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It was girl's night, the only thing Shego looked forward to. And here she was, surrounded by her friends; War Hawk, Golden Arrow, Mischief, Artica, and Metaphor. They were laughing at some baby pictures they had found of Shego (ones she thought she had hidden).

"You were so cute as a little girl." Golden Arrow said.

"I swear, the next person I hear say that is going to get beat up. And the one after that." Shego muttered.

"Who's the twin in the photographs?" Artica asked.

"That's me." War Hawk said. The girls turned to her.

"Really?"

"Hey, this is pre- Team Go. Anything's possible." War Hawk laughed.

"You're always so sad, though." Mischief said in Ron Stoppable's voice. War Hawk's smile faded.

"Well…"

"She was just a sad, sad little girl." Shego intervened. Her and War Hawk exchanged knowing glances.

No sense in bringing that up, Shego thought.

"You're always with her or Hego, never with your parents or Mego." Golden Arrow pointed out.

"Mego probably wasn't born yet, right Shego?" War Hawk asked.

"No, the little whelp was alive." Shego said coldly.

But before more questions could be asked, they heard a crash. As thieves, they recognized the sound of a door blasting off its hinges.

"Did Drakken lock himself out again?" Artica snorted.

"Drakken's upstairs." Shego murmured, standing up.

"Hello?" She asked. No reply.

War Hawk pulled her back down.

"Don't be stupid. If someone's breaking in, you should ambush them." She hissed.

"Don't jump to conclusions." Shego responded, though she felt a bad feeling growing in the pit of her stomach.

Whoever it was, it was coming to them.

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Dr. Drakken sat in front of his computer, mindlessly googling random names. He hated "girl nights", when Shego would invite all her friends over to watch chick flicks, talk about boys, and eat his secret stash of chocolate (how they managed to find it wherever he hid it he had no idea). He was banned from going downstairs, even if the upstairs bathroom was plugged or he started an electric fire. Therefore, he googled random names on the internet.

Wonder what would come up under Shego's name… what language was that? He squinted. It was a band? Huh? And what did KiGo have to do with Shego? Hey, look, a site just for villainesses…

He heard something fall over. Screams had replaced giggles. Drakken poked his head out from his door.

"Shego? Is everything all right?" He called out, knowing he'd pay for interrupting their gossip.

He heard a scrambling sound, the front door open and then slammed shut. There was panting. Out of curiousity, he came out of his office and peered over the railing.

"Shego? Did someone leave?" He asked, walking down the stairs.

"Did you leave?"

He looked into the living room. He gasped. Large, green puppy eyes were watching him, framed by wavy, smooth, long black hair. He smiled sweetly at her. Who did this darling belong to?

"You're such a cute little girl." He said in his adoring voice.

With that, he sealed his fate.

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"Yes, I hear you. I just don't want to answer you." Kim muttered, glaring at her Kimmunicator. It had been going off for hours.

Can't I have one day to lounge in pajamas? She wondered.

"What's up?" She finally answered.

"Are you still in your pajamas?" Wade asked.

"Somedays it's nice." She snapped.

"Still not as weird as the hit we got on the site from Drakken." Wade said, rubbing at his temples

"What trap is he trying to pull?"

"I don't think it's a trap. Listen." Wade pulled up a clip.

A very scared looking Drakken was looking into the camera.

"I don't have much time to explain. I know we haven't had the best track record together, but Shego and her friends have snapped and I need reinforcements, you are the best choice." Thud, thud, thud, craaaaack. Drakken blinked in response to the door splintering off its hinges.

"Please hurry." The camera crashed to the ground.

Kim's eyes bulged.

"I'll go get Ron."

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"Let me get this straight. We're helping our enemy." Open, close, open, close, open, close. Ron had become addicted to messing with the glove compartment. It was useless to ask him to stop, Kim had learned.

"Shego's no ordinary villain." Kim pointed out in reply.

"Wait, Shego's attacking Drakken?"

"Bizarre, isn't it?"

