Act I: Scene VII

"Alright," someone said, "then you understand the plan?"

"Yes perfectly." Someone else said slyly.

The first person nodded and pointed at a table in the back, "I snuck the seating list, that's where they're assigned. Make sure you give them the intoxicated glasses. Okay? They should be out within thirty minutes."

"I am resolved boss." The other person said grinning.

"Remember," the boss reminded, "the other glasses are heavily potent; should last a good three hours for a normal person. It's only sleeping pills. It's not enough to do that kind of job."

"I know boss."

"If anything goes wrong…"

"It won't. I swear."

"You know where to find me," The boss laughed, "make sure you have those… other things available just in case."

"You don't need to worry. It's an invisible crime."

"Oh boss, I think I forgot… who are we putting out?"

The boss sighed, "You don't remember because I never told you. It's not important who, you'll find out soon enough anyway."

"We're seated at table seventeen. All the way in the back… jeez." Drakken groaned as he skimmed the seating list with Shego.

Shego touched her cheek, "Be thankful you were invited."

"And why wouldn't I be?"

Shego didn't reply as the two of them approached their seats. The dining hall was packed with guest of all shapes and sizes. Shego held her head high as she passed desperate men who all stared at her. She ducked out of viewing range as she came close to one of her brothers. 'I wouldn't want them trying to talk to me or something.' Shego thought slightly frightened by the possibility.

As they finally reached their table a waitress stopped them. "Pardon me," Her voice was timid, "we've reseated you because you are a part of the ceremony. If you follow me I'll show you your new seats. They'll be in easier stage-range."

Drakken and Shego stared at each other and shrugged as they followed the waitress away. They were led to a very lengthy table filled with big-time villains like Monkey-Fist, Killigan and Professor Dementor. Drakken growled through his teeth when he spotted Dementor sitting at the head of the table.

Shego thought to herself, 'I wish this had been a round table.' She frowned as she took her seat and noticed Junior sat across from her. She turned her head pretending she hadn't noticed him.

"Wow Lin --- I mean Lin no wait, Kim…"

"Ron…" Kim groaned, "You had it right the first time!"

Ron scratched his head, "I just can't get it right."

Kim shook her head and stared at the seating arrangement. She found their names at a small table far left of the stage. She studied the list some more and noticed Drakken and Shego weren't dining in their designated tables, 'Hmm… that's suspicious.' Kim thought as she observed the other villains beside them.

"Don," Kim hissed, "look at that."

"What?"

"Where they're sitting."

"Who?"

Kim slapped her forehead, "Drakken and Shego you dolt!"

"Oh," Ron said flatly, "Umm… looks like a regular table to me."

"Not the table… look at the seating chart." Kim said handing it to him.

Ron stared at it a moment before saying, "That's not their table."

"I know, I think it means they might be up to something." Kim said.

"I'll bet money on that." Ron replied.

Kim found their table and took a seat. Ron stood their flabbergasted at the decorative tabletop. The table cloth was a deep red. The middle of the table was a centerpiece decorated with several lit candles. The dishes themselves were the finest china. The napkins were so soft looking they seemed made of silk. There was so much silverware it was giving him a headache; but it wasn't really silver, instead it was gold. Ron stood there unable to speak. The whole table itself was filled with decoration.

"Please sit Don." Kim uttered lowly.

Ron did as he was told and noticed two pieces of paper on his chair. 'What's this?' he wondered. He studied the first paper and discovered it was a food receipt. "Hey… we didn't even eat yet and they're already charging us!" Ron complained.

Kim sighed, "Don't worry Don. The meals are ordered ahead of time. And it's all been paid for. Wade ordered us each a steak with mixed vegetables. There's also a salad appetizer. Is that okay?"

Ron fumed, "Why couldn't he have ordered the naco?"

"…they don't serve the naco here." Kim informed him.

"W-what?! Isn't this supposed to be the finest of dining?" Ron seemed almost irritated.

"Shush! Keep your voice down. We're having steak and that's all there is to it! By the way, take a look at that red paper underneath." Kim said.

Ron tore off the receipt and crinkled it into a little ball. His eyes then met the paper below it. It was a program. A program for the evil awards ceremony. "How laaaaame." Ron said.

"Here are the acts," Kim said.

Award for best villain costume

Award for best villain hair

Award for best villain make-up

Fire-eating with Senor Senior Senior

Award for best evil laugh

Award for best evil smile

Award for most evil looking villain

Monkey-Mash with Monkey Fist

Award for most clever villain

Award for wisest villain

Award for swiftest villain

Bagpipe Performance with Duff Killigan

Award for slyest villain

Award for richest villain

Award for poorest villain

Selected song by Senor Senior Junior

Award for best plot

Award for stupidest plot

Award for best new coming villain

Guitar Solo with MotorED

Award for cutest villain couple

Award for astounding defense

Award for best sidekick

Sounds of Science with DNAmy

Award for best villainess

Award for best villain

Award for best battle almost won against Kim Possible

Latin dances with Professor Dementor and Henchman

"Hey…" Ron complained, "How come Drakken and Shego aren't performing?"

"I don't know Don, but I'm glad for some reason. Something tells me these acts are going to be very… different." Kim bit her lip nervously. She turned her head and noticed a waiter serving wine. When she looked back, Frugal Lucre was standing by her with a tray full of wine glasses filled with a drink. Kim dared not to say anything. She knew she was underage but she had to do it. Wade would understand. What kind of adult didn't drink alcohol? Besides, it was a villain's convention. Ron's pupils expanded as a glass was placed in front of him.

"Drink up." Frugal Lucre said.

'Rather not.' Kim frowned as she raised the glass to her lips much to Ron's surprise.

"You can't!" He hissed lowly.

"Remember we have to blend in!" She said taking a small sip noticing other people drinking as though they had unquenchable thirst.

"I guess so." Ron hesitated as he took his first sip from the glass.