Disclaimer: Don't own Shego, Drakken, Kim, Ron, or any villains. I do own all the rest of the villainesses, however.

&&&&&&&&

Shego pretended to browse through a magazine she had already read, but she was really watching Drakken. He was pacing furiously staring down at a list. She smirked, looking down as she felt his eyes fall on her.

"What are you looking at?" He growled. Darn, he had caught her. She rested her magazine to one side and stared him straight in the eyes. She sighed.

"Nothing." She opened her magazine back up. Mischief gleamed in her eyes, but Drakken missed it.

"What?" He grumbled, looking over his notes.

"Is something wrong?"

"Why do you even bother?" Shego flipped the page. Drakken eyed her suspiciously.

"What are you getting to?" Shego put down her magazine again and recrossed her legs.

"You never plan everything that's going to happen at the sleepover. Just a few main events or else your guests will feel they have no power. They feel like you're in complete control and they hold grudges that you don't even know about until it comes up in therapy." Drakken's mouth opened slightly.

"Which I would not know about." Shego glanced back down at her magazine. She heard a long, deep sigh.

"There is no way I can do this!" He whined, throwing down the list.

"You got that right." She muttered. An evil idea suddenly formed in her head.

"Maybe this just wasn't your destiny to break the gender border."

"Nice try, Shego." Drakken walked over to her. Suddenly, he dropped to his knees.

"OH SHEGO, YOU'VE JUST GOTTA HELP ME! I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO, I MEAN I'VE NEVER DONE ANYTHING LIKE THIS IN MY LIFE AND…"

"Have some dignity, Dr. D." She kicked him gently, not completely appalled at his actions. He grabbed on to her swinging leg and held like glue. She barely masked the shiver growing up her spine.

"If I help you, will you just shut up!" He stopped abruptly.

"Really? You'll help me?" He asked quietly.

"I can't give you all my experience, since sleepovers have girly activities, but I'll try. And I can't help you with your mental issues, they're way too deep." Drakken got a hold of him self and stood up.

"We must start immediately. Teach me your ways!" He was way too eager about this, Shego thought to herself as she stared into his oddly shining eyes.

"Who are you inviting?" She asked. Drakken thought a minute, and then began counting off his fingers.

"Killigan, Fist, Gemini, Cousin Eddie…"

"You're inviting HIM?" Shego interrupted.

"Why not? He's one of the few villains I'm on good terms with." Drakken glared at her.

"He better not hit on me again or he might find out just how painful "green magic" is." She muttered. Drakken cleared his throat and finished with…

"…and Dementor." Shego's eyebrow arched.

"I thought you and Demented were sworn enemies." Drakken smiled.

"Oh how naïve you are, Shego. If I am to go into the unknown and do something no one has ever done before, he's going to act like the little copycat he is and steal my idea. Plus, he's great at parties."

"Sorry to "harsh your 'mellow", but you're not the first guy to come up with this. It's just not a popular thing for guys to do." Shego pointed out.

"As far as you're concerned. Maybe boys don't make such a big deal out of it as girls do. They could do it just as often as girls but not bring it into the public's eye like girls do. Anyway, my sleepover must be spectacular. What games are played at sleepovers?" Oh boy, he's in ranting mode. Shego thought it over.

"Let's see, Truth or Dare is popular. Spin the Bottle's okay, but you won't catch us dead playing that with guys as unattractive as you."

"You did it with the buffoon." Drakken huffed.

"Different story completely." Drakken crossed his arms.

"Really? I recall you being totally willing to play that game." He smirked.

"I didn't know it was going to end out the way it did. Anyway, what else is there…?"

"Shego and the buffoon, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I…" He sang.

"Shut up! I have a crush on someone else, thank you very much!" Shego felt a blush creep up her face. So what if she thought he was cute, in an imbecilic way? Drakken let his arms drop. They would find out the truth tonight, one way or another.

"Oh, how could I forget? Blackmail is a must-have!"

"Blackmail?" Shego's mouth opened slightly.

"You've never heard of Blackmail?" Drakken shook his head.

"At least Possible had an excuse. Maybe it's better if you guys don't pick up on that one." Shego thought some more.

"You can always sit around in a circle, painting your fingernails and gossiping." She mocked.

"We might do that just to spite you." He jeered. Drakken's thoughts wandered for the first time from the sleepover.

"Did you steal the Death-O-Meter 5400 last night like I told you to?"

"Of course. Why?" Then, it hit Shego harder than a freight train at maximum speed with rocket boosters. She leaped out of her chair.

"KIM POSSIBLE!" They yelled at the same time, but for different reasons. Shego was expecting Chloe over in a few hours to help prepare. Drakken, however, saw an opportunity.

"Yes! We shall invite Kim Possible and her sidekick to witness the birth of a new fade. TEENAGE BOY SLEEPOVERS!" Shego's jaw would have dropped to the ground if it wasn't attached to her maxilla.

"No way! Uh-uh, you CANNOT do this! I've tolerated this for the most part so far, but this is to the extreme! You have no comprehension of what could happen if you put a super hero in a room with some of the very people who want her dead!"

