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Kim Possible: The Princess Bride

A young boy with aqua-colored skin and green pajamas was creeping through his house, sneaking past the living room carefully so as not to disturb the four adults engaged in some discussion he didn't care about. His goal was the kitchen and the refrigerator, and ultimately, the ice cream he knew his mom hid in the back of the freezer. Unnaturally skilled for someone his age, he went undetected towards his goal, easily reaching the kitchen and pulling open the freezer without a sound. With a deft touch, he slowly reached inside for the object of his desire, maneuvering around the invisible motion-detecting lasers unaided. He grasped his prize and pulled it to him, ecstatic at his success. He turned to make his escape...and his face smacked into someone's stomach. His gaze turned up to see his mother staring down at him impassively, arms crossed over her ample chest.

"Awww, how did you catch me? I did everything right!"

"What, you think I didn't know who's been stealing my ice cream? I used to be a professional thief, kiddo. Nobody's pulling one over on me. Instincts."

"Yeah, well your instincts didn't stop me the last three times." He grumbled.

"Where did you learn that disrespectful backtalk?! Drakken, get in here and handle your son, or you may have to build him a new face!"

A blue-skinned man with pitch-black hair entered the room. The woman, a beauty with equally black hair but green-skinned, snarled at him. "Do you know what he just said to me? I don't remember raising such a sassy, sarcastic know-it-all!"

"He gets it from you, you know." He said.

"What was that?" She replied, a dangerous smile on her face. She lifted a hand, and it ignited in green flames.

"Uhh, I meant to say, he gets his good looks from you, but I have no idea where he got his sarcasm from. No idea. I was always very polite to my mother."

"Nice save. Now get him to bed before you have to build him a casket."

"Come, Drago." He hustled the boy out of the kitchen and back to his room. As they passed the living room, the two guests stood to their feet, a red-headed woman and a blond man.

"Is everything alright? That sounded pretty harsh." The woman asked.

"Oh, no, it's perfectly fine. Shego's all talk, you know how it is. She can't even bring herself to put him on timeout. Every time we have to punish him, 'we' becomes 'me'."

She laughed. "Shego, a softie mom. It fits her, somehow."

"Yes it does." He smiled a soft smile. "Now, you'll have to excuse me a moment while I put Drago to bed."

"But dad, I'm not even tired!" The boy protested.

"Nonsense, son. Every super-genius needs lots of rest to recharge those nuerons. And, despite your mother's half of the genes, a super-genius is exactly what you'll be."

"I heard that!" Came a muffled yell from the kitchen. Shego walked in holding a carton of ice cream in one hand and a spoon in the other, too busy using the two things for their intended purpose to reply further.

"What I meant was, between your mother and me, you will be the greatest genius of your time."

"S'right. So go to bed, pookie. Mommy and daddy want to visit a little tonight. We haven't seen our friends in quite a while."

"But I'm not tired." Came the expected reply. His eyes grew big and watery, and his lips went down into a pout.

"What the-no! Get that thing out of my face! Where did you learn that? Pumpkin?" She turned to the red-headed woman.

"Don't look at me." Kim held her hands up. "I didn't teach him a thing."

Drakken stepped between his wife and son with crossed arms. "Well, it won't work on me. You're going to bed, and that's final!" Drago continued to stare up at him, but with no effect.

"Wow dude, immunity to the puppy-dog pout! That's way awesome! You've got to teach me that, man, I know I need it in my life." The blond man said.

"Oh, no. That is so not happening." The redhead shook her head.

"Don't worry about that. It's not teachable. It's one of those dads-doing-what's-best-for-their-kids things." The blue man said. "Now, it's off to bed." He took his son's hand and let him into the bedroom.

"But I'm really, really not tired!" Drago tried one more time.

Drakken sighed. "Well, how about I tell you a story? That always puts you to sleep."

"But your stories are so boring! I want something cool!"

Drakken winced at that. "Boring, huh? I'm just a boring old man. Not cool enough for the youngsters these days." He did his own version of the puppy-dog pout, looking like he was about to cry.

"No, I didn't mean it." Drago said guiltily. "I'll listen to your story. Just...please try to make it cooler than usual?"

Drakken thought about that. "Well, maybe if I base it off of an existing story instead of making one up from scratch, it'll work better."

"Yeah!" Drago was willing to try anything that was different than usual.

Drakken nodded, and grabbed a chair and sat down at the foot of the bed. "Okay. Once upon a time..."