Authors Note: Thanks to everyone who cares about this story. I'm glad so many people are enjoying it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible.
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"Speak low, if you speak love."
~Much Ado About Nothing, ii, 1
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What a week it had been. He was happy it was nearly over. The bullying, the missions, the weirdness. Not to mention the extra homework. It was all beginning to pile up a bit. But in a few short hours he would be free for a nice, relaxing weekend. If there were no more missions, that is. But with his luck there would be. Unless… no. There was no way any of that stuff was true.
Ron sat at his usual lunch table surrounded by his usual companions. So far today had been pretty quiet and mellow. There wasn't any juicy gossip to talk about. If there was, Monique would be sure to know about it. But the school was still abuzz about what had occurred during cheer practice yesterday. Pretty much everyone had been surprised that the blonde girl had any kind of talent. Some were happier about the revelation than others.
Looking to his best friend, he smiled as he saw that she had brought her lunch from home. She wouldn't be gagging on mystery meat today. He wondered if she was going to make it a permanent thing like him. He was snapped out of his daydream when he heard her say his name.
"Huh?" he asked.
"Just asking what your plans for tonight are, Ron," she said.
"Oh. Uh, Felix and me have some major gaming plans tonight."
"That sounds, um… gameish."
"Yup. There's a big Zombie Mayhem online tournament tonight. We're going to kick some undead butt."
"Wait, you can play video games over the internet now?"
"Yeah. Welcome to the 21st century, Kim."
"Ugh. I'm so not into the whole gaming scene."
"Yeah, I remember," Felix said.
Ron laughed at the memories.
"Yeah. You were so clueless. 'Jump-kick! Jump-kick!'," he said mocking her earlier attempts at playing Zombie Mayhem.
Kim merely growled in response.
"Hey we're just kidding!" Felix grinned.
"Yup. If it's not your thing then it's not your thing. Even you can't do anything, despite what the motto says."
"I bet I could if I tried…" she grumbled.
"Someday I'll make you back up those words," Ron told her.
"Okay, so you're gaming tonight. No big," she said before turning to Monique. "How about you, Monique. Any big plans tonight?"
"Nope. Absolutely nothing happening on a Friday night. I'm so lame," Monique joked.
"Then it looks like we have something in common. How about the mall and a movie?"
"Sounds perfect."
"Any good movies coming out tonight?"
"Oh! You two need to go see that new action movie!" Ron interjected. "The one where the alien invaders take on the horde of zombies!"
Kim and Monique silently stared at him for a moment before turning back to each other.
"I'm thinking that new romantic comedy," Kim suggested. "You know, the one with that charming yet awkward British actor?"
"Oh yeah, I've heard good things about it," Monique agreed.
"Romances… why is it always romances with you girls!" Ron wondered aloud.
"Maybe you'll find out some day," Felix joked.
"Ouch," Monique commented.
The teens continued chatting and throwing lighthearted insults at each other. Ron was thrilled that the weekend was fast approaching. Tonight there would be nothing but gaming bliss with Felix. He was sure that the two of them would win the tournament. He had gotten a lot better, and no longer even thought about using a cheat book to aid him. Then on Saturday and Sunday he would no doubt be spending time with Kim and everyone else. Things were looking up for him. He couldn't help but think about why it was happening.
As he continued to ponder the words that had echoed in his head since the previous day, Kim once again spoke up.
"Kinda weird how Camille was able to do those moves…" she said to no one in particular.
"Yeah, I can't say I was expecting that," Monique agreed.
Both boys nodded in agreement without saying a word. As they did, Kim reached down and fished her kimmunicator from her pocket. Wade appeared on the screen and looked to be ready for whatever Kim called him for.
"What's up Kim?" he asked.
"Wade, I have a bit of an unusual request."
"Considering I hack into government databases and super villain profiles all the time, I don't think anything you could say would be weirder."
"Point taken," she said. "Anyway, I need you to run a background check on Camille."
"Okay, what for?"
"I just want to know more about her and her history. What's she been up to? And how did she get so good at gymnastics?"
"Someone's jealous…" Felix said playfully.
"I am so not jealous."
"Okay, so then why do you want to know so much?"
"Because… because it's just weird!" she told him. "How could she do that? We've all seen her on TV and in the news. She's…" she stopped herself before going on.
"She's what?" Wade asked.
"Nevermind. So can you do it?"
