Kim Potential…

Summary: A desperate Dr. Drakken has sensibly reviewed his Files of Past Plots to find the most effective weapon yet used on KP and improve it with unexpected results. Ron and company find they have a new partner.

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Part IV…

7am…

A car, parking about two blocks from Middleton High on a secluded side street.

"Look…" Shego in glasses, hair bunned and dyed to light brown, in conservative skirt and suit. "This isn't gonna work. Possible will be on to me in a second. Couldn't I just do the Bioreactor heist and one of the henchthugs or maybe a synthodroid handle this?"

"Nonsense…" Drakken, again in business suit and slightly better but still rather orangish facial makeup… "You'll never be recognized like this, Mrs. Lepinsky."

Clever variation on my real name, eh? He beamed for the tenth time.

"Besides the henchthugs couldn't teach a rock to roll down a hill and Possible and her team have too much experience with our synthodroids to risk it. You'll be fine. Just pretend you're still adjusted to good and a happy teacher."

Arggh…

"Be honest…You liked being a teacher for a week. Stimulating all those bright young minds."

"I couldn't help myself."

"You got a degree…You must like it, Mrs. Lepinsky."

Narrow stare…I bet he knows I like him calling me that, she thought.

"Please, Shego…We're so close this time…I can taste it. Just like that wonderful chicken we made the other night."

Hmmn…

"Are you saying we're doing this one as…Partners?" she eyed him.

"If that'll get it done, certainly."

Ok, I'll take it. God, I'm such a…

"Oh, don't forget the…Uh…"

Yeah…She breathed…

The wedding ring…She took the case from his hand. Putting it on.

Oh, geesh…It looks so…

"Have a wonderful day, Mrs. L…See you when you get home." he had gotten out. Closing door carefully…Waving.

He coulda kissed me goodbye, she thought…Driving off…

Middleton High…Hallway…

"Oh, Possible." Arrogant voice in hall…

"Yeah, Bonnie…" Kim returned without looking. Ron beside her, sighing.

"What's up?" she asked.

"I've decided on a bunch of new routines. Try and get them down pat before practice on Thursday. That is if you want a place with us for the semifinals." Sneer, plop of a sheaf of papers into Kim's arms. Bonnie continuing on down the hall.

"Lovely." Kim sighed to Ron who gave sympathetic pat.

"You know she only gave you these because she knows only you can do them." he noted.

"Ron…" she beamed. "You're sweet." Kissing him. "But we still have no leads on whoever took that sequencer."

Well… "Mrs. Lepinsky" told herself…Eyeing her foes… No time like the present to check out a role-playing disguise.

Partners…She beamed inwardly… He actually agreed we were…

"Pardon me? Kids?" she asked, polite tone. Broad smile.

"I'm looking for classroom 102C?"

"That's ours." Ron eyed her.

Hmmn…She seems nice.

"Are you the new substitute, ma'am?" Kim asked.

"Mrs. Lepinsky…Yes." Shego nodded, beaming smile. "And you are in my class?"

"Kim Possible, Ron Stoppable…" Kim nodded…Ron giving slight bow.

"That's great. Well, shall we?"

He didn't say how much DNA to take…Maybe I could cut her hands or head off?

"Ah…There it is, boys." Drakken called over his radio transmitter, pulling up to the left curb and parking his car. The van behind him bearing a troop of henchthugs and several recently reconstituted synthodroids in security guard uniforms parking as well. "The Millenium Bioresearch Corporation, home of the world's most advanced bioreactor…My bioreactor…The drones should attack in just a mo…You know what to do?"

"Got it doc…" The synthodroid driver in guard's uniform replied over the radio…

Sound of jet-propelled drones…About one dozen swooping in low, just over the security fence of the corporation…Alarms blaring, guards running out as the drones began dropping small bombs and firing lasers randomly…

"Go!...Go!..." Drakken called over his transmitter. The van instantly turning from drab brown to bright white with security markings…Racing to the gate where guards were anxiously calling via radio and phone for instructions.

