Drew Lipsky, better known as Dr. Drakken, was not a man much given to introspection. When his assistant Shego had once needled him with the fact that all of his world domination plans had been a failure he hadn't believed her until she pointed out that had he actually succeeded he'd be ruling the world already. Unfortunately, spending several weeks inside a top security detention facility had left him with little else to do except ponder and examine the inward him.
He had counted the number of concrete blocks in his tiny twelve by twelve cell over and over again to take his mind off the boredom. Of course, had Shego been there she would have undoubtedly berated him for wasting time on such nonsense when he could have been devising new plans or technologies instead. Sometimes he almost felt like she was the driving force behind their global conquest ambitions. He currently had no idea where Global Justice had moved Shego to, but it was certainly not in this facility. Her plasma powers would take apart a conventional structure such as this in about five seconds.
Drakken felt a wave of depression wash over him and not for the first time. He had been repeatedly defeated by a teenage cheerleader and her bumbling sidekick. The fact that the same duo had defeated every other major world class super villain didn't help alleviate the shame. His ego wouldn't allow him to believe that he failed because his planning or execution was bad, but because Kim Possible always managed to foil him. Even his latest, grandest, and most elaborate plan was thwarted at the eleventh hour by the wily crime fighter.
The noise of a boisterous prison population drifted into his cell, but Drakken blocked it out resolutely as he considered his next plan of action. Taking over the world seemed to be an exercise in futility so long as nemesis-girl was always waiting in the shadows to undo his accomplishments. Before he could realize his dream of ruling the world and gaining the respect he deserved he would have to defeat Kim Possible for good. She was always expecting his schemes to be involved in directly conquering the world. Maybe if her defeat were the explicit objective of his next scheme he might have an advantage.
What to do though? He had given it his best for three years now with no success. When Shego had joined his operations two years ago he had experienced a temporary boost in success, but then Little-Miss-All-That had quickly perfected a series of tactics to neutralize her decisively in all their engagements.
"Oh yes," Drakken said gleefully as an idea popped into his mind. Ideas always came easy to him, even if some were of questionable quality. "That could work nicely indeed."
"Talkin' to yourself again blue boy?" A voice called out derisively from outside his cell.
"Grnnahh," Drakken whined in frustration.
"What was that pard? You say yore not hungry today?" the guard asked with a snicker.
"Nothing…Gerald," Drakken grumbled. The guards all seemed to take special delight in taunting him. One had even given him a Bueno Nacho toy as a joke until a Global Justice brass decided to take it away. He respected their zeal, but even he couldn't rig an escape with nothing but some molded plastic. Now, had they had the poor judgement to give him a Diablo toy…
Drakken took the tray of grayish slop that they passed off as food and felt despair rising again. His brilliant strategies would never see the light of day if he didn't figure out some way out of this place. Drakken wasn't getting any younger. He could practically feel his remaining youthful vigor draining away as he waited for the bureaucratic morass to decide which nation would get to try him first. It just wasn't fair…
"Hey Jones," Gerald said as another man outside of Drakken's vision was obviously passing through. "What was all that ruckus up in B cell over?"
"I wasn't there," Jones replied. "One of the new guys told me it was some violent green girl."
"Oh yeah man, that's this guy's sidekick or something," Gerald said with a laugh. "Isn't that right blue boy? If I turned orange could I join your club?"
Drakken didn't even hear the rest of their taunts as his spirits soared. Shego was here and that meant he would be out soon. This place couldn't hold her in. Unless they had sedated her, but "Jones" said she was violent so that couldn't be. Perhaps they had finally perfected some kind of restraint for her powers? That could cause some problems.
Minutes ticked past, then hours, then…more hours. Drakken was tempted to go into a rant except that if anyone overheard the subject matter, his impending escape, it could create problems. Finally, as night was falling and the place went into lockdown, Drakken decided that if Shego were able to come she would have already been there.
Drakken went over to his bed and slipped out a rough piece of metal that he had managed to rip off of an air duct during one of his brief times out of his cell. He checked to make sure no one was coming before putting the sharp edge to his forearm and making a long cut. He gritted his teeth at the pain and imagined the well deserved respect he would get as soon as he broke free from Global Justice's loathsome prison.
