Chapter 3

Computer and robotics class was one of the few subjects at Middleton High in which Jon excelled. Chemistry science class, on the other hand, was one in which he did not.

"This is dumb," he lamented in a board state in the chemistry lab, as he watched his lab partner manipulate different compounds in small beakers. As his partner finished his practical analysis with the substances, Jon unenthusiastically entered the data into the computer, which each team had, beside their science stations. "See?" he exclaimed, showing the screen to his partner, "The results are exactly the same as I predicted with my own computer application! We had all the results already, without having to pour that crap substance from tube to tube!"

"Well… I actually find it a lot more interesting doing it hands on and seeing the actual results, then having a computer pre-calculate everything for me," his partner responded vacantly.

"No, it's a plain waste of time!" Jon exclaimed out loud. "Everyone in this class is wasting their time!"

"Stoppable!" The teacher cried out, "That's enough out of you! What you are learning here is very important, and it may serve you well in the future…"

"Like when?" Jon responded sarcastically. "Honestly, Mrs. Trundle, I will never need to do any of the experiments you make us do in real life. My computer program here can calculate and give me any chemistry results I would ever need!"

"Oh really? Then show us!" Mrs. Trundle responded with some interest, moving over to his computer console.

With lots of pride and confidence, Jon began typing away at the keyboard, making the screen display an interactive chemistry application. "There, exactly what you were showing us today!" he explained, smiling with smugness and superiority to all the students grouped around.

"Uh, Jon… your simulation seems to be mixing two hazardous chemicals together, one a strong acid and one a baking soda base…" one of the students said with an unsure face all of a sudden.

"What…?" Jon said with some surprise, turning to look at the screen again. In an instant, the simulation exploded on the screen, causing everyone else to burst into laughter. Ignoring them momentarily, Jon began rapidly tapping commands into the computer before the display presented him with an error box: Processor overload, computer shutting down… Jon slightly gasped as his screen then went completely dead right in front of his eyes, causing everyone to now point and roar in laughter at him.

"Actually, if that's what would happen with you in real life, you're right, better leave it to your simulations, indeed!" Mrs. Trundle said lightly, somewhat amused herself.

Embarrassed and humiliated in front of everyone, Jon simply exclaimed, "You'll all pay for this one day… I'll be the one who's laughing last!" Then, grabbing his bag and books, he simply stormed out of the class.

"Stoppable! The class is not over yet!" Mrs. Trundle yelled out to him as he simply slammed the lab's door shut behind him. With a sigh, she then called all the other students back to their positions and for them to calm down once again.

"One thing I'll say, his so-called chemistry computer program he had there did seem quite interesting," Liz exclaimed to Sarah, still filled with the humor of Jon's display. "Maybe one day it might be useful in schools…"

"I'm surprised he was actually able to write a computer program like that by himself," Sarah responded quietly as Mrs. Trundle continued her class. "I wouldn't trust it for any of my own results, by the way…!"


Out in the hallway all by himself, Jon simply sat down on the ground beside his locker, holding his face in his hands. "Stupid school, stupid class, stupid chemistry!" he groaned to himself. "One day, I'll show them… I'll show them all!"

Tranquility coming back to him, he stood up once again in the quiet hallway and turned to his personal computer inside his locker. Looking at the screen, he began to play with his thoughts… Indeed, he could very easily infect every single computer terminal in the chemistry lab itself with a virus, rendering them unusable, but… that wouldn't really give him satisfaction in the end. In fact, the teacher didn't even want them to use computers for the experiments themselves, and taking notes and writing down data could easily be done with pen and paper… No, shutting down the computers was not the way to go this time. What he needed was a plan… no, rather a plot. An evil plot, for revenge, to get back at everyone who laughed at him and his computer program in the chemistry lab. But what…? Except for—obviously—creating viruses that would wreak havoc on different computer systems for his own personal amusement, he had absolutely no knowledge or understanding on how to be a real villain…

All of a sudden, Jon stood back in disbelief. A villain? Was he actually considering becoming a villain—him? Jonathan Stoppable, the son of Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable—a villain? Could he really? No…! His mind was evidently playing tricks on him now. His parents—his mom especially, they were super-heroes who fought and defeated villains all the time! From the time he was born, he was raised with the knowledge that villains were nothing but bad characters, scoundrel, criminals and felon rogues that the world could very well do without. Obviously, he could not be any of those. No, his parents would never allow it.