"Better let us right in, guys. We're the special team." The driver noted to the confused guards, showing faked id.

Drakken, watching from his car, chortling as the van was hurriedly waved through…

"We're in…Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, hah…Ah, oh…" cough, cough… "Shego's right…I need to get back in rant form."

Inside the driver and synthodroids had taken the forms of the gate guards and were admitted as them into the corporate buildings…Leading in the henchthugs in uniform as "extra security personnel" as the drones continued their attack.

Hmmn…I hope Shego likes the prop ring we got. She said she did but she might have been just saying that to please me, Drakken thought.

Bleeping from Kim's bag…

Ummn…She caught Mrs. Lepinsky's stare…

"Kimberly? Is that a cell phone? You know we don't carry cell phones into class."

"She has a special permission slip, Mrs. Lepinsky." Ron volunteered.

"Just a minute, Ronald. Is that so, Kimberly?"

"Yes ma'am…Just an emergency thing." Kim pulled out note.

"Bring it up here, please." Shego commanded. Kim rising from her seat.

"It is probably urgent, Mrs. Lepinsky." she noted. Shego carefully examining the note.

"Ok…" she nodded. Pointing to the door. "But check with me before you go anywhere if it is serious. I hope it's not a health thing at home?"

"No, I don't think so, ma'am." Kim shook her head.

"Not another save-the-world, blah, blah, blah thing…" Bonnie sneered.

"Bonnie?" Shego eyed her sternly.

"Sorry, ma'am." grimace.

"Go ahead, Kimberly." Shego smiled at her.

That should have delayed things just enough…Since she'll no doubt want to come back and request the sidekick's assist as well.

"Lets continue with our discussion of the role of women in American politics before the suffrage was secured." She beamed. "Ronald, any thoughts?"

"Wade?" Kim eyed the communicator.

"Something big at Millenium Bioresearch, Kim...Looks like a full-scale attack." Wade noted.

"Right. I'm on my way. After I get permission…New teacher." She explained.

"Oh? Nice?"

"She seems to be…Let me speak to her and I'll be on it."

She headed to the door, knocking and entering.

"Everything ok, Kimberly?" Shego smiled at her.

"Very good point, Ronald. You can sit down." She nodded at Ron.

"Uh…A little problem ma'am…I have to exercise my special leave permission."

"Oh? Nothing too serious…?" Shego pasted a concerned look.

"Metza-metza, ma'am."

"Well, let me have one last look at that permission slip. So I'm sure about this."

Kim hastily bringing the note up again.

"Right…" Shego looked it over. "Ok, that's seems fine. But Kim, please check in with the principal on your way out, would you? Just so he's aware of this? It being my first day and all I don't want to get off on the wrong foot with something like this."

"Yes ma'am…Oh, and can I use the Ron special permission leave as well?"

"Ronald, too?" Shego frowned. "Is that really necessary? He was making such a fine contribution just now."

Actually, he really was…It's kinda nice to meet a guy kid who cares so much about the history of women's rights.

"I really would appreciate, ma'am. It is in the note. Right here." Kim pointed.

"Well…All right. But please come and see me when you get back so I can fill you both in. And don't forget to see the principal, both of you."

"Yes, ma'am." Kim nodded. "Come on, Ron. Thank you, Mrs Lepinsky."

"No problem, Kimberly." Warm smile. "I just hope everything's ok." Pat…

Hmmn…I could swear I've encountered that smile before…Kim thought.

Maybe Miss Simmons in third grade? She was very nice, too. Ron rising out of chair to join her at the door.

One sample of DNA…In the bag…Shego thought. Well, on the flesh-colored absorbing glove…

"Ok, lets resume, class. Can anyone add to what Ronald told us about Susan B. Anthony?"

Gee. Hope I can finish the day. This is getting to be kinda fun.

Millenium Bioresearch, Inc…Main research facility…

"And this bioreactor is used for…What?" Kim asked the security chief leading her and Ron through the building.

