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"I can't believe you." Shego muttered bitterly, glaring at the other girls over her crossed arms.

"I'm not the sharpest crayon in the 64 Crayola set, but I know when to surrender. Hey, where'd my seal go?" Mischief's legs swung back and forth, too short to touch the ground.

"I traded my lion for it." Artica said, nibbling at the seal's fins.

"That's not fair; I didn't say we could trade!"

"Deal with it."

"Traitors, all of you!"

"Shego, do you need to go back in the corner?" Kim glanced over the counter. Shego grinned.

"If you give me some paint, I will." Kim rolled her eyes.

"Can I please have some more aminal crackers, please?" War Hawk asked.

"No, you'll ruin dinner." Kim said gently.

Oh no. Kim heard the door open. It was too early for Ron or Drakken to be back (Ron to check on his sister and Drakken…she figured he chickened out). She heard the thud of backpacks dropping on the ground.

Jim and Tim entered the dining room and the girls stared at them. They stared back.

"Did you…?" Jim started.

"…open up a daycare center?" Tim laughed.

"No!" Artica objected.

"They're villainesses who were turned into toddlers by Tigress." Kim said in a single breath.

"Why are they here though?" Jim said. Asking the same question myself, Kim thought.

"For the animal crackers." Golden Arrow stated, organizing them by breed. Shego reached over… Golden Arrow slapped her hand away.

"It's the only thing that gets them out of hiding. Except Shego." Kim glanced at her. Shego smirked.

"I don't think I've ever been glad when Drakken's stolen technology, but when he pulled out that tranquilizer gun… Did you hurt yourself when you fell from that ceiling beam?"

"Yes, but nothing a couple animal crackers wouldn't heal."

"You're not getting animal crackers. You had your opportunity to come down, but you didn't." Shego huffed.

"It's not fair!" She whined.

"Babysitting you is not fair." Kim muttered.

"Have you told Mom and Dad yet?" Tim asked. Kim bit her lip.

"This is my way of telling them." She said.

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"Explain this to me again?" Mr. Dr. Possible asked. Kim took a deep breath, twirling the cord around her finger.

"I'm in charge of a league of toddlers, let's put it that way." Kim peered into the living room. They were on their hands and knees barking and mewing at each other.

It looked innocent enough… What was taking Ron so long?

"And they need to stay at the house."

"Exactly." She could feel her father's shrug.

"I don't have a problem with it." Yes, home free!

"Just ask your mother first." Kim's shoulders sagged.

No. No, no, no, no, no. There was no way Mom was going to let them stay. She would say there wasn't enough room or how they didn't have anything to take care of them. Instead, Kim said, "Okay, dad. Love you."

"Love you, too."

A short time later Kim came out and was surprised to find Ron sitting on the couch watching the girls.

"What are you guys playing?" He asked.

"Puppies and kitties." War Hawk chirped. Kim smiled.

"Are you guys like going to a show or something?" He asked.

"No. There's been an ongoing gang war behind the Cahtz and the Dawgz over an alleyway known as the shadow realm. The two groups have agreed to meet at the shadow realm because the Dawgz have murdered the Cahtz's leader, Fluffy." Mischief motioned to where an actual cat had its paws sticking up in the hair.

"Is that a real cat?" Ron's nose wrinkled. Rufus made puking noises.

"Metaphor got to keep her powers and Artica." Shego muttered.

"In retaliation, the Cahtz hung a dead dog carcass in their dog house. Here, in the shadow realm, they shall fight to the bloody end to see which are better once and for all. Wanna play?" Mischief grinned. Ron looked to Kim.

"Hey, Kim. Where have you been since I got here?"

"Talking to my mom. Don't let her catch on you are actually deaged crooks." They all nodded in understandment.

"Where's Drakken?"

"I think he ditched us." Kim sank onto the sofa.

"Can you blame him?" Golden Arrow asked.

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"I don't like peas." Artica stated, picking at them with her fork.

It was dinnertime and Kim wanted to scream. Even with Ron helping out, she was drained. Plus, the whole family was here and Mom had cooked dinner. Why did she have to not like peas?

"Please eat them." Kim begged.

"I don't like peas. Why would I eat something I don't like?"

"Because they're good for you." Ron said, taking a sip of his water and spat it out into his napkin.

Shego squealed with delight. Ron glared at her.

"Silly Ronnie, saltwater's for fishes!" She exclaimed. Mr. and Mrs. Dr. Possible stayed quiet.

"Shego, do you want my peas?" Shego looked at Artica, ceasing her laughter.

"Maybe."

"Come on, I know you like peas. You already ate all of yours."

"Yet I recall a time earlier today when I asked a favor of you and you rejected me."

"Let go of the animal crackers already!" Metaphor groaned.

"Do you want my peas or not?"

"Artica, stop trying to pawn off your peas to Shego."

"What are you going to do with them while you're at school?" Mrs. Dr. Possible asked. Kim shrugged.

"Daycare?" The girls stopped moving.

"If you put us in daycare, we will burn it down." Golden Arrow promised.

"Preps run daycares. I can't live with preps. Except you." Artica shrugged apologetically.

"Some of us still have powers." Metaphor warned.

"I don't know how many absences I can afford without failing my classes." Kim said.

"I'm barely passing as is." Ron said.

"You know, Drew was going for his degree in child psychology when he dropped out." Mr. Dr. Possible said, turning to Mrs. Dr. Possible.

"You're right. Maybe you should call him up." Kim laughed nervously.

"Why would I call him up?" Her parents raised their eyebrows simultaneously.

"I'm not that stupid. There's only one Shego and even though she's absolutely adorable and four years old, it's her." Shego grinned.

"I'm a special girl." She agreed. In more ways than one, Kim thought.

It should be interesting to see how Drakken was going to handle them.

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Yeah, short again, but school's back in session and I'm working on somebody else's computer. Yeah, and I did not make up that demented way of playing puppies and kitties. I…yeah I know no one cares but I'll jabber on anyway…was playing horsies and the girl that I was babysitting made up that poachers murdered the farmer and the rest of the horses. How did she tell me to respond? By breaking the poacher's neck in the horse show and taking care of her because she was a baby horse. Anyway, I'll try to update and cut off my addiction to YouTube. Please review.