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"Are you girls ready yet?" Drakken called adjusting his lab coat so it would be more comfortable. The girls didn't answer. Figures. The only sounds girls could hear are the sound of their blow-dryers and hair-spray dispensers. Drakken frowned and hurried back into the lavatory.
Not nearly what Drakken had expected. The girls were indeed in front of a mirror but they weren't prinking themselves. Shego was standing in what might have been one of her oldest most tattered battle outfits ever. It had been mended by several large black, cloth patches. Drakken saw that Shego had complied and was not wearing her gloves. Shego hadn't even turned around when he came into the room. Drakken figured she still must be having mood swings. Scarlet was clothed even worse than Shego. She was wearing a gray ensemble with a black and white vest. Her platinum hair was all hidden with a black baseball cap. "What's wrong girls?" Drakken asked apparently troubled. Scarlet-Rose answered, "We're probably going to have our most rigorous toll-taking mêlée today Drakken."
"Yeah . . . so what?" Drakken impatiently watched as Scarlet tucked her necklace beneath her vest. "I wish not to have blood spilt upon my prettiest of clothing." Scarlet explained as she tried to squirm her foot into one of Shego's ragged old boots. "Plus Dementor's a perv." Shego added through gritted teeth of antagonism. "True there." Drakken said putting his arm around her. Shego pushed his arm off and rushed out of the lavatory, tears once again flooding her eyes. Drakken groaned softly, he had done the wrong thing once again. Scarlet smiled and patted his shoulder. "She'll come around." She assured him as she exited the lavatory along side Drakken.
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The threesome took a deep breath staring at the rusty old sign that read, 'Welcome to the Sunset Diner. Now serving meals 25 hours a day.' Drakken chuckled silently. On his date with Shego, he remembered that sign. He always wondered how a café could manage to serve food for 25 hours when there were only 24 in a day. Drakken assumed it was just a really corny slogan. He also remembered another sign. It was even more peculiar. It wasn't your average, 'Keep out sign.' It read, 'Do not enter! Alarm will sound! Gas will release! A new reign of terror will come! And all will be doomed!' He had never seen a sign like it since. He still always found the memory hysterical. The place held so many reminiscences, good and bad. None the less, it was electrifying to be back, but they all still felt haunted by its ghastliness. A poster of Scarlet-Rose still was thumb-tacked to the building.
They all gazed at each other, with slight hints of dread in their eyes. The odds were all stacked against them, plus they were performing their act for an audience this time. When they walked through those doors, the spotlight would go on and there would be no turning back. No matter what, the show had to go on.
The moment was wordless, but they all seemed to say a lot just by their worried faces. Shego decided to be bold and nodded weakly at them before pulling the door open to Dementor's tiresome face.
"What took you so long?" He barked at the trio aggravated. Drakken apologized and made up an excuse of having difficulty finding the location. "Don't let it happen again." Dementor mumbled crossly. Shego and Scarlet's eyes wandered the empty diner. It was just an empty space, no tables, or chairs, or stage. Shego had and urge to go outside and look out at the nightfall again but she resisted. "Scarlet it's so nice to see you." Dementor said with a toothy grin. "Uh huh." Scarlet absently stared at her nails. 'I hate this.' She thought angrily.
"Get back in here you worthless good-for-nothings!" Dementor roared.
Andrea-Lynn, Monkey-Fist, and Killigan stumbled back into the diner. "You bellowed?" Andrea-Lynn's mumbled, "Where's the old man?" Dementor was glaring at her. "Eh, he be on his cellular, talking to his son." Killigan stated walking over to his most treasured golf bag. Dementor groaned loudly and rubbed his head.
Shego looked over her associate villains. Killigan was dressed in his traditional kilt. No big shocker there. Monkey fist was however wearing a two piece black satin kimono. He had it personalized to read "MF" on the pocket. There was also a beautiful gold trim. Andrea-Lynn looked quite peculiar herself. She was wearing but an orange bra and thong. Over the bra and thong was a sheer glittery salmon dress that glided along as she walked. She wore black studded boots with long fishnet stockings trailing up to meet her thighs. Her golden hair was twisted out of her face with ginger butterfly clips; big gold hoop earrings hung from her ears. 'She looks like a slut.' Shego decided. "Nice outfit." Shego remarked mockingly. Andrea-Lynn's face seemed to light up with pleasure, "Thanks!" "What's the circumstance?" Scarlet asked with a sneering face. "Well," Andrea-Lynn began, "Dementor promised to tape the whole battle if I agreed to help him. We're going to show the defeat of Kim Possible on TV! Fuh-reaky!" Andrea- Lynn stared up at the hidden camera and waved. "Gotta entertain the male portion of the audience." Andrea-Lynn clarified as she made kissy faces at the camera.
Senor Senior Senior walked into the room and slipped his phone into the pocket of his white suit. "Sorry, what did I miss?" "Never mind!" Snapped Dementor impatiently, "Just get in here!" The man unquestioningly listened and brought himself alongside monkey-fist. 'Now things are going to start.' Drakken supposed. He was right. Dementor gave the first command. "Killigan, Monkey-dude, go out and capture Kim, Ron, and that rat!" "Monkey- fist." Monkey-Fist corrected as he started out with Killigan. Shego promptly blocked their path. "Dementor, I specialize in capture, I ought to go." Shego didn't want Kim to have to really agonize through the capture progression. "Shego, I want THEM to do it. Step aside." "But . . ." "DO IT!" Dementor shouted furiously. Shego slowly moved aside to let the men through, then had a quick prayer with herself. 'Come on Kimmie.'
