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AFTERMATH 11: Cupid Struck Stupid
(A/N: Welcome to 'Season Two' of Kim Possible: Aftermath. Season One began with Aftermath 1: Redemption. I would advise starting there if you haven't already.)
Cupid Ray
"Spring is in the air, KP," Ron said, gesturing around them as he and Kim walked hand in hand through the park.
Kim looked at the various couples walking around. "Wow, tell me about it," she said. There wasn't a single lone person as far as she could see. Josh and Tara, Felix and Zita, Bonnie and Junior, even Hirotaka and Amelia were out on a date somewhere she knew.
"The Spring Lovers Barn Dance is gonna be badical!" Ron exclaimed excitedly. "I actually have you!"
She smiled softly at him. "Come on, let's head to Bueno Nacho," she said.
"You know the way straight to my heart, KP," Ron said, slinging an arm over her shoulders. She grinned up at him.
KP
The couple sat in the fast food restaurant, grinning and laughing. "Hey guys," Monique glumly said, coming up to their table.
"Monique, hey. What's wrong?" Kim asked, gesturing for Monique to sit. She did so.
"Okay, I know it's stupid, but it's the Spring Lovers Barn Dance and again, I'm dateless and alone. Ugh, this is just like Valentine's Day last year," Monique complained, discouraged as she rested her cheeks in her hands.
"Oh Monique, you're not the only one," Kim said reassuringly.
"No? Let's review," she said. Holding up her hand, she tallied the couple. "Josh and Tara, Bonnie and Junior, you two, Zita and Felix, Larry and Charlotte, Hirotaka and Amelia, Yori has her pick, heck, even Ned is partnering up. With Justine Flanner, Kim! Justine Flanner! I'm just the loser!"
"Oh, uh, I'm sure you'll find someone," Kim reassured.
"Yeah, right," Monique doubtfully replied, depressed. "I'll catch you guys later."
"Monique…!" Kim began, but Monique was already walking away.
"Man, I feel sorry for her," Ron said.
"I'm sure she'll find someone," Kim confidently replied.
KP
Monique walked through Middleton, head held low. She heard giggling and looked up. A couple was there, laughing together. She looked around. She couldn't see a single, well, single, around. Some couples were looking at her curiously. She groaned and searched for a refuge. She spotted a sushi place and quickly entered it.
She surveyed the room and inwardly groaned. Couples were everywhere. She sighed despondently. A waiter came up to her. "Table for two?" he asked in a Japanese accent.
She winced. "Um…" she began.
"Your date is coming later, I see," he said.
"No, no date. Just… just me," she said.
The waiter blinked blankly at her. "Just you?" he asked, unsure he'd heard correctly.
"That's what I said! Problem with that?!" she testily shot.
"Of course not. Follow me," he assured, beckoning for her to follow. He led her to a table in a private corner. It was, of course, for two, but there were no single tables at all in the restaurant. Or in most restaurants. He left her with a menu. She opened it up and began looking through. She didn't understand what half of it was, but she didn't really care.
"Waiting for your guy, huh?" a waitress said, arriving to take her drink order. Monique blinked then burst into tears, face-planting on the table. The waitress, alarmed, quickly backed away. "Um, I'll come back," she awkwardly said.
KP
Monique sat there crying, head buried in her arms and wallowing in self-pity. All at once a familiar voice said, "Such tears, tigress. Why so miserable?"
She gasped and looked up. "Fukushima?!" she exclaimed in shock. She wiped her eyes quickly and said, "I-I'm not crying. Why do you care anyway? What are you doing here, Traitor?"
"I very much missed sushi," he answered, smirking. He slipped into the seat across from her.
"Did I say you could join me?" she asked sharply. Her tears were drying quickly, she realized, and for some reason, she suddenly felt better, but she wasn't sure why. She wasn't!
"I did not expect an invitation," he replied.
"Being alone would be better than being with you," she bit.