"Piece of cake."
It took only about twenty seconds for Wade to access Camille's school records and put them up on the screen. After that, he gathered up any and all legal records that were available, but there was next to nothing there. Apparently the only crimes she had ever committed involved speeding tickets.
"Okay, let's see what we have here…" Kim said as she began to read selected pieces aloud. "Traffic violation, traffic violation… blah blah blah…"
"Nothing that bad so far." Monique commented.
"School records…" Kim continued. "Three years of home schooling in Los Angeles, then three months at some private academy in Paris, another three months in New York, and now she's here. Wait, what?"
The other teens just looked at her in silence as they expected her to continue and explain what she had found.
"On the school's gymnastics team in both Paris and New York. Well, I guess that could explain it. She would have had to have prior experience to be on some private schools teams."
"See, you're getting all worryish over nothing," Ron told her.
"Maybe…"
"Personally I blame the fake you," he said. "You were right when you said it was throwing you off your game. It's getting you all worked up over nothing. I mean, you're actually getting paranoid about Camille being able to do some flips and stuff."
Kim let out a quiet laugh and shook her head as she realized he was right.
"Wow Ron, you're right," she agreed. "I shouldn't be looking for something that isn't there. It's awesome that she's more than just a big, ignorant mouth."
"That's the Kim I know."
She turned to look back down at Wade.
"Well thanks for the info, Wade. Now that that mystery is solved, I can focus more on practicing the routines."
"No problem, Kim. Call if you need anything else."
"Will do."
The screen went blank as she put the kimmunicator back in her pocket and looked back up to her friends. Noticing that Ron and Felix were both done with their meals, she looked down at her sandwich and saw how much was left. And she had barely even dented the small bag of chips.
"I thought the lack of mystery meat would improve your appetite," Monique said.
"I guess I'm just a slow eater."
"Or they're really fast ones."
Kim smiled as she remembered the time Ron and Felix had had a competition to see who could devour their meal faster. Felix had won, but that hadn't stopped Ron from trying to beat him every now and then. Despite today not being one of those times, they had still eaten their lunches extremely quick. She then noticed both of them eyeing her chips and dessert.
"So not happening," she smirked at them.
Ron and Felix let out disappointed groans. The two girls giggled as they saw them both pout.
"My appetite suddenly came back," she said before taking a large bite of her sandwich.
The boys grumbled as she continued to eat. But soon enough they switched topics, and the rest of the lunch period was spent talking about each pairs plans for later tonight.
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Why did they have cheer practice on Fridays? It just didn't make any sense to him. Once the bell rang and the last class ended, his day was over. His week was over. It seemed as if every week he asked himself why he had to stay after school. But at least he didn't have to do much. Most of the time he sat around watching the cheerleaders practice their own routine. But when he wasn't, he was either spotting them during the particularly tricky stunts, or perfecting his own act. And since his own act was as good as it was going to get, he was currently benched.
He sat at the very bottom of the wooden bleachers and looked on as the cheer squad went over their routine. He estimated that he had seen it dozens of times over the past several weeks. But with sectionals fast approaching, he understood the need to keep working at it. He was amazed by how fluid and graceful their movements were. A flip here, a cartwheel there, it all added up to some kind of physical poetry. He was sure they would win at the upcoming competition. Upperton and Lowerton didn't stand a chance.
Normally his eyes were drawn to one person in particular, that being Kim. As his best friend, as well as pretty much the only girl on the squad who liked him, he couldn't help but not look at her as she performed all of her moves with precise perfection. But today was different. There was someone new to watch. Amazingly enough, Camille seemed to actually be making an attempt to befriend him. While it wasn't unusual for people to try to make new friends, it was unusual in this case. Camille was rich, famous and beautiful. She was already at the top of the food chain after attending this school for only a few days. She was also friends with Bonnie Rockwaller. He on the other hand was a Pink Sloth. He was the lowest of the low, at the very bottom of the food chain. For someone like her to intentionally talk to someone like him was beyond wrong. Had it not been for him and Kim being friends, it would have been unheard of.
So he reasoned that it wasn't totally impossible for Camille to make contact with him. Except the physical kind. Why had she touched his hand yesterday? His mind went blurry when it was actually happening, but now that he was sitting here thinking about it, it did seem rather… odd. But still, the question was why? Was he simply over thinking it? Maybe he shouldn't bother with the "why", and just sit back and enjoy it. Or maybe all of the talk about karma actually did make sense. He was a good person after all. He helped save the world a lot. He treated everyone nicely no matter how bad they treated him. Maybe he really was getting rewarded for all of his good works.
