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Chapter Four: (something about villains.)
"So what's up, doc? We need to talk about your plan," the raven-haired accomplice of Drakken stated.
"The plan is to NOT call me 'doc'!" said Drakken, slightly exasperated. "You sound like Bugs Bunny. Besides, I told you my plans in last chapter. Or you could read it off the bulletin board. You KNOW I post my latest plans there."
Shego looked up at him and said, "Yeah, but it never got changed after you failed to create the giant army of mutant rodents. Speaking of the specs for that plan, it's a little wordy. You should take some writing classes or something."
"There's nothing wrong with my writing!!!!" retorted Drakken hotly.
"Oh yeah! You still owe me 25 cents!" Shego said flatly.
"For what?"
"Remember when I went and busted Kinesis out?"
"Yes."
"Remember I had to call you when I remembered you forgot to tell me which prison he was being held in? They don't call them PAYphones for nothing."
"Fine, whatever," said the evil doctor, rummaging for a quarter. "Here! Satisfied?"
"Very. Now, about your plan. I already KNOW what it is, but it still has one tiny little problem with it."
"What? There's nothing wrong with my plan!" prattled the criminal.
"Professor Moriarty is a fictional character," Shego said matter-of-factly.
"I don't follow you."
"Simply," Shego reasoned inspecting her fingernails, "that he isn't real. He might as well be a cartoon character. Like Snowman Hank."
"YOU LEAVE SNOMAN HANK OUT OF THIS!" shouted Drakken.
"I hate to be the one to inform you, but you ARE a cartoon," Kinesis broke in disinterestedly. "We all are. But that is beside the point. He was a real person. Now, if you both are through bickering, we need to decide when I should bring him back."
"Well, there's no time like the present!" Shego declared.
"Hey, it's MY plan! I'll decide when to bring him back! There's no time like the present!" Drakken said. "Do it now!"
"Brilliant," Shego sardonically stated. "How I marvel at your brilliant ideas."
Drakken didn't seem to notice as he tinkered with a defective robot.
"If I could have some silence, please. As I invoke my powers, I need quiet so I won't make a mistake."
"Why do you need silence?" questioned Drakken distractedly as he fiddled with the robot.
"What did I just say? Make noise and distract me? NO! I asked for silence! I even said PLEASE! I need to concentrate so I can call upon my powers to bring Moriarty from the past. Bringing someone back is much more difficult than just traveling myself."
Kinesis closed his eyes and began to focus on Moriarty. He focused on the villain, and began to summon the genius from the past. Kinesis began to glow and a shape began to form in front of their eyes.
Drakken, still oblivious to the proceedings, finished the robot on which he was working. "AHHA!" he cried as he flipped the switch. The robot sprang to life. 'What are your orders, master?' the robot droned.
"That distraction might have caused me to make a mistake, you blue idiot!"
The form materialized, and finally took shape as the evil Professor Moriarty.
" -ten away if it weren't for. Where am I? This is most certainly not England!"
"Welcome to Middleton, United States. I am-"
"Inspector Lipsky?"
"No, I am Doctor Drakken, criminal mastermind. That was my great great great grandfather. He was a strange one. Always trying to 'do the right thing' and promote peace and justice. Ugh, it's enough to make one sick!"
Meanwhile. at the entrance to the abandoned mine.
"-own fault for choosing the wrong side of the law! This isn't England. Hmm." pondered the great detective. "That species of tree is native to the continent of North America. More precisely, the United States. Somehow, I have traveled from England to North America. However impossible that seems, it's the only conclusion I can draw. But still," He paused for a moment, thinking. He walked over and crouched behind a bush, hearing the voices of Dr. Drakken and Prof. Moriarty.
"-and once we have destroyed Kim Possible and the buffoon, then we will rule the world!"
"An interesting prospect, Doctor. However, my main pursuit is to keep two steps ahead of that confounded detective, Sherlock Holmes!"
"Yes, but what if I told you that he wasn't here? The year is 2003! He has been dead a long time!"
"Well. I suppose I could help you. Now I must ask the cliché question, what's in it for me?"
As the two scoundrels argued, Sherlock Holmes slipped away.
'Interesting. Not only have I been transported between continents, I have also been transported through time itself,' the detective mused. 'I know that I am in Middleton, and that the year is 2003. I must find out WHERE Middleton is, and what has happened since my... disappearance.' He found someone who told him where the Middleton Public Library was, and walked there. He read rapidly, astonishing the librarian. Soon, he was caught up to date on his location, and the new timeline inevitably created by removing the sleuth from his proper time.
'I must find someone I can discuss this with,' he thought. So, like the informed person he was, he Googled 'Help', 'smart', and 'anything'. "Ah ha!" he murmured. He typed something, and sent it through cyberspace. Then he printed an address and left.
TBC
Who did Sherlock email? Where's he going? What are Drakken and Moriarty up to? Tune in next time for.. LOL kidding. R & R as always (you still are required to be nice. I'm still new at this. :-P Suggestions are welcome as well.)
