Chapter 21

Veruca was well-pleased with the choir's performance.

"Good, you make me very proud!" she replied with a grin, "Now leave me!"

The 30-member Veruca Choir bowed once more and left her presence.

Now…where was I….. she thought, I was talking with Rebecca about the babysitting….

Then she slapped herself on the head, "Damn…I forgot….." She rushed back to her throne to get in touch with the head of her servants.

"Tightlips, prepare to begin the plan!" Veruca decreed through the speaker.

"Which phase?" Tightlips asked, wanting to make sure which part she was speaking of.

"The call to Mrs. June Johnson, Jeremy's mom! I have a tiny viral bug, courtesy of my best tech servants, planted within the home phone which allows me to see her but she cannot see me at all!"

"But how can you , O Dear Great Veruca, convince her of the babysitting job?" Tightlips inquired. "Because of your constant media exposure, she can instantly recognize your voice!"

Veruca clucked with a little laughter, clapping her hands, "This is why voice-changing technology was invented, Tightlips! My voice won't be the one that she'll hear!" Four of her servants approached her and genuflected to her. "Bring me the voice-changer machine!"

"It will not be a problem, your Majesty!" the servant whom has the red number 80 on his gray uniform replied. The other three servants wheeled in a gray metallic machine on a cart. It was about the size of a 19-inch TV with a phone attached to it and had buttons and levers on the front and back, alongside with a laptop on the left side of it.

"Put me on-screen so that I can see the machine, servant!" Tightlips barked to Servant 80. Servant 80 instantly put a closed-circuit TV right near the machine so that the husky servant-leader could get a good glimpse of it.

He appeared on-screen and looked at it, "Oh yes… I remember handing the idea to one of the tech-expert servants a month ago when you wanted to play some prank calls against Kim!"

"Oh yeah, but I thought to myself that prank calls were a bit…..juvenile for me. So I saved it for a rainy day!" Veruca smiled, folding her arms as she studied the machine.

"So, whose voice are you going to manipulate, O Goddess Veruca?" Tightlips asked, getting back to the plan.

"I'm going to imitate the voice of the mother of their regular babysitter, Tightlips: Mrs. Sandra Combs. She has a 16-year old daughter that looks a bit like Rebecca named Tina that regularly babysits Suzie whenever her brother is not here." Veruca said. "And Rebecca herself will simply take her place. I gathered the info earlier from one of the tech servants whom was spying around on the computer, taking their Social Security, cell-phone records, things like that. "

"Hmm, wherever he is, O Great Princess, he did well so I shall reward him with an advancement in rank!" Tightlips chuckled, then turned to the machine, "Servants, do a test run for the Great Princess to make sure the thing works!"

"At once, Tightlips!" the servants replied in unison. They pressed the certain buttons on the machine to make it work.

While working on the machine, Servant 80 asked, "O Great Princess, which voice do you want to imitate first before Mrs. Combs' voice?"

"Whom else, that stupid, fat, dumb cheerleader, Kim Possible of course!" Veruca demanded. "I need to imitate hers first!"

Servant 80 chanted. "It will be obeyed, All-Seeing Goddess!" He then typed in the name of the voice that they were going to imitate, which was Kim's voice. After a few minutes, the robotic voice on the computer said: "VOICE READY TO IMITATE!"

"Let's give a test run!" she grinned. One of the servants put in a microphone into the jack-port for it and held it to Veruca.

She took the microphone and began to test out the machine to see if it worked.

"I am Kimberly Ann, I'm a disgusting fat slob who loves to eat mud on the floor!" she taunted as if she were taunting Kim. But the most amazing fact was that her voice sounded exactly like Kim's, without any flaws at all.

"It works!" Veruca replied, giving a thumbs-up. "Now, for Mrs. Combs' voice!"

The servant then typed in Mrs. Combs' name on the keyboard. After three minutes, the computerized voice replied: "VOICE READY TO IMITATE!"

"Now…..find me the number with Mrs. Johnson!" she commanded to her servants. Servant 80 took out the phonebook of Danville from her personal library and searched through the Johnson section of the white pages before finding the correct one.

"Here's her number, O Goddess that is Veruca!" Servant 80 grinned, pointing to their phone number.

"Thank you, Servant 80, my Tightlips will send you a promotion through the mail!" Veruca smirked, "Now, all we have to do is await her call to Mrs. Combs….

(at the Johnson Residence)

Mrs. June Johnson was discussing with her husband, Jack, about the upcoming Independence fair.

"So, do you think the fireworks could be set around the northern portion of the lake?" Jack asked, pointing to a map of Lake Danville, the place where the ceremonies were to take place

June looked at the map, "Mmm…I think so, dear, but we need to go to the groceries to get some food over there like chips, dip, hot dogs, hamburgers, like that!"

"Of course, dear!" Jack smiled, kissing his wife on the cheek.

