"So, you just let them get away with your new thingamabob?"
"It wasn't a thingamabob, Shego! It was a Kyrokinetic fusion generator!"
-whack-
"That's not the point here, you moron!"
GJ agents, including Shego and Kim were at the robbery site to investigate. Apparently,
Ed & Al had took several of the space center's property. First, a energy generator of
some kind created by Drakken. Second, a propulsion rocket unit.
"Take it easy on him, Shego, he didn't invite them to take the stuff, you know... Anyway,
dad, what do these missing things... do?"
Dr. Possible looked through the report that indicated the stolen contraptions.
"Well... Um, as far as I know, the propulsion unit, "Avatar", is a four nozzle rocket unit,
Kimmy-cub. The boys in R&D were really excited about this one, they said that it had
enough power to lift 120 tons, under Earth's gravitation field. We were planning to use
it for supplying the boys at Mir with construcion materials for the new space station they are
building... but ended up putting the project in the trash."
"How come?"
"Poor energy efficiency. The blasted thing ate up too much energy to use in any practical
means. As for the generator..."
Drakken wedged into the conversation, for the generator was his invention.
"... the generator is a engine that uses the latest state-of-the-art nuclear fusion technology.
It creates a limited amount of energy for a unlimited period of time, practically the prototype of
mankind's real live perpetual mobile! It was intended to be implanted on a interstellar aviation
vessel..."
"Um, what do you mean by 'creating a limited amount of energy for a unlimited period of time'?"
Drakken squated on the floor and made little circles on the floor as he replyed.
"It means that it constantly creates about 7 million kilowatts, for eternity."
"And... Just how much energy is that?"
"Enough to become a small powerplant all by itself, Kimmy-cub."
So, by the information given by Drakken and her father, Motor Ed stole a super-rocket that
had terrible energy efficiency, and a generator that is the size of a basketball that had the
potent to create electricity which matched a powerplant...
Kim started to worry. A character like Motor Ed with his hands on all these new toys was
bad news. She took out her Kimmunicator and called Wade.
"Hey, Kim. What's up?"
"Robbery at the space center. Wade, can you somehow track the machine that barged in
here when the crime happened?"
"Sure thing, Kim. Actually, I already finished the tracking part."
"You did? Wow, Wade, you rock. Give me the cordinates, and a ride to get there."
"Um... to be frank, I already finished the cordinate givings and the ride arranging, too."
"Huh?"
Wade just gave a shrug.
"Hey, when I first tryed to inform you with this stuff, you were out whacking Dementor's place.
So, I went to the next people available in the list, and..."
"... Let me guess. You sent Lizzy!"
"Um, yeah, sort of."
"WADE!"
"Hey, what? You used to do more hectic stuff when you were her age. I just thought that..."
Kim just shut the Kimmunicator off under frustration, and fear.
"Hey, princess, what's up?"
"My daughter is after Ed."
"What's the big with that? I mean, you took guitar-brains more than enough when you were..."
"... her age, I know. It's just that..."
"Uh huh, I see it now. Mommy is being to cuddlywuddly with her precious Lizzywizzy."
Kim stared gruffly at her partner.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"You, princess, are being overly protective. Give your gal some credit, for crying out loud.
She has your frigid beatthehelloutofthebadguys genes in her body."
Kim replyed back with a skeptical mumble.
"... She also has half of Ron's goofupinimportantmoments genes, too."
"Eew... Got a reason to get worried there, princess..."
Episode 4: The thing with guys and their big, noisy Toys -part 2-
Liz and Drew were riding on a freight truck, heading to Arizona.
"Thank you for the ride, Mr. Johnston!"
"Hey, it's the least I can do, after your mom saved my truck from falling off that cliff when
my wheels gone flat! Don't sweat it, little missy!"
Liz grunted a small "Yeah." before she crossed her arms and sulked back into her seat.
