The stoic heroes were now standing outside Middleton Hospital. Shego stared up at the sign above the doorway. "Ok... my first checkup", she mused. "This should be fun."

"Fun?", Ratigan thought, sighing. "Trying to dispose of Queen Mousetoria was more fun than this." He blinked, and shook his head. There was something seriously wrong with his thinking lately, especially since they had reached the hospital. Something strange was up, and he didn't like it. Something strange and magical.

"Well... shouldn't we go in?", Wade inquired.

"After you.", Drakken replied, stepping out of the way.

They walked into the hospital waiting room. "Look", Veeken said, pointing. Mrs. Possible was talking to a lady at the desk.

"Um, Ratigan, you might wanna hide", Veeken advised. "An anthro rodent would stand out a mile here."

"I might as well", Ratigan sighed dramatically. (For those of you who wonder, and there aren't many, Ratigan has the ability to shrink to normal rodent-size, or "travel size" as Shego would call it. It's like how the good fairies from Sleeping Beauty change size in the movie. Back to the story…) Standing on Veeken's shoulder, he asked "Are you going to go talk to her, Shego?"

"All right, all right, I'm going." Shego sighed as she sauntered up to Mrs. Possible, who turned in her direction. "I know this is sort of awkward, but I'm Shego. I think Wade explained this to you?"

"Yes, my husband told me about it", the doctor replied. "Ok, we have you scheduled right now, so why don't we go into this room?"

She led Shego into a nearby room for the examination. Ratigan was pacing, for he was as nervous as the rest of them, though not as nervous as Drakken.

"Ratigan, quit pacing", Veeken complained. "You're wearing a hole in the floor."

"I am?", Ratigan asked, poking his head out of the hole he had worn in the waiting room floor.

"So... Drakken", Killigan said. "How you hangin, there, laddie?"

"Not good", Drakken replied in a monotone. Ugh. "Note to self", he thought to himself. "Invest into condoms."

All of a sudden, a sound rang out through the room, which was all-too-familiar to the villains. It was the Kimmunicator.

"It's mine", Veeken said apologetically, pulling out her version of the Kimmunicator. "What up?", she asked.

live2swim appeared on the screen. "Professor Dementor just broke out of prison."

Drakken's eyes widened with shock. "Dementor", he thought. "Not good." There was only one thing the mad genius could do in a situation like this. He fainted.

Duff looked down at the unconscious Drakken, now lying in the newly-created hole. "Wow. He took that well."

Veeken looked uneasily at Ratigan. "Uh, Ratigan, should I explain, or should you?"

Ratigan sighed. "It's better if I did, if it's okay with you."

"What are you two talking about?", the rogue golfer interjected.

Ratigan took a deep breath. "Well, you see, the long and the short of it is: Awhile back, Dementor tried to get rid of Drakken with some sort of chemical that affects the brain and nervous system, but Shego took the shot. Thankfully, she didn't get hurt thanks to an antivenom. I think Dementor's out for revenge against Drakken and Shego."

"Well what should we do?", Wade asked. "Get Kim involved?"

"I'm not sure", Ratigan said. "Currently, I think it would be best to get the possible future father conscious."

"Aye, it's a hospital, you'd think they'd be doin' something. But lets get'em in a chair, and some water."

"I'll get the water", Veeken replied. "C'mon, Ratigan."

Ratigan shrank again, and climbed into a pant pocket, Rufus style. Later, Veeken was walking down the corridor, Ratigan discussing the predicament they had landed themselves into.

"This is just strange", he mused. "First, Drakken gets Shego pregnant, now Dementor escapes from prison! What next?! It's like this was all planned…"

Suddenly, Veeken accidentally bumped into a strange man wearing a dark blue cloak, that had strange Mid-Eastern designs on the edge. Other than that, the man was relatively normal… If he had been a hu-man! Veeken had watched Duck Tales: Treasure of the Lost Lamp enough times to know who he was. It was Merlock the shape shifter. Just then, he turned to look down at her.

"And where were you going, madam?"

"Oh, nowhere", Veeken said sheepishly. There was a brief moment of silence, then- "Bye." She dashed out of there as fast as her legs could carry her, leaving Merlock interested, and not a little confused..

Veeken hid behind a potted plant as soon as she thought she was out of Merlock, and looked back in the direction she came, with Ratigan climbing out of her pocket to look as well. "Well, that explains the weird aura about this place", he thought to himself.

Meanwhile, Veeken had other problems. "Ohh, we gotta warn the others!"