(Disclaimer : I don't own any of the Kim Possible characters. They belong to Disney)
Chapter 1
In his hidden island lair, Dr. Drakken sat by the fireplace reading a newspaper. As he glanced over the articles, one caught his eye. He grumbled angrily, and threw the newspaper to the ground in frustration.
His assistant Shego sighed and said, "What's wrong now? Did you miss a sale at SmartyMart or something?"
Drakken looked at her with a frown and said, "Why does Professor Dementor beat me to every good heist?"
Shego stood up and sighed, "Alright, I'll infiltrate his lab, and take whatever gadget it is you suddenly need so badly. Just, don't make me go to karaoke night with you tonight, like you do every Friday."
Drakken made a sad face and said, "Oh… alright. But karaoke is so great. You should really try singing some time. Once I get on that stage, and start singing, it's such a great feeling!"
Drakken started singing the song "Hello Hello" from the Oh Boyz, and Shego quickly cut him off.
"Anyways! What exactly is it that I am stealing this time?", said Shego.
"A top secret research facility was working on an invisibility ray, and Dementor stole it. I wanted to steal it!", said Drakken, "With that invisibility ray, just imagine the possibilities! I could sneak into any top secret facility undetected! I could stroll right into Fort Knox, take a walk around Global Justice's top secret research lab…"
"Or sneak into the girl's locker room at Middleton College", mocked Shego.
"Be serious Shego. With that kind of power, global domination would really be in my grasp", said Drakken.
"Ok… I'll get your invisibility toy. Don't wait up for me", said Shego.
Drakken frowned and muttered, "It's not a toy."
Shego flew Drakken's hovercraft through the bright blue sky towards Dementor's mountain lair. She looked down and saw a sign that said "Dementor's Secret Lair" with an arrow pointing forward. She sighed. Why was it that supervillains could build robotic armies, and death rays, yet be so stupid when it came to practical things like putting a sign out to declare where their secret lairs were, she wondered.
As she parked the hovercraft in front of Professor Dementor's lair an evil grin crossed her face. Now was the fun part, where she could beat the daylights out of Dementor's henchmen. She always felt a type of sadistic pleasure whenever she beat someone unconscious. She loved how powerful it made her feel to bring down a big muscular man in a fight. She lit up her glowing hands and slashed through the metal front door of Dementor's lair.
Meanwhile, back at Drakken's lair, Drakken sat at his desk, brainstorming some ideas for how he would use the invisibility ray. He tried to come up with a good idea, but his mind kept shifting to Shego. She had only been gone for ten minutes and he already missed her and felt lonely. He didn't understand why he always felt so lonely and empty whenever she was gone on a mission and he was alone back at his lair. The time she had quit working for him for a whole week because he wanted to clone her, he was utterly devastated.
Why was he so dependent on her, he wondered. All Shego ever did was mock his ideas and sometimes even try to attack him with her glowing green fireball hands when she got angry. But she was his only friend in the world. He thought about her fighting Dementor's henchmen, and began to wonder if she missed him too. He glanced at his watch. She had only been gone for 17 minutes. Feeling like a loser, he wondered if maybe he needed more friends.
He couldn't think of any good ideas, so he decided to organize some of the old things in his lab. He wanted to make room for the large invisibility ray that Shego would be bringing. He went through old boxes, and was reminded of his old failed plots. Broken death rays, destroyed robots, and other failed inventions filled box after box. He took a box filled with junk to the trash bin. As he reached the back of the box pile, he came across a box of his old mindwashing shampoo.
He pulled out a bottle of the purple-colored shampoo, and the old label fell off. The label fell to the ground and read "Lather, Rinse and Obey". He sat and remembered how he had tried to sell brainwashing shampoo two years earlier, by rapping about it on tv, so that he would have mind control over the world. No one had ever bought any. He sighed. Maybe he could use it in some other plot. For now, he needed to store it somewhere else. He carried the box upstairs and put it in the cupboard under the sink in his bathroom.