Chapter four - Now For KP's Part

"You sent me all that way for this?" A frustrated green-and-black woman exclaimed holding up a small black microchip in the tips of his fingers.

Her employer, Dr. Drakken, Looked up at her from his worktable. His uni-brow- christened eyes wrinkled with his delighted smile as he walked over to her. Shego's mood didn't change in the least even when he thanked her. It never usually did.

Drakken took the piece from her and held it in the light. The glow of the might reflecting off of the plating was mesmerizing to the mad scientist. The opposite copy of his laboratory behind the glass-like surface was breathtaking.

"Shego, do you know what this is?" he exclaimed taking a great deal of air into his lungs.

"No, and I don't ever want to know," His assistant said. She plopped down into a ratty recliner, put her feet up, and snatched the latest copy of Villains Digest sitting on the en-table.

It was overly apparent that she truly didn't want to hear her employer babble on about whatever ridiculous thing he was building this time. Nothing of his junk really worked very well. Well, technically his inventions worked, but not well enough to beat the ever-hated Kim Possible and her clumsy sidekick, Ron Stoppable. Dr. Drakken recognized this, but shrugged it off. Ranting was just too much fun.

"Oh, I'll tell you anyway," he stated with a crafty smile as if he knew that, secretly, Shego did indeed wish to hear his plans. Drakken cleared his throat to prepare for his speech. "With this cyber-electronic circuit, I will be able to power any one of my vicious robots, with the mere thoughts from my head! Mwahahahahahahahaha!"

This evil laugh went on for about thirty seconds or so before Shego couldn't take it anymore. "SHHHHHH!" she shushed him.

Drakken stopped and peered over her shoulder at the article she was reading. "What in there could possibly be more exciting than what I'm telling you?"

"Oh lots of stuff," Shego replied. "Like—ooh—new spatulas are on sale! And—oh my gosh—look at those packets of notebook paper!" she mocked.

Drakken got the message and scowled at her. "You are very mean to me, you know that?"

"Yup." Shego replied without looking up at him.

Dr. Drakken smoothed out his hair with his hand as he tried to find some come back. Nothing came to mind, so he left the room with his new piece of machinery. Shego smiled to herself, she hated everything in the catalog that she was looking in at that moment, but she had finally gotten the annoying laughter and ranting to stop.

OOOOO

That same day after school…

Kim Possible and her best friend/sidekick Ron Stoppable were seated inside their favorite restaurant, Bueno Nacho – as always. After school, that was their hang out. All of a sudden, Kim's backpack began ringing. The teenager swallowed the section of burrito in her mouth before turning it on.

"Hey Wade," she greeted. "What's up?"

"Trouble," The boy on the screen replied anxiously. "Someone's stolen a very important micro chip from a Dr. Otto Octavious," he stated taking a slurp from a soft drink sitting on his computer desk.

"Octavious…that name rings a bell…" Kim mused as Ron bent over the screen interested in the message.

"It should. He came the closest to containing and controlling fusion."

"That's great! Is he living the good life now?" Kim asked.

"Hardly. I said 'came the closest to.' He never actually succeeded." Wade corrected. "His fusion reactor blew and killed his wife. Supposedly he was dead, but according to this, he obviously isn't."

"That's sad." Kim said lowering her eyes. "About him losing his rep. and wife and everything. Not about him still living." She corrected herself.

"It is." Wade said.

"We'll leave immediately." Kim declared standing from her seat and scooping up the garbage from the table.

"But there's one thing you should know. The fusion reactor also fused his metal actuators to his spine, and they aren't funny business. He's now known as the infamous 'Doc Ock.'"

"That guy?" Ron exclaimed as Rufus poked his head out of the boy's shirt pocket. "Oh man he is so cool!"

"Ron, he's infamous. He does bad things." Kim said disturbed at how he viewed the mad scientist.

"Sure, but he's still awesome! I wonder if I could get his autograph. And since that he lives in the same city as Spiderman, I can also—"

"Wait," Kim interrupted. "Who's 'Spiderman'?"

"Oh he's this other really awesome dude that can shoot webs out of his wrists and climb walls and stuff. He, oh Kimmalla, is a superhero. So it's ok for me to worship him." Ron replied.

Kim placed a hand on her head in frustration. "Wade, why haven't I been told that there's a web-slinging super hero around?" she asked feeling as if she had been under a rock and missed out on half of the world's happenings.

Wade shrugged. "You never asked." He replied. "Anyway, he said it was urgent. I suggest you give that guy a visit."

"Ok," Kim agreed.

"But be careful. As I said before, he's no joke." Wade warned eyeing Kim.

"OK, I will. Where does he live?"

"New York City."

to be continued...