The girls had just successfully formed a human pyramid with Kim standing proudly at the top of it. After holding it for a few seconds, they slowly began to come apart as each of the girls came back down to the mats.
"Okay girls, great job," Kim congratulated them. "Take five minutes for a break, and don't forget to get something to drink."
Good old Kim. She was always looking out for the people she cared about. She even did so for the people she didn't care about, and even her enemies. It was all part of what made her such a wonderful person, and an even better friend.
After toweling off her face she walked over to the bottom steps of the bleachers and took a seat next to Ron.
"Looking great out there, KP," he said warmly.
"Thanks Ron."
"Seriously, you guys are totally going to win sectionals. Those other teams don't stand a chance."
"We have to remember to take every challenge seriously," she warned him.
Ron merely waved off her concerns.
"With moves like those?" he asked. "Please. You guys are a lock for regionals."
"Well… we have been working really hard and all…" she said modestly.
"Absolutely!" he agreed. "I've been watching you every day all year. Well, except for my numerous sick days."
"You do seem to get randomly sick a lot, Ron," she smiled.
"Hah, yeah… good times…" he chuckled. "A guy needs a day off every couple of weeks."
"Especially on days where there's a test. Such as last week's Latin test."
"Well excuse me for hating that class more than any other class I've ever taken."
"You were the one who wanted to take it in the first place."
"I thought I would get to eat salsa!" he whined.
"And yet, it still didn't stop you from sneaking salsa and tortilla chips into class that one time."
"That was worth the detention."
"I'm sure it was."
He heard his stomach growl at the thought of food. He looked down at it, and then up at Kim who had heard it too.
"So is practice almost over?" he asked.
"Almost. We're just going to practice the routine one more time with a few alterations in case we get an injury. The girls have to be prepared for a few roles in case a spot needs to be filled."
"Always thinking ahead, Kim."
"And that's why I'm the captain," she smiled before turning and looking at Bonnie. 'Unlike Ms. Buy-New-Uniforms-For-The-Squad' over there. She didn't do one thing to improve the team or routines. No wonder she only lasted a week."
"Ah yes, freshman year…" Ron thought aloud. "Everything was so different back then."
"Not really. I'd say everything is pretty much the same. Same spots on the squad, you're still the mascot, Bonnie and Mr. Barkin are still both mean…" she trailed off.
"So different..." he repeated thoughtfully.
Kim chuckled and shook her head before standing up.
"Okay, I need to go get some water before we get back to practicing. We'll talk more after."
"Have fun."
She walked off to get her water bottle from where it was sitting and took a drink. After that, the squad gathered back together on the mats and listened to what Kim was saying. After about a minute of talking, they broke apart and the girls took their positions to begin the routine once more. Before they did though, Kim took a few steps toward Ron.
"Hey Ron, could you come here?" she asked.
He had a good idea of what was going on, but it wouldn't hurt to ask.
"What's up?" he wondered.
"Since we have a bunch of girls in places they aren't used to, we could use an extra spotter. Sound okay?"
"No problem."
"Okay good," she said before turning her attention back to the squad. "Okay girls, get ready."
The familiar song used in this routine began playing once more. Ron stood a few steps away from the action as the girls once again went to work. After numerous gymnastic and acrobatic displays, they were once more well on their way to forming their human pyramid. So far so good, as the bottom three had successfully gotten into position. Next came the two middle girls, who would have to jump onto the waiting shoulders of the bottom three. Camille was one of the replacements taking part in the routine this time. She would be the left of the two girls, who would then be responsible for holding Kim at the very top of the pyramid. It started off well, as Camille was able to land atop the three base girls. But only a second after landing, Ron saw her wavering. Rushing over next to the girls, he arrived just in time as the blonde girl came crashing down from her spot, and landed in his arms. He stood there for a moment before lowering her to her feet. By now the routine had stopped, and the girls looked to see if Camille was alright. Ron was the first to ask.
"You okay, Camille?"
A thankful smile formed on her face as she looked at him.
"Ron, you're my hero!" she gushed.
