Hoodoo that Voodoo that you do so well: Chapter two

I.

"Doc, you're out of focus again." Shego sighed, "The book is written in French."

"So?"

"So, doy, when did you learn to read French?"

"Oh, right, well...uh...you read it to me."

Shego's eyebrows arched in disbelief, "You are kidding, right? Tell me you're kidding, there's over a hundred hand written pages here."

"Well, could you at least translate the spell or incantation you used?" Drakken whined.

"Fine, whatever, let's see here." Shego began flipping pages, then settled down to translate her selection. "Oh boy, Doc, we may have a problem."

"How can we have a problem if it didn't work?"

"Right, right, well, even if it did work, it's only an aphrodisiac spell. The only thing it lets us do is sensual in nature."

Drakken snorted, "And you wasted your time, and more important, my time on this?"

"What waste?" Shego snorted, "Like you have anything planned."

"Oh, but I do, Shego, I do." Drakken rubbed his hands together, "I have to make my selection for tomorrow night."

"What's happening tomorrow night..." Her eyes widened in horror, "No, oh please no, Doc, not..."

"That's right, Shego. Halloween at Karaoke!"

II.

"No horse Ron."

"But, KP, I'll let you have the front."

"No, Ron."

"You want the back?" Ron asked in amazement.

"NO, Ron," Kim pulled her hair in frustration, "I don't want to be the horse's a...uh...rear any more than I want to be the front."

"But, Kim..." Ron whined.

"Ron," Kim turned to slide one arm around her BF's waist while the other played with his hair, "you've picked our costumes for the last three years. How about you let me pick them this year."

Ron's eyes widened, "KP, you're not gonna make me wear a tutu again, are you?"

Kim giggled, "Ron, we were six years old."

"Yeah," Ron grumped, "but it put puberty back two years."

Kim nuzzled Ron's cheek, "Maybe, but I think you're making up the loss." She did a slow bump and grind against her BF's pelvis.

"Uh...K...P...ah..."

"What about the costumes, Ron?"

"Costumes...what...uh..."

"I pick the costumes this year, pwetty pwease?" Kim semi pouted.

A silly grin grew on Ron's flushed face, "Costumes...you...yes...pick...you..."

"Thanks, Ronnie, you'll love it, promise." Kim reached up to place a quick peck on Ron's lips. "Now you go home while I set it up." She turned her still dazed friend and pushed him out her door. "Bye-by, baby."

Standing on the Possible porch, Ron shook his head like a horse with flies, "How did I get out here? And what did I just agree to?"

III.

"Monique! He agreed, I get to pick the costumes this year."

Kim's best girlfriend broke out in giggles, collapsing back on the bed. "Like there was really any doubt that Ron would do what you wanted?"

"Welll..."

"What did you do, the PDP?"

Kim began giggling herself, "I didn't have to go that far, just a little physical persuasion, that's all."

"You beat the boy up?" Monique gasped.

"No, of course not," Kim choked, "remember the little dance you told me about?" She stood and gave a little bump to demonstrate.

"The boy folded for just that,? Damn, he's weaker than I thought." Mo marveled.

"Ron is NOT weak, he's just...persuadable..."

"Yeah." Monique laughed, "You just be glad he's only 'persuadable' by you."

"I am, but I...sometimes...he just...I mean..."

"Spit it out Kim."

Kim nervously twisted a lock of hair around her finger, "What if he...I mean...maybe it's not just...maybe..."

"Are you seriously asking me if he could be 'persuaded' by another girl?"

"I, maybe, I just..."

"Girl, I've seen him blow off Bonnie before when she tried it."

Kim cheered up a little, "That's true. But Bonnie has always put him down and insulted him and..."
Monique interrupted her, "Tara hasn't, and he politely refused her too."

"Tara?" Kim's head snapped up, her eyes flashing, "When did that blonde..."

"Chill, GF, be satisfied that Ron ignored her."

"Did he know you were watching?" Kim growled suspiciously.

"Nope, his back was to me."

Kim's eyes began to tear up, "He's...he's so...so wonderful I just..."

"Whoa, whoa, stop the waterworks, just tell me that tomorrow night your costume will totally fry his brain."

Kim sniffed, wiped her eyes and grinned, "I was going as a catholic school girl, but after I had to wipe the drool when I hinted at it, I changed my mind."

"C'mon girlfriend, spill, I told you what Felix and I are going as, so tell me about you and Ron."

Kim giggled, "It wouldn't have been possible, but Wade helped. The wade-bot will take Ron his costume tomorrow. It's a character I really had a crush on when I was younger."

"So, tell."

"Wellll..."

IV.

"Doc, there is no way I'm going to Karaoke night, no way."

Drakken grinned evilly, "Oh yes there is Shego."

The evil sidekick began snickering, "Right, you are going to force me? Oh, whatever shall I do?" Her hands lit up with green fire.

"Oh, force won't be needed, Shego, you'll come."

"And why would I do that?"

"Because it's in your contract, page 16, paragraph 5, subclauses 26 through 40."

Shego's firm jaw sagged. "W-what? I never...No way is that in there."

Drakken's grin was malevolence times ten. "Way, Shego, and I have just the costume."

With a final glare, Shego stormed out of the room, "Not until I check my copy you don't."

"But Shego, you'll look so cute as a sprout. Bwahahahaha!"

V.

"Rufus, buddy, she wouldn't really make me wear a tutu again, would she?"

"Hink, hmm, yep, yeah...tutu."

Ron glared at his naked pink pal, "Better, close the buck tooth grin, Rufus, because if I wear one, so do you."

Rufus's smile vanished, "Tutu...nooo."