Stoppable? Not Hardly! 2
Ron woke when the lights came on and saw Shego staring at him in surprise. "Oops!" she muttered.
"Is this your room?" Ron asked as he sat up in bed and looked around at the way it was decorated and figured it was more Drakken's style.
"Even…no it's Drakken's but he left the payroll checks in his room so I told the henchmen I'd take care of it," Shego admitted before breaking out in a yawn.
"Can it wait until after breakfast?" Ron asked.
"Yeah," she admitted.
"Good," Ron got up. "Let me shower and make some omelets and then we'll find out where he left them."
"You seem to be taking this a lot easier than I'd imagined you would," Shego observed.
"This doesn't deal with world domination schemes or even someone being kidnapped," Ron pointed out. "This is about making sure the little guy gets paid. Of course I'm down with that."
"I'm going to go make coffee," Shego said, pleasantly surprised at how things were going.
After his shower…
Ron found the kitchen by following the sounds of violence and was surprised to find Will Du fighting Shego, both of whom paused as they saw the way he was dressed.
"Why are you dressed like Drakken?" Shego asked keeping her eyes on Will.
"I only brought a bathrobe and bunny slippers with me," Ron replied. "I needed something to wear and your outfits clash with my hair."
Shego snorted and even Will had to suppress a laugh.
"Why are the two of you fighting?" Ron asked to distract them while he got a cup of coffee.
"I was coming by to deliver the papers transferring ownership of this place to you when I found the wanted criminal Shego on the premises," Will explained.
"I was just defending myself," Shego said running over escape plans in her head.
"Shego is helping me drain Drakken's bank account so he has to raise more funds before he can commit any more crimes," Ron said, deciding that if you squinted just right the situation could look that way.
"That's still a crime," Agent Du said, though Shego and Ron both noticed he moved his fingers off the fire button of his Global Justice wristwatch Taser.
"Shego found a legal way to do it," Ron said sipping his coffee. "Tell him Shego."
Shego caught on to what Ron was planning and lowered her hands, extinguishing the plasma. "Drakken owes quite a bit to his henchmen which he's managed to escape paying by leaving the payroll checks to get blown up half the time, allowing him the use of these funds to scrape together enough for his next caper. If we can find and turn those checks over to the HenchCo, Jack Hench will move the money to the henchmen, leaving Drakken too broke to afford anything for a while."
"This would be in return for amnesty for recent crimes?" Will questioned.
"That was the plan," Ron quickly agreed. "We just need an agent to sign off on it. I was planning on calling the Director after breakfast."
"I'd be happy to handle the paperwork," Will said, just before his stomach growled.
"After breakfast," Ron said. "I'm making omelets."
After Breakfast…
Will picked up the box containing the checks and the paperwork Global Justice had faxed over for Shego to sign. "That was a wonderful breakfast Mr. Stoppable. I'll have everything filed by lunch. Miss Shego, a pleasure."
Shego waited until the door had closed behind the departing agent to turn to Ron. "That was the ballsiest thing I've ever seen!"
Ron grinned. "As they say in Hollywood, go big or go home."
Shego laughed. "And for once I've got a clean record so I can go on vacation without the police interrupting me."
"Wait and double check with Global Justice," Ron suggested. "The last thing you need is a vacation ruined by a paperwork SNAFU."
"You got a point there."
"Did Drakken have a Kim clone here?" Ron asked.
"Yeah, why?" Shego asked. "Planning on a dozen Slave Leia dressed Kim Possible orgy?"
Ron froze in place as his brain hit tilt. Shego's laughter broke him out of it a moment later. "You are either reading my diary or we have the same tastes."
"Hey!" Shego exclaimed, not having expected to have him turn it back on her.
"But seriously, can you do that with clones?" Ron asked.
"Probably," Shego said. "They are physically identical, just don't spill soda on them."
"Lead me to the cloner."
"Really?" Shego asked in shock.
"Everything but the orgy bit," Ron said. "We have some time to kill so we have Slave Leia Kim clones clean and fetch us drinks while we play Team Fortress 2 on the main screen."
"This week is turning out a lot better than I'd hoped."
Later…
"Did you just snipe me?" Ron exclaimed with a laugh as he waited to respawn and a Kim clone in the Princes Leia metal bikini dusted the end table next to the couch they were sitting on in the main chamber.
"I'm not playing under Green Goddess 69," Shego said. "I use Jolly Giant 138."
"138?" Ron asked.
"What you do to me I'll do to you twice as bad!"
Ron laughed and then turned to the Kim handing him a soda. "Hey Kim, why are you dressed like that?"
Shego glanced over. "Hey princess," she said before continuing her game.
"I wanted to make sure you weren't being held hostage or turned evil again," she admitted. "How did you know it was me?" she asked as she stopped pretending to be a clone.
"Clones don't blush?" Shego replied. "Boom, headshot!"
"And the reason they are all dressed that way?" she demanded.
"I blame Drakken," Ron said with a straight face, making Shego fall off the couch laughing.
"And how would you like it if I made a dozen Rons and dressed them as He-Man?" Kim growled, not buying it for a second.
Ron plucked out a hair and handed it to her. Refusing to back down Kim stamped off.
"I think you made her mad," Shego said amused.
"What's good for the goose is good for the gander," Ron replied unconcerned. "Besides she dumped me and was on a date with someone else ½ a second later, meaning she was cheating on me but didn't want to be caught doing it in public."
"Ouch," Shego said.
"Yeah," Ron agreed. "So I won't make that mistake again!" He switched to the pyro and put on pyrovision goggles as his character ran around setting fire to the opposing team.
"Make what mistake again?" Kim asked, having caught the end of the conversation as she returned with a dozen Ron's in fur speedos.
"Looking good, Stoppable," Shego complemented him on seeing the clones and snickered as she saw how it angered Kim.