She was just called 'little missy'. But more than that, her mother's reputation was tagging
along her, either if she wanted it or not. Obviously, she didn't have a network of people she
helped or saved yet, so the rides and connections Mr. Load made for her were strictly out
of the 'old list', her mom's. Of course, this was her first abroad-Middleton mission, but she
could already forsee the awaiting 'it's the least I can do after what your mom did for us/me's
in her future trips. She needed to save people, fast. People with transportation means.
Drew, sensing a dark aura around Liz, elbowed her softly.
"Hey... What's eatting you?"
"Oh, nothing."
"Are you sure?"
"Well... it's just that I wanted my missions to be my missions, not something of a extension
of my mother's past heroics."
Johnston budged in, in a unsensitive way.
"Well, you can't help it, little missy. Your mom did do a lot of stuff before you, you know."
"I know, Mr. Johnston. I know..."
A beep from Liz's Lizourcer pulled her back into mission mode. She took the communicator
out of her pocket and answered it.
"What's up, Mr. Load?"
"Your mom knows your on this mission, Liz, and she's worried sick for some reason."
"Urgh, mom and her stupid paranoid phobias! When will she realize that I'm not wearing
dipers anymore!"
"My point exactly. I'm telling you, if your grandparents were even half as picky as your mom is,
she couldn't have done anything at all in her times. Anyway, I also needed to tell you that you'll reach
touch-down zone in about 30 seconds, so you two should get off now."
"Well, Mr. Johnston, you heard the man in the machine. Thank you once more for the ride."
Johnston stepped on the brakes and smiled back as a reply.
"Anytime,
little missy. Anytime. Oh, by the way, say hi and thanks to your
mom, OK?"
"OK."
Drew and Liz got off the 8 wheeled truck, suddenly exposed to the desert's abnormal heat.
All that Liz and Drew saw was the reddish dirt and sand of Arizona's desert plane; along with
the blazing, endless strip of aspalt driveway they were standing on.
"OK... Mr. Load, are you sure this is where we were supposed to get off?"
"Dead sure, Liz. You just have to know where to look and where to poke. You see the big boulder
besides the cactus plant?"
"Uh huh..."
"Leave the rest to me."
Drew suddenly interupted the two and put on a pair of weird goggles he took out from his pocket.
Then, he walked up to the rock Wade mentioned, touched the sides of it, then pushed a part of it.
Almost instantly, a vacume-sound came out of the ground and opened a passage way leading
underground.
"Typical way to conceal an evil hideout. Fortunatly, the guys who thought up with this lame cover-up
forgot to restrain the power surges coming out of their 'doorknob'."
Liz was just starring dumbfound at Drew.
"Hey, it's all in 'Evil Stuff for Dummies', you know."
"Oh, yeah. I almost forgot your ex-vocation."
"Being synical is so not your style, LS."
Liz just smiled and gave a small peck on Drew's cheek.
"Please and thank you. You make a great sidekick."
And then, leaving the yet baffled Drew Lipsky on the surface, Liz hurried down the stairway the
new opening on the floor led to. After recovering from the sudden assault, Drew followed her
while mumbling "I am not a sidekick!"
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"Thank you for the lift, Captain Reynar."
"Hey, it's the least we can do, after what you did for us back then when you stopped that golf-freak
from stealing our new prototype stealth jet."
"Oh, it was no big. All it took was a little lip gloss and a frying pan."
Shego was making fun of Kim's modest-talk by intimidating her in a nagging voice with air quotations.
"Any problems, Mrs. Lipsky?"
"Oh, does it show?"
Shego then poked the ribs of her partner who was sitting on her lap, due to lack of co-pilot seats in
the fighter jet. Kim giggled, and poked her back. After poking each other for some time, Shego
stopped the playing and gave a pat to the pilot's shoulder.
"Hey, flyboy! How longer does this trip gonna take? I'm starting to get leg cramps here!"
"As a matter of fact, we're already there, miss! Now, stay put as I land this baby..."
