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Author's Notes: I'd like to thank those who had reviewed so far... sniff I'm so happy... Anyway, I'd like more people to give their two cents, so that I can improve...

-Later:

"Okay… that didn't work…" Drakken mumbled, browsing the pages of his 'How to control your underlings effectively' book.

"…Ah, 'a true leader is able to get those under him to obey, however, in most situations, there will always be a rebel who reluctantly cooperates or does not at all'…"

"Solution: Be more assertive. Express why certain things have to be done, regardless of how unimportant it may seem." He said, stepping out of the bathroom.

The door to his room opened, and Shego entered his room. It was a mess, books scattered on the ground, broken glass and a blackened desk with computer parts strewn all over.

"What happened here?" Shego said. "Another one of your crazy inventions blew up?"

Sarcasms, rebel. Right… "Never you mind, Shego! I've been very busy."

"So… What's so important that you had to call me in the middle of the night?"

Be assertive… "It WAS important! If you came up here, this room wouldn't be such a sorry sight! And what I was doing would still be important! Thanks to you, it's now gone, passé, HISTORY!"

"So it's my fault now?" Shego said, her arms folded. "Puhleze. How important could it be? None of your 'brilliant' plans work anyway."

"None, you say?" Drakken said. "Remember the time when I…" He froze.

"Go on…" Shego sneered.

"Uh…" Drakken pondered. "Ah ha! What about… No, not that one… hmm… Well, that one almost worked…"

"I rest my case."

Drakken gripped. "Okay, so maybe none of my plans work so far, but one day, for sure, I'll come up with an idea so diabolical, even that Kim Possible will not be able to stop me!"

"Golly gee, I can't wait." Shego waved her hand in a circle, faking enthusiasm. How many times had Drakken played this tune? She lost count.

"But of course," Drakken added, turning his gaze on Shego. "I need some good breathing space for me to think of a scheme… and this disaster area wouldn't cut for decency, as you can see for yourself…"

"Your point?" Shego raised an eyebrow.

"I want you to give this room a little sprucing up." Drakken said, forcing an apron and a broom into Shego's hand. "By the time I return, I expect this room to sparkle."

"Hey, hey, hey. Hold on a minute here." Shego said. "Did you just tell me to clean this room?"

"Yes, I certainly did." Drakken smiled, pleased with his assertive approach.

"Ahem! I am so not doing this!" Shego said, throwing the apron and the broom aside. "My contract says I am the second-in-command here, not a sidekick, not an assistant, not some regular henchperson!" The duo said in unison.

"Much less a maid!" Shego added sternly.

"You overlooked one minor detail, Shego," Drakken grinned. "Your contract says nothing about refusing housekeeping orders from higher authority, which in this case, is me."

Shego made a sour face and scowled. "You've got so many guys available down there, why me?"

"Since you're already here, why bother calling them? I want this room to sparkle and I want you to do it."

Drakken left the room before Shego could protest. He rubbed his hands with glee.

"The advice is working! Being more assertive does help! Dementor will not be the best of me this time!" Drakken said to himself.

The fire alarm sounded before he could wallow any further, and within seconds, two henchmen armed with a hose rushed past Drakken in the opposite direction, tripping him up with the tubing of the hose.

"What's going on now?" Drakken mumbled, face flat on the ground.

Following the two henchmen, Drakken was directed to the room which Shego was supposed to clean… if it wasn't on fire right now. The two henchmen turned on the hose and began to put out the fire, with Shego watching by the side.

"Shego!" Drakken gasped, gawking blankly at the fire, jaw dropping. "What in blazes happened here?"

"That microwave in your room sprang a leak."

"What are you talking about? Microwaves don't leak! …Do they?"

"Well, they do now." Shego shrugged.

"Wait a minute…" Drakken turned to Shego. "Did you have anything to do with this?"

"You think?"

"Shego! You did this! Why, I ought to…"

"Hey, You wanted the room to sparkle, didn 't you?"

"WHY…! I…! YOU…!"

"Geez, people just don 't appreciate you these days..." Shego exclaimed, leaving the corridor.

"SHEEEGOOOOOO!" Drakken howled, seeming as if he was about to cry.

"If mommy found out that her favourite photo's now a pile of dust, she'll kill me…"

to be continued...