Principle's Office (2025)

Drakken glared at the waiting room outside the office. He didn't mind whatever reason they had been called in... something about his teenage daughters causing chaos was almost touching. He looked at Shego who held a bored look on her face, gearing up to act mildly outraged before they would undoubtedly laugh about whatever antics their children had done. No, his anger was at the new principle of the school in which his children attended and his history of flirtation towards his wife... which had been ongoing since their first visit.

While he knew Shego had no interest in the man, it still got under his skin. Luckily his mind was pulled from it as the office door opened again and two familiar faces walked in. He shared a groan of annoyance with Shego's eye roll.

"Aw man, what did they do?" groaned Ron as he and Kim closed the door behind them.

"Well if your daughter is involved, that takes out the girls for the reason we're here," Shego looked at Drakken with surprise before smirking, "It's about time."

"Finally!" grinned Drakken, "I was starting to worry about all the praise Drake gets about being so genuinely pleasant."

"I worried my coddling had an effect," snorted Shego in relief.

"I'm still worried about that," stated Drakken. He got an irritated glare from his wife.

Any tiff they might have been about to have was ended by Kim's interruption.

"You know, most parents aim for their children not to cause chaos," Kim sat down next to Ron.

"It's not like its a goal," said Shego.

"No. It's just a small perk," grinned Drakken. Shego snorted.

"Well, I'm kind of excited to meet the new principle," grinned Ron, "Maybe they'll be more reasonable than the last one."

Drakken raised a brow and leaned into Shego.

"You didn't tell them?" he whispered.

"And be denied pure joy at their reactions," Shego whispered back, "Never."

The door opened to the main office as the office worker came into view.

"Mr. and Mrs. Lipsky, if you want to head into the principles office," smiled the office worker. Their voice became condescending, "I know you know which door."

Drakken watched Shego give a pleasant smile and nod at them as they passed them.

"They drive the red Escort, right?" whispered Shego.

"You mean the one I'm sure will be engulfed in flames by the end of the week?" smirked Drakken.

"That's the one," she nodded as they knocked on the door.

Drakken watched as the door opened and he felt the scowl spread across his face as Shego walked ahead of him.

"Hello Steve," he heard Shego say.

"Ah, Ms. Go, always a pleasure-"

Drakken cut off the voice of Principle Barkin as he walked closely behind Shego.

"It's Mrs. Lipsky, Stevie," Drakken snapped. He watched the man's face drop from a broad grin to an annoyed frown.

"Oh, how nice that you are here as well," Drakken didn't miss the door almost hitting him as Barkin closed the door behind him.

"What happened now?" asked Shego.

Drakken darted as he watched Barkin reach for the chair Shego was near. If only to prevent Flower from making itself known to slap Barkin... again.

"Yes, what have our lovely... what words did the last principle use, Dumpling?" asked Drakken as he held Shego's chair.

"Menaces to society," finished Shego.

"I did see that in the file," muttered Barkin. He cleared his throat and looked serious as he sat down, "And after today's incident... I find it harder to ignore those words."

"Why would you ignore them?" asked Drakken, "It was a valid warning... honestly this is the problem with the world, Sheila. Blatant warnings... no one follows."

"Most parents object to their children being labeled as such," Barkin sighed.

"Yes, well... they are ours," smirked Shego as she gestured between she and Drakken, "Frankly it'd be more concerning if they weren't."

"Your son has-" Barking was cut off by both of them.

"Give it time," they said in unison.

"Hopefully," muttered Drakken. Shego nodded.

Barkin looked at them in deep thoughts.

"Right..." he took a deep breath and looked at Shego, "As much as I enjoy seeing you Ms-"

"Mrs." hissed Drakken.

"As I was saying," continued Barkin, "I can not ignore the riot your daughters and their friends incited today."

"Both?" asked Shego. Barkin nodded, "Huh, that's more of an Athena thing."

"Yes, Val is more the underhanded methods rather than riots," Drakken added.

"Yes, both. While I'm assure Athena was the main leader of the riot... the smoke bombs delivered by drones-"

"Val," nodded Drakken and Shego.

"... smoke bomb and drones," finished Barkin, "took it up to a very concerning level. The riot seemed to be over the casserole at lunch and them declaring they were toxic... somehow the casserole, well most of it... was set ablaze... and apart from it making us aware out fires extinguishers are out of date and that the janitor had rerouted the sprinkler hose to water the football field... its was an unwelcome lunch interruption."

Drakken nodded before looking at Shego, a wordless conversation took place before Shego spoke.

"Well, was it toxic?" asked Shego calmly.

"So you see- what?" Barkin stopped his rant.

"My wife asked you if the casserole was in fact, toxic?" asked Drakken.

