Chapter 15
(Halfway around the world, somewhere in Morocco)
Professor Dementor snuck around the bazaars of Casablanca for a hiding place both he and a mysterious figure had agreed to. He was with a few of his normal henchmen.
Once they got to their intended destination, Dementor and his henchmen walked down the hidden passageway and down the stairs to a nearly table that had only a small lantern as its sole light source. They all sat around the south end of the table.
"Ahh...Dementor, you've arrived early!" a voice arrived from the north end of the table.
It was a female voice. The two of them agreed earlier for the woman to not reveal her identity.
"Ja, I did. Had to fight thru ze traffic but I am here!" Dementor said.
"Since I heard that you are one of the best supervillains..." the female voice said. Much of her body was obscured in shadow, save for her left hand. "...I want you to bring me...this."
She took out a picture of the IRCH, the very same device that Killigan failed to take yesterday with his henchmen.
"No thanks to Team Possible, my plan would be much harder to pull off!" the female voice bitterly complained.
"Zat won't be a problem!" Dementor snickered.
"You remembered to put your...operative...in the Middleton Space Center in Colorado?" she asked.
"Ja, I did." came Dementor's reply, "She is one of ze most clever henchpeople zat I have employed. Not unlike the FOOL THAT IS DRAKKEN!"
"Professor!" the female voice hissed, "Indoor voice please? I don't want any INTERPOL idiots or, worse yet, Team Possible to be on the case."
"Sorry, fraulein, it's just that he is an annoying pain to the neck sometimes." Dementor said, "No thanks to his clumsiness, he nearly wiped out the state of Nevada before I could even sell the PDVI* to the highest bidder on the black market."
"I forgive, Professor, but secrecy is key if my plan is to succeed." the female voice replied. "Now, I want you to bring me the IRCH to me in seven days or else the deal is off and I would have to find another villain!"
"Don't worry. She will be operating in ze Middleton area sometime tonight!" Dementor evily chuckled.
(Saturday, Feb. 11, 2006, 7pm)
It was Saturday and Family Night was on at the Possible house.
"We're ready to go bowling!" James said, "It's a good ol'fashioned fair fight game...with guardrails!" He muttered that part due to his coin toss loss to Ron earlier at the Space Station.
"Aww man!" Jim complained, "Can't we use..."
"...our specially modified bowling balls?" Tim questioned.
"Like I said, boys, a good old fashioned bowling game." James insisted, "We do not want a repeat of what happened the last time we went there with the rocket-propelled bowling balls. The alley removed our two-week ban yesterday and I don't want another one slapped on our family...again."
"Fiiiiiiiiiiine!" the Tweebs bitterly complained, removing their state-of-the-art bowling balls for regular ones.
"Thanks, Dad, for preventing the Tweebs from being their destructive selves!" Kim said from upstairs. She was in her pink croptop, CB dark denim baggy overalls with both straps hooked and sneakers.
"No problem at all, Kimmie-cub!" James replied.
"I'm gonna send a text to Ron and Monique for them to meet up here." Kim said while holding her phone!
"Sounds good!" James said with a smile, giving a thumbs-up.
(20 minutes later)
As the Possible minivan pulled out with the Possible family, along with Ron and Monique, to Doghouse Lanes, Ashley T was peering through the bushes just right across the street from them in binoculars. She was in a dark denim jumpsuit with high heeled boots. She had gold hoop earrings on.
"Houston, the rocket has launched!" Ashley T said on her walkie-talkie.
The other walkie-talkie was in Bonnie's bedroom where she and Ashley A were gonna have a supposed sleepover. Ashley A was in purple pajamas while Bonnie was in blue pajamas.
"Good! Stay there until Ashley Q picks you up!" Bonnie commanded with a whisper, trying to make sure her voice did not permeate through the walls of the house.
"So when do you think you'll put the sleeping powder in your parents' drinks?" Ashley A asked in a low voice.
"In about an hour." Bonnie whispered, "At around 8pm on Saturdays, they usually watch Job Swap, their most favorite program. While they are distracted, we'll put the powder in their drinks at 8:30. This will give us ample time before the show ends at 9."
"I like the way you're thinking!" Ashley A chuckled before hearing two taps on the door.
Bonnie knew who was tapping at the door.
"It's Mom!" she whispered before she tossed Ashley A a "Club Banana" catalogue. Bonnie had a copy of her own since she was a member of the store.
Veronica opened the door.
"Hello, dearies!" Veronica chirped in a sweet voice.
"Hey, Mom!" Bonnie replied back with a smile while reading the magazine.
"And hello, Mrs. Rockwaller!" Ashley A said with a grin, analyzing a dress in the catalogue.
"I hope you two are having fun with your girls' night out sleepover!" Veronica said, giggling. "This reminds me of that time when Bon-Bon turned 12..."
Bonnie grew blushing red at the cheeks and muttered to Veronica.
"Mom...ix-nay on-yay e-thay embarrassing-yay ories-stay!" the brunette replied in Pig Latin.
"Whoops...my bad!" Veronica giggled. "Anywho, Bonnie. Your father and I are going to be in the master bedroom, watching Job Swap. Your little brother is at a friends for a sleepover. Lemonade and cookies are in the kitchen. Just knock on the door if you need anything else."
"Sure can do, Mrs. Rockwaller!" Ashley A replied before Veronica closed the door.
(9pm)
When Veronica and Donald came out of the master bedroom, they were both laughing.
"That was a very funny episode!" Veronica exclaimed in between laughs.
"I couldn't help the part of the firefighter...in a dentist's office!" Donald laughed.
The two of them came into the kitchen and spotted two glasses of water.
"Ahhh...looks like our traditional glasses of water are ready!" Veronica said before she and Donald began to drink the glasses of water.
As it turned out, Bonnie had mixed in the sleeping powder with them earlier while her parents were watching the show.
"I'm...starting to feel sleepy..." Veronica said groggily, finishing up her glass.
"Me too..." Donald added while giving out a huge yawn. He too finished his glass.
They both slowly headed toward the master bedroom to get ready for bed.
