Kim Potential…
Summary: A desperate Dr. Drakken has sensibly reviewed his Files of Past Plots to find the most effective weapon yet used on KP and improve it with unexpected results. Ron and company find they have a new partner.
Disclaimer: No infringement intended.
Part XXV…
Capitol City…The state capitol...
State Archives and Arts Building…
A nervous Ron glancing round the entrance as they entered, Potential having decided they should, for now, enter as ordinary tourists…Well…Hardly 'ordinary', smile to Ron…But…
Definitely not gonna make it back for second class…
"Ok…" Potential looked over the printout she'd received from Wade, frowning…
Cute…
Also, where's my complimentary "you could never be ordinary, Kim…", boyfriend?
"What is it?" Ron stared.
"Seems our thief is getting big for his…Or her…Britches…"
Hmmn?...He peered at the printout.
"The Moldavian Crown Jewels…How'd we miss that they were going on display this week?" Potential sighed.
"Well, did we?" Ron, a bit puzzled. "They haven't been grabbed yet…I mean Wade nailed it and he is our go-to guy for this sort of thing."
She eyed him…Sourly…
"Yeah…Sure…" airy wave of hand… "Great job…"
"Kim?"
I'm looking at you like…I coulda hada crack at crown jewel bling, bucko...she thought.
Geesh, if we'd just had one more free week…
Still, nothing says I can't somehow "lose" a choice bit or two in the fighting with our villainous foe…
And later on, let it be seen that dear Kimmy has developed an unmistakable case of sticky fingers…
Hey, the First and Only Lady of Middleton High's future school president for life needs proper accoutrements.
"So you think Drakken…?" Ron began…
"Hmmn?...I wish…I mean…Then we could finally catch him and decipher his evil scheme…" Potential hastily corrected… "No, this seems more like a robbery-robbery, not robbery to help finance cloning or whatever biological thing he's up to…"
"Couldn't he just need more cash for his plans?"
Pout…What, now you're doubtin' my incisive deductive abilities?...Ron?...
"I don't think so…My spidey sense tells me this is the work of a copycat, probably following news of the first crimes…You know how the criminal world holds Dr. Drakken in awed reverence."
Or better, soon…
"They do?" Ron blinked.
And 'spidey sense'?
Not that I object to my girl possibly picking up a little of my taste in comics…But…
"Kim?..." She paused in her glancing around the foyer of the building…
"Is anything wrong?"
"My sidekick is dragging his ass and my boyfriend is slow about responding to my overtures and not exactly giving me his total support, apart from that typical sit, not that I know of…Why?" she eyed him.
"KP…You were kinda hard on your mom this morning…And…"
"Teenaged super heroine with lots on her mind and…Pulsating…With hormones…" she shrugged. "I'll make it up to Mummy later…'And'?..."
"You just seem a little out of sorts these days…And that cheerleading thing…"
"I'm growing up Ronald…I can't be a cheerleader forever. What about you? Tuba-boy? " hard stare… "You sayin' Ron the Man can make changes and try new challenges but lil' Woman Kimmy must remain the same little girl always…?"
Uh…
"I thought better of you, Ronald…" high-minded, solemn look. "This hurts me, Ron. Deeply…" blink…Tear run…
Ok, a bit much but gotta test out the emotives…And I know what works with my guy.
"Kim, you know I don't mean to hurt you." he tried. "I'm only concerned…"
"Hold that thought!" she noted hastily…As several guards came running to the foyer, alarms sounding… "I think we're up!"
"Are you still tracking him?" Shego, in flight suit and oxygen mask, asked, scanning the controls of her plane…
"Hmmn-hmn…" Drakken, likewise in flight suit and mask, behind her. "He's still making for Capitol City…And still at 3000 feet."
"Ok, he can't keep this speed up much longer, that pack can't contain that much fuel. " She noted. "He's sure to be setting down soon."
"He's descending now…I'd say he's landing…Probably rendezvousing with his people before they make their move. "
"Another robbery in the capitol?"
"I think Dementor knows Kimberly is on his trail." Worried tone… "Shego, I think she may be walking into a trap."
