Chapter 11

(25 minutes later)

On the southwestern corner of the university, Dr. Dewar Beaker was stuck in his two-room apartment. He was a man in his mid-40s and was eight months behind on his rent. Beaker was clad only in his wifebeater shirt with boxer shorts, sitting on his torn and tattered sofa. He had thrown away half his entire month's salary in stocks that went belly-up. To add to his misery, he had $10,000 in unpaid student loans.

The sink was filled with dirty dishes that not only have they not been washed in a month, but it also stank up the entire kitchen. Beaker's clothes haven't been clean for the past three weeks. And the only other occupants within that apartment were eight cats that he fed to his cats, which comprised the other half of his salary. The only valuable worth anything in his apartment was his 1973 "Hang In There Cat" poster that he got for $40.

"Finally…I have my money, enough to get out of this damn dump!" Beaker sneered. He was holding a briefcase filled with $50,000 in cold hard cash. Not only that, he was also holding a single vial of Dr. Green's grass formula. He preceded to place them both on the coffee table.

"And finally, I am going to prove to the science board of this college, once and for all, that I, Dr. Dewar Beaker, will gain credit for the formula!"

Five extremely loud knocks were then heard from his door.

"Ugh…finally! My Chinese takeout is here!" Beaker stood up from his sofa with eviction notices scattered around the floor. "Stupid little…." He babbled to himself.

What he didn't expect was the Middleton PD using a handheld battering ram to break down his door.

"What the hell?!"

Officers swarmed the area, guns drawn.

"FREEZE! FREEZE!"

Beaker dropped down on his knees, hands behind his head.

"I demand to know what the hell is going on!"

Through the loud voices of the officers, he heard a different sound.

"You know what's going on, Dr. Beaker! It's going to be so the drama for you!"

Kim appeared through the broken door with Ron, Officer Hobble, and a fuming President Chancellor right behind her.

"You…! Dr. Possible's little girl!" Beaker seethed with rage.

"Wait…he knows your dad?" Ron asked.

"Me and James used to be lab partners back in the day, but only for that one time! Rocket Science was never my cup of tea!" Beaker explained with a snarl on his face.

"So you had to switch to Botanical Science." Kim said.

"Of course, it's been in my family for years! I graduated from here and got myself an assistant professor position!" Beaker continued, "But for the past fourteen years, I never even got a raise!"

Chancellor grabbed Beaker by his shirt and shouted in his ear.

"That's because you have been a disgrace to MIST! You have stolen university property, harassed and stalked fellow scientists, and, most damning of all, you rigged the vending machines in the break room! And now, you have stolen THE most important property on our campus and kidnapped one of our professors? You're fired, Beaker! And you won't even get a severance package!"

"What do I get instead?" Beaker taunted.

"This…." Chancellor replied, spitting Beaker in the forehead and slapping him in the face. Beaker never moved from his "Freeze" position, taking in the punishment. "Perhaps a few years of you behind bars will straighten you out!"

"And where have you put Professor Green?" Chancellor demanded, his throat getting sore from all that screaming.

"You'll never find him here!" Beaker chuckled evily.

"You're lying!" Chancellor growled, "We'll find Green here in this dump of yours!"

True to Beaker's word, though, one of the officers shouted, "He's not here!"

"Then maybe you've tied him up and locked him up at one of those storage places!" Chancellor barked, moving to another guess.

"I'm not going to tell you anything!" Beaker smirked. "You can do your worst on me, but you can never get anything out of me!"

Little did Beaker realize that he failed to pay attention to the $50,000 in the briefcase, filled with Franklins and the vial of Dr. Green's grass formula. His eyes was so fixated on the president and Team Possible that he completely ignored the evidence that was sitting right there on his coffee table.

Chancellor, seeing this, had a plan for taking advantage of Beaker's stupidity. He whispered into Kim's ear, so that Beaker wouldn't hear his strategy.

"What is it, President….Oh?...Oh! Gotcha!"

Beaker, meanwhile, shifted his eyes at the two, unprepared for what they had planned for him.

"I think Miss Possible may ask you a few questions or two!" Chancellor said, glaring at Beaker.

"If she asks anything, she'll have to answer to my lawyer!" Beaker shouted, but couldn't do anything because of the police surrounding the entire apartment, leaving no chance of escape.

"I don't think a lawyer would be needed!" Kim smirked, "I believe that you've already incriminated yourself in your own sitch on your own coffee table!" She pointed to the briefcase filled with money and the vial containing Dr. Green's formula. "Plus, we found a part of your ID card in Dr. Green's lab, which means that you had a recent struggle over there!"

Beaker turned his head, for the first time since the police barged through his door, to the coffee table. His hands were still behind his head. His mouth was wide open, gasping that he forgot to hide the evidence away from the eyes of the Middleton PD and Team Possible.

It was then that he knew that he was screwed.

"Fine…you caught me red-handed, cheerleader!" Beaker admitted, but in an aggressive tone, "But I'll never tell you where the money came from or how I got the formula!"

But Kim was not fazed, "Oh, I do have my ways, Beaker!"