"While our cooks aren't five star chefs, I don't consider any of their cooking toxic... and if I hadn't packed my own food today I would have happily eaten it at the staff meeting earlier like my colleagues," Barkin glared, "I understand your histories and that you two have a rather loose parenting style-"

"Loose? My wife has the whole family micro-chipped," Drakken snorted. Shego nodded and held up her phone, "The words you're looking for is loving parenting style."

"I have been principle for barely two months and I have seen you two in here more than I've seen my dog," snapped Barkin.

"Hmm, have you considered that your dog is happy about this?" asked Drakken smugly, "You do have a rather unpleasant tone from what I've heard."

"Drew," said Shego firmly. Bu he saw the smirk tug at the corner of her lips, "What my husband meant to say it... They're might be a valid reason for the riot... every time we've been here, has it not been due to a valid reason."

"Minus the Roomba army," corrected Drakken. Shego's face cracked into a smile for a split second, "Which to be fair, the floors of this school had never been that clean before... shame about that path to the lake really- Which mind you, we paid for."

"When?" asked Shego softly.

Drakken was silent for a few seconds before continuing.

"Which we will pay for," corrected Drakken, "I just forgot and assumed it was done."

"I don't have time to debate this issue... I have a middle school student who let all the animals in the science lab loose in the gym to deal with tonight," sighed Barkin, "Why I chose a K-12 school is beyond me- Your daughters are suspended."

"Are you-" Whatever yelling Shego was about to go on was interrupted by a loud commotion and the door bursting open.

Kim stood with wide eyes.

"Hey, hate to alarm anyone-" she was cut off by Ron.

"Zombies! There are- Barkin?" asked Ron. Kim raised a brow in shock, "Why aren't you in Middleton?"

"Stoppable?! Possible!?" Barkin grabbed another file on his desk and squinted at it, "Maisie needs to watch that coffee of hers!"

"I'm sorry, did you say zombies?" asked Drakken.

"Zombies... Mind altered slug people," shrugged Ron. He looked at Barkin, "What are you feeding the staff around here?"

There was a moment of silence between them all, save for yells and commotions in the hallways.

"If it turns out that this casserole involved... I will revoke the suspension," Barkin let out a long shaky breath.

A very short while, several fire extinguishers, and a handful of Global Justice medical personal later... Drakken and Shego sat on the hood of the hovercar watching as Global Justice in hazmat suits hosed down the staff members still coming off the effect of the toxic casserole. Drakken sighed and looked in the seat behind them where Barkin was sitting with wide eyed horror.

"I can't believe you ever went out with him," muttered Drakken. Shego nudged him.

"I wasn't myself," she snorted, "Besides... how often does a toxic can of catfood get used in a school casserole?"

"I'm going to say often... just not one of the old Leon's mix," Drakken shrugged.

"They were... slimy... and glowing... and..." Barkin muttered off.

Drakken shook his head and then glared as the hovercar shifted and Ron sat next to him.

"Does it look like there's room for three-" Drakken was cut off as Kim joined them, "You're scratching my paint."

"So Global Justice is assuming its an accident but wouldn't hurt to check into it with Camille Leon or Gill," said Kim. She looked at Shego.

"Considering neither care much for children... I don't think they'd bother," sighed Shego, "But fine. I'll make a phone call."

"Please and thank you," grinned Kim. She looked back at Barkin, "You'd think he'd be used to this kinda stuff."

"He had a slow period after we left Middleton," aided Ron, "Hey, Mr. Barkin..."

Ron trailed off as he made his way to harass the man in shock cowering in the seat of the hovercar.

"Drew, why don't you head home," sighed Shego, "I'm gonna go play nice with Global Justice for a few hours-"

"And you want me to go home and hide anything they might suddenly pop in to check on?" whispered Drakken.

"Doy," smirked Shego before kissing him and sliding off the hovercar, "Come on Kimmy, if I have to deal with the off the clock, so do you."

"What was that about hiding things?" Drakken heard Kim say as she followed Shego.

Drakken jumped as Ron's voice came from right behind him.

"Sooo, I'm gonna need a ride," came Ron casually. He looked at Barkin, "Do you think we should drop him off."

"I didn't agree to take you anywhere," glared Drakken as he moved to sit in the hovercar.

Ron stared at him and buckled his seat belt.

Drakken grumbled under his breath and glared over at Barkin.

"He might be in shock... he needs calm, peace, and to be watched," Drakken stated.

"Yup," nodded Ron, "Do we both watch him or-"

"Oh yes... there's a heavy metal concert Eddie told me about... and I feel in the mood," Drakken grinned deviously.

"So the choice is not to be helpful then," sighed Ron. "He did make my life hell for a while... but there were some good times... but not enough to argue about... okay but if he faints then we leave."

"I was waiting for an argument against it?" Drakken raised his brow as he flew the hovercar.

"... if Kim asks I did," whispered Ron, "I protested, okay."

"It almost swayed me even," Drakken snickered as they jetted off.

They made it thirty minutes into the concert before Barkin did in fact faint.

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