"So that is what your tears were for," he remarked, amused. "You were sad because you were alone."
"Nuh uh!" she argued. "Back off boy, you don't know anything."
"You are no longer alone, Monique," he said.
"Did you not hear me? I would rather be alone than with you!" she yelled. He just laughed at her. "I'm serious!" she insisted.
"The nigiri is very good," he said.
"Did you just make a pass at me?" she asked. He smirked and pointed at her menu. She blinked then blushed deeply. "Oh," she said. "Um, you never heard that." He grinned wickedly, eyes mischievous. "S-so, you know what all this stuff is?" she asked.
"Hai," he replied, nodding.
"W-well, I guess it's okay if you stay then. I think. You know, just to help me with the raw fish thing," she awkwardly stammered, blushing.
"Not because you want a date?" he mock-pouted.
"Don't push it, boy," she warned.
"It would be my honor to help you," he said, bowing to her.
"Right, honor," she said, smiling and brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
KP
The man who had seated her here in the first place came over. She felt slightly bad. She must have really spooked the waitress. "Kon'nichiwa," Fukushima greeted, bowing. The man started then beamed, excitedly and quickly starting to speak in the same tongue. Fukushima carried on a conversation for a while—she was pretty sure it involved her, as she'd heard her name—then ordered food for both of them. The man bowed to him and he bowed back. The waiter swiftly left.
"What did you tell him?" she wondered.
"I asked if he would apologize to the waitress you frightened," he answered.
"You saw that?" she asked, blushing.
"As I came in," he answered. "It was not difficult to deduce."
"Oh. Uh, my bad," she said, innocently grinning and shrugging. He laughed.
KP
The food came and Monique looked over the odd spread. "When I think of sushi I think rolls," she said. "What is half this stuff?"
"Sashimi," he answered, handing her a pair of chopsticks. She took them.
"I honestly don't know how to use these," she said, looking around. Suddenly she wasn't feeling so out of place. This wasn't a date, but at least she was with someone. Of the opposite gender. And best of all, judging by some of the looks they were given, a few were envious of her and him.
"I will show you," he said. He took her hand and adjusted the position of her fingers, explaining as he went. After some demonstrations and a lot of mess-ups, she was finally able to use them functionally, albeit not well.
"It takes practice," he remarked, easily picking up a piece and holding it out to her.
She grinned and took what he offered. "Not the smoothest line, but it works," she said. He beamed proudly and conspiratorially. The two finished eating in comfortable silence, with some conversation here and there but not much. Monique determined that she liked watching him eat. The skill he wielded those chopsticks with was mind-blowing. "Boy, you could turn those into a weapon," she said.
"I have before. Did you enjoy?" he asked with a smile, pointing at her empty tray.
"Y'know, I actually did," she replied. "What's that on your plate? It wasn't on mine," she asked, gesturing to the sushi he was currently in the process of finishing off.
"In a term you know, sea urchin," he replied. "It is an acquired taste."
"Can I try?" she asked.
"You are brave," he replied, offering her a small piece.
She took it and began chewing. She grimaced and swallowed. "Not a fan of the texture, and the taste is kinda weird," she said.
He rolled his eyes affectionately, finishing it off. "Come, Tigress. Let us go see a movie," he said.
"Didn't I tell you this wasn't a date?" she asked. "But uh, I have been wanting to catch that new action flick."
"Fair enough," he said. They rose to leave. "Allow me the honor of paying for our food," he said, bowing to her.
"Um, thanks," she said, grinning a bit.
KP
The two approached the theatre. "I'll pay for the tickets," she offered, feeling slightly bad about him paying for the meal. It hadn't been cheap, and that was an understatement.
"Monique, it would be my honor to pay for the theatre," he said.
"Fukushima, you've spent plenty on me already," she said.
"I am not 'hard up,' as you say, for money. I have much saved. At Yamanouchi we had little opportunity to go down to the nearby village or the town to spend it," he assured.