"She can handle that red-tighted doofus." Calm tone. Airy wave. "Have a little confidence in our girl, Drew."
Besides…God willing… That little doofus will be in pieces momentarily…Grim stare at approaching ground…
"Certainly. Uh, sweetheart, aren't we diving a bit steeply for a safe landing?"
"Just let the boys know to be ready to move in!"
"Right…Uh, darling? Rate of descent is a little beyond the structural capability of this craft…" he tried…Eyeing the shaking sides of the jet….
"We'll be fine…" grim tone…Sound of groaning hull under stress… "Has he landed?"
"He's down…Whoa!..." gasp as they suddenly pulled up…Gently setting down…
"See? No problem…" Shego shrugged… "Drew? Drew, you all right back there?"
"Just…A…Little G force induced blackout…" Drakken choked out, hands to helmet… "Uh…I think we lost a wing there…"
"Just part of the left…Easy fix…" Shego shrugged. "Aviarius?"
"About one hundred yards away, in the woods..On foot I'd say."
"And headed for extinction, our little flightless doofus…" grimly… "Come on. Drew?!" she stared as he collapsed to the ground.
"Right…With…You…Dearest…" he groaned, struggling to sit up…
"Just as I expected…Hello, Prof Crazy…" Potential, grim smile at the masked Dementor.
Hah…He's just jealous cause my dad's truly a blue freak and he has to wear a mask.
You know…I bet anything under that mask he's that little weapons of mass destruction maker, Cyrus Bortel. I know goodsie always suspected it, much as she tried not to believe the sweet little white-haired death merchant was a closet bad guy.
"Kim Possible…" Dementor beamed… "How I hoped you'd drop by."
"Copying Dr. Drakken…Again…?" she eyed him…Glancing at the three goon in tights at his side.
No prob here…
"He must be pleased to haft such a fan…" Dementor, coolly.
"Well, Cyrus…We hafta admire real genius, you know…" she replied calmly.
"Kim?" Ron stared. "When did the Professor tell us his first name?"
"I don't know what your oddly behaving friend ist talking about…" Dementor, hastily. "Perhaps the love programming or evil motivation my dear old colleague hast implanted in her brain ist affecting her perceptions of reality."
"Love what?" Ron, staring… "Kim?"
"Don't bother yourself about it, Ronnie. The professor likes to have his jokes…" she frowned.
"As does dear old Drew, obviously…" Dementor beamed. "I must say, a fine job…One would have to know you fairly well to sense your distortion. Tell me, what exactly did he use on you, young lady? And is it 'Oh, Drew' or 'Yes, Master'? My boys and I haf a little wager going…"
"You're outta your masked head, Dementor…" Ron glared. "Kim's just going through a phase…We've been hunting Drakken down and just took time out to clean up the Dementor mess."
Grin…"Nothing more amusing than the clueless sickkick/boyfriend last to admit the obvious…Kimberly? Shall ve be honest mit each other? I'm frankly quite impressed by Drakken's effort on this one."
"I'll tell him when we catch up with him…" sour look. "Fraid you've got it wrong, Cy….I call nobody, 'Master'…"
"Ah…So, it's love then…" grin… "Such a wonderful and easily manipulated emotion…Tell me, did he incorporate emoticon technology with the attitudinator stuff he got from gudt old Jack?"
"Attitudinator?" Ron, a bit worried now…
"He's just messin' with your mind, Ronnie…" Potential shrugged. "Very funny, Cyrus…Now suppose we take a ride down to prison in the police van and we can show the world the true face of kindly Cyrus Bortel."
"Dr. Bortel?" Ron starred.
"Come on, Cyrus…" she eyed him, ignoring Ron's anxiety…Nice old Dr. Bortel?...Professor Dementor?...
True, he always did seem to be working on stuff that wasn't exactly…Nice…But…
"…fess up and lets see if a quick surrender gets you time off for good behavior."
"You must catch me first, Drakken-girl!" Dementor cried. "Boys?!"
The goons advancing, Dementor raced back…
"You take care of these idiots, will ya, Ron?" Potential, hurrying after…
Uh…?