"Well, I don't know about-"
He didn't finish his sentence as she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly. His own arms were at his side, and he didn't know what to do with them. Should he return the embrace? If so, how tight? How long? Was it safer to do nothing? He honestly didn't know what to do in a situation like this. The only girl he had ever hugged had been Kim, and they were just friends. There wasn't anything awkward between the two of them. Camille on the other hand, well…
But before he could reach a decision, she let go of him and took a step back. She looked at him once more.
"We should hang out sometime," she suggested softly.
Had he just heard her right?
"What?" he asked.
"You and me, we should do something sometime."
"Oh… yeah. Totally," he said distractedly.
His mind was cleared when he heard the harsh voice of Bonnie.
"Hey! If you two are done socializing, we have a routine to practice!" she barked.
"See you later…" the blonde smirked before turning and walking back to the center of the mats.
Ron stood there as his mind began racing once more. But he knew that he had to get his head in the game. There would be time to think about what had just happened later. Right now he had to be prepared in case someone slipped and fell again. But he wasn't the only one who was thinking about what had just occurred.
A few feet away Kim stood looking at Ron, then at Camille. While her face didn't show it, she was completely confused by what she had just seen.
"No way…" she whispered to herself.
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Kim and Ron were walking home from school like they had done every day for nearly three years. The only real exceptions were when they went on a mission straight from school. Usually they had the most random and stupid conversations as they walked. But today was different. While Ron was talking like he usually did, Kim was being unusually silent.
She hadn't had a chance to speak with him much at the end of practice. Once the routine with the backups had finished, the girls had gone to the locker room to change back into their street clothes. Only now as they walked home was she finally alone with him. Her silence didn't go unnoticed for long.
"You okay, Kim?" he wondered.
"Yeah, um, yeah. Just something on my mind is all."
"What's up?"
"It's about what happened during practice."
"I know. I really should start studying for tests rather than pretending to be sick. I know that I can't run away from my problems forever, and I have to stand up and face Latin class.
"Not about that, Ron."
"Oh. Then forget everything I just said."
"It's about what happened between you and Camille."
"Oh, um, that," he said uneasily. "What about it?"
"I don't know. You tell me."
"I don't know any more than you do."
"It's about the fall."
"Oh, her falling? Yeah, that could have been bad. It was a good thing I was spotting. That was a good call on your part."
"Not exactly what I meant."
"Okay, stop being cryptic-girl and just come out with it."
"Well… it looked fake."
"Fake?"
"Yeah. I was still on the ground when she and Bonnie went up. I saw everything. And when she started losing her balance and fell, well, it looked fake."
"I don't get it. Why would she fall on purpose?"
"I don't know."
"Then how do you know?"
"Just experience. I've seen a lot of girls fall when doing pyramids and other things. And her fall didn't look like an accident."
"No way. Did you see how thankful she was that I caught her?"
"Yeah, that's the other thing…"
"There's another thing?"
"Yeah. I saw the way she was looking at you when she called you… her hero."
A smile formed on his face as he remembered the blonde's words. He looked down to the sidewalk as he replayed the moment in his head over and over.
"Ron?"
His daydreaming stopped as he looked up and back to his best friend.
"Huh?"
"Don't 'huh' me," she smirked. "I saw the look on your face when I brought up the hero thing."
"Right, yeah. That was pretty cool, wasn't it?"
"More like pretty weird."
"Why weird?"
"How can I say this without hurting your feelings…" she said before pausing to choose her next words carefully. "But do you really think that Camille Leon would um… like a guy like…"
Apparently she couldn't think of anything to say that wouldn't sound insulting to Ron. Instead she just didn't bother to finish her sentence.
"Oh, I get it. There's no way someone like her could like someone like me?"
"No no no." she said before scrambling to do damage control. "You're a great guy. Really, you are. But do you really think you're boyfriend material for someone like her?"
"Why not? I'm a good guy. And I do a lot of good things. And now I'm getting repaid for all of it."
"What are you talking about?"
"It's called karma, KP," he explained. "Look it up."
"I know what karma is. I just don't really think she's into you."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means that you shouldn't be looking too much into it. I mean, I'm sure she was really thankful for you catching her, even though it did look fake to me. Who knows, I could be wrong."
"Okay, I sense there's a 'but' coming."
"But…" she continued. "I really think that if anything, she was just being friendly. You shouldn't think that she's romantically interested in you just because she hugged you and stuff. Thinking like that can get you hurt when you find out she only wants to be friends."