"Oooh…you're so sweet!" June giggled, then turned to her daughter, Suzy, playing with a doll of Ducky Momo.

"But what are we going to do with her, Jack? She can't be left alone for a few hours and Jeremy's at work!"

"No problem!" Jack said, "We'll just get Sandra to babysit Suzy for the next few hours!" She then took the phone and dialed in Mrs. Combs' number.

"Now….divert the call to me!" Veruca grinned. One of the servants nodded his head and typed in the appropriate keys in diverting the call to Veruca. She then heard the ring of the telephone.

Veruca then pointed to a giant projector screen, "Now, activate the bug in the Johnson residence, so that I can see her!"

Servant 80 obeyed and turned on the tiny camera implanted within the bug. "We are in, O Great Veruca!"

After the second ring, she picked up the phone, "Hello, June!" Veruca said in the voice of Mrs. Combs.

"Why, hello, Mrs. Combs!" Mrs. Johnson happily replied, not being aware that her call had been diverted to a crazed cheerleader, "Are you going to send your daughter to help babysit my little Suzy for the next few hours?"

"Oh, of course!" Veruca replied calmly, her voice continuing to be transmitted into Mrs. Combs' own voice instead. "What time do you want her to be at the house?"

June looked around to the clock, "Hmm….how about in 30 minutes?"

"It won't be a problem at all!" Veruca replied in the imitation voice.

June then put the phone back in its cradle, thinking that she has the babysitting Suzy problem down.

Veruca then replied with an evil laugh, "Yes….that is one phase down! Now let's see if Rebecca made the changes into the middle-class!" She got back on her diamond-studded laptop and clicked on Rebecca's picture.

And she waited…patiently.

(back at the mansion)

Rebecca came back into her room. She appeared in a normal midriff-baring T-shirt and a pair of blue jeans and tennis-shoes, but her diamond piercing and star necklace still remained as Veruca came on-screen.

"Hey, Reb, welcome back!" Veruca grinned as Rebecca took her seat.

"So, I'm totally dressed up in these middle-class clothes and…." Rebecca said before scratching the back of shirt, "…ugh….this shirt is so, like, itchy!"

Veruca replied a little disappointed, "Can you wear a much longer shirt to cover your piercing, and can you also remove your star necklace and ear stub? Kim can recognize you a mile away with your jewelry…"

Rebecca looked down at her extremely shiny $500,000 star necklace laced with diamonds and rhinestones. She clapped her hands for one of her butlers, Jerves, whom was holding a tray covered in silver and diamonds.

He said in a snob voice, "Eeeeyes, Miss Starlet?"

"I want you, Jerves, to put my star necklace and ear stub in my personal safe for now!" Rebecca commanded, removing her very valuable necklace and stub piercing and putting it on the tray. She also pointed to the shirt "And can you get a less itchy long shirt for me?"

"Eeeeet won't be a problem, Miss Startlet!" Jerves replied in the snob voice and left her presence.

She then turned back to Veruca and asked for any updates, "So you were able to arrange the babysitting job for me?"

"Yes, and I did it in the voice of the babysitter's mother to Mrs. Johnson!" Veruca chuckled, "We so have this bag in…or is it plan in its bag… I didn't even know it had a bag…" She had a dumb look on her face before continuing, "Anyways, once we do one more change to you, you will be all set!"

"And the change is….?" Rebecca asked, twirling her hand around.

"Your hair, Rebecca. Do you have any raven hair dye?"

"Mmm..yeah, Veruca. But I only use it strictly for my pool parties!"

"Well, it's going to have to come in handy, Reb!" Veruca replied, "We don't want Kim to know, at all, that you are in Danville!"

"Okay, Ver, and I'll change up my hair style as well!" Rebecca smiled.

"I'm going to sign off for now. In the meantime, I've gotta tell my servant to remove whatever gum stains were left in that mink coat that Kim ruined!" Veruca muttered before signing off.

Rebecca, as well, left her chair, wanting to know if she had enough raven hair color in her arsenal of beauty products.

(Around 20 minutes later)

Rebecca returned with a "I LUV BETTYS" shirt that completely covered her star belly piercing and her blonde hair dyed jet black. She then turned to a nearby golden mirror.

"Perfect!" she grinned, looking at end, "I blend in totally well!"

She then turned to Jerves, "Are there any sedans in the garage?"

Jeeves replied, "Eeeeeeeyes, Miss Starlet, there is an old 1994 model sedan."

"Mmm…it'll work! Bring one of my chauffeurs and disguise him as an ordinary lower-class citizen!"

She then looked at the elevator, which led directly to the garage, and smirked "I got the babysitting job of a lifetime to do!"

Around ten minutes later, a green sedan carrying both the disguised chauffeur and Rebecca drove out of the garage and turned into the streets of Danville proper.