(Cut to the interior of Veeken's bedroom. It is like any normal teenage bedroom, or it would, if it weren't for the glowing blue portal next to the computer desk. Veeken walks in, now wearing a forest-green tank top-styled jersey with the words "Mt. Healthy Tigers", which are yellow and in jersey-style type, with a yellow with green stripes tiger underneath it, and tan cargoes.)

Veeken: Geez, that's the last time I ever say "It can't get any worse" again.

Voice: Problem?

(Veeken whips around, ready to fight who said that, but relaxes. Cut to what Veeken was ready to fight: A pale-white mouse, about Basil's size, sitting on the bed, wearing Neo-styled clothing {The black leather jacket, black shirt, black pants, boots, sunglasses}. This is Neo {AN: Thought I was gonna say Morpheus? Huh?}.)

Veeken: Thank God. For a moment, I thought it was something dangerous like, oh, say, Shego.

Neo: (chuckles) Very funny, Veeken. (stands up from the bed) So, how's your father?

Veeken: Same old, same old. Personally, I'm surprised he doesn't get annoyed whenever your name gets unearthed in the conversation.

Neo: If you're referring to the incident with Eris, I was barely involved. All I did was give your father a little nudge out the door.

Veeken: (laughs) Whatever you did, you've been officially labeled a disturber of the peace. Or, at least, by Basil at any rate.

(Neo smiles.)

Veeken: (cont) So, what did you come here for, or did you just miss the melodious sound of my voice?

Neo: Oh, right. I came to tell you that there was some suspicious activity at the local museum.

Veeken: Oh.

Neo: I told Ash earlier, but I decided to tell you myself. As for Ash, she should be here in about 3, 2, 1-.

(Veeken's Kimmunicator beeps.)

Veeken: Should I?

Neo: (shrugging) Might as well.

(Veeken answers her Kimmunicator, holding back a snicker.)

Veeken: What's the sitch, Ash?

Ash: There have been some suspicious activities at the Mousepolitan Museum of Art. From what signs I've seen, I think Drakken and Shego might be behind it. (notices Veeken's expression) What?

Veeken: Um, someone already told me that. (holds the Kimmunicator so Ash can see Neo)

Ash: Oh. So, you're up for a mission?
Veeken: Definitely. I'll go get Des and we'll be off. (to Neo) Wanna come with?

Neo: No thanks. I have some work to do for HJ. Y'know, stuff for "you-know-what".

Veeken: Huh? Oh, that.

(Cut to the interior of the Mousepolitan Museum. A mouse guard is sleeping in a chair with his feet propped up. Suddenly, there's a crash, and he awakens. Along with him, several mice dash off-screen in the direction of the crash. Suddenly-.)

Guard: What the-?!

(Several sounds of fighting can be heard, then there's silence. A shadowy, feminine figure stalks on screen, and raises a green, flaming fist. Cut to the roof. A rope shoots in from off-screen, attaching to the roof, and Veeken and Des, dressed in KP styled-clothing, slide down the rope to the roof. Cut to Veeken and Des )

Des: Do you suppose anyone's suspected anything yet?

Veeken: No way. The disguises were foolproof.

Des: So you think Shego might fall for them?

Veeken: Yeah . . . . no.

Des: Darn.

(An eerily familiar form appears behind Des and Veeken.)

Veeken: Say, Des?

Des: What?

Veeken: Have you ever had the feeling where you can't tell if you're awake or if you're dreaming?

Des: Uh, Veek? Wrong Fanfiction.net section.

(The form moves slowly into the light, revealing Professor Ratigan. The REAL Ratigan {AN: That'd make an interesting title for a cloning fic, don't ya think}.)

Veeken: Sorry. I mean, do you have the feeling we're being-?

Ratigan: Watched?

(Des and Veeken turn to face Ratigan with embarrassed looks on their faces.)

Des: Um, hi.

Veeken: (chuckles) Hi.

(There is a moment of silence while Ratigan leers over Des and Veeken.)

Des: Um, toodles.

(Des and Veeken dive into the now-open skylight. Veeken pulls out a grappling hook gun and fires it at a rafter, pulling her and Des to safety. There is a brief moment of stillness.)

Veeken: Well, now we're-.

(Shego leaps up to the rafter the grappling hook is attached to.)

Shego: Hi.

Des: In deep doodoo.

(To Be Continued . . .)