Ron frowned as he thought about what she was saying. Of course she was right. There was no way someone as popular and beautiful as Camille Leon would be into him like that. It all had to be a misunderstanding. Kim was smart and knew what she was talking about. Especially from a girls point of view. And again, she was being a good friend. He knew that she didn't want to see him get hurt because of this.
But then again, why had Camille said they should hang out? He was sure that no one else had heard her say that. And what about the hand thing? And all of the other signs he was seeing. Could he really just be misinterpreting it all? Or was there more to it than he and Kim could see?
He decided that she was probably right, and he was probably wrong. It wouldn't be anything new in the long time they've known each other. If there was one thing he could count on in life, it was that Kim knew what she was talking about.
"Probably," he said dejectedly.
It was her turn to frown as she noticed the disappointment in his voice. She hadn't wanted to hurt him, in fact it was just the opposite. She had only told him these things because she wanted to protect him.
"It's okay, Ron. Just remember that you have a big night of video gaming with Felix in a few hours."
That brought some happiness back to his face as he thought about the hours of gaming he would be doing.
"Thanks Kim. That was the perfect thing to say."
"I figured it would be. So how about we hit Bueno Nacho to get you some energy for mummy slaying?"
"Zombie slaying."
"Same thing."
Nearly the entire time spent walking to Bueno Nacho was filled with Ron explaining to her what the differences between zombies and mummies were. Though it wasn't exactly her ideal subject to talk about, it was good to see him in a cheerful mood.
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Camille stood outside her home with her arms folded. She was getting impatient. She had made arrangements with her employer to be picked up so that she could deliver the stolen diamond to him. He had insisted on the secrecy of his lair, so he had told her to wait outside for a small hovercraft type vehicle to pick her up. She had been out there for nearly three minutes. Didn't he know that she was a busy and important woman? Didn't he know better than to not make her wait like this?
The scowl was still on her face when she heard something in the sky approaching her huge backyard. There were no other houses near her own, so she was sure that no one else would hear the craft. Looking up, she saw the vehicle beginning to make its way down to the grass. It was indeed small, not much bigger than a van. When the craft landed, a hatch on the side opened up for her, and the driver beckoned her to come inside. She looked disdainfully at the man clad in red as she entered and sat next to him.
"Took you long enough," she growled.
"My apologies, Ms. Leon," the henchman said.
"Look, can you just hurry up and get me to this stupid lair? I have a life you know."
"Sure thing. But first, did you bring the package?"
"Yes, I brought it," she said pointing at her black purse.
"Okay okay, just making sure. I have my orders and stuff."
The henchman didn't know what was in her purse. All he knew was that it was something that his employer wanted. The less he knew the better. And since he had no idea that it was a priceless diamond, he would be in no way tempted to steal it for himself.
Flying at speeds that matched most commercial aircraft, the small hovercraft reached the Rocky Mountain lair in less than twenty minutes. The man in red brought the craft into the landing bay where it touched down and the hatches opened once more. He and Camille exited from their respective sides, and she stood around impatiently waiting for the man to bring her to her employer.
"This way, Ms. Leon," he said motioning to the door.
"About time…" she said, making sure he could hear her.
The two walked down the narrow halls to the main control room of the lair. The doors opened up automatically and they stepped inside to see the two familiar faces of Dr. Drakken and Shego.
"Dr. Drakken, sir," the henchman said. "I brought Ms. Leon here like you asked."
The blue-skinned man turned with a sinister grin on his face.
"Yes yes, good job and all that stuff. You're excused."
The henchman turned and exited the control room and made his way to the recreation room. His ping pong skills needed some improvement.
"Camille! It's good to see you again!" he said genuinely. "I take it that you brought me my diamond?"
"Uh huh," she confirmed.
"Oh goody! Let me see it!"
The heiress opened up her purse and took out a small case which contained the diamond. She opened it and removed the large gem. After looking at it for a few moments, she tossed it to the super villain. It bounced around in his hands a few times before he was finally able to secure his grasp on it.
"What do you think you're doing!" he yelled. "You could have broken it!"
"Um, Dr. D, diamonds are one of the hardest things in the world," Shego told him. "I don't think it would break because your freakishly small hands dropped it."
Drakken brought one of his hands up to look at and wiggled his fingers a few times.
"They're not that small!"
"Sure they aren't."
