"Blue Girl"
"Shego, Shego, at last I have it, the perfect plan! Shego?"
Dr. Drakken's excitement began to calm, "Sheeegoooo…where arrre you….where could that woman be at this time of night?"
A growing growl began to come from the far side of his accomplice's bed. A pale, slender arm reached up and grasped the top of the bed. Like a leviathan, a mop of ebony next appeared, then a flushed forehead, clenched eyebrows, slitted, glittering onyx eyes, a flaring patrician nose, a mouth grimacing as if in pain or fury, possibly both.
"There you are," the blue intruder was oblivious to all but his own genius, "At last I have…when did you start sleeping on the floor? Isn't it uncomf…never mind Shego, at last I have the perfect plan to remove Kim Possible."
"You burst into my room to tell me another one of your whacked plans?"her voice low, slow, and polite, "This could not wait until morning?"
Her uncharacteristic tone finally made the Doctor take a good look at his sidekick. Her hair, normally perfectly coiffed, was a mess. Her face was flushed and tight. Her mouth clenched in an almost snarl. One strap of her enticing pale green baby doll snagged halfway down one arm. Her other hand was rubbing her butt. His eyes continued their downward inspection, moving rapidly past lovely toned torso, to hips, to shapely legs. On downward to slender, lovely feet adorned with…Cotton Balls? Intrigued Drakken noticed that between the delicate digits were white puffs of fluff. Six of them painted a deep emerald green, while four were still pale.
Rapidly returning his gaze to her darkening face, the Doctor's deductive faculties leapt into high gear. "Shego, why didn't you tell me you had toe fungus? I'm a doctor, I could have gotten you a cure instead of finding out this way. Wait, that still doesn't explain why you are sleeping on the floor."
Only long experience and quick reflexes allowed the Doctor to evade the sizzling bolt that scorched his hair and left ear. As she began to stalk him, Drakken began to each back out the door.
"Obviously, I have come at a bad time. We'll just talk in the morning, right."
This time the stronger blaze cut his jacket. He vanished out and around the corner of her door.
As the emerald (not quite so)enchanting woman stalked to slam the door the doctor peered around the doorway.
"Is it that time of the month already? Because I was sure that was next week, you know I always take a few days off…Shego, why are you looking at me like that? Shego, your hands, SHEGOOO, NO, DON'T…. I'm too young to be a KFC entrée."
"DRAKKEN!"
This time, he almost made it to the turn in the hallway before the green fire destroyed his lower leather coat, and scorched his backside. The only echo of his scream was the slamming and locking of a door.
The two henchmen on night duty almost made a fatal error before they could skid
to a halt. They nearly rounded the corner to the hall in front of Shego's room. The leading guard stuck out his arm to halt his less experienced colleague.
"Watta ya doin'. We got to help the boss."
Paying the price for competent mercenaries had never been one of Doctor Drakken's strengths. Those he did hire, if they survived, were possessed of a strong sense of self-preservation.
"Do you want to spend the next six months in the hospital? Especially with Drakken's lousy medical benefits."
"Uh, no, but shouldn't we do somethn', I mean his head hit the ceiling pretty hard."
"Didn't see how high he went; just saw his hands coverin' his ass. I guess he is blue allover, it ain't make up after all."
"Watta we do then?"
"Tell you what; we'll make our round in the other direction. If he's still there when we get there, we'll take care of him. No fuss, no embarrassment, and no green flame burnin' our butts."
"Now that's a plan"