Shego desperately ran her brush through her cloud of raven hair. "Rats! I am really having a bad hair day!" She glanced at her boss at the opposite end of the writing desk. "Then again, it's better than having a bad hair life."
Dr. Drakken was too absorbed in reading the case file to hear her.
Knock, knock. The door opened, and Officer Deeptrouble entered the room. "Prosecutor!"
"Ever heard of waiting for someone to answer the door?" muttered Shego, filing her long, painted nails.
"What is it?!" snapped Drakken. "I'm very busy!"
The detective held up a plastic bag. "We looked over the crime scene again and found this."
Drakken grinned as he opened the bag and drew out a black beret. "Thanks. I'll be sure to fit it into my case." He waited until Deeptrouble left, then turned it over and drew a blond hair from the brim. "I didn't expect this."
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Kim turned on the Kimmunicator. "Wade, did you find anything?"
Wade hit a few keys on his keyboard. "I looked up police reports this week. The only thing besides the Clutchcoin robbery was a break-in at the hardware store."
"What was taken?"
"Just a small can of pink paint and a hand drill. Don't think it's relevant."
"Keep me posted." The teenager sighed. "What am I going to do?" She looked around the empty room. "I know Ron's innocent, but who will believe me?"
"I believe you," came a voice from the door. Marguerite leaned on the door frame. "I didn't mean to startle you, Miss Possible." She laughed slightly. "Funny, given your reputation, I thought your opinion would actually be listened to."
"Not with that gargoyle for a judge," piped up Wade from the Kimmunicator.
"Wade!" Kim turned off the electronic device, then adjusted the collar of the grey suit.
"Why did you shut him off? He's right," joked the female police officer. "Sometimes Bettina Strickley acts like a stone statue, and it's about time someone pointed that out. Where's your friend, anyway?"
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"What are you doing in here, Drakken?"
"Can't I at least get a little chummy with my future cellmate?"
"So not. I didn't take that jewelry and you know it." Ron scratched beneath his collar.
The mad scientist smirked. "That may be true, as far as you know, buffoony sidekick. But when the jury sees the vast amount of evidence against you, one word will flash through their minds: guilty! And when the media finds out about it, guess what?"
"We're going be watching a lot of TV?"
How does that insufferable teenage interloper deal with him, wondered Drakken silently.
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"This is the last time I take a juvenile court case!" Judge Strickley declared, adjusting her black robe.
"Relax, Bettie. It's only until Judge Pleaser gets back from vacation," reassured the Bailiff.
"I certainly hope so. You know, this case has a funny feel to it. Could any burglar be so stupid as to leave that much evidence? And why would a teenage boy be interested in that necklace?"
"Girlfriend has expensive taste?"
"That wasn't funny."
"I'm sorry, Judge," snickered Bailiff. "I'll stop in a second."
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"Why did you take that necklace?" asked Drakken.
"I did not."
Shego was trying on lace white gloves, in lieu of her usual ray-gloves. "Could you wait until the trial?"
"Shego, the preliminaries are everything! Anyway...um...Don...no, that can't be right...never mind. Those diamonds were probably meant to be a gift, which is why they were found in your possession! Everyone knows that diamonds are a girl's best friend. My lovely co-council can definitely attest to that."
"Actually, I prefer emeralds." Where have you gone, DiMaggio, she thought to herself. "I'll be right back. I need to suit up." She left.
"Well, hurry up! Trial's in five minutes!"
"Ooh, plenty of time!"
Not even Kim dresses as fast as Shego, thought Ron to himself.
To be continued
Dr. Drakken was too absorbed in reading the case file to hear her.
Knock, knock. The door opened, and Officer Deeptrouble entered the room. "Prosecutor!"
"Ever heard of waiting for someone to answer the door?" muttered Shego, filing her long, painted nails.
"What is it?!" snapped Drakken. "I'm very busy!"
The detective held up a plastic bag. "We looked over the crime scene again and found this."
Drakken grinned as he opened the bag and drew out a black beret. "Thanks. I'll be sure to fit it into my case." He waited until Deeptrouble left, then turned it over and drew a blond hair from the brim. "I didn't expect this."
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Kim turned on the Kimmunicator. "Wade, did you find anything?"
Wade hit a few keys on his keyboard. "I looked up police reports this week. The only thing besides the Clutchcoin robbery was a break-in at the hardware store."
"What was taken?"
"Just a small can of pink paint and a hand drill. Don't think it's relevant."
"Keep me posted." The teenager sighed. "What am I going to do?" She looked around the empty room. "I know Ron's innocent, but who will believe me?"
"I believe you," came a voice from the door. Marguerite leaned on the door frame. "I didn't mean to startle you, Miss Possible." She laughed slightly. "Funny, given your reputation, I thought your opinion would actually be listened to."
"Not with that gargoyle for a judge," piped up Wade from the Kimmunicator.
"Wade!" Kim turned off the electronic device, then adjusted the collar of the grey suit.
"Why did you shut him off? He's right," joked the female police officer. "Sometimes Bettina Strickley acts like a stone statue, and it's about time someone pointed that out. Where's your friend, anyway?"
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"What are you doing in here, Drakken?"
"Can't I at least get a little chummy with my future cellmate?"
"So not. I didn't take that jewelry and you know it." Ron scratched beneath his collar.
The mad scientist smirked. "That may be true, as far as you know, buffoony sidekick. But when the jury sees the vast amount of evidence against you, one word will flash through their minds: guilty! And when the media finds out about it, guess what?"
"We're going be watching a lot of TV?"
How does that insufferable teenage interloper deal with him, wondered Drakken silently.
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"This is the last time I take a juvenile court case!" Judge Strickley declared, adjusting her black robe.
"Relax, Bettie. It's only until Judge Pleaser gets back from vacation," reassured the Bailiff.
"I certainly hope so. You know, this case has a funny feel to it. Could any burglar be so stupid as to leave that much evidence? And why would a teenage boy be interested in that necklace?"
"Girlfriend has expensive taste?"
"That wasn't funny."
"I'm sorry, Judge," snickered Bailiff. "I'll stop in a second."
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"Why did you take that necklace?" asked Drakken.
"I did not."
Shego was trying on lace white gloves, in lieu of her usual ray-gloves. "Could you wait until the trial?"
"Shego, the preliminaries are everything! Anyway...um...Don...no, that can't be right...never mind. Those diamonds were probably meant to be a gift, which is why they were found in your possession! Everyone knows that diamonds are a girl's best friend. My lovely co-council can definitely attest to that."
"Actually, I prefer emeralds." Where have you gone, DiMaggio, she thought to herself. "I'll be right back. I need to suit up." She left.
"Well, hurry up! Trial's in five minutes!"
"Ooh, plenty of time!"
Not even Kim dresses as fast as Shego, thought Ron to himself.
To be continued