"Let me go!" Shego railed helplessly as she was drug through the halls with her hands and feet bound to a metal stretcher. The usual prison catcalls and whistles accompanied her progress through the Global Justice prison complex. Even more insulting was the fact that it was a normal building, at least by Global Justice standards. The structure was mundane concrete blocks and the cells were simple steel doors.
"Welcome to your new home green bean," the guard sneered at her as she was loosed and dumped into a cell unceremoniously. Shego noted with some satisfaction that at least her cell was special. Its walls were lined with steel plating and the doors were clearly reinforced. Not that it would matter normally, but she couldn't use her powers.
After Kim Possible had defeated her yet again, this time by kicking her into an electrified transmitting tower, her powers had been temporarily drained. Long before they had recovered she had found herself on the receiving end of a needle full of sedative. Even though her healing powers were strong enough to keep her from becoming fully unconscious she was nevertheless totally helpless for several weeks. When she awoke from the drug induced stupor her hands had been encased in a new set of restraining gloves.
Global Justice had tried to inhibit her powers before on many occasions. Their last attempt had nearly succeeded and indeed their current attempt was predicated on the same theory. A set of steel gauntlets filled with a ceramic designed to resist her plasma powers prevented her from melting through anything. Last time the system failed because the ceramic was too brittle and Shego had been able to break it by repeatedly slamming her fists against the wall. A tiny crack was all it took for her plasma to melt through the steel outer casing.
However, this time the ceramic filling on her metal gloves was some kind of gooey foamy substance. Even when she powered up her plasma abilities to their fullest potential the material was utterly unresponsive.
Shego let fly a powerful punch against the wall, but only succeeded in jarring her own bones. The gauntlet was nearly as thick as the plating on the wall. Several more gong like sounds reverberated through the tiny cell as she delivered a series of rapid stinging blows to the wall. At least she could relieve her stress even if escape seemed to be impossible.
The worst part of it was, strangely enough, that she had no idea where Dr. Drakken had been taken. Even though her employer was often annoying and had a tendency to display a child like petulance, he was still brilliant in his own way. Shego prided herself on her innate skepticism, but even she had been impressed by his army of Diablo robots.
Even more than any attachment to Drakken, Shego immensely enjoyed her current line of employment. Before the comet had bestowed super powers upon her she had never been able to imagine herself as a drab cubical worker. Shego needed freedom from the normal conventions of society to feel like herself. She didn't commit crimes for profit, other than what she needed to live comfortably, nor for power or glory, those were Dr. D's things. No, it was the thrill that she valued the most.
Now she wasn't committing any crimes at all, except maybe a crime against fashion with her orange jumpsuit. Shego pounded on the wall some more and then the door until finally wearing herself out slightly. Her gauntlets still appeared to be unscathed, though slightly scuffed. At this rate she might wear through them in about fifty years.
Lockdown was sounded and the lights in the complex went dim. Sleep would bring a slight respite to the intense boredom for a few hours at least. Shego was actually looking forward to the prospect of her many trials. Every time they moved her was another opportunity to escape after all. Hopefully being wanted in eleven nations would finally start paying off. At the very least she could take the stand and rant for hours on end like the other high profile criminals often did.
Shego's ninja senses suddenly picked up as she realized someone was sneaking around outside her door. Correction, someone who was incredibly bad at sneaking around was raising a ruckus outside her door.
"Shego?" A familiar voice whispered questioningly.
"Dr. D?" Shego replied incredulously.
"Stand back Shego," Drakken said in a normal voice before cutting off sharply as he realized he was making too much noise. Shego rolled her eyes with exasperation when suddenly a tiny red beam sliced her door neatly along the hinges. She quickly caught the heavy metal as it twisted on the lock and prevented it from banging noisily against the wall.
"Careless much?" She whispered scathingly.
"Sorry," Drakken replied. "I did get you out though."
Shego suddenly realized that he had and found herself mightily impressed. "Where did you get a laser cutter from?" she asked.
"I had it hidden on me," Drakken said indicating his arm. Shego noticed he was bleeding quite a bit.
"Can you do something about these?" she asked, gesturing with her hands.
"Hold still," Drakken instructed. He carefully sliced off the tip of the gauntlet and then pulled out the soft ceramic material inside until the end of her forefinger was exposed. That was all that Shego needed. Plasma erupted out of her finger and consumed the metal casing of the gauntlets. Then all she had to do was brush the soft material that suppressed her powers off of her hands.
