Later, Ratigan was looking for the others, when something caught his eye, er, nose.
"Let's see . . . Canvas pants, hint of ocean, various soils, berry deodorant, . . . rat fur? Okay, either Drakken used this meeting to clone me . . . or . . . Uh-oh."
Ratigan started running, turned a corner . . . and ran smack into Veeken.
"Ratigan?!"
Ratigan sighed, "Come on."
"What's the sitch?", the girl asked.
Veeken followed Ratigan to where the others were waiting.
"Who's the lassie?", Killigan inquired.
"Er, hi.", Veeken said, waving nervously. She thought "Oh great. I come here to do some smart shopping, and I end up in a really strange group meeting."
"Ratigan, who is this?"
" Er, Dr. Veeken, or Veeken for short." She turned to Ratigan, and said sharply "Ratigan, why'd you bring me here?"
"Later, okay?"
"Fine.", Veeken said, taking a seat next to Wade.
"Ok people, we need to start thinking up some ideas. Some good ones.", Wade said.
"Okay, I believe I am seriously missing the bigger picture here, so I think I'm owed an explanation.", Veeken said, not bothering to worry about knowing the sitch for once.
"Well, I'm sort of... pregnant.", Shego said. "And seeing maybe you haven't heard about any of us, but we're not exactly known for our good deeds, and that's making all this ten times more complicated, and came here to make a plan on what to do, and so far none of us have come up with any good ideas."
"Okay, the nasty rep, I know, but pregnant? That part kind of shocks me."
"Yeah.", Shego admitted, embarrassed. "With Drakken."
Veeken said "This just gets complicated by the nanosecond.", then thought "Memo to me: Collect betting money from others on bet that Shego and Drakken'll fall in love."
"Aye", Killigan said. "And we don't know what to do when its time for the baby to be born."
"I think the period is nine months, I think."
"That really doesn't give us much to go on.", Ratigan commented. "And to make things worse, we don't know who'd be willing to help. The only person I can think of who'd want to help would be-" as he started to beat his head against a hollow glass pillar "Kim's wishy-washy father. YEOW!" Ratigan winced in pain, clutching his head, then got an idea. "Of course!"
"The father of the girl that we've repeatively tried to destroy? Are you crazy?!", Shego exclaimed.
"Well, I don't see any of you coming up with a plan.", Ratigan retorted.
"The rat's got a point.", Wade said. "That's the best thing we've got."
Veeken quickly clamped Wade's mouth shut whispering "Ix-nay on the at-Ray" through clenched teeth to him.
"Ok?"
"You never watched The Great Mouse Detective when you were a kid, did you?", Veeken asked.
"That movie didn't appeal to me. So no."
"Let's just try out this idea before anyone gets hurt, or maimed.", Veeken said, rubbing her forehead in frustration.
Sighing, Shego said "What do we got to lose?"
"Wade, I think you'd better call him."
"Ok." After he pushed some buttons on his phone, Mr. Possible answered. "Hello? Dr. Possible? This is Wade."
"Hello, Wade.", Kim's father answered. "What are you calling for?"
"Um... we have a slight problem, and need to talk to you." After a brief pause, "Drakken got Shego pregnant and we need your help."
"What?! No Way."
"Yeah, and seeing as Mrs. Possible is a doctor, we were wondering if you and her could help."
"I'm not sure . . . How am I supposed to keep it a secret from Kimmy?"
"I don't know, just say that Mrs. Possible is with a new patient or something. That's not exactly lying. So you're willing to help? Do you think Mrs. Possible will too?"
"Once she knows it's one of my friends that needs help, she'll be there."
"Great! I'll fill in the other details later. Thanks, and bye!" He hung up and turned to the others. "He said he'd help."
Ratigan secretly flashed the thumbs-up to Veeken. Sometimes head injuries did wonders for the train of thought.
