(Notes: Welcome to my newest story! My other stories are on hiatus on the moment until I can get them back on track. This one will continue since I have some good plans for it. Orlando Zedalonas does not exist in Kim Possible. He's just here to add kicks to the story. Don't worry; he won't become a major character. In fact, he'll barely be involved at all)

"Sheeego!"

"Oh god," Shego absently tossed her magazine aside and flipped her hair frivolously. Shego was a gorgeous woman in a blush of youth even though she was well out of her twenties. She was athletic and carefree; she wore her cat suit for hand-to-hand combat. She had a very unique and distinguished style of fighting which usually troubled her arch-foe Kim Possible. Her unusual glowing clawed hands weren't exactly a toy either. Her pasty colored face was accompanied by a pair of haunting emerald eyes. If it wasn't her threats or potential danger, her faces could've certainly scared anyone. That is, anyone except her boss.

Shego rolled her eyes as the angry little blue man stomped into the room waving something frantically in his hands. She folded her hands patiently and tried to offer a sweet smile. He tossed an envelope at her. Shego pinched it between her fingers disgusted and asked, "What is this?"

"Something that you've wanted forever!" Drakken clapped jumping excitedly. Shego groaned and joked, "So they found out about my self-proclaimed parole then?" Drakken gave her a sour look. She sighed and ran her clawed pinky along the seal. She pulled out a neatly folded letter.

"Read it, read it, read it!" Drakken yelled.

"Alright chill." Shego begged him and she eyed over the letter.

Dear Dr. Drakken and Shego,

Congratulations! You have been recognized for your villainous efforts in this year of 2004! You are cordially are invited to attend the Annual Criminal Convention. This is our seventh year. You are in for a night of gourmet foods, live music, dancing, shopping and an awards ceremony. You have been nominated for the following award/s:

Astounding Defense

Best Almost Won Battle against Kim Possible

The chosen date for this convention is August 1-3 2004 at the Crown Plaza. We hope you shall be able to attend. Enclosed you will find your VIP passes and certification forms. Please mail them back no later then July 29th.

Villainously Yours,

Orlando Zedalonas

Drakken was beginning to sweat as Shego tossed aside the letter without a care in the world. Shego handed him a tissue inattentively as she went back to her magazine. Drakken stared at her, "Aren't you just a bit excited?"

"Not really." Shego confessed.

"Why?"

"Because it's stupid."

Drakken looked offended and he skimmed through the letter again. It seemed really formal and very exhilarating to him. Shego's lack of enthusiasm was depressing him. He frowned, "How is it stupid?"

Shego threw down her magazine a second time and glared at him. It had only been a measly two months since she had attended one of those dork fests. They were all the same. It was swarmed with dorks and wannabes. They were super villains. Couldn't Drakken be a little dignified? "I'm not going." Shego simply said.

"Why?" Drakken pestered her.

"It's..." Shego sucked air into her lungs, "...It's just that... we go to these things all the time. And they aren't really as great as they seem."

Drakken looked puzzled. He had always enjoyed the conventions. It was a great getaway from his failed inventions and doomsday devices. Even more Kim Possible. He thought Shego would feel the same. His head dropped and he pouted.

Shego sighed heavily and tried to push her point further, "And the stupid heroes are swarming everywhere! I've seen them! I'll give you three guesses who's coming to this one!"

"Kim Possible?" Drakken guessed.

Shego nodded.

Drakken shrugged. If they were caught, they were caught. They always escaped anyway. "We've dealt before." Shego threw up her hands and realized she didn't have much of a choice in the matter. No matter what she said, she knew she would wind up being dragged along as always. She smiled and nodded to him in approval although he didn't need it.

"Yes! Score! We're going to come home with those great big trophies!"

"Mainly due to my work." Shego uttered to herself.

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

Drakken smirked, "And the dealer's room is sure to have some cool stuff."

'Probably some preused lasers and weapons. Nothing we don't have here.' Shego thought to herself as she leaned over again to pick up her magazine.

"This is going to be the best thing ever!"

"...Whatever."

Drakken grinned satisfied. He collected the letter and retreated back to his lab where he would continue to work on his latest scheme, although his eagerness was now going to become a persisting distraction. "Why can't I just calm down?" Drakken whispered to himself as he left his assistant to her magazine.