"All right Dr. D, let's get out of this rat hole," Shego said smugly. With a single swipe she ripped open the wall in front of her and made a beeline toward the next wall. Drakken followed along behind her and before the guards even realized what was happening they were gone.
James Possible groaned and lashed out at the clock that was emitting an annoying buzzing sound, at 7 A.M. on a Saturday morning no less. The next thing he knew he was laying in a twisted heap at the side of the bed completely woken up. He needed to work on his near-sleep depth perception.
After struggling to his feet he noticed that Anne was already up and gone. Hopefully she would have some coffee already prepared. Whichever one of them got up first usually fixed coffee. James noticed that the house was still silent as he descended the stairs so he vaguely noted to himself that the twins must still be asleep.
Anne had indeed made coffee and was enjoying a big mug of it while standing by the patio door so she could look at something outside. He made his was sluggishly over and poured himself a cup before moving to join her.
"Look at that hon, they're at it again," Anne said softly as he brushed up against her.
Outside in the brisk early morning air was Kim and Ron in the middle of a fierce sparring match. Both teens were jabbing and dodging rather skillfully, but it only took a minute of observation to realize that Ron was getting the bad end of the bout.
"That's my Kimmie," James said with satisfaction as Ron continued to give up ground as he furiously attempted to block Kim's attacks.
"They've been at it for two hours already," Anne said. "Ron's complaining about the early hour woke me up."
"Speaking of early hours…" James said, intending to complain about the alarm clock. He cut off in mid sentence as Ron suddenly began staging a comeback. His movements became more erratic and he started using his feet in odd attacks. His dodging also seemed to be less planned and more accidental.
"Ron has a burst of talent every now and then," Anne explained as Kim was suddenly forced to hold her ground against him. Kim had apparently been holding some reserves of her own because even with Ron in comeback mode she was still slapping his attacks aside with ease. She slapped aside both of his hands at the same time and with one fluid motion pinned them to his side.
"Can't stop a possible," James said happily. His smirk turned to opened mouthed shock as Kim moved in and kissed Ron deeply on the lips, unaware that her parents were watching.
Anne laughed softly, "Maybe Ron wasn't trying so hard to win after all."
James continued to sputter uncontrollably as the two teens walked back toward the house. He finally managed to take on a stern expression as they walked through the door.
"Early morning Kimmie?" he asked firmly.
Kim turned bright red as she realized that they had been caught. "Uh- yeah Dad, something like that," she said.
Ron looked like he wanted to run away and hide too. "Badical mornin' Mr. Dr. P," he said sheepishly.
"Come on and help me with breakfast James," Anne said lightly. "And stop making that scary face."
"So how was practice Kim?" James asked, still in a serious tone. "I hope you didn't go easy on Ronald…at all."
"Of course I did Dad," Kim said as Anne elbowed James in the ribs repeatedly. "I don't want Ron to get hurt."
"That was the idea," James muttered under his breath, but in a more good-natured way.
Anne let out a little huff and rolled her eyes. "It looked to me like Ron was keeping up with you pretty good out there."
"Well, he can when his Monkey Power kicks in," Kim said casually.
"Monkey Power?" James asked suspiciously.
Kim's hand flew to her mouth. "I mean, uh…uh…"
"KP, you never told them about the Monkey Power?" Ron whispered.
"It didn't come up," Kim replied defensively.
Both parents were looking at her expectantly now. Kim sighed and blew on a loose strand of hair that had fallen down in front of her eyes.
"Remember Monkey Fist?" Kim asked in a sweet "please don't grill me" tone of voice.
"Crazed English aristocrat that hijacked a rocket." James asked.
"Genetic experiment spliced monkey hands and feet." Anne added.
"Yeah, that's the guy," Kim said. "Well, the first time Ron and I met him we went into the jungle to help him find this thing."
"Some kind of artifact right?" Anne said. She tried to keep up with her daughter's hobby, but after so many missions the details got fuzzy. Not only that, but she secretly suspected that Kim didn't recount every tiny detail.
"Monkey statue of sick and wrongness," Ron broke in.
