Two Days Later - New Orleans - a warehouse in the French Quarter:
Shego was at a computer terminal in one corner of the large two-story warehouse, pounding on a mouse. "Grrrrrr," she hissed. "With Kim Possible gone, this computer is my only frustration. I can make a laser drill go through the earth's crust, but I can't figure out email!"
A door opened and closed at the far end of the warehouse. "That you, Dr. D? C'mere and help me get this program to work. Did you remember to get me chocolate?"
"No chocolate today, Shego."
Shego whipped her head around, then leaped out of her chair. At the door was not Drakken, as she had expected, but Ron Stoppable. He was dressed in his "mission duds" - cargo pants and a black shirt, and gloves. In one hand, Ron held a revolver, trained on the green vixen.
"Kim Possible's sidekick??" said Shego. "How did you find- how did you get in - where - what are you doing with a gun? Put that down before you hurt yourself, uhhh...I can't for the life of me remember your name."
"It's Ron. Ron Stoppable," he said, a scowl on his face. "Where's Drakken?"
Shego pushed the chair away with her foot, clearing her space. "Put the gun down...Ron.
You can't move fast enough to hit me."
Ron pulled back the hammer on the pistol, not moving otherwise. "I said, where's Drakken??"
"I don't know, he's out errr, getting groceries. Now put that down!"
A door opened a few feet away, between Ron and Shego. The blue form of Dr. Drakken stepped inside, carrying a satchel and a grocery sack. "Shego, they didn't have caramel, so I got you butterscotch. They also had a great deal on apple...sauce..."
Shego was pointing her finger at Ron. Drakken turned to the armed teen at the other end of the warehouse, who had now trained the gun on him. "Ahhh, the Buffoon," Drakken growled. "Come for revenge, I suppose."
Ron steeled his gaze on Drakken. "If it wasn't for you, Kim would still be alive. I hold you personally responsible for the death of Kim Possible, even if you weren't in the lair in Cancun...and you...are...gonna...pay."
Drakken looked at the floor. "Nooo, that would be a bad thing. We can't have that, now can we..." He called over his shoulder. "*Kim*!"
Yet another door opened, this time closer to Ron - and through it stepped Kim Possible. Ron's jaw dropped - until he spotted the patch on her sleeve - "23." He turned the gun on her. Then another door opened. "24." Then another. And another. Several more "Kims" stepped into the warehouse, each with a patch on their shirt. Ron turned the gun to each of them as they appeared.
"There now," Drakken sneered. "The party's all here. Now what was this about revenge?"
"So we didn't get all the clones," said Ron.
"All but seven, it would seem," replied Drakken. "One dispatched to your computer guru's house, and six with me while I was stealing some diamonds in Argentina. 29 in all."
"Scratch the one at Wade's house," said Ron. "She's waxed. And why 29?"
"It was a tribute to Shego," Drakken explained. "Her birthday is tomorrow, and I thought that the best gift I could give her would be to get Kim Possible out of our hair by ruining her reputation and making her give up that whole idea of 'saving the world."
"Aww, Dr. D," Shego cooed. "You shouldn't have."
"After all you've done for me? It was the very least I could do. And it seems that it worked out even better than I had hoped."
"Man, I gotta find something extra-nice for your birthday."
"Both of you, shut up!" Ron snapped. "There's not going to be any birthday party tomorrow for Shego, because she'll be in prison by then. And *you*...you've had your *last* birthday, Drakken." Ron scanned the room quickly. "Wait - I thought you said there were *six* of the clones with you. I only count five."
"There are six," Drakken replied. "The other is...well...she's around her somewhere. Now, let's stop all this foolishness about 'revenge.' Give me the gun, *boy*."
"No," growled Ron. "This ends - now. Shego's going to jail, and you're going to H-"
"How *Dare* you speak to me that way!" Drakken shouted. "Weren't you ever taught anything about respecting your elders? Would you speak to your parents that way?" He motioned with a finger, curling it toward Ron. "Would you speak to your best friend...that way...?"
The "Kim" standing nearest to Drakken began to walk slowly toward Ron, holding out her hand, her face taking on Kim's famous and effective "puppy dog pout." "C'mon, Ron," she purred in Kim's silky quiet voice. "You don't want to hurt anybody...especially not me...give me the gun and all is forgiven."
