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Just a quick note; a lot of you seem to be confused on whose talking. I don't purposely try to confuse you, I'm just trying to keep the rhythm of the story going. Generally, if there's a conversation between two people then I won't always say whose talking I just go back and forth between the two. For example, when Artica and Shego were talking about the peas. Artica would talk, then Shego, then Artica, and when Kim entered, I said it was her. I'll try to be better at that, I just want you to know that I'm just trying to write this the best way possible.
The villainesses had all long ago fallen asleep… except for Shego, staring at the ceiling, War Hawk asleep on the other side of the couch. She looked down; Kim had supplied sleeping bags for them. They positioned themselves so an intruder would "have to" wake them up before getting to Shego.
But Shego knew Tigress's strategies, better than most of them because she was usually at the butt end of them. If Tigress was going to kidnap her without waking the others, she would.
Would Tigress hurt the others? She wondered. Depended on her motives. Silly as it seemed, she worried about her brothers. Tigress used them as bait whenever she wanted an easy surrender. Did Tigress even know where they were? Good thing Drakken's voice had frightened her away before she had killed her in the lair.
Sure, she knew Tigress's strategies. Her motives were always a mystery, though.
Shego couldn't remember the last time she had felt afraid of the dark. She had learned to deal with useless fears like that a long time ago. But now, the shadows on the walls were being distorted by her mind into monsters. The wind sounded like a werewolf coming to eat her.
She was just a little girl; no powers, no great strength. She couldn't fight off things that big with this puny body. She felt scared enough to cry. What was wrong with her? These stupid urges and ways of thinking…
There was a clatter right outside the sliding glass door of the living room. All of the girls shot up, looking around.
"What was that?" Mischief asked.
"Do you think it's…?" Artica trailed off.
"We should go get someone." War Hawk said.
"No! It's probably just the wind." Shego was not about to have snooty Kim Possible come out and point out something perfectly honest.
"The wind isn't that strong or else the branches would be waving on the trees." Golden Arrow pointed out.
"Just in case something is going on, Shego, we should get an adult." War Hawk said. Shego stood up on the couch.
"Listen up. We're all just a little paranoid because Tigress came in, turned us into toddlers, and tried to strangle me. She probably doesn't even know we're here." There was another, even louder clatter.
"DRAKKEN!" Shego screamed, running for the guest bedroom.
Dr. Drakken, after getting over the strangeness that usually came from encountering a Possible civilly (this time it had been the entire clan), had made himself comfortable in the guest room. He was in the middle of a wonderful dream of ruling the world, his throne the largest water slide in all of Drakkengea, located in Drakkentopia, Drakkanada.
"You were right, Drewbie." Shego was whispering in his ear, dressed in a clown suit.
"Say it again." He begged.
"You were right, Drewbie."
"Again."
"Not even in your dreams." Yeah, she was right. Plus, the clown suit was creeping him out.
He slowly opened his eyes, wondering if anyone would notice if he had a small 2 a.m. snack. As he did, he saw a pair of green eyes staring at him an inch away from his face.
"Drakken…"
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!" He jumped a foot in the air. He looked around and saw five other pairs of eyes just staring at him.
"There's something outside and we think it's coming for Shego." Mischief said.
"It's probably just your imaginations." He said, lying back down.
Lord knows he had tried to get along with children, but after Debbie…
"You'd feel really bad if Tigress eated Shego wouldn't you?" Artica asked.
"Just because she's part tiger doesn't mean she eats people."
"Yeah, she does. I saw her this one time. We were just walking along and she pounced on this little girl and tore her throat open…"
"Let's keep it PG, Goldie." Metaphor warned.
"So, are you gonna check it out or not? 'Cause if you don't, we're going to be up all night and be very cranky for you tomorrow." Shego said. Drakken sighed and kicked off the blankets.
"Ew! Put a shirt on first, you hairy mammoth!" Shego exclaimed.
"You know, stuff like this is why I had to wear Good Nights." Mischief said. Golden Arrow turned to her.
"I think you need to relay that information to Kim before she has to clean your sleeping bag."
Eventually Drakken pulled on a Garth Brooks concert t-shirt and after Drakken got a ham sandwich and a flashlight, they all went out the sliding glass door.
Drakken turned on the flashlight and the beam hit two knocked-over metal trashcans.
"See? That's what you heard, the trashcans falling over. Can you all go back to sleep now?"
"I heard claws and I sleep right next to the door." Mischief said.
"Did you spill that cup of water Kim gave you before bed?" Drakken asked. She shrugged.
"I wouldn't say spilled as much as a medical handicap that I overcame with age." Before the girls started to make fun of Mischief, they heard a rustling behind the garbage can.
Drakken turned the beam. It scuttled away. Drakken motioned the girls to stay back and while eating his ham sandwich crept closer to the noise. And closer. And closer. He heard a warning growl, but it came too late.
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"Drew, what happened to you last night?" Mr. Dr. Possible asked the next day. The missus had already left for work.
"It was an attack." He said, sitting down. He had claw marks all over his face.
"Tigress?" Kim asked as Shego came in with an empty bowl.
"A raccoon stole his sandwich." She said, getting the stool.
Kim and her father turned to Drakken. He sighed.
"It's true. I got in a fight with a raccoon over a ham sandwich and the raccoon won. The girls are going to help me pick up the trash today, aren't you?" Shego chuckled, rinsing her bowl and putting it in the dish washer.
"Bite me." She muttered. Kim swung her backpack on.
"Good luck with them today." She said.
"Wait, Kim, I need you to-" Kim left before he said anything else.
She worried about Drakken all day. Toddlers were cruel and without mercy. Who knew what mini-villains could come up with? Her and Ron raced home.
"Drakken! We're here! Call out if you're still conscious!" Ron yelled.
"We're in the living room and you just woke up Shego." He called back. They cautiously entered.
The girls were mesmerized by "The Lion King 1 1/2" such as only young children can be. Drakken was calmly sitting on the couch, War Hawk sitting next to him and… awww. Kim pulled Ron's phone out and took a picture.
"Shego fell asleep? In your lap?" Ron asked in amazement.
"Yes, she's bushed out from last night. She didn't sleep a wink." Shego's head was on the verge of rolling off Drakken's knees. It would bob up every time it was close.
"What else have you guys done?" Kim asked.
"Oh, I had them clean up the garbage first of course. Then, we went to the mall and bought the cutest little outfits at this boutique. We had lunch at some pickle place and they had a blast with the games at the arcade. They pooled their tickets and got a monkey they named Stashio. On the way home, we found a movie rental and decided on some movies they've been wanting to see but have been too embarrassed to see because of their age."
"Next, we're going to watch "The Nutcracker". I don't think it's going to be that good with Barbie, but you never know." Artica shrugged.
"You are an absolute natural." Kim praised. Drakken shook his head.
"They're not angry at me anymore. That's a plus." Kim took a double take.
"They're still in their villainess costumes. They didn't bathe?"
"I was waiting for you." Mischief turned to Kim.
"Yeah, we don't need Drakken looking at us nakie." Shego's head jerked up. Her eyes were wide. She looked up at Drakken.
"Dr. D, I had the strangest dream. You had a lair sale and Tigress…" Shego looked around and took in her surroundings.
"Oh no, it's reality." Shego sat up and scooted away from Drakken.
But not too far away.
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This should be interesting, Kim coordinating the bathing of a group of evil toddlers. Please review.