"We recovered the statue, no big," Kim continued. "But then we decided to investigate "Lord Fiske" a little more. Long story short, Ron got zapped by ancient statues with Mystical Monkey Power which, among other things, lets him access instinctual abilities in Monkey Kung Fu."
"The Ronster is Monkey Master," Ron said, throwing in a few fake ninja moves for effect.
"So now he's teaching it to me," Kim said brightly.
"And KP is teaching me…everything else," Ron said.
"I don't know," James said. "Magical Monkey Power…sounds a little far fetched."
"No, no, Mystical Monkey Power Dr. P," Ron said.
"Trust me Dad, I've seen it in action before," Kim said. "It seems to be getting stronger too. Ron has been able to tap into it more ever since Monkey Fist's last attack than he has in the last year combined."
"So, busy day of training scheduled then?" Anne asked as she sat a plate of bacon onto the table.
"No way, we're going to my place to pick up Rufus and then heading over to Felix's house for the day," Ron said excitedly.
"Video game madness Mom," Kim said. "It's totally my treat after Ron spent last Saturday on a shopping bonanza."
"Felix has this badical new game that he's been raving about ever since school let out," Ron added.
"We'd better get going," Kim said as she grabbed some bacon. "Walking everywhere is seriously cutting down on our "on location" time."
"We're getting in great shape though," Ron quipped. They were obviously both well past the point where additional walking would make any noticeable difference in their fitness levels.
Rufus was still a sleepy mole rat when they made it over to Ron's house to collect him. Mr. and Mrs. Stoppable were both still sleeping too so they were careful not to wake them up.
It was mid-morning by the time they made the trek to Felix's house. Of course, they hadn't moved very fast once Kim started holding Ron's hand and snuggling under his arm.
"Hey you guys," Felix said when they entered his room. "I was beginning to think you weren't going to make it."
"Had to walk," Kim said. "The 'rents weren't about to shuttle us around this early in the morning."
"And my ride was busted, remember?" Ron added.
"Right, well, I'm glad you came Kim because this game is for you," Felix said. He rummaged through a pile next to his computer before hauling out the box the game had come in.
"Kung-Fu Kommando?" Kim asked skeptically.
"It's what you do, only virtual," Felix explained. "Your character is a secret agent that infiltrates various lairs and fights villains. I'm almost on the final level, but so far no one has managed to win. The company that owns the game keeps putting up new levels on the Internet as people beat the old ones."
"Sounds awesome," Ron said. "Come on KP, give it a try, I bet you're a natural."
"Ron," Kim whispered tersely so that Felix couldn't hear. "Did you forget about the whole "I tank at games" aspect?"
"If you can beat Motor Ed by accident," Ron whispered back, "Surely you can break out some digital kung fu badness too."
"I'll think about it. Why don't you go first Ron?" Kim suggested sweetly.
"Sure thing KP," Ron said. He took the controls from Felix and hit the start button. Still, he wished that Kim were having more fun. He didn't want her to be bored.
"Don't worry Ron, I'm not bored," Kim said in a whisper, as if reading his mind. "Just like you're not bored when I shop, right."
"Got'cha KP," Ron said with a grin. They enjoyed each other's company regardless of the activity.
BEEP-BEEP-BE-BEEP
"What's the early morning sitch Wade?" Kim asked quickly.
"Kim, Drakken and Shego have…hey, is that Kung-Fu Kommando?" Wade asked excitedly. "I love that game, I'm on the final level right now."
"Hold on Wade, Drakken and Shego have what?" Kim replied.
"Oh, yeah, somehow Drakken and Shego broke out of a GJ top security prison last night. They're baffled as to how Shego managed to use her powers despite a special inhibiting system they were using on her," Wade said.
"Great, I suppose its only a matter of time until they're up to their old tricks again," Kim said.
"I guess," Wade replied nonchalantly.
"Aw, what are you guys worrying about," Felix chimed in, "After the beat down you handed Dr. Drakken on Prom night he'll probably want to take a vacation or something."
"Hey Felix, what level are you on?" Wade asked.
"Third from the top," Felix replied coolly.
"Better catch up," Wade said smugly. "I'm about to force the company to release the next level."
"That's you?" Felix said incredulously. "You're on man, prepare to lose."
