DISCLAIMER: All Kim Possible characters belong to Walt Disney Productions.This document is a FanFiction and should not be used without permission of the author. All Rights Reserved. WordPlay Archives, Kim Possible Collections 2005.
Author's Notes: Section 2's up! Comments accepted:)
At that instant, the computer monitor on Drakken's desk hummed and came to life. Before him was the face of a man, and the voice of a mouse. "Testing, testing… Is the visual there alright?" He squeaked.
"Professor Dementor!" Drakken screamed. "What's with your voice?"
"Ah. That means you can see me." The man in the screen responded in his normal rough tone and glanced behind him. "Good work, my men."
"What are you doing in my computer? Are you here to mock me again?" Drakken moaned. This was the beginning of a classic moment between Drakken and Dementor. Dementor boasts his superiority, Drakken defends himself and argues back just like two little kids.
"Sadly… Yes. I heard you've failed in another scheme… once again. Wahahahaha!" Dementor laughed.
"I don't need you to add fuel to my fire! Get out!" Drakken fiddled with the controls, trying to shut Dementor out of the computer. But it was not responding as he hoped it would. "Darned buttons! I need a new keyboard!"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Drakken, Drakken, Drakken. Haven't you heard of this term called 'HACKING'?" the demented professor shook his head.
"What?"
"You see, I have engineered a super-virus, so small, so undetectable that I can hack into any database without anyone noticing, then I can alter the system to my liking, which is to take over the mainframe completely. And that means I can do anything with your computer now, Drakken."
"So? What do you plan to do with this super-virus of yours, huh? Get it detected by some virus scans and removed?" Drakken countered, not wanting Dementor to gain the upper hand.
"Heck, no. It isn't called a super-virus for nothing… although I wouldn't expect someone of YOUR intelligence to comprehend the amount of mayhem it could cause in the stock market." Dementor said.
"WHAT? Are you calling me dumb?"
"So what if I am? Didn't you just blotch your latest scheme?"
"ARE YOU CALLING ME INCOMPETENT?" Drakken purpled with rage.
"Do you need to ask? Just look at you. You couldn't get your henchmen to bring you a soda if you asked." Dementor snapped his finger, and a soda was passed to him quicker than Drakken could blink.
"I TOO can get my henchmen to obey my every command." Drakken hissed.
"Prove it. Ponytail pal." Dementor said with much confidence, and took a sip from his soda.
Drakken was really seeing red now. No one mocks my ponytail and gets away with it! My soft and well-tied ponytail! So after a little thought, he decides to bring over his best and most 'obedient' underling he could think of. That will show Dementor!
"SHEGO! SHEGO! COME OVER HERE THIS INSTANT!" Drakken boomed over the intercom.
A minute or two passed. No response. Drakken fidgeted. Perhaps someone needed a second holler.
"SHEGO! WHERE ARE YOU?"
Finally, a croaky voice responded through the set. "Stop shouting will you? I heard you the first time…"
"Shego, I need you up here right now!"
The voice in the intercom raised in tone, volume and intensity. "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT TIME IT IS? ITS FIVE MINUTES TO MIDNIGHT AND YOU HAVE THE FREAKIN' GUTS TO CALL ME RIGHT NOW? IF I WASN'T THAT TIRED I WOULD'VE..."
Drakken cut Shego off after climbing back up to his chair. Bad timing. Really bad timing.
"So … as you were saying?" Dementor smirked with glee.
"Shego's just exhausted from her last mission" Drakken said defensively.
"But that's not what I've heard or seen." Dementor interrupted. The screen on the computer switched from Dementor's face to some… or many, many embarrassing footages when Shego ignored Drakken's simple orders out of mere defiance. Dementor could have sold that for millions in the villain's convention. "Convinced?"
"I swear, one day that girl will become the death of me." Drakken muttered under his breath.
"What was that?"
"I said, I've been lenient on her all this while. See, she's a woman, and I can't possibly be too harsh on her. But if I tighten my leash on her, I'll have her eating out of my hand in no time." Drakken said. And those were empty words.
Dementor raised an eyebrow out of interest. "Hmm? You seem quite certain. But I'm sure a softie like you will never be able to do that. Not in a million years!"
"SOFTIE? I'll have you know that I've been reading 'How to control your underlings effectively' ! I intend to put its practices into action!"
"HA!" Dementor snorted. "You can't even make heads or tails out of a simple map, and now you're taking advice from a book? Spare me the comedy. I've had enough laughs for today."
"I'm much better than what your puny eyes can see. I'll succeed, and I can bet on it!"
"Fine. A bet it is then. I'll give you five days to convert that ferocious female assistant of yours into a bootlicker, and if you miraculously succeed somehow, you can have any one of my death rays. But if you don't succeed, which is much more apparent, I'll have one of your death rays. So how about it, Dr. Drakken?" Where Dementor slurred when he said 'Dr.'
"Oh it's not necessary. You don't have to waste one of your death rays in a cheap bargain like that." Drakken said firmly. But he was actually unsure whether he could really get Shego to obey at all.
She is so stubborn even a nuclear explosion could not make her move if she did not want to (exaggeration). She was her own master, and Drakken knew that well. The only thing that probably kept Shego on his line was her paycheck, and it dangles like carrot sticks really well.
"Oh? You're chickening out? Drakken's chicken! Squawk like a chicken, my men!" Dementor's men began to dance around in the background, flapping their arms, while the noises they made barely resembled of chickens being slaughtered by electrocution.
"Alright! Alright! I'll wager! But I'll need seven days to…"
"Four." Dementor said.
"Six! Six days and I…" Drakken bargained.
"Two."
"Fine! Okay! Two days! I'll get her over and done with! Happy?"
"Good. So two days it is then. When the time's up, I will be there personally to witness this change with my own eyes." The clock struck midnight as the alarm sounded with the chime of a church bell where Dementor was. "And THAT means you have one more day to go."
Drakken couldn't believe his ears. He grabbed the monitor screen and gave a stern glare at Dementor. "What? Two days doesn't include today! You cheater!"
Dementor laughed a wicked laugh. "I thought you knew. So I didn't bother with specifics. See, you aren't as smart as you thought yourself to be."
"You…!"
"Ah ah ah." Dementor waved a finger at Drakken. "Clock's ticking, Drakken. You don't have any time to waste… Ah yes. And one more thing; No mind-control devices of any sort now… See you really soon!"
After Dementor's final laugh, the computer monitor exploded, throwing Drakken off, and he did a somersault or two before he hit the bookcase behind him, and its contents fell like an avalanche upon him, turning into a heap of books.
Emerging from the mess and with the 'How to control you underlings effectively' book in his shaking fist, Drakken screamed;
"CURSE YOU, DEMENTORRR!"
to be continued...