"You don't have a job either," she argued.
"Do not fear, Tigress. If you wish, next time you may have the honor of paying the full cost," he said.
"What makes you think there'll be a next time?" she challenged, raising an eyebrow. He just chuckled. Oh, this boy burned her to no end. She almost wished that the serial… She shuddered at the memory, eyes filling with distress. Never mind. Oh gods, she never wanted to think about that again. She wanted to pretend it had never happened. She looked up at him, eyes sad. He certainly was pretending. She subconsciously drew closer to him. He looked curiously down at her but decided to just enjoy it.
He handed over the money and the teller handed over the tickets. "Hi Monique," the girl said.
"Zita, s'up girl?" Monique asked.
"Nothing much. Hi Fukushima," she greeted.
"Kon'nichiwa, Zita," he said, bowing to her.
"So, are you two an item now?" Zita asked.
"What? Who? Us? No!" Monique insisted, put out by the insinuation. Fukushima rolled his eyes, affectionately smirking.
"She's in denial, Zita, ignore her," a female voice said from behind.
Monique and Fukushima turned quickly, and Fukushima grinned. "Hirotaka, Amelia, Kon'nichiwa," he greeted.
"Kon'nichiwa," Hirotaka replied, bowing.
"We are not a couple!" Monique insisted. "Ugh, let's just get in to see the movie." She led the way. Hirotaka waggled and eyebrow at his friend and nudged him. Fukushima grinned and pushed him lightly away before going after Monique.
KP
The two couples sat together watching the movie. Hirotaka and Fukushima were beginning to look more and more uncomfortable by the second, though. Monique and Amelia sensed it and exchanged worried looks. They hadn't expected the show to hit quite so uh, close to home. "Hey, are you okay?" Amelia asked Hirotaka.
"Fine," he abruptly answered.
"If you want, we can leave," she offered gently.
"I am fine," he repeated, but his eyes were fixed on the screen where currently a scene was playing out. Pimps, a captive, drugging, violation, trafficking... He suddenly scoffed disdainfully and rose, quickly walking away. Amelia worriedly looked after him and followed. Monique watched uncertainly as they went before turning to Fukushima, eyes filled with concern. He looked frightened and weak, nervously watching the screen.
"Fukushima?" she asked, putting a hand on his shoulder. He jumped at the contact and looked quickly over at her. He seemed to almost always jump at unexpected contact these days. He blinked then offered her a reassuring but nervous smile.
KP
Amelia hurried after Hirotaka. "Hirotaka!" she called. He preferred his full name, she knew. He'd told her that. He tolerated Hiro or Taka, but they weren't what he favored. That was fine though because she liked Hirotaka as well. She paused as he punched the railing outside viciously before disgustedly pulling away from it and beginning to pace in agitation. Suddenly he spun around to face her. "They have no right to glorify the sex trade!" he shot angrily.
"They aren't glorifying it," she reasoned calmly.
"Using it as entertainment is no better!" he argued.
She bit her lower lip worriedly, then approached him. He was looking out over the street. She slipped her hands under his arms and brought them up to his shoulders as she leaned against his back. He tensed, shivered, then relaxed, deeply sighing. "It's okay. We don't have to go back," she whispered against his neck. Again he shivered. He reached up, covering her hands with his.
"Very well," he said. There was silence for a long moment. Finally he said, "I fear for Fukushima. How will he react when scenes of torture come on?"
"There aren't many and they aren't explicit," she replied.
"It may only take one," Hirotaka said. Amelia winced and looked down.