Ron raised the gun to "Kim" with a now-unsteady hand. "Get away from me...you're not Kim," he stammered.
"Kim" continued to advance. "Ron...I know you better than that. You're not like this. C'mon..."
"NO! You're not Kim!" shouted Ron. "Get away from me!" With that, he pulled the trigger. The bullet hit "Kim" in the shoulder, and jerked "her" back. The round went straight through "Kim" and struck Drakken in the arm. "Yarrgggh," he yelled as he fell back against the wall. Shego raced to tend to him.
"Kim" looked down at the bullet hole in "her" shoulder - then squared against Ron again, and kept walking toward him. "Why, Ron? Why??" "She" lowered "her" eyelids slightly, and looked deep into Ron's eyes. "Why would you do this, after all we've been through together? After all we mean to each other? Ron...don't do this...I love you..."
The "Kim" was now close enough to reach out, and slowly remove the revolver from Ron's hand. Ron burst into tears, falling back onto the floor, repeating, "You're not Kim...Kim is dead...I found her in the lair...she's dead...you're not Kim..." "Kim" crouched down next to Ron, and with a soft "shhhhh," slowly put "her" hand around his throat and began to squeeze. Ron stared into "her" eyes, disbelieving.
Shego and Drakken, his arm bandaged, appeared behind "Kim," "Aww, isn't this just precious," grinned Drakken. "The true courage and emotion of the 'sidekick' comes pouring out. Sooo touching...sooo heartfelt. Sooo...how would your late partner have put it...Sooo 'the drama'..."
"*SO NOT*!!"
The voice echoed out from an open second story window. Drakken looked up, his jaw slack. Shego did the same. Then Ron. Each of the "Kims" followed suit. Everyone shouted the same phrase:
"*KIM POSSIBLE*!?!?"
Kim was perched on the sill of the window, one arm raised and leaning against the window frame. Her shirt bore a patch - "29" - which she then tore off, and flung it to the floor at Drakken's feet. "Ron's right about one thing, Drakken," she said, pulling the Kimmunicator from the pocket of her cargo pants and setting it on a nail near the window frame. "This ends. Wade - *Now*!"
Shego ground her teeth together. "Aww, dammit - it IS her!"
A shrill noise emanated from the device, and the "Kims" all took on the same blank stare. Kim pulled a grappler from her backpack, and fired it at the opposite wall. It stuck with a solid "thunk."
"Shego!" commanded Drakken. "Destroy that machine! The sonic frequency will destroy the clones!"
"Gotcha," said Shego, and she ran across the warehouse to scale the wall.
Kim swung down on the line, pulling another grappler from the pack with her other hand, and firing it at the "Kim" that had "her" hand on Ron's throat. "Leave my friend a-clone," she yelled. The hook drilled the "Kim" through the chest, and "she" instantly released "her" grip on Ron, then fell to the floor.
Shego shimmied up a heat pipe to the window. She reached out to grab the Kimmunicator and smash it against the floor. "As always, nice try, Kimmy," she grinned evilly, "But not this tii-AAIIGGGHHH!" 60,000 volts burst from the Kimmuicator and raced through Shego's body. She lost her grip on the pipe and fell onto a stack of crates, smashing through two of them before losing consciousness.
Kim flew down on the rope, landing both feet against the midsection of another of the "Kims," sending her crashing through the door she had entered earlier. She jumped on the back of a third and rammed "her" head into the computer desk Shego had been sitting at, screaming "*Not* the Kim!" "She" bounced up for a second, then slumped over the desk.
The other two remaining "Kims" collapsed into each other, falling to the floor in a heap. Kim walked over to Drakken while dusting off her hands, and singing, "I am the One, the only One, I'm the Goddess of Kimdom Come." She grabbed Drakken by the arm, "Gimme the Prize," and looked at him with a wide grin. "I'm baaaaaack."
"Indeed," sighed Drakken, as the sound of sirens approached. Several police cars screeched to a halt in front of the warehouse, and officers entered to cart Drakken and Co. off to jail.
Two officers put cuffs on Drakken and led him to the door. Kim picked up the "29" patch and waked over to where two EMT's were pulling the unconscious Shego from the crates and onto a gurney. Kim licked the back of the patch and stuck it to Shego's forehead. "Happy birthday...bitch."