…And then again, so what if they wouldn't allow it? He was often at odds with his parents… and often did things behind their backs against their rules. And he wanted—he desired revenge on his chemistry class. And his math class. And his physics class. And everyone else in the school who ever bothered or laughed at him.

Jon hit his fists in resentment against his locker as the bell rang and other students began pouring into the corridor. Then, gaining his composure again, he dropped his loose books into his locker, put his bag on his back, closed the locker door and calmly left to mingle with the growing crowd of students.


Back at home in the evening, Jon wandered over to see his mother in her office/hero's workshop as she was coiling up quite a long length of rope. Attached at the end of it was a baggy pair of pants. "Hey honey," Kim said with a warm smile, noticing him join her, "What's up?"

"What are those?" Jon asked, pointing to the pants.

"Your father's pants, from a training session we had here this morning," Kim responded while lightly rolling her eyes. "I don't know how he does it anymore, how he always finds a way to loose them over and over…"

"That's because dad's a buffoon," Jon said vacantly. "Am I the only one here that can see that?"

"Hey, don't call dad that," Kim responded assertively. "True, he is clumsy at times, but I wouldn't be here today if it wasn't for him… And neither would you, buster!"

"Mom, I was wondering… in all your life, who was your most formidable opponent—a villain, that is?"

"Ooh, I could name you quite a few," Kim responded with a gentle smile. "Why are you asking me this now?"

"I was… just wondering, that's all. If you could name just one, who would it be?"

"Just one? It would have to be Dr. Drakken, that old blue-skinned villain I would tell you about in stories when you were growing up. He always tried to take over the world, time after time… heh, heh, he even tried to take over—well, attempted to take over Canada one time! He also had an obsession with creating robots… but I don't want to go into that with you now."

"So Dr. Drakken… Say mom, do you know what ever happened to him? I mean, does he still even exist?"

"Drakken? I haven't heard of his death yet, so yeah, I guess he still exists somewhere…"

"Where?"

"Last I knew, he was still here in Middleton, believe it or not!" Kim responded before stopping what she was doing, and putting both her hands up to her mouth, trying to muffle her urge of bursting out into pure laughter. "Drakken… oh… It's been a long time I've actually seriously thought about him… he! he! Yes, indeed, he was my greatest enemy, him and Shego, his sidekick! I don't know how those two ever got along… A real comedy of errors, let me tell you."

"So he's still alive, and living here in Middleton?" Jon asked with great interest.

"Yeah… but he's been no trouble anymore since he and Shego—and don't ever ask me how, but—since he and Shego actually settled down to start a family…"

"What do you mean?"

"You see, dad and I were able to stop Drakken and Shego a number of years ago and send them to prison together. While in prison, Shego somehow—and your dad still calls it an immaculate conception, but anyway—Shego became pregnant with his child. When that happened, Drakken believed the only right thing to do was to marry her then. Both were then released from prison as husband and wife with a baby girl, and then they left to live somewhere anonymously in the city here. And in all honesty, they've been quiet ever since. I guess a child is what it took to take their mind off villainy…"

"Dr. Drakken has a daughter? How old is she?"

"Today, she would be exactly your age, believe it or not… She was born only a month after you."

"Do you know where they are living?"

"No, sorry… They've completely disappeared off the radar, to tell you the truth…"


Jon left Kim and returned to his computer in his room. "Dr. Drakken… mom's greatest opponent and greatest villain…" he said to himself as he began searching confidential government criminal records and files. "How would I find you… Ah, here we go…"

Jon read on his screen:

Criminal File Case #123-685A-7214
- DRAKKEN, DR. -

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Real name:
Drew T. Lipsky

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Wife:
Sheila Go-Lipsky

Note
: see Criminal File Case #146-671B-9054
Case Alias: SHEGO

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Children:
Lisa Go-Lipsky

Note
: see Criminal File Case – NO FILE CASE EXISTS –

Zachary Go-Lipsky
Note
: see Criminal File Case #625-882S-0020

John-James Go-Lipsky
Note
: see Criminal File Case #625-882S-0021

"Oh, so you have three children now, huh? Ok, Dr. Drakken… now… how might I be able to meet with you?" Jon said at last, talking to his computer screen with an evil grin.

To be Continued…