KP
Fukushima gaped at the screen feeling sick. He was pale. "Fukushima? Fukushima! Monique desperately and sharply said, seeing him shutting down. Was it shock? He suddenly gasped and scrambled up, quickly leaving the theatre as he felt tears burning his eyes. "Fukushima!" she called, rising and going after him. He raced out. She followed quickly, catching up to the young man on the sidewalk. She grabbed his arm and roughly spun him around before pulling him close in a tight embrace. He sobbed, burying his face in her hair and shaking his head desperately, trying to block out the rush of memories crashing down around him. "Shh, baby, shh," she cooed protectively, stroking the back of his head. She'd never thought she would ever wish Monkey Fist was here, but right now she definitely did. Fukushima needed a father figure, now desperately.
"Fukushima!" she heard an urgent voice call. Hirotaka. She relaxed a bit. Perhaps a brother figure would work just as well. She hoped so. Hirotaka and Amelia must have spotted Fukushima's mad dash. They were hurrying towards him. Fukushima looked forlornly up, then pulled away from Monique's embrace. Hirotaka hugged his friend tightly.
Amelia and Monique were both quiet, tears threatening their eyes but not falling. "I hope they'll be okay," Amelia said quietly. Monique nodded in agreement.
Meanwhile
"We need something new. Something fresh! Something innovative and unique," Jack said to his consultant, pacing back and forth in front of his office window. "Dazzle me, Hank!"
"Sir, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but we're at a serious lack of potential products to push," the young man replied.
"Well that won't be good for sales," Jack said with a sigh, sitting in his chair and looking annoyed as he considered their options. He snapped his fingers, lighting up. "Ooh, how's the Lamprey Project doing?"
"See for yourself," his aide replied, turning on the big screen Jack had in his office. It revealed a pool filled with lamprey eels swimming about. One of the henchmen in training was looking down at the water uncertainly. "Presumably, the Lamprey Project protects its wearer from the dangers of electrical shock. Not just from eels, but from everything."
The henchman jumped in the water. There was a huge flash of light and Jack, as well as his consultant, grimaced. "Ooh," Jack said. That had looked painful. He picked up a phone and called the front desk. "Hench here, call the paramedics. Electrical mishap in lab three."
Jack hung up, and Hank shut off the TV. "As you can see, it only seems to make them more vulnerable no matter how much tweaking is done," the young man said, turning to his boss.
"Push the Lamprey Project as our latest death trap and give me another idea. Something we can use as the main attraction."
Hank blinked blankly at his boss, then pulled out his notepad and jotted down some notes. Leave it to Hench to find a way to turn limes into lemonade, he supposed. Yes, he meant limes and not lemons. Closing up the notepad, he put the pen to his mouth and tapped it a few times, thinking. He hesitated a moment, then looked at Hench once more. The man was waiting expectantly. "Well, there is another possibility. Of course, we don't technically have it yet."
"Go on," Jack prompted, seemingly intrigued.
Hank turned on the TV again. On it appeared a heart-shaped ray gun. Jack raised an eyebrow. "This is the Cupid Ray. It was used by the Seniors in one of their plots, which was inevitably foiled by Kim Possible. Apparently, Miss Possible's tech guru whipped it up. As its name implies, when fired it makes people fall in love with the first person they see regardless of prior romantic feelings," he said.
"Hmm, I could use that on my wife," Jack wryly said.
Hank winced. "Ooh, bad argument?" he asked sympathetically
"Putting it mildly," Jack answered dryly. "She disapproves of my late nights at the office with Tiffany lingering about. I disapproved of her promoting Team Impossible to second, third, and fourth in command. The last thing I need is a team of good-looking, intelligent, muscle-bound, extremely competent heroes cozying up to my wife on the daily." He sighed, standing up and walking to the window again, arms behind his back. "Double standards. You don't want your wife being around other men late at night and alone, you're possessive. You stay at the office overtime with another woman, you're a cheating cad. Then again, I guess it's a two-way street. If you're a woman hanging out with men besides your partner, you're loose. If you get angry with him for staying late with another girl, you're a jealous, well, you know."
"Sounds ugly," Hank said.
"Don't remind me," Jack said with a grimace. It hadn't been pretty. "Perkins, get the design for that ray from the Seniors. I want a prototype ready for testing ASAP."