Shego was at a computer terminal in one corner of the large two-story warehouse, pounding on a mouse. "Grrrrrr," she hissed. "With Kim Possible gone, this computer is my only frustration. I can make a laser drill go through the earth's crust, but I can't figure out email!"
A door opened and closed at the far end of the warehouse. "That you, Dr. D? C'mere and help me get this program to work. Did you remember to get me chocolate?"
"No chocolate today, Shego."
Shego whipped her head around, then leaped out of her chair. At the door was not Drakken, as she had expected, but Ron Stoppable. He was dressed in his "mission duds" - cargo pants and a black shirt, and gloves. In one hand, Ron held a revolver, trained on the green vixen.
"Kim Possible's sidekick??" said Shego. "How did you find- how did you get in - where - what are you doing with a gun? Put that down before you hurt yourself, uhhh...I can't for the life of me remember your name."
"It's Ron. Ron Stoppable," he said, a scowl on his face. "Where's Drakken?"
Shego pushed the chair away with her foot, clearing her space. "Put the gun down...Ron.
You can't move fast enough to hit me."
Ron pulled back the hammer on the pistol, not moving otherwise. "I said, where's Drakken??"
"I don't know, he's out errr, getting groceries. Now put that down!"
A door opened a few feet away, between Ron and Shego. The blue form of Dr. Drakken stepped inside, carrying a satchel and a grocery sack. "Shego, they didn't have caramel, so I got you butterscotch. They also had a great deal on apple...sauce..."
Shego was pointing her finger at Ron. Drakken turned to the armed teen at the other end of the warehouse, who had now trained the gun on him. "Ahhh, the Buffoon," Drakken growled. "Come for revenge, I suppose."
Ron steeled his gaze on Drakken. "If it wasn't for you, Kim would still be alive. I hold you personally responsible for the death of Kim Possible, even if you weren't in the lair in Cancun...and you...are...gonna...pay."
Drakken looked at the floor. "Nooo, that would be a bad thing. We can't have that, now can we..." He called over his shoulder. "*Kim*!"
Yet another door opened, this time closer to Ron - and through it stepped Kim Possible. Ron's jaw dropped - until he spotted the patch on her sleeve - "23." He turned the gun on her. Then another door opened. "24." Then another. And another. Several more "Kims" stepped into the warehouse, each with a patch on their shirt. Ron turned the gun to each of them as they appeared.
"There now," Drakken sneered. "The party's all here. Now what was this about revenge?"
"So we didn't get all the clones," said Ron.
"All but seven, it would seem," replied Drakken. "One dispatched to your computer guru's house, and six with me while I was stealing some diamonds in Argentina. 29 in all."
"Scratch the one at Wade's house," said Ron. "She's waxed. And why 29?"
"It was a tribute to Shego," Drakken explained. "Her birthday is tomorrow, and I thought that the best gift I could give her would be to get Kim Possible out of our hair by ruining her reputation and making her give up that whole idea of 'saving the world."
"Aww, Dr. D," Shego cooed. "You shouldn't have."
"After all you've done for me? It was the very least I could do. And it seems that it worked out even better than I had hoped."
"Man, I gotta find something extra-nice for your birthday."
"Both of you, shut up!" Ron snapped. "There's not going to be any birthday party tomorrow for Shego, because she'll be in prison by then. And *you*...you've had your *last* birthday, Drakken." Ron scanned the room quickly. "Wait - I thought you said there were *six* of the clones with you. I only count five."
"There are six," Drakken replied. "The other is...well...she's around her somewhere. Now, let's stop all this foolishness about 'revenge.' Give me the gun, *boy*."
"No," growled Ron. "This ends - now. Shego's going to jail, and you're going to H-"
"How *Dare* you speak to me that way!" Drakken shouted. "Weren't you ever taught anything about respecting your elders? Would you speak to your parents that way?" He motioned with a finger, curling it toward Ron. "Would you speak to your best friend...that way...?"
The "Kim" standing nearest to Drakken began to walk slowly toward Ron, holding out her hand, her face taking on Kim's famous and effective "puppy dog pout." "C'mon, Ron," she purred in Kim's silky quiet voice. "You don't want to hurt anybody...especially not me...give me the gun and all is forgiven."