"Thanks, Shego," Ron said. "I generally cover it with baggy clothes, but I do in fact work out."
"It shows," Shego assured him making it obvious she was looking at his clone's abs. "One of you come over here and rub my feet."
Ignoring the clone of Ron that hurried over to remove Shego's boots, Kim asked again, "What mistake?"
"Us dating," Ron said shaking his head. His nose wrinkled up, waving to a couple of Kim clones he ordered, "You, bring some hot towels to wipe Shego's feet with and you clean and dry the inside of her boots. Hit it with some athlete's foot spray when you're done."
"I don't have athlete's foot," Shego complained.
"I know," Ron assured her. "But the bacteria that cause your feet to smell, die off quickly to that spray, plus it keeps you from getting it."
"Like using head and shoulders prevents dandruff," Shego said in understanding.
"Exactly," Ron agreed.
"I broke up with you!" Kim exploded.
"And?" Ron asked confused.
"That means I decided we shouldn't date," Kim said, exhausted after her outburst.
"And that means I can't have an opinion?" Ron asked.
"Umm, no," Kim admitted.
"Right," Ron said slowly. "Anyway, I always hated having smelly feet, so I did my homework and found out the key is three simple things, spray, clean socks, and when possible get boots that breathe."
"Or I could just cook my feet in plasma once a day," Shego said as a clone approached and wiped her feet down with a hot towel. "Ohh, that's nice."
"That doesn't help the boots, thought that probably prevents you from ever having athletes foot," Ron admitted.
"So, no problems?" Kim asked, trying to think of something to say and wondering why everything seemed so awkward now.
"We're good," Ron replied. "Hey, clones of me, help the clones of Kim dust the upper reaches, let them stand on your shoulders."
"This is so bizarre," Kim said as Shego moaned in pleasure. "Damn you rub good."
"I am a man of many talents," Ron said with mock modesty.
A familiar tone rang out on Ron's communicator. "Hey Wade, what's going on?" Ron said into his communicator. His jaw fell as he listened.
"What?" Kim asked.
"I'll need to hear that straight from Dr. Director," Ron said, ignoring Kim. "I have no problem doing it, but technically it is a crime, so I need to make absolutely certain it's on the up and up."
"Crime?" Shego asked curiously.
"Have her call me," Ron said before hanging up.
"Ron?" Kim asked.
Ron blinked and realized the two were waiting for answers. "Oh yeah, Global Justice tracked down the actual Crown Jewels of a small island nation that were stolen by the Germans during World War Two. Now the tricky part is even though they know where they are they can't just grab them because the way they got the information was both illegal and part of an undercover operation that would get people killed if word got out. And to make matters worse, the laws of that island say that the statute of limitations runs out in less than a month."
"So some Nazi is going to profit from his crime?" Shego demanded.
"His children," Ron replied. "The soldier in question died of old age a decade ago, leaving the jewels in a safety deposit box."
"And what does Global Justice want you to do?" Kim asked.
The main view screen changed to Betty Director, the head of Global Justice. "We want Mr. Possible and Rufus to rob a bank and steal them back."
Silence fell on the room.
Betty Director's one eye took note of everyone's manner of dress and the almost naked clones. "Did I interrupt an orgy?"
"No!" Kim exclaimed a solid red.
"There's a good explanation for everything," Ron assured her.
"Like the second Ron and Kim making out behind you?" Betty asked.
The three turned around and found a pair of clones making out and rubbing up against one another.
"I've got nothing," Ron told her. "Anyway, to get back on track you want me to rob a bank?"
"Yes," Betty agreed while Kim leapt behind the couch and tried to separate the two clones. "We'd like to do it so quietly so no one knows the gems were stolen until it's too late. That places our mole in a certain amount of danger, but shouldn't single them out."
"Me and Rufus could go in silently," Ron admitted.
"Watch the hands," Kim yelped as a metal bra flew off from behind the couch.
Shego did her best to pay attention to the conversation and watch Kim wrestle behind the couch they were sitting on.
"But?" Betty asked, noting the hesitation in his tone.
"Wouldn't it be less suspicious if we robbed the bank and the safety deposit box is just one of many robbed?" Ron said.
"There are a couple of other boxes we would like to get our hands on," Betty admitted.
"Good guys get to rob banks?" Shego asked in shock.
"Apparently," Ron agreed. "Want to help?"
"I just got my record cleared," Shego said with a sigh.
"So we make it look like you were someone pretending to be Shego and I'll toss on blue makeup and pretend to be Drakken," Ron replied. "They can hardly blame you for crimes committed by someone who was obviously just pretending to be you as she left smudges of green makeup behind and we pad your costume a bit so the criminal is heavier as well."
"And we're always called in to investigate crimes involving Drakken and Shego," Betty said slowly. "We can cover for any slip ups."
A red furred speedo flew out from behind the couch and Shego's eyes got wide, before noticing another pair of clones across the room had stopped dusting and started stripping.
"We'll need a list of safety deposit boxes so we can figure out which ones to hit to muddy the trail," Ron said. "But I'd say it's a go. Send a jet, we'll be ready in ten."
"Agreed, Director out," Betty said as the screen blanked.
Shego looked at Ron. "Two things, one get my approval before volunteering me next time and two, we need to clear the room now or we'll be here for hours."
Ron finally noticed the clones' behavior and the clothes being discarded. "The video cameras are recording all this aren't they?"
"Yes," Shego agreed dragging him off and dodging grabby clones until the door slid shut behind them.
"We left Kim in there," Ron pointed out.
"I can't see her helping with a bank robbery," Shego said. "And seriously if anyone needs it…"
Ron nodded. "Yeah, let's get in costume. We have a bank to rob."
Typing by: The Last Primarch!