Shego turned to Wade. "Do you think you could get us a ride to the Señors' island?"

            "No big", Wade replied. "I did some consulting work for a French aeronautics firm. They're sending their helicopter as I speak."

            "It'll work", Ratigan sighed, before noticing Drakken was staring at him again. "What did I say about comparisons involving me and Vincent Price?", he asked, threateningly.

            "Don't do it or you'll hit me with a clipboard?", Drakken sheepishly offered.

            "Right", Ratigan growled.

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            Five minutes later, the rag-tag group found themselves in the back of a helicopter. The flight would have been normal enough, if the helicopter wasn't lacking a pilot. "This can not be safe.", Drakken said, gulping.

            "Don't be babies", Wade said, laughing. "The pilot-less drone chopper is awesome. The military uses it for missions too risky for human beings."

            "I can see why", Shego groaned.

            They reached the island without much trouble, aside from Drakken curling up into a fetal position. The landing pad was next to the Señors' manor, where the two villains were waiting. "Nice place", Ratigan commented.

            They landed with a thud. Ratigan stepped down from the helicopter, looking around at the surroundings. "Nice place", he repeated. Jr. stepped forward, chivalrously helping Shego down from the helicopter.

            Killigan stepped down next. "Don't bother asking if there's a golf course", Sr. interjected. "There isn't one."

            "It's just as well", Killigan mused. "I didn't bring my clubs."

            Veeken hopped down, and barely leapt out of the way before Drakken fell spread-eagled onto the ground. "I kiss the sweet earth!!!", he shouted, pressing himself flat against the ground.

            "What's up with him?", Jr. asked Shego.

            "Well, usually he's okay with flying in a helicopter", Shego commented, adding "But a helicopter that's flown by remote control isn't exactly easy to get used to."

            Meanwhile, Sr. approached Ratigan reverently. "And this must be the famed Professor Ratigan", he said, shaking his hand vigorously.

            "Um… right. That would be me", Ratigan said nervously, before whispering to Veeken, "This man creeps me out. He reads minds."

            "Let me show you around", Sr. said, gesturing towards the doorway.

            As the group started towards the door, Jr. asked "What is it with your strange companion?", pointing to Ratigan.

            "I have no clue", Shego stated simply. Jr. shrugged and left it at that.

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            "And this is my room", Veeken said cheerfully, walking into the large bedroom. It was pretty much similar to her bedroom back at KP College, only the bed was placed against the wall towards the middle. Of course, aside from the similarities, this still was a different bedroom, and KP College was another universe away. "As if life could get any weirder", she mused to herself.

            "Salutations", Ratigan's voice chirped from the doorway.

            "You're certainly cheerful", Veeken commented.

            "Well, slightly. I've been to the library."

            "How big is it?", Veeken asked.

            There was an awkward moment of silence before Ratigan said "Sr. has a lot of time on his hands, I'll bet. Listen", he added, looking into the hallway, "Where do you suppose Jr. is at the moment?"

            "I dunno", Veeken said. "But it's probably not safe to change back right now."

            "Oh, well", Ratigan sighed, walking down the hallway. "I'm going to find Shego, and maybe a book on the internal workings of humans."

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            Shego walked through the doorway, and glanced about the massive library. Unknown to her, Ratigan was sitting at one of the tables, reading a medical journal, and not looking pleased with what he was seeing. "It's interesting", she mused, "being back here again."

            "I wouldn't say that if I were you", Ratigan commented, "considering the circumstances."

            "So I'm pregnant", Shego scoffed, "So what? I'm strong, I'll survive."

            "Well", Ratigan retorted, "Do you know how long pregnancy lasts?"

            "Nine months, I think."

            "And how long did Mrs. Possible say you've been pregnant?"

            "Two months."

            "Which means", Ratigan continued, "That it'll be seven months before you give birth, give or take a week."

            "Lucky me", Shego said sarcastically. "Seven months with you. Yes, my evil career is so in the toilet."

            "And the world's deadliest golfer, and the world's most foolhardy mad scientist", Ratigan added.

            "Says the former World's Greatest Criminal Mind", Shego retorted.

            "At least I've had more success than the others."

            "You have somewhere to be right now?" Shego asked, not willing to lose an argument to a rodent.

            "Fine." He turned, and was about to walk out the door, when he turned and said "One question, though. How do you humans live without tails?"

            Shego raised an eyebrow at the question. "And you asked me this… why?"

            "Well, considering that you'll be nauseous and volatile tomorrow, it sounded like a good idea to ask now."

            Shego rolled her eyes. "Going? Now?"

            "Fine", Ratigan said calmly, shrugging his shoulders and walking out the door. Shego put a hand to her forehead and shook her head. This couldn't get any worse…

            To Be Continued…