"Well, we all knew she was prime for snapping." Ron shrugged.

They turned Kim's car from aqua mode to land mode and drove up onto the rock island lair shore. A flier caught in their windshield wiper.

"Lair sale?" Ron laughed. Kim grabbed the paper, folded it and tucked it into her pocket.

Cautiously, they opened the door. Ron opened his mouth and Kim put her hand to it.

"This is Shego." She reminded him again.

"Right." He muttered. They tiptoed closer.

Drakken had eased himself off the couch and was slipping towards the only light, which came from the kitchen. He puffed out his chest, cleared his throat and strolled bravely into the kitchen.

"Girls…"

"WE CAN DO IT OURSELVES!" Young voices screamed. Drakken came reeling out, crashing to the ground with a knife in his head.

"Dr. Drakken!" Kim shouted, racing to his side, seeing red.

Drakken pulled the butter knife out of his hair.

"Great, now I've got peanut butter AND strawberry jelly in my hair." He muttered.

"What was that about?" Ron asked. Drakken looked to him.

"That is the attack of a stubborn four-year-old super villain." He sat up, wiping strawberry jam off of his forehead and licking it off his fingers.

"Did you say four-year-old super villain?" Kim asked.

"OW!" A howl came from the kitchen.

"I told you not to jump off the counter. You use the stool." Another mocked.

"Can you make me one?"

"Make your own."

"No!" Out of the light they came.

Kim still recognized them, despite their age. There was Artica, Metaphor, and Golden Arrow, unchanged in general. There was a red head and by how much she was talking, Kim saw it was Mischief. Her original voice was quite annoying…

"Shego." Kim turned to a black haired girl with emerald green eyes. The girl shrank back.

"Silly Kimmie, that's War Hawk, not Shego." Kim then turned to the other black haired green eyed girl.

A messy PBJ was drooling down her shirt as she tried to eat it. Ron and Kim gave a collected "awww".

"Don't say-" Drakken warned.

"She's so cute." Kim cooed. Murder shone in Shego's eyes. She ran up to them and kicked at their shins until they fell to the ground.

"I'M NOT CUTE!" Shego yelled, finishing her sandwich. She rejoined her friends.

Kim sat a minute, thinking. That had hurt more than she wanted to admit or show. This was stranger than the nanny sitch. Shego, a little girl? This was just too strange.

"Good luck with them." Ron said, walking towards the door.

"You can't leave me here alone with them! They were bad enough as adults." Drakken whimpered.

"What are we supposed to do? Take them off your hands?" Ron scoffed.

"That would be nice."

"We wouldn't be like this if you hadn't sold the Juvinator to Tigress." Shego called over her shoulder.

At least they seemed to remember being adults, but they were acting like children.

"Could you switch them back if we got the Juvinator from Tigress?" Kim asked. Drakken nodded.

"Simple get-the-device-back-from-the-villain. We'll be back in a few hours; get them some coloring books in the meantime." Ron patted Drakken on the back.

There was a chorus of laughter from the girls, who had turned towards the trio.

"Tigress isn't one of your idiotic villains." Shego said.

"You have to figure out which lair she's at, where she's hiding the Juvinator, what traps she's set, how long you have… She's not a traditionalist." Golden Arrow shook her head.

"Okay, then. Couple of days. You should be able to survive." Ron revised his estimate.

"I don't wanna stay with Drakken!" Artica protested.

"I don't have anything for children here and I'm afraid if I go out, I'm not going to have a lair to return to." Dr. Drakken whimpered.

"Tigress will come back if we stay here." War Hawk trembled.

"A typical revenge ratio-"

"Scenario."

"Whatever. Can't Drakken keep Tigress away until we get the Juvie thingy?" Ron begged. Kim sighed.

"If we take them off your hands, will you help us track Tigress down?" Kim turned to Drakken. He hesitated, and then nodded.

Kim turned to the girls and leaned down until she was eye level to them.

"Looks like you guys are coming home with me." She said in her best babysitter voice.

They scattered like cockroaches in the light.

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