"Growing mammalian cells, primarily. For use in artificial organs, skin repair, that sort of thing. It was the cutting edge in biotechnology."

"I see…Wade?" she turned to the activated communicator. "Sequencer, bioreactor? Do we see a pattern developing here?"

"No doubt about it Kim." Wade nodded on screen. "Someone is trying to create something, mammalian…Possibly human…"

"Giant monkeys?" Ron suggested.

"Well, the other guys were wearing monkey suits." he noted.

"You say you thought at first it was an inside job?" Kim addressed the security chief, a tall, grim-looking, well-built man.

"We thought so…But it seems someone knew our personnel and hired lookalikes. Impersonated our security staff during the confusion the drones caused. Slipped in and stole the bioreactor, driving right out the front gate while the attack was still in progress."

"Were any drones captured intact?" Wade asked on screen.

"They all self-destructed before we could take any intact." The chief shook his head.

Hmmn…

"Synthodroids could have impersonated the security staff." Kim eyed Wade's image.

"That would have been the easiest way…" he nodded.

"Could we trace their energy patterns?" Kim asked. "Maybe you could track them back to their lair?"

"I've been making a sweep…I don't find any patterns like Drakken's droids."

"Of course they could've self-destructed as well." Kim noted.

"Not impossible. Gotta give Drakken some credit on this one, if it is him." Wade, pensive. "He's usually a lot sloppier about things like this."

"If the droids self-destructed, who took the bioreactor?" Ron asked.

"Drakken or whoever must have included human henchguys as well…He usually does." Kim noted.

"Then…He likely had the droids done in before they got very far, right?" Ron pointed out. "And if so, given their tendency to decompose down to gelatinous goo…"

"Can't hurt to look…" Kim nodded.

"Look no more…" Ron, triumphantly…Pointing to a pool of green glop.

"Drakken…" Kim frowned. "I knew it."

"She has a sixth…And seventh, I'll bet…Sense about these things." Ron noted to the security chief.

"So…How was our day?" Drakken, pleased tone.

"It was nice. The kids were good kids. We had a nice time." Shego nodded.

He asked…Without my even having to push or be sarcastic about it…She beamed when he turned away.

"How did the heist go?" she hastily asked.

Wouldn't want him to think I don't…Oops…I'm not supposed to care…Hmmn…

God, put on a wedding ring…Oh…She eyed the ring…Mrs. Lipin…er Lepinsky… And teach for a day and…We're asking how the day went?

"101 percent." He beamed…

"Oh, that's so…" she beamed, blinking…

Uh… "Terrific…So we're one step closer to disaster…" she adopted trademark sarcastic tone.

Pulling at ring…

Perhaps without as much effort as she might have made…

"Dratted thing is stuck. Well, I'll take care of it later. I might need to go back, anyway."

"Oh, there's no need for now. We have what we needed." Drakken smiled.

Oh…

Uh…

"Great."

"Yes, thanks, Shego…The DNA sample was perfect. We are…At last…Ready…Walter?"

"Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, hah, hah!..." henchthug Walter chortled in deep, Darth Vaderish tones.

"I'm still having a little trouble getting back in form…" Drakken explained to Shego's puzzled stare. "So we held auditions and I have to say, we made a real find in Walter here." he beamed.

"Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, hah, hah!" Walter repeated, proudly.

"Not bad…You're better when in form." Shego, nonchalantly.

"Why, Shego…" Drakken, a bit beyond mere pleased… " That is the nicest thing you've ever said to me."

"Eh…" she shrugged. "I had a good day."

And I meant every word…She did not say.

"Now…We commence Operation Kim II (Evil)!"

"Walter?" he eyed Walter.

"Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, hah, hah!"

"Isn't he great?" Drakken beamed. "Oh, you get the Kim II (Evil) bit, right?"

"Yeah…Kim to Evil…Very clever." Shego nodded.

Twirling ring on finger…

What a great day this was, she eyed his happy face.

Even if we fall flat on our faces as usual…It was a great day.