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Twenty Minutes Later...
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Drakken and Shego were doing some false testing on their teleportation device. Hopefully Dementor wasn't suspecting anything. Drakken had very hastily found a small Hershey kiss to experiment the teleporter with; by doing this he could have a "cover up" for Kim's slightly evident departure. "Shego note down that the Hershey kiss successfully teleported from location A to location B." Drakken commanded as he examined the Hershey kiss, making sure the whole item was in one place after the process of pixilation. Of course it was. Shego scribbled a note down on a clipboard and watched as Drakken made a pencil mark on his graph.
Scarlet entered the room wearing a pink bathrobe and sparkly amethyst slippers. Her blonde hair was pulled up with a claw clip. Scarlet's lower lip was blue and quivering, "I saved you some hot water Shego. I'm done with the shower."
Any excuse to get out of the room! Shego hurried out of the room without a second glance to see Drakken. "I left my clothes in here." Scarlet said, explaining her situation. Drakken was about to say something to her when the phone rang. Scarlet and Drakken both raced to it but Drakken answered first.
"Hello? Hello?" Drakken's raspy voice shouted with slight irritation. When the receiver spoke Drakken froze. It was Dementor! "Dementor, uh, Hi!" Drakken tensely wondered if somehow Dementor had caught on to their secret. Drakken gulped down hard. He tried to sound normal "What's up?"
/ / / / Dementor: I've scheduled Kim's doom for three oh' clock on Sunday. Drakken: Sunday? That's two days from Today! Dementor: I know! It's wonderful! Drakken: Are you *ahem* sure that we should do it so soon? Dementor: I'm positive. Drakken: I think it would be wise if you --- Dementor: I think it would be wise if you shut up. Be ready for Sunday, not Monday. Drakken: Okay. Dementor: I'll meet you at the deserted Sunset Diner at two thirty-five. Tell Shego not to wear her chemical ray gloves. Drakken: Why? Dementor: It is unnecessary. Drakken: Okay . . . Dementor: I'm going to be out of town, getting things prepared. In fact my plane leaves in about twenty minutes! Ciao for now! / / / /
Drakken clicked off his phone. That was an odd phone call. Why meet at the Sunset diner? What purpose did that serve? It was old and deserted. The only memories it held were Shego and Scarlet. With a bit of luck it was just a coincidence. Still it seemed really weird. And why so soon? Didn't they have to prepare? Drakken set the phone down and said to the eavesdropping Scarlet, "we're in trouble."
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Drakken and Shego were doing some false testing on their teleportation device. Hopefully Dementor wasn't suspecting anything. Drakken had very hastily found a small Hershey kiss to experiment the teleporter with; by doing this he could have a "cover up" for Kim's slightly evident departure. "Shego note down that the Hershey kiss successfully teleported from location A to location B." Drakken commanded as he examined the Hershey kiss, making sure the whole item was in one place after the process of pixilation. Of course it was. Shego scribbled a note down on a clipboard and watched as Drakken made a pencil mark on his graph.
Scarlet entered the room wearing a pink bathrobe and sparkly amethyst slippers. Her blonde hair was pulled up with a claw clip. Scarlet's lower lip was blue and quivering, "I saved you some hot water Shego. I'm done with the shower."
Any excuse to get out of the room! Shego hurried out of the room without a second glance to see Drakken. "I left my clothes in here." Scarlet said, explaining her situation. Drakken was about to say something to her when the phone rang. Scarlet and Drakken both raced to it but Drakken answered first.
"Hello? Hello?" Drakken's raspy voice shouted with slight irritation. When the receiver spoke Drakken froze. It was Dementor! "Dementor, uh, Hi!" Drakken tensely wondered if somehow Dementor had caught on to their secret. Drakken gulped down hard. He tried to sound normal "What's up?"
/ / / / Dementor: I've scheduled Kim's doom for three oh' clock on Sunday. Drakken: Sunday? That's two days from Today! Dementor: I know! It's wonderful! Drakken: Are you *ahem* sure that we should do it so soon? Dementor: I'm positive. Drakken: I think it would be wise if you --- Dementor: I think it would be wise if you shut up. Be ready for Sunday, not Monday. Drakken: Okay. Dementor: I'll meet you at the deserted Sunset Diner at two thirty-five. Tell Shego not to wear her chemical ray gloves. Drakken: Why? Dementor: It is unnecessary. Drakken: Okay . . . Dementor: I'm going to be out of town, getting things prepared. In fact my plane leaves in about twenty minutes! Ciao for now! / / / /
Drakken clicked off his phone. That was an odd phone call. Why meet at the Sunset diner? What purpose did that serve? It was old and deserted. The only memories it held were Shego and Scarlet. With a bit of luck it was just a coincidence. Still it seemed really weird. And why so soon? Didn't they have to prepare? Drakken set the phone down and said to the eavesdropping Scarlet, "we're in trouble."
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