On the other side of the world in a castle in England, Lord Monty "Monkey Fist" Fiske sat and glowered at the television.
He took a sip of hot tea, and thought. "So, Stoppable and the cheerleader have a new partner"
he said at last.
"It would seem so, sir," said Bates, Fiske's manservant.
"One who can manipulate the fates, at that. This bodes ill for my quest to become the Ultimate Monkey Master, and something must be done," he said in a thoughtful voice.
"Yes, sir," said Bates.
Fiske put down his teacup and went over to a computer set up in the corner of the room.
He logged into the Internet, and found his way to the evilIRC Channel #Kimpossible.
Unsurprisingly, he found several of the cheerleader's foes already there. Adrena Lynn,
Frugal Lucre, and Duff Killigan were swapping recipes.
"Ah, there ye are, laddie, I was wonderin' how long it would take ye ta show up," said Killigan.
"Should we wait and see who else comes in?" asked Lucre.
"Aye, a few more minutes, at least," replied Killigan.
Their patience was rewarded when Senor Senior, Senior came in, followed by DNAmy.
"Well, we know who WON'T be here tonight," said Adrena.
"MONTY!" said Amy.
"Don't start with me, woman," said Fiske.
"Oh, pooh," said Amy.
"How are you all tonight, my friends?" asked Senior.
"Worried. We have a problem. A huge one," said Fiske.
"We're not the only ones," said Adrena.
"What do you mean?" asked Lucre.
"Did you see how Lebowski had her hair done? Atrocious!" said Adrena.
Nobody typed anything.
"I was just saying, that's all..." said Adrena.
The silence stretched longer.
"This 'Jinx' child could be trouble," said Senior, finally.
"Let me say right off that she's NOT one of mine," said Amy.
"Nobody said she was, my dear," said Senior.
"But I would still love to get a sample of her DNA. Find out where those looks and abilities came from," she added.
"She was bleeding in that video, maybe you can find a sample at that campus," said Lucre.
"Thanks, Francis! Great idea!" said Amy.
"ENOUGH!" said Fiske, "We need to decide what we're going to do about her. Team Possible is already as much trouble as we can handle. This Jinx is going to make them almost unbeatable."
"Well, I for one plan to lay low for the time being. My comeback plans are nowhere near ready. And that girl is too freaky, even for me!" said Adrena.
"My own latest scheme is still in the early stages of development, so I won't be participating either," said Senior.
"Maybe I can get a mind-control chip cheap off Evil-Bay, and use her to get revenge on Smarty Mart for firing me and banning me for life," said Lucre.
"You live up to your nome-de-plume, I see," said Senior.
"There's nothing wrong with being budget-conscious, even with an evil scheme," replied Lucre.
"True enough. When this session is over, I would like to discuss something with you privately," said Senior.
"My pleasure, sir," answered Lucre.
"Count me out of this one, Monty. I might have something for you when I can get her DNA," said Amy.
"This one is kinda out of my league anyway, sorry," said Lucre.
"Killigan, you've been surprisingly quiet. What about you?" asked Fiske.
"Well, lad, YOU'RE the only one of us who goes in for the mystical mumbo-jumbo. An' since her powers are magical, I'm thinkin' she's more in your field than mine," said Killigan.
"True," replied Fiske.
"Well, then, laddie, I'll be sayin' good luck to ye, and good night," said Killigan, and logged off.
Annoyed, Fiske logged off as well. He returned to his chair, where Bates was warming up his cup of tea.
"On my own with this one, Bates. Not a single one of the cheerleader's enemies would help,"
said Fiske.
"Sorry to hear that, sir," replied Bates.
There was silence for a while, as Fiske sat in thought and Bates puttered about the room.
"Bates, any suggestion from you on where to start?" asked Fiske.
"Well, sir, if her abilities are truly magical, and can change luck, that might be the angle of attack you need," replied Bates.
"Hmmm... you know, I think you're on to something. Good man, Bates!" said Fiske with an evil smile.
"Thank you, sir. Will you be heading for the library, then?" asked Bates.
"Yes, indeed. Mystical Monkey Power doesn't go in for luck-magic, but I seem to recall a few references in a tome or two," he answered, standing up.
"I'll bring the tea, then, sir," said Bates, as Fiske headed out of the room.
In the library, he looked over the list of books, and selected several. He put them on a table next to where Bates had put the tea.
He sighed. It was going to be a long night of research. Suddenly, a thought occurred to him.
"Before I start, I need more information on this child," he said. "I had best get a report from my agents."
A computer sat in the corner of the library, and he pulled up his email program, and wrote instructions for the monkey ninjas stationed in Middleton.
Then he activated his IM program and found that the hacker he kept on retainer was on.
"I need information on this "Jinx" person who has joined with Kim Possible," he wrote.
"There's already several websites devoted to her," replied Hacker-1.
"I would imagine so. But they wouldn't know any more than the news media. I need her background information, and especially how her powers work," wrote Fiske.
"Well, we know that Team Possible now freelances for Global Justice. So if Jinx is a member of that team, GJ would have that info," replied Hacker-1 after a pause.
"Can you get it?" asked Fiske.
"Is Possible a redhead?" returned the other. "But it will cost you. Getting into GJ records isn't easy."
"Hang the expense. I want the information," replied Fiske.
"I'll get right on it, and let you know," replied the other.
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"...and THAT'S what beat us, Shego? A skinny little girl with pink hair?" asked Drakken,
waving an arm at the TV through the bars of his cell in Middleton Prison. Shego was in the next cell over, and they were waiting for a hearing in the next day or two.
"Yep, that's her," said Shego. She went and sat on her bunk. "Besides those magic bolts,
she has gymnastics skills, and she hits as hard as the Princess," she added, touching her right cheek where it was still a bit sore.
"Why didn't you say something?" he asked.
"Never got a chance. We took off for the campus the second I got back into the robot, and we were too busy to talk," said Shego.
"Indeed. Well, we'll have to come up with something especially for her. That robot cost quite a bundle, after all, and to have it reduced to scrap by her waving her hands is just humiliating," said Drakken.
"Like it isn't humiliating to be beaten by a cheerleader and a buffoon," muttered Shego.
"What was that?" asked Drakken, sharply.
"I said, her powers are magical. How can you fight that?" responded Shego.
"Oh, please, we both know magic doesn't exist, no matter what Fiske claims," said Drakken,
"There has to be a logical scientific explanation for what she does."
"I dunno, after fighting her, and seeing what she can do, I'm pretty convinced," said Shego.
"And will that stop you from beating her to a pulp next time our paths cross?" said Drakken,
facing her.
"Of course not. Magic or not, I owe her some lumps, and I intend to pay with interest"
said Shego, pounding one fist into her other palm.
"Very good. Now it's just a matter of time before we're out of here..." said Drakken, sitting down on his own bunk.