"No need, captain. We'll bail."
Before captain Reynar could comply, Kim pulled the eject lever on their seats and soared up towards
the sky. Unbuckling themselves, Shego and Kim started to freefall when the Kimmunicator started beeping.
"Sitch, Wade?"
"Kim, I've been doing a little research along with a bit of tinkering on the computer."
"And?"
Wade sent her a list of things. She skimmed through them as she pressed a button on her waist to
disperse the built-in parachute in her battle jump suit. As she was floating, she recognized two items;
the two stolen space vessel parts from the space center. What she didn't recognize, however, were
some stuff that seemed new to her.
"Wade, what is this other stuff?"
"You remember the infiltration incident the Japanese Self-Defense Force's R&D center had about a
week ago?"
"Yeah, the place got wrecked. What about it?"
"Well, the center latter reported that the wreckage wasn't their only problem. Their secret project got
stolen in the event: a particle beam cannon, code name 'Akatsuki'."
"A beam cannon?"
"Yep. The infiltrators took the whole package, the cannon, the coolage systems, everything. Guess
how much the bundle weighs."
Kim landed softly on the arid plains of Arizona and pressed the button on her wrist again to make her
suit suck up the parachute.
"... 120 tons?"
"Bingo."
"Hey, what's this all about?"
Shego, who was already on the ground and waiting on Kim, came over and asked what she was missing
out. Kim simply showed her the screen of the kimmunicator. A blueprint of a crude mechanism was showing
in it.
"Oh, hohoho. Propulsion rocket unit, Big-bad Jap beam cannon..."
"... and a fusion generator to power the juices. Ed's getting pretty obvious here."
Wade nodded.
"By the looks of this, I presume he is making..."
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"... a flying deathray cannon! And none of you can stop me, not even you, Cousin D, seriously!
The Akatsuki particle beam cannon I stole from Japan's Self-Defence Force, the propulsion unit
and power core I stole from Middleton, and the pine refreshiner I stole from the Smarty Mart from
Pheniox! They have combined, into my new, freaky, doomsday machine! Yeah! Seriously!"
What the mothers were right about was that the evil mastermind indeed made a flying, mobile
particle beam cannon out of the parts he has stolen. What the mothers were wrong about,
though, was that the evil mastermind wasn't Motor Ed. The villian was younger. The villian was...
"... Rotor Al! The world shall tremble before my name and my freaky doomsday weapon, seriously!
YeahYeah! Major air guitar, dudes!"
"Oh crud, not cousin Alfred..."
Drew didn't have exactly 'good' memories of cousin Alfred. The last time he saw him, on a Thanksgiving
dinner at his place when Drew was 5. The little monster dismantled the Lipsky residence's frige, sink,
washing machine, and even all the doorknobs in the house to make a pitiful and disgusting looking
'flying machine'. Of course, the thing didn't fly, it instead blew up in the middle of the kitchen, destroying
the family turkey dinner. He didn't really expect a family renunion in the underground lair they barged into.
"Um... who is cousin Alfred, Drew?"
"That whackjob doing the air guitar thing. Cousin Alfred. Total weirdo, obsesed with flying things. Half of
his rhetoric is conisted of 'seriously'.
"And... his other half?"
"Freaky."
"Excuse me?"
"Freaky. I mean, the other half of his rhetoric. The guy has a really small vocabulary list, not to mention a lot of
missing brain cells."
As Al was doing his self absorbed air guitar thing on top of his gigantic new weapon, Motor Ed came up
at the back of his son and asked in a sheepish voice.
"Hey, Al... I mean, cool set of wings... but, don't you think wheels would have gone along better, seriously?"
"WHEELS? Come on, dad, like seriously! Putting freaky wheels on my beautiful baby? I mean, dad, seriously!
Wheels are SO old school, man! WINGS are the new go, dad! Rotors, propellers, and SERIOUSLY FREAKY
ROCKET BOOSTERS! Yeah, that's the new song of the century, dude! I mean, if you can't go with the flow, man,
just bail out of the picture or something, seriously."