"Oh yeah!" Ron grinned, "You REALLY don't wanna mess with Kim!"

"And who are you even supposed to be, blondie? The distraction?" Beaker taunted.

"Um, duh, yeah! That's my role!" Ron replied, glared at him.

Beaker turned back to Kim and sneered, "So what are you going to do to me, cheerleader? Wave your pom-poms in my face?"

Kim said nothing but gave a smirk and walked on over to where his "Hang In There" cat poster was. She put her hands on the top of the poster and began to rip it.

Upon seeing his poster being damaged, he began to shriek.

"NO! NO! PLEASE DON'T TEAR MY POSTER! I'LL TELL YOU ANYTHING! JUST PLEASE DON'T DAMAGE ANYMORE OF MY POSTER! PLEASE HAVE MERCY!"

Kim stopped the tearing of his poster.

"Well, that was the easiest villainous breakdown ever over some poster!" she chuckled a little.

"Then again," Ron quipped. "Drakken did have his moments of crying over a little paper cut."

Kim giggled a little before turning a serious look to Beaker.

"Now…will you tell us where you got the money and that vial of Dr. Green's formula?" Kim insisted.

"Fine!" Beaker replied, reluctantly giving in to Kim's question, "I'll tell you everything! Just…don't destroy my poster any further!"

"Okay…first of all…the money?" Kim asked, pointing again to the briefcase.

Beaker thought for a moment and began. "Okay, cheerleader. It all began in the wee hours of the morning….

(1am. Beaker was creeping around the residence halls in the alleyways.)

B: I was docked 600 bucks from my last paycheck, and on top of that, I was $10 grand in the hole. And as a final insult, the eviction notices were piling up at my apartment and the creditors were harassing me like hell! So I needed something, anything to close that gap and to get out of this God-forsaken hellhole! Finally I received a call around 11pm last night, it was some person saying that he can give me $50,000 as long as I did a favor for him.

K: So two questions. One, what was that favor and two, why did you go in the dead of night?

(Beaker continued roaming through the alleyways)

B: He told me to meet him at the alleyway in-between the residence halls at 1:30 sharp because it would provide the perfect hiding place. He also said for me to spot a black limousine in the alley, for that's where we planned our arrangements.

(Beaker saw the said black limousine in the middle of the alley in between two men's residence halls.)

K: Did you even get a good look at him?

B: Sorry, since the area was pitch-black, and that the limousine had tinted windows, I couldn't see the figure. The only body part that he was even showing was his hand.

(The rear passenger window was slightly rolled down, only showing the figure's hand.)

He said that he can give me $50,000 and full credit for Professor Green's formula, plus 15 percent of the stuff itself, if I helped him in kidnapping the scientist, his notes and the remainder of the formula for his 'evil plan'. He also gave me his number as well, but no name. Finally, he said to meet me at the rear of Middleton Hall once I kidnapped him and reported it to him.

(The figure also gave him a slip of paper with his phone no. on it but without a name.)

K: And let me guess…you bought into it?

B: Of course! I immediately accepted it! What other choice did I have? It was my chance, once and for all, that the grass formula should be given credit to me and to prevent shame from infecting my family. It shouldn't have belonged to that two-time hack, Dr. Lawn Green!

Chancellor interrupted the interrogation and asked, "Wait a minute, Dr. Beaker! How can you, a 150-pound stick of twigs can take on Dr. Green, who has 35 pounds on you and has been working out in the gym while your membership expired seven months ago?"

"I was about to get to that, Mr. Interrupt My Story!" Beaker snapped before continuing.

B: So there I was at John Middleton Hall, planning the next move!

(Beaker creeped up the mostly-empty Middleton Hall right up to Dr. Green's lab.)

I slowly turned opened the door knob to that SOB's office and…

(Dr. Green: Huh….who's there?)

I rolled a little golf ball through the small opening towards his direction! The ball emitted a green smoke in the air and it knocked that asshole out like it was nothing.

(Dr. Green coughs and breathes into the knockout gas, falling to the floor)

With that phase out of the way, I called the number in and told him the news. He told me that two caddies were going to carry him to the limo. So, I took a nearby gas mask, so as not to breathe in that shit, I took the fool's notes and formula in a bag and headed back to the limo.

And so, I was about to celebrate my victory with a bit of Chinese takeout before you idiots showed up!

"Wait…did you say….golf ball?" Kim paused before asking.

"Uh, yeah I did!" Beaker sneered before he heard handcuffs clicking behind his back by one of the officers.

Kim was mentally putting the pieces of the puzzle together when the Kimmunicator began to beep.

She took it out and exclaimed, "Go, Wade!"

"There's been a robbery at Little Duffers in Danville, Kim! And also, a plaid zeppelin was sighted in the area by witnesses!"

"It's all starting to make sense now!" Kim exclaimed.

"You mean the robbery or the kidnapping?" Ron wondered, scratching his head.

"Both, Ron!" Kim deducted, "It has to be the work of the 'World's Deadliest Golfer'!"

"DUFF KILLIGAN!" as they said at the same time.