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"Rock and Roll" A Kim Possible Fanfic
By: AGFunkyMonk
Chapter 2: Don't Stop Me Now
Drakken's POV
Tuesday. Usually by now, a man of my superior intellect would've come up with a brilliant strategy for world domination. But I hadn't.
We, as in Shego and I, sat at a small little bar right by the beach on a small Hawaiian Island. I'm sure you've guessed that we were at Hawaii. We were obviously the sorriest looking things on the whole Island! I mean, you can't possibly go to Hawaii depressed, could you? Well we did, and stood out. Horribly. Let's just say that moving our stuff into the new lair didn't go too well. Darn those stupid henchmen of mine, always dropping things...
Well, we sat at that bar, ever so silently. Every once and awhile I would glance over at Shego. She was still doing the same thing every time: filing those blasted nails! You'd think she doesn't even have nails anymore, at the rate she files them. I was slouching in my chair, pondering possible take-over-world ideas, but none seemed as though they could work. I was so bored, I didn't know what to do. I looked around the place, and saw plenty of cheerful people. Happy people. I crossed my arms, and let out an annoyed "Humph!", causing Shego to look over at me, roll her eyes, and look back. Sometimes she has a LOT of nerve... I continued my gaze around the room, until my eyes fell on a poster on the far left wall of the room. I rubbed my chin and read it to myself.
"Tonight, Tuesday June 22 2004, don't miss a one night only performance by the number one act on the billboard and rock charts: Velvet Revolver! Concert starts at 10pm! Don't miss it. Admission is free, because we're too high to think of a good price for tickets right now! Don't miss this opportunity!
It didn't take me a minute to think up an ingenious scheme. I quickly turned to Shego, put my arm on her shoulder, and whispered.
"Shego! I have a most sinister plot bubbling in my mind right now! Want to hear it?"
She first took my hand off of her shoulder, and then considered what I had said , and replied dryly,
"Sure, why not. It couldn't be worse that last week's genius plan. I have never in my life heard of someone who planned to rule the world using a satellite and a really lethal dose of heroin." She laughed.
I frowned. "Shego! What are you talking about? Last week's idea was pure brilliance! I was simply going to inject the drug, which carried a very powerful mind control chemical--that I mixed in--into the world's oxygen supply, via satellite! It would've worked too, if that bratty little Kim Possible didn't come and ruin it again!"
I spat out her name, for I hated that girl with a passion. Why couldn't she just leave me alone? Shego sighed.
"Mmhmm, yeah. Now, what was that knew plan you were going on about earlier?"
I grinned, and pointed to the concert poster. Shego looked at it, scratched her head, and then turned to me.
"I'm confused." She stated. "You wanna go to the concert? Ok...but honestly, you never struck me as a rocker type."
I clenched my fist, and waved it around. "No! I want you to go find that band and kidnap them so I can bribe them into sending subliminal messages through their music, telling the fans to bow before me! It's so smart, isn't it Shego? After all, this..." I looked over at the poster, to see the band's name again, "...Velvet Revolver is the number one band on the charts. Millions of people must listen to them! I mean--" Shego reached over and clamped her hand over my mouth.
"Okay, okay!" she snapped back, looking around the bar to make sure no one was listening. "I'll do it. But ONLY because this idea of yours seems good enough to work."
Shego's POV
I had to give the bartender a fifty dollar bribe just so he would tell me what hotel Velvet Revolver was staying at. Jeez. The things I do for Drakken. Well, after we left the bar, I told Drakken to head back to our "top secret lair" while I found this damn band. Of course, he refused, saying that it was "his job to come along and make sure nothing happened to me", even though he couldn't even hurt a fly. I think he knew it too, he was just to scared to go back to the lair alone or something.
I knew it would be hard, but not this hard. We went to their hotel--which was, by the way, very VERY luxurious looking--three times! Every time we went, they weren't there. We must've searched the entire island, but we still couldn't find 'em. Drakken was getting very whiney, and I couldn't take much more of it. I was about to turn and head "home", when I heard lots of voices coming from behind me. I turned around, to see Dr. D staring at five men dressed in some stylish leather clothing. They were surrounded by at least three body guards and a huge amount of paparazzi.
"Alright, Dr. D," I, announced. "Let's do this."
He wrinkled his nose. "What do you mean 'Let's do this'? How do you know that's who we're looking for?"
I smirked. "Because," I answered. "I do. Follow me." I heard Drakken mumble something under his breath, but I didn't care. I was too determined to get these guys back to the lair. I had to know where they got those fab jackets.