"Yes sir," Hank said with a smile, saluting and hurrying out.
Upperton University
Yori walked through the hallways, arms wrapped around her books as she made her way to her locker. "Yori, babe, looking good," one of the young men said to her as she passed by. She offered a polite smile.
"Hey Yori, searching for a date to the Spring Lovers Barn Dance?" another man asked, coming up next to her.
"Not at present," she replied, bowing to him and walking passed.
"Yori, sweetheart, you, me, Lovers Barn Dance. Or, you know, we could make our own dance of love," a third man lewdly suggested.
Yori frowned, slightly put out, and said, "Arigato, but I am not yet searching for a date." Quickly she skirted around the man. She did not understand these American-style methods of wooing. They did not seem sincere. She disapproved of them. Did they expect her to just leap at any offer of romance she was given? Were American men just so confident in themselves that they believed any foreign girl would die to be with them? She did not see the appeal of western-style courting rituals.
She mulled these questions over. They saw her as an objective, she felt. A goal to be reached. To possess the untouchable foreign girl in their midst was the ultimate accomplishment in their eyes. Judging by some of the comments she had been receiving, too many of them saw her as some sort of mail-order bride or believed she would sleep with any man who looked her way. Well, she was above that, and none who had pursued her in this school would have her.
"Hey Yori!" a voice called from behind. Yori turned curiously and smiled. Tara was approaching her, a large box in her arms. "Flower delivery. Figured I'd bring it to you in person just to get the down low," the blonde said with a grin, handing her the box and taking her books so she wouldn't drop them. Tara had been volunteering to help in reception while one of the receptionists was out sick, Yori knew. Curiously the ninja opened the box and started when she saw the numerous bouquets inside. She began looking through the cards that had come with them. There was a different name on each one. She sighed in annoyance. The flowers were beautiful though, she thought. Perhaps not all American-style courting rituals were bad. "So, which one are you going to the big dance with?" Tara asked excitedly.
"I am afraid I have no interest in any of them," Yori answered. "Why is everyone in such a rush to 'pair up', as you say, anyway?"
"Are you kidding? The Spring Lovers Barn Dance is the biggest most romantic dance of the year!" Tara gushed. "Everybody who's anybody will have a date."
"I see. So it is a tradition?" Yori said.
"Well, I wouldn't call it that. It's fairly new in Middleton, Upperton, and Lowerton actually," Tara replied.
"But it is expected that everyone will be with someone?" Yori asked.
"I mean, that's the norm, but I can't see why anyone would have a problem with you going alone. You can clearly get any man you want. There's no reason for you to prove it. If anything, going solo will just make you seem independent and strong-willed! Or, y'know, standoffish and snobby, but I'm sure they won't jump to that conclusion! You're the nicest person in school," Tara said. She checked the time and her smile vanished. "Ooh, I've gotta go. Bonnie and I are meeting with the board to see if we can get a Sorority house set up. Hey, you, Kim, Monique, and Amelia are on the list if you're interested. Get out of that tiny little dorm of yours. I'll catch you later! Bye!" Tara put Yori's books in the box of flowers, then headed off with a wave, leaving the ninja to ponder her words.
Meanwhile
Lightning cracked in the sky above Fiske Castle. "My, my, always lightning and thunder up here," Maim said with a frown as she looked out the window.
"Oh quit complaining," Monkey Fist said as he sat sipping tea and reading through a scroll. He much preferred scrolls to books. At least to some degree.
"I dare say a little sun would do wonders for you, Montgomery," Maim said to her son, shaking her head at him hopelessly.
"Hardly," Monkey Fist replied, not even bothering to glance up.
"You could die from such a man," Maim said, rolling her eyes at her child and dramatically putting the back of her wrist to her forehead.
Monkey Fist started and blinked. He frowned in annoyance and glared icily at his mother. "Really now, must you exaggerate everything?" he demanded of her.
