Ratigan stared at Ron before finally saying "No. Way. In. Hell."
"What?", Ron asked, "Don't you trust me?"
"Ron", Ratigan replied, "I believe we've already established that: No."
"Come on", Ron countered. "Just because something is a bit unbelievable doesn't necessarily mean it's not true."
"Well, what if it's a trap?", Ratigan said in argument.
"Oh, come on", Ron sputtered. "How many times has that happened?"
"Six. And I'm not really willing to let it happen again."
"Okay, but what if we brought backup?", Ron inquired.
~ * ~ * ~ *
Ron dashed down the staircase to the lower level of the Possible household. Thankfully, the parents and the Tweebs were out, otherwise conclusions may have been drawn (mostly by Mr. Possible). Ratigan followed him, a bit disgusted at Ron's haste. "Ron, do you really have to hurry?"
"What're we doing waiting for Basil, Veeken, rons_gurl, Drakken, and Shego, when we could do this easily ourselves?", Ron retorted.
"Ron, you imbecillic fool!", Ratigan snapped. "Didn't our previous encounter with Professor Dementor teach you anything? He is a sadistic, psychotic, maniacal villain. And those are his good qualities." He sighed, walking into the kitchen. "No, Ron, I'd prefer handling this knowing I'm not in danger in case you get cold feet."
"Me?", Ron scoffed. "Ron Stoppable get cold feet?! How can you say that? How many times has that happened?"
"So, how can you explain that time we ran into some of those robo-clones in Syd's dimension?"
"..."
"My point exactly", Ratigan said, smiling.
"Ratigan?", a voice asked, but the arguers ignored it.
"Ratigan, those things could punch through solid concrete", Ron retorted.
"Yo, dad?", a decidedly female voice asked.
"No, really, Ron", Ratigan argued in a sarcastic tone. "Remember that two of those Ratigan clones hit me in the stomach. Hard. Do you know what it's like to see your last meal in full rerun?!"
"Are you asking for a rerun of that rerun?!"
"RATIGAN!!!", both persons called at once, snapping Ratigan and Ron out of their argument. They both turned around to see Veeken and Basil, who had been there to see the whole argument, while rons_gurl, Drakken, and Shego were sitting around the table.
"Are you through yet?", Shego asked in mock impatience. "Or would you like to finish this little argument you're having?"
'Shego, we were not having an argument", Ron stated, blushing. "We were having a normal discussion on whether or not I get 'cold feet'.", he added, glaring at Ratigan.
"Oh, please!", Shego exclaimed sarcastically. "The day I believe that, that furless rodent of yours will fly."
Ron pulled Rufus out of his pocket, gently tossing him into the air, and catching him again.
Ratigan sighed, turning to Veeken. "What did Wade find about that particular lair?"
Veeken set her Kimmunicator on the table, and the holographic projector showed a 3D model of a old, medieval castle.
"Charming", Drakken mused.
"Right", Ratigan concurred. "If you're Dracula."
"Wade was right about the scans", Shego said. "The energy readings are large, considering the fact that Dementor is supposed to be dead, and most of the stuff was taken."
"Right", Ron said. "So, what are we waiting for?"
"For your sake, Ron", Ratigan said, "I hope you're right. Otherwise it will be your neck", he added, motioning a slice across the throat.
To Be Continued, but here's a preview of the next chapter:
The small group walked into the entrance chamber, looking around for any signs of life. Suddenly the doors slammed shut behind them. "This does not bode well", Basil moaned.
"Hello?", Ron called. "Anyone home?"
"Well, well, well", a shockingly familiar German voice said. "If it isn't Professor Ratigan, Dr. Veeken, Drew Lipsky, Shego, rons_gurl, Sherringford Basil of Baker Street, and Ron Stoppable."
"Hey", Shego whispered to Ron. "He remembered your name."
"What?", Ron asked, "Don't you trust me?"
"Ron", Ratigan replied, "I believe we've already established that: No."
"Come on", Ron countered. "Just because something is a bit unbelievable doesn't necessarily mean it's not true."
"Well, what if it's a trap?", Ratigan said in argument.
"Oh, come on", Ron sputtered. "How many times has that happened?"
"Six. And I'm not really willing to let it happen again."
"Okay, but what if we brought backup?", Ron inquired.
~ * ~ * ~ *
Ron dashed down the staircase to the lower level of the Possible household. Thankfully, the parents and the Tweebs were out, otherwise conclusions may have been drawn (mostly by Mr. Possible). Ratigan followed him, a bit disgusted at Ron's haste. "Ron, do you really have to hurry?"
"What're we doing waiting for Basil, Veeken, rons_gurl, Drakken, and Shego, when we could do this easily ourselves?", Ron retorted.
"Ron, you imbecillic fool!", Ratigan snapped. "Didn't our previous encounter with Professor Dementor teach you anything? He is a sadistic, psychotic, maniacal villain. And those are his good qualities." He sighed, walking into the kitchen. "No, Ron, I'd prefer handling this knowing I'm not in danger in case you get cold feet."
"Me?", Ron scoffed. "Ron Stoppable get cold feet?! How can you say that? How many times has that happened?"
"So, how can you explain that time we ran into some of those robo-clones in Syd's dimension?"
"..."
"My point exactly", Ratigan said, smiling.
"Ratigan?", a voice asked, but the arguers ignored it.
"Ratigan, those things could punch through solid concrete", Ron retorted.
"Yo, dad?", a decidedly female voice asked.
"No, really, Ron", Ratigan argued in a sarcastic tone. "Remember that two of those Ratigan clones hit me in the stomach. Hard. Do you know what it's like to see your last meal in full rerun?!"
"Are you asking for a rerun of that rerun?!"
"RATIGAN!!!", both persons called at once, snapping Ratigan and Ron out of their argument. They both turned around to see Veeken and Basil, who had been there to see the whole argument, while rons_gurl, Drakken, and Shego were sitting around the table.
"Are you through yet?", Shego asked in mock impatience. "Or would you like to finish this little argument you're having?"
'Shego, we were not having an argument", Ron stated, blushing. "We were having a normal discussion on whether or not I get 'cold feet'.", he added, glaring at Ratigan.
"Oh, please!", Shego exclaimed sarcastically. "The day I believe that, that furless rodent of yours will fly."
Ron pulled Rufus out of his pocket, gently tossing him into the air, and catching him again.
Ratigan sighed, turning to Veeken. "What did Wade find about that particular lair?"
Veeken set her Kimmunicator on the table, and the holographic projector showed a 3D model of a old, medieval castle.
"Charming", Drakken mused.
"Right", Ratigan concurred. "If you're Dracula."
"Wade was right about the scans", Shego said. "The energy readings are large, considering the fact that Dementor is supposed to be dead, and most of the stuff was taken."
"Right", Ron said. "So, what are we waiting for?"
"For your sake, Ron", Ratigan said, "I hope you're right. Otherwise it will be your neck", he added, motioning a slice across the throat.
To Be Continued, but here's a preview of the next chapter:
The small group walked into the entrance chamber, looking around for any signs of life. Suddenly the doors slammed shut behind them. "This does not bode well", Basil moaned.
"Hello?", Ron called. "Anyone home?"
"Well, well, well", a shockingly familiar German voice said. "If it isn't Professor Ratigan, Dr. Veeken, Drew Lipsky, Shego, rons_gurl, Sherringford Basil of Baker Street, and Ron Stoppable."
"Hey", Shego whispered to Ron. "He remembered your name."
