Chapter 17 - Villainous Heat

(A private island somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean, 7pm local time)

Senor Senior Sr. came right near the pool area where his son, Senor Senior Jr., was tanning.

"Father, why did you come in here?" Junior asked as he rubbed suntan lotion on his chest.

"I am here to tell you, Junior, that the heat ray is almost complete." Senior replied with manevolent glee.

"Ah, yes, very good." Junior said, playfully clapping his hands, "Can it help me with my tan?"

"No, my son..." Senior said, turning his head sideways, "The ray is intended for evil purposes as per tradition. It has the capability to melt solid steel off of a 70-story skyscraper!"

"So...I cannot use it even in its lowest setting?" Junior wondered, missing the point.

Senior groaned at his son's cluelessness.

"No..." he sighed, not even in the slightest. "...though we are still missing one piece that would make the ray fully operational."

"And that would be...?" Junior questioned.

"Project Phoenix!" Senior grinned evily. "With it in my hands, I will be able to make the world bow to me! And as per the tradition of evil villainy...the evil laugh!"

Senior then began to laugh evily.

"Bowing is not good for my spine." Junior replied, "I may need to hire a chiropractor."

Senior groaned even louder. "It is a figure of speech, Junior."

"Speech? I do not see him or her anywhere!" Junior exclaimed, turning his head around and looking around the pool area.

"Sometimes, I even wonder if you have a brain." Senior muttered.

"Now we...as an old saying goes...change gears." the elderly gentleman then added, refocusing his attention to a life of crime. "We need to steal the location device for Project Phoenix."

"How are going to do that, Father?" Junior asked.

"Simple, my son." Senior grinned as he held up his laptop, "All we need is the Internet, a clear location on where the Locator is, a jet...and, of course, 50 henchmen from HenchCo!"

Senior snapped his fingers and fifty henchmen appeared before him, twenty-five on both sides of him.

"So what do you say, Junior?" Senior asked to Junior.

Junior replied while putting down his tanning mirror.

"Okay, Father, but I may need to bring at least 10 jars of Le Goop with me to prevent any cowlick issues on the flight."

Senior muttered again under his breath, "I'll give you some cowlick issues..."

(Zugspite Mountain, Bavaria, Germany, 9pm local time)

Professor Dementor, in his usual outfit and protective helmet, was pacing along the balcony in his lair. He was observing the progress being made on a destructive Doomsday device of his own.

"Bill, tell me zat heat ray iz finally complete!" Dementor demanded.

"It is about 95% complete, Professor!" Bill, one of his leading henchman, replied.

"Wunderbar! Zat iz very good news to hear, ja!" Dementor grinned, "Because I..."

Then he shouted out loud "...CANNOT TOLERATE INCOMPETENT FOOLS!"

"No need to worry about that!" Bill replied, "You have henchwomen and us henchmen!"

"Yes, yes, I know that." Dementor said, "I'm an equal-opportunity employer, zank you very much!"

"Is there anything missing from your heat ray, Professor?" Bill asked.

"Zere is vun part I am missing from ze machine." Dementor said.

"Which part is it?" Bill asked about it.

"Ze component known only as...Project Phoenix!" Dementor explained, "From vhat I am able to decipher from ze black text ze US military puts, it has such power that it can melt A 70-STORY SKYSCRAPER!"

"So what can we do?" Bill questioned.

"Gather ze henchmen and ze henchwomen und put zem in ze jet! Ve are going to Colorado in Colorado to steal ze locator to ze device!" Dementor instructed.

As per his tradition, he gave an evil laugh with his fiendish red flashlight.

(The Carribean Lair, 9pm local time)

"Shego, do you know where the screwdriver is?" Drakken asked.

"Dr. D, do I look like your personal tool finder?" Shego snarked while filing her nails, "I believe the answer is no!"

"Bah...I'll look for it myself!" the blue-skinned scientist grunted. "I know that I must've last seen it on the couch cushions!"

He was then shifting through the cushions for any signs of the screwdriver.

"You really do need to stop embarrasing yourself..." Shego sighed.

"Come on, Shego! Be a bit more supportive of my latest evil plan..." Drakken complained.

"...That is going to ultimately F-A-I-L!" Shego shouted, "No thanks to your carelessness, the Diablo plan has unwittingly put your mother in a financial hole!"

"But I called her and said to her that it was very expensive radio equipment that got destroyed by...rivals! And not Kim Possible!" Drakken complained, for he had to still conceal the fact from Mama Lipsky under his radio personality guises. "This is going to be a much smaller-scale evil plan: a heat ray that is capable of melting solid steel."

"Mmm-hmm...and it's going to probably end up in the scrapyard just like all of your other inventions!" Shego muttered.

"Shego, at least follow through with me this!" Drakken insisted "I want you to steal the locator to the most important component of my evil plan: Project Phoenix!"

"Oh goody...another top-secret whatchamacallit to steal." Shego sarcastically replied, "Why can't you just invent this Phoenix thing? It's only going to waste gas on the hover car."

"Nonsense, Shego. Stealing is inherent in villains and villainesses like you and me!" Drakken replied.

He got all excited for a moment.

"Woo-hoo! I finally managed to find the screwdriver!"

"Yay...whoop-dee-doo for you..." Shego snarked. "As if I care!"

"Now...if you won't damper my excitement for a bit, we are going to find the locator to Project Phoenix!" Drakken exclaimed as he held up a GPS tracker. "And I believe I know where!"

The coordinates were locked onto Los Alamos National Laboratory in New Mexico.