"Oh, OK, dude. Just suggestin'..."
Ed lifelessly slumped back down of his son's flying beam cannon.
Oh, now this Drew was not allowing. Cousin Al was one thing, but he liked his uncle Edward pretty much.
And this stupid moron was not getting away with making the guys own father, and his uncle, feel like a sack
of horse poo like this. The kid was going to learn some manners, and a bit of respect for his father.
Unfortunately, Al saw the angry Drew charging at his way.
"Uh uh, no can do, cous' D! I told ya, you are NOT getting in my way!"
He gave a howl, and from nowhere, a bunch of henchmen dressed up like bad-material bikers armed with
huge wrenches and sledge hammers surrounded Drew.
"Drew!"
"It's OK, Liz! Nothing I can't handle."
"Huh? But you..."
Drew proved that he meant what he said by flinging a henchman that had charged at him down to
the floor. Two more henchmen came in. While Drew blocked a incoming sledge hammer and
counter attacked the wielder, this left his left totaly open for the henchman with the wrench.
"Hey, hands off my sidekick!"
Just in time, Liz landed a sweet knee kick on the henchman's face right before he smacked Drew
with his weapon. Drew turned around, smiled, and gave Liz a high-five. The two then came back
to battle stance.
"Nice moves, Drew. Where did you pick them up?"
"Practically the same place you picked up yours. You would be suprised what mothers
teach their children these days."
"Wow, talk about the stuff they give away with the new sidekicks nowadays. They say they usually
come with only the 'distracion' function."
Drew sort of frowned and gave Liz a nasty look.
"I am NOT a dorky sidekick, Liz!"
"Oh, you know perfectly well that I'm joking, silly. I'm just saying that I'm glad to have a good set of
punches I can trust my back on, that's all."
Then, she did that darn thing she did with her lips: the puppy pout. Drew hated that puppy pout.
He really did. He hated the fact that the puppy pout always made him feel all good and relaxed,
when he was really supposed to be cross and angry with his friend. Curse that puppy pou...
"Drew, heads up!"
"Huh?"
Drew came back to the real world just in time and ducked a nasty blow that was intending to
decapitate him. Close call. The two fought back, but the biker-henchmen kept on coming
from somewhere. To make matters worse, the thundering rumble of four rockets igniting
rocked the underground lair. The ceiling was open. Al was about to take off for a test flight,
that probably had a test fire-at-something-important session as well. Drew didn't seem to
have a choice. He needed to use the 'stuff'. He knew his mother told him a hundred or more
times that he can't, but the sitch was desperate.
"Ha, have fun, dudes! I'm gonna go and do some seriously freaky doomsday stuff!"
"Not today, nephew! Cavalry has arrived!"
With a crashing explosion, Kim Possible Stoppable and Shego dropped down into the carnage.
The two literally wiped out half of the standing henchmen in about half a minute.
Al saw that the tables have turned, in a nasty way. He hurried in his cockpit, and hit the button for
lift-off. The magnanimus mobile particle beam cannon, was flying away.
"Hey, like seriously, I would love to stay and chat and all, but gotta go, dudes! Gotta go blow a
hole on the Sears Tower or something. YeahYeah!"
The little rat was getting away. Seeing that the mothers were more than enough backup for Liz,
he decided he could leave her with the henchmen for some drastic measures.
"Hey, Liz! Toss me your grappling drier and your Lizourcer!"
"Huh?"
"No time to explain! Come on!"
The rather puzzled Liz did as she was told, and Drew ran after his cousin. At a appropreate
angle, Drew shot the grapple hook on the rocket just before it totally flew out of the base and
leaped into open sky.
"DREW!"
"Oh my god..."
"That moron... If he gets back, he is going to get hell from me..."
