Disclaimer: I own all villainesses except for Shego.

Here we go, the (corny) end, after over a year. Pathetic.

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"Ow!" Kim complained as someone kicked her.

"Sorry." Shego, no wait, Mischief said.

The girls sat up, realizing that most of the others were awake. War Hawk groaned, rubbing at her eyes as she sat up.

"I had the dream about marrying Toucan Sam again."

"Where was the honeymoon this time?" Artica asked.

"Runescape."

"Mine was about robbing Krispy Kreme in boxers and a My Little Pony t-shirt." Artica said. There always had to be the underwear dream, Kim thought.

"No dreams." Mischief chirped like Daisy Duck.

They looked around. All of them were awake. All of them, except for Shego. She was moaning softly, rolling around in her sleeping bag.

"Put your pants back on, Drakken, Kim Possible's coming." She murmured. The girls looked at each other in shock, some trying not to laugh.

"She's messing with us." War Hawk said, rolling her eyes. Shego opened one eye.

"Did you have to spoil my fun?" She murmured, stretching her arms out in front of her like a cat.

"What was your real dream?" War Hawk asked.

"Hego and Mego turned really evil, kidnapped me and the twins, and locked us into the boats in It's a Small World. Drakken was a teacher in Charlie Brown and Kim was Superawesomepixiescoutlass, saving every lost liger in the city of Funkytown."

"That is evil. The ride shut down for two hours the one time I went to Disneyland." Metaphor said.

"You really need to get over your fear of It's a Small World." War Hawk kicked out of her sleeping bag.

"Is it just me or are we missing someone?" Metaphor asked.

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"Why didn't you try this before?" Ron asked, watching Golden Arrow straighten the hook on the wire hanger.

"I was hoping someone would notice we're missing."

"But don't you break out of prison?"

"I have other tools for that." She eased the wire into the lock.

"So you don't know what you're doing?"

"I know how to use wire hangers to break into vaults, I just need to reverse the process, I think…" There was a click.

"Thank goodness! No more wire hangers!" Ron exclaimed, pushing his way to freedom…and the bathroom.

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"Guys, where's breakfast?" Shego called, looking into the kitchen and into their room.

"There's no one over there." She said, returning to her side.

All the girls were standing…but they couldn't move their feet.

"What's wrong with you?" Shego asked, and then found her own feet stuck to the ground.

"Like the Gravity Traps I had installed?" Drakken's voice echoed through the intercoms.

"Yes, very nice. Now, let's focus on breakfast."

"I don't remember YOU GIVING US BACK THE BUFFOON!"

"Dementor, get away. This is my microphone!" There were noises of struggling and an "OW!".

"You want breakfast? Here it comes!" With that, the ceiling opened up. Shego's eyes widened as she saw a thick brown liquid drip through the crack.

The girls screamed as thousands of gallons of Mrs. Butterworth's finest was dropped on top of their heads. They looked at each other and seeing how much damage the syrup was doing to them, screamed even harder. Cannons poked out of the wall and pancake/biscuit bits were pelted at them.

Kim started laughing and eating herself. Thank goodness villains were too stupid to put this much effort into taking over the world or teaming up. She opened her mouth and started trying to catch the food in her mouth. Mischief, watching her, joined in. Then War Hawk. Then Metaphor. Then Artica. Shego, however, just balled her hands into fists.

"Drat. They're enjoying it." Drakken turned to the villains. They were in a control booth watching the cameras, far away from the food fight.

"Oh, the secret weapon will change that." Monkey Fist said, swinging over to the control panel.

"You keep yabbering about this secret weapon. What exactly is it?" Duff Killigan asked. Monkey Fist pressed down on a small blue button.

"You'll see in three, two, one…"

The ceiling panels flipped over. The girls watched as they paused and then opened again. Egg yolks splatted on them, followed by rotten eggs, raw minced sausage, pancake batter, bacon fat, and hash browns.

This was met with silence. Silence until one definitive war cry could be heard.

"DRRRRRAAAAAAKKKKKKKKEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Drakken's eyes went wide.

"I don't mean to be rude, but perhaps we should be going." Monkey Fist implied. Drakken sighed.

"Please come to my memorial ceremony; Shego's not going to leave anything but ashes once she's through with me. I don't expect a big turnout, but you guys are my friends, right? Thick and thin, you'll stay by my side so I can lean on you when I'm not strong enough. Maybe I can survive, if you guys could help me out. How about it? Guys?" He turned around to see only Motor Ed still with him.

"So, blood is thicker than friendship. At least I can count on you, Cousin Eddie."

"Actually, I've got some of that glue stuff on my shoe. Can you get me that other stuff to get the stuff off, seriously please?" Drakken let out a long, depressed sigh.

Meanwhile, Golden Arrow and Ron were watching the girls get breakfast dropped on them. Golden Arrow laughed.

"I love karma." She said.

"And I love not being a girl!" Ron cheered.

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"Bye, Kim. Bye, Ron. Have a safe trip home." Shego said blandly, her and Drakken sitting on a log that had washed up on the island lair's rocky beach.

"Thanks for inviting us. Despite everything, I had a great time." Kim said. She was nice and clean in her clothes.

Unfortunately, being the polite hostess Shego was, she had let all of her guests take showers before they left and personally apologized/escorted her guests out of the messy lair. She hadn't taken a shower yet, smelled of rotten egg, was hungry but was too nauseated by the rotten egg to each, and was hopelessly humiliated. On the bright side, she could probably force the henchmen to clean up the living room.

"I had a bondiggity time, Dr. D! We so have to do it again!" Ron called.

"Oh, we will, buffoon-of-whose-name-I-never-can-remember! And next time, we'll do facials instead of manicures!" Dr. Drakken waved goodbye eagerly.

As soon as Kim and Ron were out of sight, he slumped over.

"Are these things always so energy-draining?" He asked Shego.

"Try planning a double-nighter." She muttered.

Drakken looked out over the water.

"You can always take knowledge away from any experience. So, what knowledge do we take away from this?" Shego glared at him.

"Drakken, I'm covered in breakfast. The last thing I ate was bugs. I have claw marks in places you don't want to know about. I don't want to think that I learned something when I'm this low; I'd rather hear that you learned something."

"Oh, I did. I learned that meatloaf isn't always safe, you should never videotape any of your activities in case it falls into the wrong hands, and even if they are going to poop the party, you always invite the party pooper." Drakken took a breath.

"I believe it's safe to say the moral of this story is that coed sleepovers are a very bad idea."

"Though I don't believe in morals, that is more than safe to say."

THE END