He looked at the diamond with pure glee on his face. He extended his arm to hold the diamond above his head as he continued to stare into it.
"And now, I finally have the energy supply for my newest weapon! The Ultracharged Devastator Laser!"
Both women looked at him without saying a word.
"With this weapon of ultimate destruction, I can level entire city blocks in just one shot! The world will tremble before me!"
"Look, that's great and all, but I want my money," Camille told him.
"Ah yes, your money. Shego, transfer the funds to Camille's account."
"Do I look like your secretary?" the green-hued woman asked.
Drakken growled in frustration. He walked over to his control console and pressed an intercom button.
"Bob! I need you to send the payment to Camille's account!" he yelled into it.
It took a few seconds for the henchman to respond.
"Yes sir," he finally said. "And you know, you don't have to yell into that thing. It hurts my ears."
"This is my lair! I will do what I want!"
"Sounds like the henchmen are getting rebellious," Shego said sarcastically.
"I'll show them who's boss…"
He pressed another button, this one sending the message to every room in the lair.
"May I have your attention please! Next week's Hawaiian Shirt Friday has been cancelled!" he yelled before lowering his voice. "That is all."
Though there were no henchmen in the room with him, he was sure that they were groaning in disappointment all around the lair.
"That will teach them to respect me," he said to Shego.
"Oh yeah, you sure showed them. Now I don't have to see them all in their stupid colorful shirts. Good job."
The smile disappeared from his face as a realization hit him.
"Wait a minute. You only said that because you wanted me to cancel Hawaiian Shirt Friday?"
"Uh, yeah. It's stupid."
Drakken mumbled something as he stepped back toward the control console.
"Attention henchmen! Hawaiian Shirt Friday is officially reinstated! That is all."
Shego growled softly before bringing her magazine back up to her face.
"Whatever."
He looked up at the large screen in the room and brought up his financial records. He saw that funds had been transferred from his account to Camille's. The blonde teen looked up at the screen and saw it as well. But before she left, she brought out her phone and checked her own account to make sure what was on the screen wasn't fake. A few seconds later she had confirmed that the money was indeed in her account, and that this transaction was over.
"A pleasure doing business with you, Camille," Dr. Drakken said. "And how is phase two coming along?"
"I have Ron right where I want him. And I have big plans for the two of us tomorrow night."
"Good, good."
"Right, let me ask you something, Dr. D," Shego said. "Where did you get this sudden idea to break up Team Possible?"
Drakken turned and looked at his sidekick.
"What do you mean, 'where did I get the idea to break up Team Possible'?," he said disdainfully. "I'm an evil genius. These ideas come to me without any effort."
"I guess that would explain why you fail so much," she grinned.
"I'll have you know that I'm so brilliant, that I can't even remember all the ingenious ideas that I come up with. It just so happens that I thought of this idea, and had the foresight to write it down on a posted note and put it on my computer so I wouldn't forget about it."
"Great. So how does breaking up Team Possible help us conquer the world again?"
"Because…" he said uneasily. "Because once they're no longer a team, she won't be nearly as effective in foiling my evil plans!"
"How so?"
"Don't you remember that 'Ron Factor' file we acquired from Global Justice?"
"That file was a load of garbage."
"Either way, the file says that the sidekick is instrumental in the success of Kim Possible's missions!"
"And how exactly did we get this file?" she asked. "Because I know that I didn't break in and get it for you."
"Look, I don't remember all the details. All I know is that this is my greatest plan yet. Happy?"
"It's hard to be optimistic when you've failed in every effort over the past two and a half years."
"We'll see who's gloating when it works! It will be me!"
"Whatever."
"Hey, if you two are done arguing, you need to tell your driver guy to take me home," Camille said.
"Of course," Dr. Drakken agreed. "I wouldn't want to keep you from manipulating the sidekick."
Camille began walking toward the exit, but stopped and turned to look back at Shego.
"And you," she said pointing at the villainess. "You need to stop calling me and telling me what to do. I don't know why you're so weird, but the only thing it means to me is that you're an item on the Bueno Nacho menu. Just let me do my job."
She left after saying this, leaving a confused Drakken and Shego. The mad scientist looked to his sidekick wanting an explanation.
"Shego, what was that about?"
"I honestly have no idea. By the way, where did you even find that chick?"
"Craigslist. You can find anything there."
"Evil Craigslist?"
"That's what I said. Craigslist."