Disclaimer: Ya know the drill. Don't own Drakken, Shego, KP, Ron, Wade, ETC. But I do own the plot.
"Wheee! I'm flying!" Drakken squealed.
Crash! He was no longer airborne. He had landed on a bookshelf.
"Ouch..." he muttered as a magazine fell onto his head.
Shego laughed.
"Steer next time, why don'tcha?" she said with a smirk.
Drakken picked himself up and stalked off. With another Crash! Shego could tell he had attempted to fly again.
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"What were you doing in Eastside Museum at aproximently midnight?" Kim asked as she spun around.
Miss "Felicity Harris" was gone.
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Falcon ran down the steps of the police office and hopped into a nearby car, hotwired it and zoomed off into the night. She decided to stop at a nearby hotel.
"Name?" the woman behind the desk asked.
Falcon stared at the woman. How could anyone afford to be perky and awake at this time?
The woman's platinum blonde hair and bubblegum lips caused her to look like a plastic Barbie doll. She smiled brightly at Falcon.
"Just get me a room. Fast," Falcon ordered/
"cranky, are we?" the woman cooed.
Falcon snarled and got her room key. 702. Great. So many corridors so little time.
(A/N: Recognize Falcon anyone? Going once? Twice? lol... as always R&R)