"Riiiight," Kim said. "Thanks Wade. Keep us informed."
"Will do Kim," Wade replied as he reached for a joystick.
"I meant on Drakken, not the video game," Kim said.
"Got'cha," Wade replied. The screen went blank. Kim looked at Ron and gave him a small worried smile. His expression told her that he felt the concern that had failed to materialize in either Wade or Felix over the Drakken break out.
"Hey, Felix, maybe we should bail and let you work on that competition with Wade," Ron suggested.
"That's okay, you two can keep playing," Felix said politely.
"No man, really, its cool, KP and I needed some stuff from the place with the things," Ron said nervously. "I expect some serious rank-age on the Kung-Fu game though."
"All right, cool guys. Maybe we can do this again when things are less intense," Felix said. Kim and Ron said their good byes and by the time they left Felix was already loading up the next level.
"You looked like you could use a save," Ron said once they were back on the street.
"It's just that I'm still a little jittery about the whole Drakken thing after…you know…his last scheme," Kim said.
"Hey, you never know, maybe Felix is right and all he wants is some relaxation," Ron said optimistically. "You really handed it to him heavy ya know."
"Somehow I doubt it," Kim replied.
"Yeah," Ron admitted, "Me too."
"Shego!" Drakken yelled as he pulled on a dolly filled with equipment. "Hurry it up, we're going to miss the window."
"Hold your horses," Shego grumbled. It felt good to be back in her black and green jumpsuit, but Dr. Drakken hadn't even given her time to comb her hair before dragging her out on this foray into some faceless corporate warehouse type place. "You know, we've only been out of jail for about twelve hours Dr. D and you've already come up with a whacked plan."
"Genius doesn't need lots of time Shego," Drakken replied. "Besides, this plan is based on the "teen scene" research I did for the last scheme and I had plenty of time in that tiny cell to think it up."
"Yeah, well, at what point during all this planning did you forget that you can't program a robot worth anything?" Shego asked pointedly. She indicated the rack of human form post-synthodrone robots that Drakken had hastily fabricated back at the time share lair.
"I won't need to program them," Drakken replied. He was hastily plugging wires into one of the supercomputers that was housed in the middle of the room they had effortlessly penetrated. "Those are remote controlled drones."
"Wha? Drones?" Shego said, bewildered. Drakken and robots did not go together. HenchCo software had gotten the synthodrones to run well enough to act as techs and low level lackeys, but they didn't stand a chance in battle against someone like herself or Kim Possible. It would make more sense to use a real human to send them commands in battle. "You're going to pilot these things against the Princess yourself?"
"Not me," Drakken replied, "That's why we're here. Time to patch in to the mainframe just as soon as I load the tracking software."
Shego caught the empty CD case Drakken tossed her after he plugged his machine into one of the mainframe computers. "Kung-Fu Kommando?"
"Quite right Shego," Drakken replied gleefully before pealing off into a deranged laugh. "I've got a special level for the kiddies to play."
"Unnf," Ron grunted as Kim's fist went whistling by his ear as he dodged at the last second. "No fair KP, you're already better at Monkey Kung Fu than I am."
"So not," Kim replied flippantly. She unleashed a series of attacks that ended in her tickling his side mockingly just like Ron had once done to Monkey Fist during their first battle.
"You're totally a natural KP," Ron said as he sat down heavily on the ground. "I guess that isn't surprising, you were better at unarmed combat at the age of fifteen than most fully trained black ops agents."
"So not the drama," Kim said, blushing. She was used to being praised all the time by strangers, but it was strangely warming to hear it coming from Ron. "You're improving too you know. You'll give the next henchmen we face a real surprise."
"Not ready for Shego yet?" Ron asked teasingly.
Kim laughed since she knew he was just kidding. "First we walk," she replied with a broad smile.
"Come on Ron, let's go inside," Kim said. She offered Ron a hand to help pull him off the ground. They had barely taken two steps toward the backdoor when a shadowy figure leaped off the roof. Kim shoved Ron aside an instant before a metallic foot split the air where his head had just been.
"A synthodrone?" Ron asked as they scrutinized their attacker.
"Super synthodrone," Kim replied as it moved cautiously toward them. "It looks like one of Drakken's, but heavily modified."
