You can't have it. Besides, you don't know how to fly it." Drakken triumphed.
"Right, Doc, that's why you're gonna teach me."
"I will no…" Ron's hand came up, fingers clipping, "Oh, all right, you can have one of the spares."
VI.
"Hey, Doc, I think I'm getting the hang of this."
"Oh, please, no more, I beg of you." Dr. Drakken whimpered, looking around at his destroyed hanger bay. The doors were dented, there were new scars on the stone walls, and three hovercraft sat smoking on the hangar floor. "You have no idea how much those things cost."
"C'mon, Doc, you never paid for anything you could steal in your life." Ron mocked from the controls of the next to last hovercraft, "I really think I've got it now."
"Just go", Drakken moaned, "If I can get the hangar doors to open."
The massive doors, groaned, creaked, jerked, halted, jerked, and finally opened enough for the hovercraft to leave.
"Thanks, Doc, I really appreciate it. " Ron waved the bill of sale he had forced Drakken to give him. Turning the crafts nose, he lurched out the semi open doors.
"Next time would you just attack," Drakken yelled after him, "you do less damage that way."
VI.
Bee bee ba Beep.
Kim broke away from the giggle/glaze fest, and snatched her Kimmunicator from her pocket. "What's the sitch, Wade?"
"One of Drakken's hovercraft is headed toward Middleton, but it seems to be flying kind of radically. I'll call you when I have some specific destination."
"You rock, Wade, any news on Ron?"
"Haven't heard anything or been able to spot him."
"I really wish you hadn't taken the chip out of Ron." Kim pouted, "That was so ferociously handy."
"Kim, we talked about the ethical ramifications of that. When Ron asked to have it removed, I didn't have any choice."
"He wouldn't have known about it if you hadn't spoken up." Kim grumbled.
"Yeah, well, I gotta go, I'll call with updates."
"OK," Kim sighed, "Keep up the watch for Ron, please and thank you."
"Right, bye." Wade's image disappeared.
As Kim set the Kimmunicator down, her mother came over. "Is everything all right, Kimmie? A mission or anything."
"No, Mom, just Wade updating me on Drakken."
Anne smiled in relief, "Good, that means you'll be able to help me find places for all your friends. Another three just showed up."
Kim scowled, "If Ron knew the smack down I'm going to put on his town…how many has he chosen?" The last came out in a soft plaintive wail.
Little Mary heard the complaint as she walked by on her way to the kitchen, "Either not enough, or way too many, depends on your point of view, I guess." She grinned widely and continued on.
Kim hid her blush in her hands, "Mom, what am I gonna do?"
"Keep everybody busy talking until we can find Ron is all I can think of. After that…"
Kim looked up hopefully, "After that?"
Anne looked around the crowded room wryly, "Give me some time, Kimmie, this is going to take a lot of thought."
Kim reburied her face in her hands.
VII.
"The neighbors are not going to be happy." James Possible thought, staring at the cars parked on the street, in his driveway, and in his yard. "Two blocks I had to walk." He picked up his and his son's bags, and began trudging back to his car. Looking back over his shoulder, he could only shake his head in question at the large banner hug over his front door.
N O P I N NO IN
"I really don't think I want to know." He marched on.
VIII.
Wade calmly sipped his soda as he watched the blip that was Drakken's hovercraft meander over the sky.
"Shego's been drinking or she let Dr. D. fly." He chuckled to himself. "Of course, she'd have to be on something to let him fly. Wonder where they're going. They get off course, but always come back in the same direction." Wade turned to another monitor, projecting the craft's erratic course and corrections forward.
He ran the program twice to be certain, then sat up with a concerned frown. "Oh, lord, I think they're headed for Kim's house." He began punching in the numbers for his friend.