Ron raised the gun to "Kim" with a now-unsteady hand. "Get away from me...you're not Kim," he stammered.
"Kim" continued to advance. "Ron...I know you better than that. You're not like this. C'mon..."
"NO! You're not Kim!" shouted Ron. "Get away from me!" With that, he pulled the trigger. The bullet hit "Kim" in the shoulder, and jerked "her" back. The round went straight through "Kim" and struck Drakken in the arm. "Yarrgggh," he yelled as he fell back against the wall. Shego raced to tend to him.
"Kim" looked down at the bullet hole in "her" shoulder - then squared against Ron again, and kept walking toward him. "Why, Ron? Why??" "She" lowered "her" eyelids slightly, and looked deep into Ron's eyes. "Why would you do this, after all we've been through together? After all we mean to each other? Ron...don't do this...I love you..."
The "Kim" was now close enough to reach out, and slowly remove the revolver from Ron's hand. Ron burst into tears, falling back onto the floor, repeating, "You're not Kim...Kim is dead...I found her in the lair...she's dead...you're not Kim..." "Kim" crouched down next to Ron, and with a soft "shhhhh," slowly put "her" hand around his throat and began to squeeze. Ron stared into "her" eyes, disbelieving.
Shego and Drakken, his arm bandaged, appeared behind "Kim," "Aww, isn't this just precious," grinned Drakken. "The true courage and emotion of the 'sidekick' comes pouring out. Sooo touching...sooo heartfelt. Sooo...how would your late partner have put it...Sooo 'the drama'..."
"*SO NOT*!!"
The voice echoed out from an open second story window. Drakken looked up, his jaw slack. Shego did the same. Then Ron. Each of the "Kims" followed suit. Everyone shouted the same phrase:
"*KIM POSSIBLE*!?!?"
Kim was perched on the sill of the window, one arm raised and leaning against the window frame. Her shirt bore a patch - "29" - which she then tore off, and flung it to the floor at Drakken's feet. "Ron's right about one thing, Drakken," she said, pulling the Kimmunicator from the pocket of her cargo pants and setting it on a nail near the window frame. "This ends. Wade - *Now*!"
Shego ground her teeth together. "Aww, dammit - it IS her!"
A shrill noise emanated from the device, and the "Kims" all took on the same blank stare. Kim pulled a grappler from her backpack, and fired it at the opposite wall. It stuck with a solid "thunk."
"Shego!" commanded Drakken. "Destroy that machine! The sonic frequency will destroy the clones!"
"Gotcha," said Shego, and she ran across the warehouse to scale the wall.
Kim swung down on the line, pulling another grappler from the pack with her other hand, and firing it at the "Kim" that had "her" hand on Ron's throat. "Leave my friend a-clone," she yelled. The hook drilled the "Kim" through the chest, and "she" instantly released "her" grip on Ron, then fell to the floor.
Shego shimmied up a heat pipe to the window. She reached out to grab the Kimmunicator and smash it against the floor. "As always, nice try, Kimmy," she grinned evilly, "But not this tii-AAIIGGGHHH!" 60,000 volts burst from the Kimmuicator and raced through Shego's body. She lost her grip on the pipe and fell onto a stack of crates, smashing through two of them before losing consciousness.
Kim flew down on the rope, landing both feet against the midsection of another of the "Kims," sending her crashing through the door she had entered earlier. She jumped on the back of a third and rammed "her" head into the computer desk Shego had been sitting at, screaming "*Not* the Kim!" "She" bounced up for a second, then slumped over the desk.
The other two remaining "Kims" collapsed into each other, falling to the floor in a heap. Kim walked over to Drakken while dusting off her hands, and singing, "I am the One, the only One, I'm the Goddess of Kimdom Come." She grabbed Drakken by the arm, "Gimme the Prize," and looked at him with a wide grin. "I'm baaaaaack."
"Indeed," sighed Drakken, as the sound of sirens approached. Several police cars screeched to a halt in front of the warehouse, and officers entered to cart Drakken and Co. off to jail.
Two officers put cuffs on Drakken and led him to the door. Kim picked up the "29" patch and waked over to where two EMT's were pulling the unconscious Shego from the crates and onto a gurney. Kim licked the back of the patch and stuck it to Shego's forehead. "Happy birthday...bitch."