Chapter Four: (something about villains.)
"So what's up, doc? We need to talk about your plan," the raven-haired accomplice of Drakken stated.
"The plan is to NOT call me 'doc'!" said Drakken, slightly exasperated. "You sound like Bugs Bunny. Besides, I told you my plans in last chapter. Or you could read it off the bulletin board. You KNOW I post my latest plans there."
Shego looked up at him and said, "Yeah, but it never got changed after you failed to create the giant army of mutant rodents. Speaking of the specs for that plan, it's a little wordy. You should take some writing classes or something."
"There's nothing wrong with my writing!!!!" retorted Drakken hotly.
"Oh yeah! You still owe me 25 cents!" Shego said flatly.
"For what?"
"Remember when I went and busted Kinesis out?"
"Yes."
"Remember I had to call you when I remembered you forgot to tell me which prison he was being held in? They don't call them PAYphones for nothing."
"Fine, whatever," said the evil doctor, rummaging for a quarter. "Here! Satisfied?"
"Very. Now, about your plan. I already KNOW what it is, but it still has one tiny little problem with it."
"What? There's nothing wrong with my plan!" prattled the criminal.
"Professor Moriarty is a fictional character," Shego said matter-of-factly.
"I don't follow you."
"Simply," Shego reasoned inspecting her fingernails, "that he isn't real. He might as well be a cartoon character. Like Snowman Hank."
"YOU LEAVE SNOMAN HANK OUT OF THIS!" shouted Drakken.
"I hate to be the one to inform you, but you ARE a cartoon," Kinesis broke in disinterestedly. "We all are. But that is beside the point. He was a real person. Now, if you both are through bickering, we need to decide when I should bring him back."
"Well, there's no time like the present!" Shego declared.
"Hey, it's MY plan! I'll decide when to bring him back! There's no time like the present!" Drakken said. "Do it now!"
"Brilliant," Shego sardonically stated. "How I marvel at your brilliant ideas."
Drakken didn't seem to notice as he tinkered with a defective robot.
"If I could have some silence, please. As I invoke my powers, I need quiet so I won't make a mistake."
"Why do you need silence?" questioned Drakken distractedly as he fiddled with the robot.
"What did I just say? Make noise and distract me? NO! I asked for silence! I even said PLEASE! I need to concentrate so I can call upon my powers to bring Moriarty from the past. Bringing someone back is much more difficult than just traveling myself."
Kinesis closed his eyes and began to focus on Moriarty. He focused on the villain, and began to summon the genius from the past. Kinesis began to glow and a shape began to form in front of their eyes.
Drakken, still oblivious to the proceedings, finished the robot on which he was working. "AHHA!" he cried as he flipped the switch. The robot sprang to life. 'What are your orders, master?' the robot droned.
"That distraction might have caused me to make a mistake, you blue idiot!"
The form materialized, and finally took shape as the evil Professor Moriarty.
" -ten away if it weren't for. Where am I? This is most certainly not England!"
"Welcome to Middleton, United States. I am-"
"Inspector Lipsky?"
"No, I am Doctor Drakken, criminal mastermind. That was my great great great grandfather. He was a strange one. Always trying to 'do the right thing' and promote peace and justice. Ugh, it's enough to make one sick!"
Meanwhile. at the entrance to the abandoned mine.
"-own fault for choosing the wrong side of the law! This isn't England. Hmm." pondered the great detective. "That species of tree is native to the continent of North America. More precisely, the United States. Somehow, I have traveled from England to North America. However impossible that seems, it's the only conclusion I can draw. But still," He paused for a moment, thinking. He walked over and crouched behind a bush, hearing the voices of Dr. Drakken and Prof. Moriarty.
"-and once we have destroyed Kim Possible and the buffoon, then we will rule the world!"
"An interesting prospect, Doctor. However, my main pursuit is to keep two steps ahead of that confounded detective, Sherlock Holmes!"
"Yes, but what if I told you that he wasn't here? The year is 2003! He has been dead a long time!"
"Well. I suppose I could help you. Now I must ask the cliché question, what's in it for me?"
As the two scoundrels argued, Sherlock Holmes slipped away.
'Interesting. Not only have I been transported between continents, I have also been transported through time itself,' the detective mused. 'I know that I am in Middleton, and that the year is 2003. I must find out WHERE Middleton is, and what has happened since my... disappearance.' He found someone who told him where the Middleton Public Library was, and walked there. He read rapidly, astonishing the librarian. Soon, he was caught up to date on his location, and the new timeline inevitably created by removing the sleuth from his proper time.
'I must find someone I can discuss this with,' he thought. So, like the informed person he was, he Googled 'Help', 'smart', and 'anything'. "Ah ha!" he murmured. He typed something, and sent it through cyberspace. Then he printed an address and left.
TBC
Who did Sherlock email? Where's he going? What are Drakken and Moriarty up to? Tune in next time for.. LOL kidding. R & R as always (you still are required to be nice. I'm still new at this. :-P Suggestions are welcome as well.)