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"Are you girls ready yet?" Drakken called adjusting his lab coat so it would be more comfortable. The girls didn't answer. Figures. The only sounds girls could hear are the sound of their blow-dryers and hair-spray dispensers. Drakken frowned and hurried back into the lavatory.
Not nearly what Drakken had expected. The girls were indeed in front of a mirror but they weren't prinking themselves. Shego was standing in what might have been one of her oldest most tattered battle outfits ever. It had been mended by several large black, cloth patches. Drakken saw that Shego had complied and was not wearing her gloves. Shego hadn't even turned around when he came into the room. Drakken figured she still must be having mood swings. Scarlet was clothed even worse than Shego. She was wearing a gray ensemble with a black and white vest. Her platinum hair was all hidden with a black baseball cap. "What's wrong girls?" Drakken asked apparently troubled. Scarlet-Rose answered, "We're probably going to have our most rigorous toll-taking mêlée today Drakken."
"Yeah . . . so what?" Drakken impatiently watched as Scarlet tucked her necklace beneath her vest. "I wish not to have blood spilt upon my prettiest of clothing." Scarlet explained as she tried to squirm her foot into one of Shego's ragged old boots. "Plus Dementor's a perv." Shego added through gritted teeth of antagonism. "True there." Drakken said putting his arm around her. Shego pushed his arm off and rushed out of the lavatory, tears once again flooding her eyes. Drakken groaned softly, he had done the wrong thing once again. Scarlet smiled and patted his shoulder. "She'll come around." She assured him as she exited the lavatory along side Drakken.
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The threesome took a deep breath staring at the rusty old sign that read, 'Welcome to the Sunset Diner. Now serving meals 25 hours a day.' Drakken chuckled silently. On his date with Shego, he remembered that sign. He always wondered how a café could manage to serve food for 25 hours when there were only 24 in a day. Drakken assumed it was just a really corny slogan. He also remembered another sign. It was even more peculiar. It wasn't your average, 'Keep out sign.' It read, 'Do not enter! Alarm will sound! Gas will release! A new reign of terror will come! And all will be doomed!' He had never seen a sign like it since. He still always found the memory hysterical. The place held so many reminiscences, good and bad. None the less, it was electrifying to be back, but they all still felt haunted by its ghastliness. A poster of Scarlet-Rose still was thumb-tacked to the building.
They all gazed at each other, with slight hints of dread in their eyes. The odds were all stacked against them, plus they were performing their act for an audience this time. When they walked through those doors, the spotlight would go on and there would be no turning back. No matter what, the show had to go on.
The moment was wordless, but they all seemed to say a lot just by their worried faces. Shego decided to be bold and nodded weakly at them before pulling the door open to Dementor's tiresome face.
"What took you so long?" He barked at the trio aggravated. Drakken apologized and made up an excuse of having difficulty finding the location. "Don't let it happen again." Dementor mumbled crossly. Shego and Scarlet's eyes wandered the empty diner. It was just an empty space, no tables, or chairs, or stage. Shego had and urge to go outside and look out at the nightfall again but she resisted. "Scarlet it's so nice to see you." Dementor said with a toothy grin. "Uh huh." Scarlet absently stared at her nails. 'I hate this.' She thought angrily.
"Get back in here you worthless good-for-nothings!" Dementor roared.
Andrea-Lynn, Monkey-Fist, and Killigan stumbled back into the diner. "You bellowed?" Andrea-Lynn's mumbled, "Where's the old man?" Dementor was glaring at her. "Eh, he be on his cellular, talking to his son." Killigan stated walking over to his most treasured golf bag. Dementor groaned loudly and rubbed his head.
Shego looked over her associate villains. Killigan was dressed in his traditional kilt. No big shocker there. Monkey fist was however wearing a two piece black satin kimono. He had it personalized to read "MF" on the pocket. There was also a beautiful gold trim. Andrea-Lynn looked quite peculiar herself. She was wearing but an orange bra and thong. Over the bra and thong was a sheer glittery salmon dress that glided along as she walked. She wore black studded boots with long fishnet stockings trailing up to meet her thighs. Her golden hair was twisted out of her face with ginger butterfly clips; big gold hoop earrings hung from her ears. 'She looks like a slut.' Shego decided. "Nice outfit." Shego remarked mockingly. Andrea-Lynn's face seemed to light up with pleasure, "Thanks!" "What's the circumstance?" Scarlet asked with a sneering face. "Well," Andrea-Lynn began, "Dementor promised to tape the whole battle if I agreed to help him. We're going to show the defeat of Kim Possible on TV! Fuh-reaky!" Andrea- Lynn stared up at the hidden camera and waved. "Gotta entertain the male portion of the audience." Andrea-Lynn clarified as she made kissy faces at the camera.
Senor Senior Senior walked into the room and slipped his phone into the pocket of his white suit. "Sorry, what did I miss?" "Never mind!" Snapped Dementor impatiently, "Just get in here!" The man unquestioningly listened and brought himself alongside monkey-fist. 'Now things are going to start.' Drakken supposed. He was right. Dementor gave the first command. "Killigan, Monkey-dude, go out and capture Kim, Ron, and that rat!" "Monkey- fist." Monkey-Fist corrected as he started out with Killigan. Shego promptly blocked their path. "Dementor, I specialize in capture, I ought to go." Shego didn't want Kim to have to really agonize through the capture progression. "Shego, I want THEM to do it. Step aside." "But . . ." "DO IT!" Dementor shouted furiously. Shego slowly moved aside to let the men through, then had a quick prayer with herself. 'Come on Kimmie.'
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