"Not to mention that I've never seen one of Drakken's robots perform like that," Ron said. "They're usually too busy shooting themselves or collapsing into synthogoo."
The robot ignored Ron for a moment and leapt into another attack on Kim. She had to dig deep into her various Kung Fu moves to avoid its blows and then launch a counter attack of her own. Kim felt her face sting sharply as a glancing blow got through and then Ron was there at her side adding his own attacks to hers.
"Rufus get clear," Ron said as a roving fist nearly squashed the little mole rat. "You can't help us with this one buddy."
"Thanks Ron," Kim said gratefully as she delivered a stout kick to the robot's knee joint as it was briefly overwhelmed by two opponents. The metallic components grafted onto the synthodrone shattered, but it was not completely disabled. Still, with one leg weakened Kim noticed a definite drop in the machine's performance.
Kim back flipped and delivered an upward kick as she groped in her pant's pocket for her Kimmunicator. She continued to defend with one hand, relying on Ron to take the brunt of the attack, while she called Wade.
The Kimmunicator rang, then it rang again until finally a miffed looking Wade picked up.
"Kim, kinda busy here," he said.
"Wade, under attack here," Kim replied.
"Booyah," Ron yelled suddenly. One of his kicks had gotten through and knocked the robot's head loose. Vital circuitry was exposed and the sharp metal fragments from the twisted components had pierced the protective plastic that contained the synthogoo.
"Oh man, I lost," Wade said. "I was close to beating the final level that time."
"Sorry Wade," Kim said apologetically. "Could you do an analysis on this robot?"
"Sure, just hold the Kimmunicator out and let me scan it," Wade replied. Kim did so until the device beeped to indicate that it had completed. "I'll call you back when I'm done."
"Please and thank you," Kim said as Wade's image blinked off.
"Hicka-bicka-boo?" the tweebs asked as they came running up. The Drs. Possible were also standing out on the patio observing the strange scene.
"Tweebs," Kim said with an annoyed tone, "Normal speak?"
"Can we have the robot?" Jim asked.
"It's major cool," Tim added.
"I guess," Kim said uncertainly. "Just hold off on doing anything to it until Wade calls back, okay?"
"Hoosha," the boys exclaimed together. They began struggling to move the downed machine without damaging it any further.
"Hey little buddy," Ron said as Rufus re-emerged from where he had been hiding.
"Robot, yuk," he said, shaking his head.
"Now boys," Anne called out, "I don't want to find synthogoo stains on the carpet."
"Gotta go," the twins said quickly. They drug the robot around the house, presumably toward the garage.
Kim and Ron went back inside and sat down at the kitchen table to wait for Wade's analysis to finish.
"I see Ron is getting pretty good," Anne said once they were all back inside.
"You guys saw all of that," Ron asked, blushing a bit.
"That was good work Ronald," James affirmed. He started to move off when Anne coughed.
"James," she said warningly.
"But hon," James said pleadingly.
"Now I don't want you encouraging them or the house might really get blown up," Anne said reprovingly.
BEEP-BEEP-BE-BEEP
"Go Wade," Kim said, still smirking at her parent's banter.
"It's definitely a Drakken creation," Wade said. "It looks like he wanted to create a robot capable of fighting you one on one, but didn't want to take the time to build one from scratch. Synthodrones are not able to do much more than an average human when you get right down to it. Drakken put enhancing circuitry on its joints to make it faster, armor in its most delicate places to make it tougher, and some kind of remote control thing to operate it. Apparently he still can't program a robot."
"Remote control? Does that mean you've got a location for us?" Kim asked hopefully.
"Yep, coordinates are already programmed into the jet," Wade said. Outside there was a large shadow accompanied by a rush of air as the Team Possible ride hovered over Kim's house.
"Still rockin' Wade," Kim said happily. "Come on Ron, let's go bust the bad guys."
"Okay Wade, talk to me," Kim said as she re-entered the cockpit of the jet after having changed into fresh mission clothes. Ron was already sitting there staring out the windows along with Rufus.
"The place my trace went back to is apparently some kind of server center for Zip Corp. software," Wade said. "It's basically just a big warehouse of computers that serve various software suits."
"Drakken running low on lairs?" Ron asked cheekily.
"Does this mean that there aren't any traps or security systems?" Kim asked, ignoring Ron.
