Disclaimer: Refer to chapter 1 (default chapter).

Summary: Refer to chapter 1 (default chapter).

Chapter 9Reaching a Mutaul Agreement

When Shego returned to the lair, she went straight up to her room and didn't come out for the rest of the day.

Drakken noticed her behavior and began to worry, but he had more pressing matters to attend to at the moment. He yelled, "Didn't Shego teach you anything when she tutored you?"

"She told me that you never win," a boy with a dark island tan said.

"Junior, you're dismissed for the night. You're giving me a headache," Drakken growled, "Tomorrow morning, be in the lab, bright and early." He grumbled under his breath, "That boy is surely stupid. Especially when it comes to villainy. Oh well, I guess like father, like son." He continued working on his current project.

Senor Senior, Junior walked back to his room. "Father, you in here?" he asked, a slight whimper in his voice. When he saw what was going on, he groaned loudly, "Awww man. Another meeting?" All of the villains Kim had ever defeated, excluding Drakken and Shego, were there, in his room. Junior decided to remain quiet, so that he didn't get yelled at, again.

"Of what I've heard, Drakken's plan is fishy, at best," the English nobleman known as Lord Monty Fiske, a.k.a. Monkey Fist, said. He stood up straight on his hairy feet and brought up a hairy hand, palm side outward. As he spoke, "I, for one, am all for any plan that has a chance to succeed against Kim Possible, as long as we have a greater chance of beating her than she does at beating us," he clenched his hand into a fist and growled evilly.

"You're right, Hairy Hands. Blue Boy is definitely in over his head this time. I say that we don't do anything until we know more info," a Scottish man agreed. He goes by the name, Duff Killigan, and he is a rogue golfer who wants to transform the world into his own private golf course.

"Once we get Kim outta the way, the squeeb is mine," a half mutant fish, half human known as Gill said.

"I beg to differ," Monkey Fist replied, "He is MY adversary." Monkey Fist and Gill began arguing.

"Can you guys stop arguing? Seriously," a buff man asked; he threw back his blonde mullet and pulled out a mirror and comb. As usual, his hair was ONLY satisfactory, not at the best it could be, so he ran the comb through the locks.

"I must concur. To argue will only make being here that much more intolerable. If Drakken's plan fails, we will just simply go back to the way it was," an older gentlemen with a cane groped.

"Does anyone know when we will start this plan?" a high pitched voice rang out. Everyone else flinched.

A gruff dog type voice replied, "He hasn't told me."

"Nor me."

"Or me," chorused throughout the room.

"Alright, enough already!" the gentleman from earlier yelled, "Obviously, we have reached a concensus. No one knows what all is going on in Drakken's head, but I am going to help as much as I can with his plan."

"He said he would hold a meeting for us, in the morning. And that we would strike when Kim Possible is out of the hospital." Everyone turned to view the speaker.

"Junior, my son, what did you say?"

"Early this evening, when I was working in the lab, I overheard Drakken telling someone that he is going to call a meeting for us sometime. He said: We have plenty of time to get the plan completed, but none of this group is to attack, any place until Kim Possible is out of the hospital. We have, at least, a good year before she's back to herself," Senor Senior, Junior said, his brow furrowing as he tried to remember what else he heard earlier. He continued, "Drakken also said, that when the plan succeeds, we will each get our one true desire, whatever it may be."

"So we must all agree to this or..." Monkey Fist trailed off.

Junior finished his memory game, "None of us win."

"Well, I'm in," the lesser villains chimed in quickly. Monkey Fist held a skeptical look on his face.

Gill replied, "You and I will get to see the Squeeb go down."

"And I will become the Ultimate Monkey Master," Monkey Fist cackled loudly.

"Aye, and I'll get me golf course that I've always been dreamin'." Duff Killigan said.

"We're in," Monkey Fist and Duff Killigan replied simultaneously. Senor Senior, Senior smiled evilly, of course, thinking of his one true desire. Junior was completely indifferent.

"Then, it's settled. We're all in," someone shouted, clearly thinking of their dream.

ravenvixen says:

i did not intend for it to take me this long to get another chapter posted, but as i said in my last note, i was going through a lot of things for school, and this past saturday i had a graduation party. i just now got back into the 'writing' spirit. please read and review. all reviews have been greatly appreciated and more will be appreciated.