The three women watched in horror as they saw Drew Lipsky Jr. dangling on a flying doomsday
weapon, soaring so fast that it soon became a figure, a speck, and then virtually went out of sight.
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Drew frantically climbed up the cable of the grapple drier and somehow managed to reach a ledge
of the hull of the machine. Adjusting himself on the hull with suction plates placed on his soles and
belt, Drew put on the goggle he wore earlier that day, and took out another contraption. He attatched
it on the surface of the machine, and checked the readings: data about the machine that streamed
through his navigation goggles.
"Oh man, this is not good... HE3 accelerator, P2X fluid engine... a Yamato hyperdrive? Crud..."
Drew turned on the Lizourcer and contacted Wade.
"Drew! My readings say that you and the weapon is flying somewhere over Utah! Are you OK?"
"Yeah, Mr. Load. I'm not dead yet... Hey, do me a favor and link me up with the guys in Japan's
Self-Defence Force R&D, will you? Someone that knows about the Akawhatever beam cannon!"
"Gotcha. Wait a sec... there!"
The screen splited in half: the left side was still Wade. The right side, however, now showed a
puzzled Japanese research lab scientist.
"Ano, omaerano ryusho beamu cyanonwa, wiryukuga donoguraidesuka! Hey, how strong is your
particle beam cannon!"
"Ha? A, korewa... Ma, chubunna zenryukuga iru tokiniwa, Fujisanni anao tsukuru kotomo dekiruyo.
Doshita? Moshicashite, warerano cyanon, sagashita! Huh? Oh, that... Well, if it has enough
power, it could even make a hole on Mt. Fuji. Why do you ask? Did you by any chance, find
our cannon!"
"Ma... sagashitetawa sagashitenanoni... Ima korewa mondaija naiyo! Chubunna zenryokute,
ikura gurainano desuka! Well, I did find the thing... Hey, that's not the problem right now! Just
'how much' is 'enough power', man!"
"Ano... Nanahyakuman kirowato gurainanokashira... Mochiron, kono ikano zenryokunara, ryusho
dachiga gasoku dekinai dakara beamuwa seichoshinaindeskedo... Um, about 7 million KWs. Of
course, a power surge lower than that wouldn't make a beam at all, because the particles would
simply not be able to accelerate to create one."
"Wakata, domone. Got it. Thanks."
"Mate! Warerano cyanon, sagashitandaro? Oi, itsuni kaete kurerunoka! Wait! You found our
cannon, didn't you? When are you going to return it to us!"
"Um, sorry dude, I'm loosing your signal."
"Oi! Oi! Mate! Hey! Hey! Wait!"
Drew shut the guy off. Then, he asked Wade to connect someone else: his father.
"Hey, dad!"
"Huh? Jr!"
"Dad, gotta check something out, really quick."
"What is it?"
"The generator you made, it runs on a HE3 accelerator, right?"
"Yeah... How did you know that?"
"I'll explain latter. Do you know by any chance what the average power input your generator makes, too?"
Drakken smiled with pride.
"Of course, I do! I made it, you know! It emmits a fine amount of 7 million big ol' smacking KWs! Why?"
Drew checked the readings his decoder/server was sending to him once more. Then, he made a
evil smile.
"Thanks, dad."
"For what?"
"Oh, nothing. See you latter at home!... that is, if the synthodrones and the other bots finished putting
it up yet, that is..."
Drakken simply waved at his son. Drew waved back, and disconnected his link with his dad.
Wade was once again the only one on the screen.
"Whoa. Nice Japanese tounge you got there, Drew."
"Yeah, well, Liz's father gave me some introduction level lessons. Anyway, sitch is solved."
"What?"
"You heard me, sitch solved."
"But, I mean, don't we need to scramble USAF or something?"
Drew simply waved his head side to side. Then, Drew gave a thumbs up to Wade, and shut
the communicator off. He collected his own gagets, stuffed them in his cargo pockets, and
released himself from the hull of Al's flying menace.