"She got along fine with your little friends, didn't she?"

"Yes, but what about Duff Killigan and Monkey Fist and Dementor? Not to mention all the death rays and doomsday weapons you have scattered around here." Shego motioned at the rest of his lair.

"Fine, I won't invite her. But when both of our parties are drab, don't come crying to me!" With that, the mad scientist stalked off to polish off his forgotten evil speech. Shego groaned.

"He's so going to find a way to invite her." She threw her magazine down off the chair and stormed the opposite direction. She needed to go blow something up.

&$)#!#&$($&()&($

"And so, Kim Possible. You are helpless to stop me because you are chained to metal slabs and it isn't courteous!" Drakken gave an evil laugh as he stood at the panels of his Death-O-Meter 5400. Kim looked at her best friend.

"You've got to wonder if he memorizes these speeches or if he just makes them up as he goes along." Ron Stoppable commented. Kim nodded.

"My guess is Answer B." She murmured. Ron wondered if he should tell Kim about the scrap of paper one of Drakken's henchmen had shoved into his pocket before they were chained. He decided against it until he was sure that the ray thingy wouldn't blow them up. The point hummed to life as a green glowing circle widened, pointing straight at both of them. All of a sudden, it shrank again.

"What?" Kim asked herself.

"Oops, I accidentally stepped on the chord." A henchman said dully. He obviously had no previous acting experiences.

"Whatever shall I do?" Drakken matched his dull tone with more enthusiasm. Shego was doing her best not to upchuck at their ridiculous performance. He was probably getting a raise for doing this.

"Wait, I'll plug it back in." Another henchman offered dully. Shego wasn't the only one not fooled by the awful skit. There was a click that probably wouldn't sound like a normal plug going into a regular socket. But then again, this was a lair.

"Now, I shall finish you off!" Shego risked looking over at Kim. Their eyes met and they both looked exactly the same. They looked away at the same time, and without knowing it rolled their eyes at the same time. Kim and Ron slipped from their metal restrains.

"Shoot! That wasn't the fire button." Kim and Ron stood dumbfounded for a minute, and then jogged to the exit.

"Shego, after them!" He yelled. Even that sounded dull. Shego chased them with all the enthusiasm Drakken lacked. She ran beside Kim.

"Did Dr. D say anything unusual to you?" She asked Kim.

"Besides that little skit? No."

"Are you sure, nothing about any parties?" Kim nearly stumbled as they rounded a corner.

"No, why?" Shego shrugged.

"Nothing." She fell away, letting them escape. Any other night, she'd chase them to the very end. But she was expecting company.

$($#&)

Later, on the jet ride back to Middleton, Ron pulled out the note the henchman had shoved in. Maybe it was a clue to the strange getaway back at the lair.

"What's that?" Kim asked, leaning over his shoulder. Ron started unfolding it.

"I think it's from Drakken." Ron noted, glancing at the sloppy handwriting. Slowly, his eyes soaked in the words.

Dear Buffoon,

So, you have found my ingenious note that I had so cleverly had my henchman deliver to you. Hopefully, Shego isn't reading this, too.

"Why would he care if Shego read it?" Ron asked. Kim shook her head and they continued reading.

I am inviting you to pioneer with me and some fellow friends into the great unknown (though Shego doesn't believe it)! We shall be the first men in history to have a sleepover! Please come around 6:30 and use the back door. We don't want to disturb Shego's party. P.S. Kim Possible is unofficially invited to Shego's sleepover. (Let's see what she thinks about THAT, mwah ha ha!) Please use the front door.

Yours truly,

The evil Dr. Drakken

"Do you know what this means?" Kim asked Ron. He shook his head.

"That Drakken's finally gone off the deep end and he STILL doesn't remember my name?" Ron said angrily. It was Kim's turn to shake her head.

"Surely you remember last time?" She asked.

"Yeah, that was weird. Not to mention awkward. I mean, I kissed Shego and got mad at you for no good reason." Ron pondered the information.

"Think they'll have nacos?"

"Ron! What if it's a trap, like the last one?"

"Hey, the last one Shego was trapped with you!" Kim nodded her head slowly.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." Shego had seemed pretty loose last time. The other girls were nice, except that Tigress girl. Was she going to be there this time, too?

"Can we go, please, please, please?"

"Sure, I guess." What had made her say that? Oh well, she didn't want to disappoint Ron and tell him that they couldn't go. He was already jumping on the jet seats. But what if there was danger? What if there wasn't? Kim thought about the last one, going through every activity. Wait, didn't she have that one tape of Shego doing… Yes, perfect if they were going to play Blackmail again. All the more reason to go.

#() q67w84265J)&$#80276209&

I know; Kim saying okay is OOC. But I just want to put this chapter up. Reviewers: I am in need of some Blackmail. For those of you who aren't familiar with the game, go to Sleepover right now and read about it so you can give me your ideas! Those of you who know what Blackmail is, please send me some ideas. I do have some ideas, but with all the guests I'll need a lot more. Suggestions are welcome for this story and please review. Thank you.