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graycardinal9 • What Was That About Next Tuesday?
“Ron! Don’t move a muscle!” Kim shouted as the conveyor belt began to move, and ninety-six razor-sharp blades sliced through the air toward their bound forms. She herself closed her eyes, remaining utterly motionless.
“Gotcha, I – hey!”
There was a series of whiplike SNAPs as the choppers flashed and slashed, severing Kim’s and Ron’s restraints and retreating upward without so much as touching Ron’s cowlick. Then the conveyor stopped abruptly, and in the next instant Kim had rolled off it and – as promised – drop-kicked the still-shellshocked Shego smartly in the forehead. Her Spandex-clad adversary keeled over like a bowling pin, and in the next moment Kim executed a neat back-flip, scooped up Rufus’s Plexiglas prison in one hand, and spun its screw-top lid free with the other. The mole rat gave a brief, excited chir-rip! and leaped out of the jar, racing for Ron – who had succeeding in scrambling off the conveyor belt, but not without leaving his pants behind, dangling from the end of one of the steel blades. “I only moved a teeny, tiny bit!” he complained.
Dr. Drakken, recognizing an impending rout when he saw one, was already dashing for the stairs at the far side of the room. Kim paused momentarily to survey her surroundings, spotted a small heap of familiar equipment piled on a nearby table, and swiftly grabbed her grappling-gun. A single shot sent the cord flying to wrap itself handily around the mad scientist’s ankles, and Drakken collapsed with a THUNK-crunch!, his jaw taking the brunt of the impact. “Curth you, Kim Pothible!” he grumbled as she secured his arms and cuffed him to a pillar.
By that time, Ron had joined her. “Not that I mind being alive, you understand – but how did we just do that?”
“The magic of computers,” Wade’s voice said from behind them, causing Ron to jump a foot straight up. Kim turned to find the Kimmunicator hovering in midair courtesy of a whirring helicopter rotor extended from its top. “This whole factory is computer-automated – and once Shego reminded me of that, it didn’t take long for me to hack into the controls and reprogram the fruit-choppers. Then I gave Kim the thumbs-up, and you two did the rest.”
“You’ll want to make sure Drakken’s mind-control formula is purged from the system,” Kim told him, moving to replace her confiscated gear in its customary pouches and pockets.
“Already on it,” Wade said, nodding. “What about Shego?”
Kim glanced toward the spot where Shego had been lying, only to find it bare. From the top of the far stairs – almost twenty feet overhead – a familiar voice called, “What was that about next Tuesday? I was out for barely three minutes. You’ll have to do better next time.”
Kim took a step toward the stairs, then thought better of it; Shego would be long gone through the roof-access exit before she could reach her nemesis. “Right!” she yelled back. “Just remember – you still owe my mom a favor!”
Shego laughed, her spirits clearly restored. “Tell her I’ll trade her beta for beta any day of the week. She’s good – in a depraved, evil sort of way, that is. I’ll bet her slash-fic is almost as hair-curling as mine. Au revoir!” With a lithe spring, she disappeared through the roof hatch and was gone.
Ron stared after her for a moment, then turned a dazed expression on Kim. “Your mom writes slash? And she gave Shego a beta? That’s – scary. I think.”
Kim sighed. “You’re so not kidding. Better her than me, though. For now. I think.”
“Right,” Ron said. “But that reminds me – did you ever finish that Power Rangers fic I gave you? I was wondering . . . .”
Kim sighed again. It was going to be a long ride home.
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Date: November 29th, 2005 09:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: November 30th, 2005 02:21 am (UTC)I should also note that Narbonic is a real and very funny Web comic written and drawn by Shaenon Garrity.