He was pleased. He didn't have to dismantle the machine, go through complicated wiring or
risk his life on over-loading a state of the art rocket engine, or use his 'stuff' mom didn't want
him using. All he had to do was freefall, enjoy the wind blowing rapidly on his back, and press
the button on his belt to eject the parachute he implanted himself on his suit, and float along
down to the state of Utah. All he had to do, was enjoy his stupid cousin's fate on tonight's
news.
While all this happened, Al didn't have a clue on what was going on. He was too busy listening
to his Metal Music.
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Later that day, Shego, Kim, Drew, and Liz all ate dinner at a Bueno Nacos at Utah, watching the evening
news about a explosion near the Sears Tower. The people were first spooked, for they reported that
there was a strong light that streamed into the windows before the explosion accured: they thought it
was a alien attack or something similar.
"So, what 'did' happen, exactly?"
Mrs. Stoppable asked to Drew, who kept on saying the 'problem will solve itself'.
"Well, boy genius there had the brains to add up his parts he stole, but didn't have the brains to
do the math to figure out how much energy he really needed. Assuming that the beam cannon
needed 7 million KWs to operate properly, and that dad's generator made just about that power
forever, he thought he had a unlimited arsenal of doomsday beams."
"But... he didn't? I mean, the numbers fit, don't they?"
Liz asked with a puzzled look.
Drew replyed with a smug.
"You forgot the energy the stupid Avatar rocket unit eats up, Liz. Besides, the coolant system of the
cannon itself used a lot of juice, too. What happened was that the Akatsuki cannon didn't have enough
power to make a proper laser, and when Al over did it by forcing the cannon to shoot something, the
cannon fired a flashlight beam. Well, the punishment eventually overloaded the systems, not to mention
caused a melt down on the whole things power supply. After that, well, you saw what happened."
They all had their laughs and jokes about the day, when a beeping sound interupted them.
Liz took her Lizourcer out, but found it dead.
"I think it's mine. Oh, it's your dad."
Kim answered her Kimmunicator.
"Hello, honey. What's the sitch?"
"Yo, KP! Just wondering where you were! Hey, I got dinner ready, so when are you coming in?"
"Uh... heheh, um... Ron?"
"What is... KP! Is that CHEESE I see on your lips!"
"Um... sorry, Ron. Liz and I am kind of eating out today..."
"WHAT!"
It was just then when a phone rang. Shego got her cell out and answered it.
"Hello..."
-Shego! Where the hell are you! It's 9 PM, and I want my dinner!-
"Oh, &$... I forgot."
"You FORGOT! Come on, Shego! You took away the stove and microwave from the kitchen! What
am I supposed to do!"
"Well, look, I'm at Utah right now, and..."
"UTAH!"
The two wives were looking at each other, holding up their husbands on the other side. Then...
"Hey, Dr. D."
"What..."
"Go over at Princess's place tonight and catch a bite."
Then, without waiting for a reply, Shego cut him off and slammed her head on the table.
"Man... Maybe I should put the appliances back into the kitchen."
Liz elbowed Drew.
"Pss. What does she mean about the 'no stove and microwave'?"
Drew just munched his naco and replyed, "I'll explain later."
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It was about midnight when Ed and his son, partly scornched from the explosion, got back home.
"Do you know what freakin time it is!"
"Yeah, hey, babe... I'm sorry, seriously."
"And what is this freaky news about a explosion event at the Sears! It doesn't involve you two,
does it!"
Ed and Al, both looked spooked out.
"Hey, Lyn, I mean, seriously. Nothing happened, babe."
Adrenal Lyn, glared at the two with skeptical eyes, but finally decided to let them in the house.
"I'm warning you, Ed, you do anything freaky with Al and..."
"Hey, babe, seriously. Not happening. Never again."
"Huh? What do you mean, never 'again'?"
"Ulp, eh, I mean..."
Al sensed a storm coming up, and went upstairs leaving the place before the carnage started.