Meanwhile, back in the waiting room, the others were impatiently awaiting the pair's return with the water. "What's taking those two so long to get that water?!", Killigan exclaimed.
Wade sighed. "Well, if you send those two on the simplest thing, you're bound to get results like this."
Suddenly, Veeken and Ratigan dashed into the waiting room.
"What took you so long?", Killigan asked.
"We've got a bigger emergency on our hands at the moment", Ratigan replied, panting.
"Uh huh. And what would this emergency be?", Killigan replied.
"I suppose you don't know who Merlock is, do you?", Veeken mused.
"The name doesn't ring a bell", Killigan admitted.
"Well, you ever hear of Atlantis?"
"Aye", Killigan replied.
"Well, it was everyone's favorite tourist spot until Merlock couldn't get reservations. So down she went!", Veeken explained, smacking the table and causing the goldfish in the bowl on the table to leap out of the bowl and back in. "Same for Pompeii!"
"Down, I say!", Ratigan squeaked in agreement.
"Well, what does Merlock have to do with us?", Wade inquired.
Meanwhile, Merlock snuck into the waiting room, disguised as a rat, unnoticed by most, except for a very perceptive Veeken. She dove towards him, snatching him up. "Ratigan, Drakken, come with me! The rest of you stay here!" To herself, she added "We're lucky Merlock hasn't transformed by now."
Ratigan grabbed Drakken by the front of his shirt, waking him up immediately. They dashed into the nearest boys bathroom, and Drakken put a sign on the door reading "Out of Order". Shoving Merlock into the trash can, Veeken slammed the lid on just in time, for, in the next moment, a pair of bear paws punched through, trying to slash the nearest thing or person to ribbons, and barely missing her.
Drakken backed up, trying to avoid the claws. "He's got a bear?", he asked.
"HE IS THE BEAR!!!", Ratigan shouted.
"Listen", Veeken said. "You two keep him under control. I'll go see if Shego's appointment is done!" She dashed out of the bathroom, leaving Ratigan and Drakken to deal with the wizard.
"What'd you do to get him so tweaked?!", Drakken shouted, backing away from the trashcan.
The lid popped off, exposing a pair of wildcat paws that kept trying to hit Ratigan. Ratigan thought a moment, then reached in, pulling out Merlock's amulet.
"What are you doing?", Drakken asked.
"This talisman is Merlock's source of power", Ratigan replied.
Suddenly, Merlock transformed back to his normal appearance, which gets him stuck in the garbage can.
"So what do we do with him?", Drakken asked.
"I believe an interrogation is in order", Ratigan said, yanking Merlock out of the garbage can and pinning him to the wall.
Merlock smirked. "You posses the strength of a thousand men for a mere mortal. I am impressed."
"What do you want from us, you little... thing?"
"What do you want?", Ratigan reiterated, before asking "Or, should we say, what does Professor Dementor want?"
"Is this Professor Dementor the one you want?", Merlock calmly replied. "I don't know him."
"Oh, come on!", Drakken argued. "Everyone knows Dementor-- short, yells a lot, and wears a lot of red and black."
"What?", Merlock inquired, You necessarily think I am a spy for him?"
"Well then why were you watching us?", Drakken retorted.
"I am supposing you have not heard of the great prophecy?"
"Prophecy?", Drakken said, interested. "What prophecy?"
"An ancient prophecy", Merlock replied. "Dictated to Collie Baba from the prophet Drago."
"That's not really answering my question!", Drakken fumed. "What's the prophecy say?!"
"A great evil, underestimated by his size, boastful by nature, shall try to destroy the two that shall be his undoing."
"Ooh", Drakken exclaimed. "Is it me?"
"The two beings, Yin and Yang shall create the beings that eventually lead to the evil's destruction", Merlock continued.
Drakken was speechless. Merlock continued. "You must make certain that the two companions thwart the attempts to destroy Yang, because she carries the two who eventually destroy Dementor." He turned to Ratigan. "Are you going to put me down now?"
"Let him go, Ratigan."
Ratigan shrugged. "Certainly." Smirking, he let Merlock drop to the floor.
"Let's get outta here", Drakken said. "I've gotta tell Shego."
"No", Merlock interrupted. "What I've said needs to stay between the three of us."
"But this concerns her, she should know, shouldn't she?", Drakken argued.
Merlock turned back into a rat. "Listen, if she knew, the stress might harm her in more than one way."
"Ok", Drakken conceded. "We won't tell her, but who's gonna protect her?"
"The prophecy said that three companions were to protect her, Yang, a hero who respects the balance of nature, and a creature of great power."
"But", Drakken asked. "Who is Yang?"
"That's simple", Merlock replied. "You."
"Me?"
~ * ~ * ~ *
Meanwhile, in the waiting room, the others were still waiting for Drakken and Ratigan to get back. Mr. Possible was sitting by Killigan, trying hard to make conversation. "So, what do you think of this whole mess?", he asked.
"I was just calling up Drakken to ask for my money, which he has yet to give me, and then I got into this mess! How do you think I feel?!", Killigan retorted.
"Well, how do you think Drew feels about this?", Mr. Possible countered.
"Aye, good point. Drakken has ten times more reasons to complain." Killigan looked around. "Speaking of which, where is he?"
At that moment, Ratigan and Drakken walked in, with rat-Merlock standing on Drakken's shoulder. Killigan stared. "Who's the rat?", he asked, earning a glare from Ratigan and Merlock, while Drakken shook his head violently. "Oh, sorry laddies", he said quickly to cover up his mistake.
Suddenly, Shego walked into the room, followed by Mrs. Possible. "Hey, everybody", Shego said.
"How'd it go?", Drakken asked.
"Shego, from my examination is two months pregnant", Mrs. Possible said. "Whether it's twins or just one, I don't know."
Ratigan stared at Mrs. Possible, mouth agape. The next second-.
"Congratulations!"
"I know!", Drakken said, pulling himself out of the bone-jarring embrace. "Watch the ribs! Watch the ribs!"
Ratigan let go. "Sorry."