"Who's exaggerating? I was certainly hospitalized enough times worrying sick over you. You can hardly blame me, what with your being out there gallivanting about and getting cursed by immortal Monkey Spirits," Maim said.
"Mother!" he shot angrily. "We are not having this discussion."
"Very well, another subject then. When can I expect proper grandchildren?" she demanded. "I'm certainly not getting any younger, Montgomery."
Monkey Fist scowled. "Mum!" he shouted in agitation. Oh being stuck in this castle during a thunderstorm alone with his mother was going to end in the both of them killing each other.
"It's a perfectly valid question, Montgomery. Why, the closest thing I've had to a grandchild is that young ninja boy," Maim said. "And of course you couldn't even do that right. Imagine, losing him before you even had possession of him."
"The woman put him in a secret ninja school!" Monkey Fist defended. "How the blazes was I supposed to know?"
"And little Hana, the next closest substitute," Maim said, ignoring her son's defense. "You couldn't hold onto her either."
"Don't go there, mother," Monkey Fist growled lowly. Maim was indeed about to go there, but suddenly the phone rang. Monkey Fist looked quickly over at it, inwardly cheering, and got up to answer. "Good day; Lord Montgomery Fisk speaking. How may I help you?" he asked, grateful for the distraction. He listened a moment then became a bit more intrigued. HenchCo was on the line. "Ah. The new HenchCo rollout. Go on." He listened a moment, and a dark smirk spread across his face. They were boasting quite a few new products that were going to be pushed and sold to the highest bidder, as well as a surprise special item. Monkey Fist wasn't one for technology, but every now and then Jack Hench did come up with something worth looking at. Perhaps a trip to Middleton was in order. At least it would get him away from the bane of his existence. Yes, he meant Nanny Maim. "I'll be there. Tata." He hung up. "Mother, I'm off to Middleton for a HenchCo rollout.
"I shall accompany you," Maim said. Monkey Fist frowned in annoyance at her. Not if he could help it she wouldn't.
Middleton
Will sat on the balcony of his father's mansion working on homework and looking more and more frustrated with it by the second. He didn't see the point in having to pursue higher education, he had a guaranteed job already. What he was lacking was a social life. Of course, he didn't particularly care about one of those, but still! It might be kind of nice. Sometimes.
"Hey kiddo, how goes it?" Jack asked, coming in and sitting next to his son on the swinging chair.
"In a word? Nowhere," Will answered. "Why am I even doing these stupid courses? I have a job."
"You know what they say, 'knowledge is power,'" Jack said, smirking in amusement.
"And how's that working for you, dad?" Will sarcastically asked. He blinked in some surprise, then frowned. "Hmm, that's going to take some getting used to."
"What is?" Jack asked, ignoring the low blow.
"Calling you dad again," Will replied.
"I'm touched the great Will Du is even bothering to try," Jack replied, smiling at the boy affectionately. Will frowned at his father, then back down at his homework. "Humph, the Spring Lovers Barn Dance is coming up, and I'm gonna be stuck at home working on Criminology homework."
"The what now?" Jack asked.
"The Spring Lovers Barn Dance. Only the biggest community get-together in Middleton, Upperton, and Lowerton? It started a couple of years ago and is becoming some annual thing," Will said.
"You have a girlfriend?" Jack asked doubtfully.
"Oh please, as if I have the time. I don't particularly care for romance. I just go for the food," Will said.
"You're an old man, son," Jack teased, but he mulled over his son's words. Hmm, he couldn't have stumbled on a better time to unveil the Cupid Ray. Talk about luck. He could elaborate on that during the auction, perhaps.
"I could get a girl if I wanted!" Will defended.
"Right," Jack replied.
"What, you don't think I could?" Will asked, offended.
"No. I know you could. Probably," Jack said.
"Probably?!" Will demanded.
