Hi, everyone.  I've written a few fanfics before, but this is the first one to be put on a site.  Enjoy!  Respond!  Whatever!

            I do not own the characters of Kim Possible, Steve Barkin, Ron Stoppable, or any other characters other than the members of EGBT.

                        CHAPTER ONE

            Kim Possible walked down the hallway of Middleton High School, singing to herself.

            "If you find your world is cavin' in, you can bet you're gonna need a friend…"

            As she rounded the corner, the door to an empty classroom opened, and a large hand grabbed by the shoulder and pulled her in.  Kim turned around to see the six-foot plus frame and brown military haircut of Middleton High's permanent substitute.

            "Mr. Barkin?"

            "Possible.  I need to talk to you."

            "Uh…okay…"

            Mr. Barkin held out a handful of papers.  "As you know, part of my job entails keeping careful records of every club that is held here."  Kim flipped through the papers as Barkin spoke.  The papers had the names of various clubs: Chess Club, Drama Club, Penguin of the Month Club (October: Rockhopper), the basics of any high school.

            "So, then, what's the sitch?"

            "I have reason to believe that a club has been started without my consent or knowledge.  In fact…" he checked his watch "they should be meeting very soon."

            Barkin opened the door.  He and Kim leaned out into the hallway, just in time to see one of the students walk past.  Kim had been partnered with him in science class once.  His name was Steve Verruckt.  He was very smart and knew a lot about science, but was not a geek in any way.  He was about five-eight, and had short, brown hair that naturally grew towards the front of his head.  He was wearing a black shirt with a big green G on the front, which lately he seemed to wear every Thursday.

            "That's one of them," Barkin whispered.  "Find out what he's up to, then report back to me."

            A few minutes later, Kim was scrabbling around the AC ducts of the school.  She didn't like the idea of playing Spy for Mr. Barkin, but if Steve Verruckt was involved in something shifty, she didn't have much choice.  Looking through the vents in the duct, she finally followed him into a strange room that she didn't know existed.  It was made entirely out of concrete: the only light came from a single bulb hanging from the ceiling.  Steve approached a table, where his friends Allen Emprill, Don Metrodi, and Bob (no last name given) were seated.

            Allen sat up.  "You're late."

            "Sorry.  I had to pass through D-hall to get here."

            Allen, Don, and Bob stood up, revealing that they were wearing shirts similar to Steve's, except that theirs had an E, a B, and a T, respectively.

            "All right!" Bob called.  "This official meeting of the Evil Geniuses for a Better Tomorrow club will now come to order!"

            Kim's eyes widened.  An evil genius club, meeting in my own school?

            "I trust that you have done your homework, Don?"

            Don took a piece of paper out of a bag on the floor.  "I think you'll find my latest world domination scheme quite interesting."

            Just then, Kim felt herself move ever so slightly.  At the same time, all four members of the EGBT stood rigid.

            "What was that?" Don hissed.

            Steve looked up.  "You guys remember how last week, I loosened the bolts on the grate, so we would be able to tell if Barkin sent any spies?"

            Allen looked up as well.  "Yeah?"

            "Remember how you guys all bet me that it wouldn't work?"

            "Yeah?"

            At that moment, the grate gave way, and Kim fell nearly seven feet onto the desk situated directly below.  Steve smirked, as Allen, Don, and Bob all grudgingly took out their wallets and placed a five-dollar bill into his outstretched hand.