In Drakken's Lair:
A grid of TV monitors lined one wall of the den, giving off the only light, save the glowing embers in the large fireplace to the left. Scenes of Kim's classmates and fellow cheerleaders repeated over and over, a cacophony of Kim's voice tangled together in an endless stream of mixed speech, echoing the "promises" she made to people the day before.
Two figures sat in the dancing light of the monitors, shifting their gaze from one screen to another. One of them was doubled over in laughter, lifting his head while gasping for air, and bursting out again, tears streaming down his leathery blue face. The other sat, the cascade of her raven hair spilling over her gloved hands as she rested her head in them, the screens highlighting the smooth features of her green skin.
Drakken finally straightened up, wiping a tear from his eye, still uttering sighs of lingering laughter. "Shego," he exclaimed. "I can't believe you're not just beside yourself in laughter over the sheer brilliance and simplicity of my plan!"
Shego turned and sneered at Drakken, her head still in her hands, her hair falling over one over her evilly emerald eyes. "Right now, the only thing I'm beside is you, you giggling ninny - and, the plan was what again, exactly? A Video Day in the Life of Kim Possible?"
"Shego - this is NOT Kim Possible. This video comes from the clones I released on Middleton High School the day she stayed home with a stomach flu. Don't you remember when you dressed as a senior and slipped a virus into her soda just the day before?"
"Yes, I remember," sighed the voluptuous green vixen. "Half the football team followed me around for the rest of the day--" She shot straight up in her chair. "Wait - CLONES!?? That's what you were doing in the basement for two weeks straight? And you wouldn't let me near the place? You don't remember what happened the last time you messed around with clones? You didn't learn your lesson then???"
Drakken beamed. "Ahh, but these are clones with a difference."
"You mean these won't melt if your pour soda over them? What this time...ketchup?"
"Let me explain," Drakken shot back. "The difference is, they are not really clones in a true sense. They're a mix of clone, cybernetic and holographic technology. They have the skeletons of the Bebes, they're powered by a computer system capable of emulating Kim Possible's actions, expressions, voice and mannerisms to a T. And they're covered with a DNA-generated skin which masks any attempts to detect that they're NOT Kim Possible."
"Seems like a lot of work for nothing," Shego sank back into her chair. "Building a bunch of cyber-robo-holo-clone-o whatevers, just to imitate our arch foe. Wouldn't it have been easier to just go beat her up when she had the flu?"
A serious expression now filled Dr. Drakken's face. "Shego," he explained, "What happens every time Kim Possible fights us?"
"You mean besides the fact that she wins and we lose?"
"Exactly. Now, what does that suggest to you?"
"Umm...that we should give up trying to take over the world by evil and take up e-commerce?"
"*No*!"
"Okay, I give," Shego sighed. "What does that suggest to me?"
"If I can't defeat Kim Possible," continued Drakken, "And you certainly can't defeat her-"
"*Hey*!"
"Oh, face facts, Shego. You're obviously no match for her, physically. ANY-way...it suggests that the only one who can beat Kim Possible - is Kim Possible!"
Shego leaned forward. "Uhh, didn't you try this before, Dr. D? And it didn't work then either?"
"Yes, but this time I hit Kim Possible in a way we hadn't thought of before now. I didn't send in the clones to defeat her - I sent in the clones to defeat something she prizes very highly - her reputation. By making everyone think that Kim is lying and going back on her word, people will doubt and discredit her - and finally, after enough humiliation and alienation, she will slink away into the shadows, defeated by her own self-doubt! Then we'll be rid of her forever! How could this be any more brilliant???"
Shego stared at Drakken for a moment; then grabbed her stomach and burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter, falling out of her chair and into a fetal position on the floor.
"A-haaaa, you get it now, right? You see it?" he asked.
"Kind of," Shego gasped, "But I'm laughing more at what you said."
"What??"
"'Send in the clones'? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
A grid of TV monitors lined one wall of the den, giving off the only light, save the glowing embers in the large fireplace to the left. Scenes of Kim's classmates and fellow cheerleaders repeated over and over, a cacophony of Kim's voice tangled together in an endless stream of mixed speech, echoing the "promises" she made to people the day before.
Two figures sat in the dancing light of the monitors, shifting their gaze from one screen to another. One of them was doubled over in laughter, lifting his head while gasping for air, and bursting out again, tears streaming down his leathery blue face. The other sat, the cascade of her raven hair spilling over her gloved hands as she rested her head in them, the screens highlighting the smooth features of her green skin.
Drakken finally straightened up, wiping a tear from his eye, still uttering sighs of lingering laughter. "Shego," he exclaimed. "I can't believe you're not just beside yourself in laughter over the sheer brilliance and simplicity of my plan!"
Shego turned and sneered at Drakken, her head still in her hands, her hair falling over one over her evilly emerald eyes. "Right now, the only thing I'm beside is you, you giggling ninny - and, the plan was what again, exactly? A Video Day in the Life of Kim Possible?"
"Shego - this is NOT Kim Possible. This video comes from the clones I released on Middleton High School the day she stayed home with a stomach flu. Don't you remember when you dressed as a senior and slipped a virus into her soda just the day before?"
"Yes, I remember," sighed the voluptuous green vixen. "Half the football team followed me around for the rest of the day--" She shot straight up in her chair. "Wait - CLONES!?? That's what you were doing in the basement for two weeks straight? And you wouldn't let me near the place? You don't remember what happened the last time you messed around with clones? You didn't learn your lesson then???"
Drakken beamed. "Ahh, but these are clones with a difference."
"You mean these won't melt if your pour soda over them? What this time...ketchup?"
"Let me explain," Drakken shot back. "The difference is, they are not really clones in a true sense. They're a mix of clone, cybernetic and holographic technology. They have the skeletons of the Bebes, they're powered by a computer system capable of emulating Kim Possible's actions, expressions, voice and mannerisms to a T. And they're covered with a DNA-generated skin which masks any attempts to detect that they're NOT Kim Possible."
"Seems like a lot of work for nothing," Shego sank back into her chair. "Building a bunch of cyber-robo-holo-clone-o whatevers, just to imitate our arch foe. Wouldn't it have been easier to just go beat her up when she had the flu?"
A serious expression now filled Dr. Drakken's face. "Shego," he explained, "What happens every time Kim Possible fights us?"
"You mean besides the fact that she wins and we lose?"
"Exactly. Now, what does that suggest to you?"
"Umm...that we should give up trying to take over the world by evil and take up e-commerce?"
"*No*!"
"Okay, I give," Shego sighed. "What does that suggest to me?"
"If I can't defeat Kim Possible," continued Drakken, "And you certainly can't defeat her-"
"*Hey*!"
"Oh, face facts, Shego. You're obviously no match for her, physically. ANY-way...it suggests that the only one who can beat Kim Possible - is Kim Possible!"
Shego leaned forward. "Uhh, didn't you try this before, Dr. D? And it didn't work then either?"
"Yes, but this time I hit Kim Possible in a way we hadn't thought of before now. I didn't send in the clones to defeat her - I sent in the clones to defeat something she prizes very highly - her reputation. By making everyone think that Kim is lying and going back on her word, people will doubt and discredit her - and finally, after enough humiliation and alienation, she will slink away into the shadows, defeated by her own self-doubt! Then we'll be rid of her forever! How could this be any more brilliant???"
Shego stared at Drakken for a moment; then grabbed her stomach and burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter, falling out of her chair and into a fetal position on the floor.
"A-haaaa, you get it now, right? You see it?" he asked.
"Kind of," Shego gasped, "But I'm laughing more at what you said."
"What??"
"'Send in the clones'? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"