EPILOGUES:

Epilogue I:
Just One Victory

Dr. Drakken stormed into his lair. It was only a few days after their escape from Monkey Fist and Maze. With world communications interrupted, and many countries paranoid about their air space as satellite systems were restored, it had been a long, winding trip back. There was dust on the consoles, and a fresh spider web here and there in the corners.

'Bah!' he spat angrily. 'I knew this would happen if I was away from the lair for too long! Those pitiful excuses for henchmen have bolted on me!'

'What did you expect, Dr. D?' said Shego, who had jumped into one of the chairs surrounding the circular lab desk in the middle of the room. She started sharpening her nails, sticking up her foot as the chair swiveled. 'We were gone for over two weeks - without a paycheck, why should they stay?'

'Oh I donno.' said Drakken sarcastically. 'How about loyalty? Honor? Common villain decency?'

Shego rolled her eyes. 'Yeah - 'cause we villains are all about the honor.' she said. 'So - what? You want me to round them up again?'

Drakken tapped his chin thoughtfully. 'No...' he said slowly. 'I think the time has come for me to create a new army of servants who will do my bidding without question!'

Shego glared. 'Hey - if you're thinking about hijacking that Monkey boy's statue gimmick, forget it!' she said. 'I've had enough of statues to last me a lifetime!'

'Oh no...' said Drakken dreamily, and a familiar, eager smile was spreading across his blue, scarred face. 'I'm thinking of something else!'

'You're not going to do synthodrones again are you?'

'No!' Drakken snapped. 'One puncture and they dissolve! It's not like I can just ask the world nicely to put away all their pins and nails!'

'What about your Hypo-Soccer Aberrator?'

Drakken blinked. He'd quite forgotten about it - The Hypersonic Cerebral Acerbator - the device that had been wrecked when Monkey Fist and Maze had first turned up at the lair and conscripted his aid. He looked over at the circular desk, and the pieces of his device were still lying on the floor around it. The henchmen hadn't even bothered to tidy things up before they left.

'Feh!' he said. 'I'm so over that idea!' And he remembered something tucked away in the labs, a formula that Team Probable had snatched for him a month ago, before this whole mess had started...

He took out a pencil and sketchbook and started scribbling, ideas and plans flowing in his mind. 'Ooo hoo-hoo!' he chuckled. 'Yes... a powerful new army! Not statues, not Synthodrones, and not robots! I'm thinking of something more... organic.'

And a feeling of building delight was growing in him as he drew out several stick figures of people, cringing in terror before an army of plants with fanged, venus fly-trap mouths...