"Not unless Drakken installed them himself," Wade said. "Which is doubtful. He still hasn't been out of jail for very long."
"Well, we'll soon find out," Ron said, pointing downward. They had already arrived and were hovering about fifteen feet off the ground.
Moments later they were on the ground and walking toward the big squat building where Wade had traced their killer attack robot control signal to. There was a large plasma burned hole in the side in plain sight.
"Not going the subtle route today," Kim said sardonically as she picked her way through the rubble. Ron followed her while Rufus chattered quietly on his shoulder.
"Oooh, sparkly lights," Ron said with childlike wonder as they moved through the maze of blinking lights and whirring fans of the computer systems.
"So how is plan "Dependent On Too Many Outside Factors," going now?" a sarcastic female voice filtered in from nearby.
"Gah, Shego, really, must you mock me," Drakken's voice responded instantly. "You saw how effective the first one was. If the player hadn't gotten sloppy there on the end."
"Doy, his mother probably had him take out the trash or something," Shego replied. Kim and Ron had snuck in close enough that they could see them standing around a pile of cables. Shego was filing her claw nails while Drakken tried to remove the tangle of cords that had wrapped themselves around him somehow.
"Take out the trash huh?" Kim said, stepping into plain sight. "Sounds like a good idea."
"Kim Possible?" Drakken exclaimed, looking up with alarm. "Shego, keep her busy."
"I thought the idea of this plan was for me to not need to fight this time," Shego replied nonchalantly as she continued to file her glove claws.
"Ah, quite right," Drakken said. One of the robots, which had been standing limp, suddenly straightened up. "Looks like we have a new contestant. Just sit back and watch as I unleash nerd fury Shego."
"Whatever," Shego replied. Whether she was actually bored or just wanted to tweak her boss was still a mystery.
Kim went into a defensive stance as the robot came rushing toward her. She easily deflected its first few attacks before letting herself be driven back. It was her turn to be the distraction today.
"Alright little buddy, its seek and destroy time," Ron said quietly as he set Rufus onto the floor.
"Nuh-nuh, got it," Rufus squeaked. He scampered off as Ron stepped out from behind the equipment he had been hiding behind and promptly ran into Shego.
"Hey there sport," Shego sneered, "You weren't thinking of wrecking Dr. D's equipment while Princess kept the drone busy now were you?"
"So not in the mood Shego," Ron said as he adopted one of his "buffoonish" stances.
Shego laughed derisively, "You've got to be kidding me."
"The buffoon wants to fight?" Drakken chimed in. "I guess, just don't get in the way of the robot Shego."
Shego shrugged and launched herself at a hapless looking Ron. She quickly began to grow suspicious as Ron's usual bag of random seeming tricks continued to evade her handedly. However, before she could put greater thought into it Ron turned tail and ran like usual. He knew that he was still no match for the fierce green skinned warrior.
Shego growled angrily and pursued his fleeing form while unwittingly leaving Drakken alone, still twisted up in a pile of cords. As soon as the two had disappeared out of sight Rufus popped his head out from where he had been hiding and ran toward the mad scientist.
"Hello there little fella," Drakken said sweetly. "You know, you seem familiar for some reason."
"Uh-huh, uh-huh," Rufus said as he jumped nimbly onto Drakken's head before plunging into the pile of cables.
"Hey, stop that, no don't," Drakken began, but before he could do more than twist around Rufus had already started snapping cables into two.
Kim came barreling around the corner at the same time as Ron reappeared on the other side of the isle. They had been leading their respecting opponents in a wide circle through the maze of computer equipment so as to give Rufus plenty of time.
"Rufus, are you done yet?" Ron yelled. Rufus chattered excitedly and gave him a thumbs up sign.
"Then why isn't this thing shutting down?" Kim yelled back as she scooped Rufus up before joining Ron. The robot and Shego continued to close in on them.
"Shego, don't get in the drone's way," Drakken reminded. "Just keep them from running back that way."
Shego rolled her eyes but quit advancing. The robot on the other hand drew menacingly close and prepared to attack. Kim took out her Kimmunicator and hurriedly called Wade. Ron cried out as the robot attacked and tried to take the brunt of its assault so that Kim could get a hold of Wade.