"Name two single girls you know," Jack challenged. Will blinked blankly, opened his mouth, then shut it again. Yikes. The ones that technically were single he didn't believe he had a chance with. Either they were in some weird limbo with another guy, or were out of his league.
Will frowned at his father then went back to his homework. "Get lost, old man," he bit.
"What was that?" Jack coldly said.
Will winced and looked up at his father with wide eyes. "I-I mean, um, I uh, would appreciate it if you would leave me alone so I can focus on my homework please."
"Not perfect, but it was better," Jack said, standing up. Will sighed in relief. Bullet dodged. "You know, you should ask Miss Possible about her old high school cheer squad. Might find someone interesting there."
"You're seriously trying to set me up? With an ex-cheerleader? Oh please," Will said, rolling his eyes. He hesitated a moment. "But uh, thanks for the advice," he mumbled quietly. Jack smirked and ruffled his son's hair, then left. He had propagating to do.
Meanwhile
"Dr. D, mail came in," Shego said, entering the lair and flipping through what they'd received.
"Ooh, the new HenchCo catalogue must be in," Drakken said, quickly taking it from her and opening it up, grinning widely as he flipped through the pages. "What to steal, what to steal?"
"Ever thought about paying retail more often? Y'know, just to switch things up?" Shego asked. She was pretty sure Drakken had used up basically all his strikes with Jack Hench. Pretty soon the businessman would be sending a 'bill collector,' cough, cough, a hit man, to 'talk' to her boss.
"Oh, but it's so much eviller to steal!" Drakken protested.
"Right, right, right, and the cold metal of a gun against your back is just so soothing," Shego sarcastically said.
Drakken stiffened and twitched. Hmm, she had a point. He frowned at her, eyes narrowed. "It's not like my stealing is seriously hurting his wallet," he said. "Besides, after the whole zombie affair, we gained a lot of leniency with him! Nrrgh, just do as I say, Shego."
"Whatever," Shego replied, rolling her eyes.
Drakken harrumphed and went back to flipping through the catalogue. He smiled. "Ooh, Jack has quite the lineup this time. The man never disappoints! Lamprey Project, the latest death trap. Intriguing."
"Dr. D, he knows what his clients like," Shego said. "It's not that hard to figure out."
Drakken frowned at her then turned back to the catalogue again. "Hello, what's this?" he said, stopping at a full-page ad with a heart-shaped ray gun on it. Apparently it was the headliner, because it was really being played up. "Cupid Ray. Turn your enemies into love-sick puppies. Their hearts will be yours. Literally. Gruesome line, but effective. Love can be a treacherous thing. Shego, I want that ray!"
"Why?" she incredulously asked.
"Nrrgh, because I do! I'll figure out the rest later. We're going down to that auction," Drakken replied.
Upperton University
Kim, packing up her books from her latest class, heard her Kimmunicator watch beep. She turned it on. "Sitch me Wade," she said.
"Something big is going down at HenchCo. Jack Hench is auctioning off my Cupid Ray design!" Wade exclaimed.
"Fight with Betty?" Kim wryly joked.
"Actually yes, but that's not Jack's reason for doing this," Wade replied, having gotten that bit of intel from the mouth of Will Du himself.
"It's a money thing, no big. What could a harmless Cupid Ray do?" Kim asked.
"In the wrong hands? You really want to know?" Wade asked. Kim paused, eye twitching as numerous thoughts of what that could possibly mean filled her mind. Of course, none of them would likely be what Wade was thinking - thank goodness for childish naivety - but still. She was getting her own picture of how bad this could be.
"All right. Ron and I'll check it out," Kim agreed.
"With the rest of Team Possible?" Wade asked with a smile.
"Why not?" Kim replied, smiling back. Hirotaka, Fukushima, Monique, Amelia, and Yori would probably like to get out and do some missioning in fact.
"Good luck Kim," Wade said, saluting. Kim turned off the watch, still smiling. This would be fun. Finally, a good old-fashioned mission.