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Kim hated personality control. She'd been in this sitch before – Bortel's neural compliance chip, the moodulator, the Seniors' evil disco ball, not to mention Wade's so-called "bun warmer" – and, save the memory of lip smacking Ron in front of her locker, she didn't have much good to say about the experience. Her current predicament wasn't about to change her attitude, either.

I kissed Drakken, she thought with disgust. Gorchy! And much to her annoyance, she felt compelled to kiss him again.

Someday, she told herself as she wandered around the confines of her mind, trying to ignore the vanilla scented aroma of the candles and the way-too-groovy voice of Barry White, she was going to have Wade make a machine that would allow her to manipulate fan fiction writers and artists the way they made her dance like a marionette. Sure it was an evil thing to want to do. But so was making her have eight green skinned, auburn haired babies with Shego or dance a torrid tango with Duff Killigan under a starry Brazilian sky.

Kim mentally tensed as she felt Drakken, or Drewbio as he was calling himself, wrap his arms around her waist. He was so busted when she got out of this sitch.

I am so busted, Drakken thought as he drew Kim near. I kissed Kim Possible – and right in front of Shego! She's going to kill me. Possible is going to kill me. When the buffoon, whatever his name is, finds out, he'll step up monkey style, whatever that is, and kill me. And if James Possible finds out … Mother!

Drakken did not enjoy personality control unless he was the one doing the controlling. It was one thing to make Lutz dance around like a chicken – that was all in the interests of evil science, after all. This, though, was wrong, wrong, wrong. Evil masterminds did not kiss their teen-aged foes. It violated the villain code, not to mention the I Don't Want Everyone To Think I'm a Dirty Old Man Or a Congressman Rule. By breaking the former, he was setting himself up for the scorn of his peers. And by running afoul of the latter, he was all but guaranteeing a tongue lashing from Mama Lipsky.

I am so dead, Drakken thought as he brought his lips to Kim's.

"You're so blue!" she cooed.

You're so dead, she thought.

"I so want to kiss you," she added.

I so want to hurl, she thought. This is so many flavors of wrong!

"And the Doctor wants to kiss you," Drewbio replied in his suavest tones.

No! No! I do not want to kiss you! I want to kiss Shego! Drakken thought. So what if she's lippy, disrespectful, and rude. She's actually old enough to drink something more potent than cocoa moo, though I do love my moo …

As hero's and villain's lips were about to touch, Kim had only one thought: Would someone get me out of this greechy mess NOW, please and thank you?

"I want a stop put to this nonsense. Now!" Martin Smarty demanded as saw what was transpiring.

"But this is the kind of edgy romance that makes for a GINORMOUS box office!" Jimmy Blamhammer retorted.

"The only thing it makes for is an enormous spike in sales of Brain Soap," an unimpressed Martin countered. "The stuff has been flying off the shelves ever since Chapter Ten was posted."

"My creative people say this is scoring huge with the blue Lolita-loving crowd," Jimmy said as if that would resolve the matter.

"I don't care what your creative people say. This is wrong!" Martin Smarty protested. "There are traumatized readers and distraught baby otters all across this great land of ours thanks to this pairing."

"But the Kim-Drakken pairing is HUGE!" Jimmy insisted. "The way the public is eating it up is messing with my head!"

"Your head was already messed up," Martin said. "And the Kim-Drakken pairing is not huge. Kigo, which I don't like – it precludes the possibility of my getting together with the lovely Miss Wobakoff – is big. K/R is huge. This, however, is neither big nor huge. It's just, as Ronald would, sick and wrong."

"But it would leave Shego free for you!" Jimmy said, hoping he'd found a way to sway Martin.

"You have a point there," the businessman reflected. "But wouldn't that require the intervention of the author who created Drewbio?"

"Yes, it would," Jimmy said. "But if it kept Shego away from Kim and Drakken, I'm sure Drakimberly would be more than happy to help."

"A tempting offer," Martin said, "But I'd rather do this the old-fashioned way."

"Woo Shego with romance and affection?"

"No, buy her off. I'm a busy mogul, after all, with a multinational retail empire to run. Bargains don't take care of themselves, you know."

Jimmy, seeing his sponsor would not be moved, sighed. "Fine. I'll pull the plug," he said with regret as he pulled the plug from the wall socket.

"Well?" Martin asked expectantly.

"Nothing!" Jimmy said. "This is UNBELIEVABLE!"

"What? That's unacceptable!"

"Sorry, but Kim Possible and the Blue Guy are still looking at each other like a couple of love sick puppies. Hmm," Jimmy said thoughtfully, as inspiration struck. " Maybe we could find some author who can turn those two into puppies and have them fall in love. I can just see it now: Puppy Love: Explosionator!"

Martin rolled his eyes. "It's been done. Though it usually involves cats and Kim and Shego."

"Felines on film. I love it!" Jimmy said. "Lesbian Kitty Cats From Outer Space!" He whipped out his PDA, dialed a number, and, engrossed in his new big budget movie idea, wandered away, wildly gesticulating his free hand. "Melvin? Jimmy. Let me pitch you, baby …"

Martin sighed and shook his head. "Well, since I haven't a clue as to how to resolve this situation, there's only one thing to do: give someone a Larry." The owner of Smarty Mart reached into his suit pocket and withdrew an envelope, which he carefully tore open. "The winner of the award for most Author Most Likely To Take Over the World Before She is Fifteen is kt of jakt. Well done young lady," the billionaire announced grandly. "And, rather than give you an ugly trophy that will just collect dust on your book shelf, I've got something much better for you: a date with my boy Arty!"

To Be Continued ...