"Rock and Roll" A Kim Possible Fanfic
By: AGFunkyMonk
Chapter 2: Don't Stop Me Now
Drakken's POV
Tuesday. Usually by now, a man of my superior intellect would've come up with a brilliant strategy for world domination. But I hadn't.
We, as in Shego and I, sat at a small little bar right by the beach on a small Hawaiian Island. I'm sure you've guessed that we were at Hawaii. We were obviously the sorriest looking things on the whole Island! I mean, you can't possibly go to Hawaii depressed, could you? Well we did, and stood out. Horribly. Let's just say that moving our stuff into the new lair didn't go too well. Darn those stupid henchmen of mine, always dropping things...
Well, we sat at that bar, ever so silently. Every once and awhile I would glance over at Shego. She was still doing the same thing every time: filing those blasted nails! You'd think she doesn't even have nails anymore, at the rate she files them. I was slouching in my chair, pondering possible take-over-world ideas, but none seemed as though they could work. I was so bored, I didn't know what to do. I looked around the place, and saw plenty of cheerful people. Happy people. I crossed my arms, and let out an annoyed "Humph!", causing Shego to look over at me, roll her eyes, and look back. Sometimes she has a LOT of nerve... I continued my gaze around the room, until my eyes fell on a poster on the far left wall of the room. I rubbed my chin and read it to myself.
"Tonight, Tuesday June 22 2004, don't miss a one night only performance by the number one act on the billboard and rock charts: Velvet Revolver! Concert starts at 10pm! Don't miss it. Admission is free, because we're too high to think of a good price for tickets right now! Don't miss this opportunity!
It didn't take me a minute to think up an ingenious scheme. I quickly turned to Shego, put my arm on her shoulder, and whispered.
"Shego! I have a most sinister plot bubbling in my mind right now! Want to hear it?"
She first took my hand off of her shoulder, and then considered what I had said , and replied dryly,
"Sure, why not. It couldn't be worse that last week's genius plan. I have never in my life heard of someone who planned to rule the world using a satellite and a really lethal dose of heroin." She laughed.
I frowned. "Shego! What are you talking about? Last week's idea was pure brilliance! I was simply going to inject the drug, which carried a very powerful mind control chemical--that I mixed in--into the world's oxygen supply, via satellite! It would've worked too, if that bratty little Kim Possible didn't come and ruin it again!"
I spat out her name, for I hated that girl with a passion. Why couldn't she just leave me alone? Shego sighed.
"Mmhmm, yeah. Now, what was that knew plan you were going on about earlier?"
I grinned, and pointed to the concert poster. Shego looked at it, scratched her head, and then turned to me.
"I'm confused." She stated. "You wanna go to the concert? Ok...but honestly, you never struck me as a rocker type."
I clenched my fist, and waved it around. "No! I want you to go find that band and kidnap them so I can bribe them into sending subliminal messages through their music, telling the fans to bow before me! It's so smart, isn't it Shego? After all, this..." I looked over at the poster, to see the band's name again, "...Velvet Revolver is the number one band on the charts. Millions of people must listen to them! I mean--" Shego reached over and clamped her hand over my mouth.
"Okay, okay!" she snapped back, looking around the bar to make sure no one was listening. "I'll do it. But ONLY because this idea of yours seems good enough to work."
Shego's POV
I had to give the bartender a fifty dollar bribe just so he would tell me what hotel Velvet Revolver was staying at. Jeez. The things I do for Drakken. Well, after we left the bar, I told Drakken to head back to our "top secret lair" while I found this damn band. Of course, he refused, saying that it was "his job to come along and make sure nothing happened to me", even though he couldn't even hurt a fly. I think he knew it too, he was just to scared to go back to the lair alone or something.
I knew it would be hard, but not this hard. We went to their hotel--which was, by the way, very VERY luxurious looking--three times! Every time we went, they weren't there. We must've searched the entire island, but we still couldn't find 'em. Drakken was getting very whiney, and I couldn't take much more of it. I was about to turn and head "home", when I heard lots of voices coming from behind me. I turned around, to see Dr. D staring at five men dressed in some stylish leather clothing. They were surrounded by at least three body guards and a huge amount of paparazzi.
"Alright, Dr. D," I, announced. "Let's do this."
He wrinkled his nose. "What do you mean 'Let's do this'? How do you know that's who we're looking for?"
I smirked. "Because," I answered. "I do. Follow me." I heard Drakken mumble something under his breath, but I didn't care. I was too determined to get these guys back to the lair. I had to know where they got those fab jackets.