"Problems Wade, Rufus fried Drakken's control but the robot is still coming," Kim explained as she continued to battle one handed.
"I'm on it Kim," Wade replied, his fingers flying furiously across the keyboard.
"Tell your little tech friend to save his energy," Drakken gloated. "The signal is coming from the building's wireless internet so there's no way he can shut down all the various routers it can use before its finished putting the hurt down in your town."
Shego cringed at Drakken's attempt at hip and covered her face with her hands in embarrassment.
"But if you're not controlling it then who is?" Kim asked, bewildered.
"The top Kung Fu gamer in the country, that's who," Drakken said in his best evil voice.
"Nooooo!" Ron and Wade both said incredulously at the same time.
"What?" Kim asked, still confused.
"Checking," Wade said. "Got it. I can't believe it, the latest level of Kung-Fu Kommando is actually a virtual control program for Drakken's robots. I was playing that level earlier today and…"
"Wade," Kim said sternly. The robot delivered a sweeping kick that sent the Kimmunicator sailing across the room.
"I can't believe that Wade was piloting that first robot," Ron said as he continued to fight. Kim and Ron both slipped into Monkey Kung Fu style to evade the robot as it continued to ramp up its performance. The unpredictable, unorthodox maneuvers of Monkey style seemed to confuse the robot, or more accurately its controller, and allowed the duo to go on the offensive.
"Me either," Kim replied. "I wonder who's controlling this one?"
"Felix, phone call for you," the feminine voice of Ms. Renton drifted through the door of her son's room.
"Busy Mom," Felix called back. He was twisting in his seat in an effort to win what was turning out to be an exceptionally challenging level. Most of the advanced levels of Kung-Fu Kommando involved getting through scores of enemy ninja so when he saw that this level only contained two objectives he thought it would be easy. He was shocked when they started violating all the rules of the game in an effort to evade him.
"Dear?" Ms. Renton said from the door, phone in hand.
"One sec Mom, this game is totally cheating. That isn't even an allowed move, its like totally random or something," Felix complained.
"Its someone named Wade calling about your friends Kim and Ron. It sounds serious," Ms. Renton said worriedly.
"Okay, let me take it," Felix replied. He pressed the phone to his ear and an instant later dropped his controller.
"Hey, what's going on?" Shego asked as the robot suddenly stopped moving. Kim and Ron were both breathing hard, their backs against the wall, with the killer robot frozen in place over them.
"Oh…snap," Drakken said.
"Payback time Drakken," Kim said as she and Ron now advanced threateningly on him. Shego jumped between them and her boss with her guard up. Kim had begun trading blows with her when the ceiling exploded and a rope ladder fell through.
"Come Shego, I don't feel like returning to prison so soon," Drakken said smartly.
"Later losers," Shego said. She did a triple back flip to put herself quickly out of Kim's reach and sent a flurry of plasma balls raining down to cover their escape.
"Did you ever notice that everyone who calls us "losers" usually do it right after they just got finished losing…to us." Ron said rhetorically. Rufus hopped up onto his shoulder and nodded vigorously.
"It is a bit cliché," Kim agreed. She stooped over and retrieved the Kimmunicator. "Sitch me Wade."
"Basically, I tracked down the signal of the person controlling the drone. I couldn't shut it off, but I did call him up and ask him to stop," Wade said, satisfaction with himself evident in his voice.
"Great job Wade," Kim said thankfully.
"You'll never guess who it was," Wade said with a smirk.
"Felix!" Ron and Kim both exclaimed as the Kimmunicator's screen split to show the other boy.
"Hi guys, Wade tells me the game wasn't so much a game on your end," Felix said sheepishly.
"We handle killer robots all the time," Kim said casually. "No big really."
"So what was those freaky moves you guys were using. I knew something was fishy when my opponents stopped using Kung Fu," Felix said.
"Oh it was Kung Fu all right," Ron said smugly. "Just not your common garden variety Kung Fu."
"Monkey Kung Fu," Kim said, rolling her eyes as she gave Ron a squeeze with her free arm.
"So which one of us was better?" Wade asked slyly.
"I don't think so guys," Kim replied coolly.
"No wait," Felix said.
"Please, you guys," Wade said.
"We wanna know who won!" the both finished together.
"That's easy," Ron said, returning Kim's hug. "We did."
