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characters, and am just a devoted fan having fun.
*"A fast clock and a slow clock are never right, but a stopped clock is right twice a day."* - Classic proverb
Note: This is a spoof on the 'Back to the Future' trilogy with KP characters. This chapter is more or less the introduction, so my apologies if it seems a little slow or technical, but it was important to start with all this information.
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June 7th 2003. 12:31 am. I think that was the time it all started.
We were standing out there in the empty parking lot, poorly lit by the dim glow of the flickering streetlights. The best place currently available in which to carry out open-air testing without being seen. You've got to play it safe when you're in this field of business; you can't afford to be conspicuous when there could be authorities lurking nearby. Unless of course you want to get caught and thrown back into maximum security. Not me, though. I was in this business for real. And besides which, we knew for a fact that tonight was the best night we'd found in ages in which to carry out our latest scheme, at least while our usual line of lairs were still in repair having been blown up for the umpteenth time. About 90 per cent of the Middleton population were right up the other side of town, too caught up in some dumb protest rally to notice what they were missing behind their backs. I'd got the gist of it all earlier that day when I'd gone to check it all out - something to do with a stopped clock in the town centre or what. Some guy had stuffed one of the fliers into my hand, which I'd quickly pocketed and gone through later.
I guess I should introduce myself. Name - easy, it's Shego (pronounced 'Sheego'). Distinguishing features - pale skin, green-and-black jump suit, long sharp razor-like fingernails, gloves that shoot green destructive rays; the works. Occupation - mad assistant to mad scientist Dr Drakken. Maybe you've heard of his work. Claim to fame - being wanted in roughly eleven different countries (so you haven't seen me, right?). Overall aim - assist Drakken in his master-plan of world domination, taking down anyone who should stand in our way, come blitz or blizzard or. . . crime-fighting teenage superheroes (ugh!). Yeah, well, Kim can go on and think she's so great and invincible, but it'll only make it all the better for me when I finally beat her. Anyhow, like I'm saying, I'm all the brawn in the partnership, and probably a heck lot more of the brain than Dr D would like to think too.
When it comes to all the high-tech scientific contraptions, though, that's Drakken's department, and this occasion wasn't any different. We've tried out loads of outlandish stuff in the past - brain-switching, power-rings, mind control (as a matter of fact I was on the receiving end of that one . . . no matter - I got my own back. I REALLY got it back!) Long story short, no matter how impressive all the nuts and bolts involved are, we never really get that much closer to seizing the world in the long run. Mainly because of a certain high school student named Kim Possible who always interferes right when you need her to show up the least. Still, she's nothing I can't handle.
"You're absolutely sure no one else will be around?" Drakken was asking me at that precise moment. "I didn't bother bringing the Goons on this one."
"No sweat - I checked it all out earlier. The people of this town really have a thing for this stupid clock. . . apparently it's just been hung up there in the town centre doing nothing for the past decade and a half, ever since it got struck by lightning around fifteen years ago. The town officials finally want to replace it with a clock that actually works, and guess what? Everyone from the 'preserve historic monuments' department has lured the entire town into this protest. It's been claiming it's 10:04 for so long that they all want to keep it that way. Result; huge burly protest all the way over in the town centre, happy coincidence that we just happen to have a new scheme to launch right now."
"Good. . . I can't afford to have any disturbances on this one, Shego! For tonight, we are about to witness the latest product of my unlimited genius - one that will not only bring me one step closer to my goal of being declared supreme ruler of earth, but will also break one of the most significant scientific barriers in the history of humanity! Presenting this wonderful device, standing right over there!"
Looking over, I saw what he was pointing at - a car. A Peugeot 626 to be precise. One that looked like it had been horribly mangled round the back, sporting a complex range of unsightly wires and circuits. I'd assumed, when I first saw it, it had been dumped there in the parking lot when some driver had got sick of trying to repair it.
"That thing?" I exclaimed. "That's your new device? That's the thing that's gonna break scientific barriers?" I couldn't help but burst out laughing. You would have done if you could have seen it.
"Don't question it, Shego!" Drakken growled, sharply. "You're looking at something that mankind, all throughout history, with his weak and feeble mind, has yearned to construct but always failed, and what I have finally, and naturally, achieved! And what's more tonight I will at long last put it into action! Bring forth Commodore Puddles!"
A toy-sized French poodle, in case you're wondering. But no ordinary one. One that scares the heck out of Drakken's henchmen, and I've never been so sure of myself. So little.yet *so* evil. Snapping, snarling, foaming at the mouth, but, luckily for me, muzzled, Commodore Puddles was fished out of his cage with some effort and hoisted into the front seat of the vehicle, strapped down tight and with a stop clock hanging round his fluffy white neck.
"Note, Shego," said Dr Drakken, producing one of his own, "that Commodore Puddles' clock is exactly in synch with mine."
The toy-sized monster continued to writhe and froth, front paws tearing ferociously at the strap that held him, while Dr D backed away and laid his hands on some sort of chunky-looking remote control-type device.
"Watch carefully, Shego," he said, while in the process of fiddling with a few buttons. "I think even you'll be surprised."
"Try me," I whispered, underneath my breath.
One more button, and then it all started. The engine suddenly came to life, the vehicle revved up in seconds, and shot into motion, wheels burning down hard against the surface of the tarmac parking lot as it zoomed round and round in a continuous circle, gaining more and more speed with each second that passed. Impressive, I suppose, if you've never seen a car before.
"Is this it?" I asked, as Drakken continued to fiddle around with his brand new toy.
"Of course not, Shego! I told you not to question it - I'm just getting started! Let's see how fast this thing will go, first though. 60 miles an hour.nothing. 75. . . hmm, still nothing. 90. . . get ready, Shego! Here it comes! If my calculations are correct, when this baby hits 90 miles an hour, you're gonna see some serious . . ."
Before he could even finish, there came a mind-numbing split second in which the vehicle suddenly morphed into a sickly blur and then. . . then. . . it just disappeared, vanishing in a flash of white surge and burst of mild flame. For a few brief moments, the flames flickered harmlessly on the tarmac, before they too were gone, leaving nothing at all.
I could hardly believe it. "Dr Drakken! You. . . *you just disintegrated Commodore Puddles!*"
He laughed his usual evil laugh. "No, both Commodore Puddles and the device are still perfectly intact!"
"Then. . . where the hell is he?"
"It's more a matter of 'when' the hell is he. For you see, Shego, I have just sent our fluffy little friend one minute into the future!"
"Wha. . . what?"
"I told you it was the work of pure genius, didn't I?"
The next 50 odd seconds that passed seemed as dizzying a blur as Commodore and that infernal machine had been right before their disappearance. Right before my very eyes. . . a single minute just wasn't enough time to take it all in. Time travel? And I'd thought those Bebe-bots were strange. . .
And then.BANG! - another burst of sparse flame and both dog and device had reappeared, literally out of thin air, before the screech of tyre against tarmac as they came to a gentle halt just inches from us. On observation, the four-legged pioneer seemed somewhat sickened and dizzy from his experience, but had plunged straight back into the Commodore Puddles were used to the instant he was unstrapped, matching his jaws relentlessly against his muzzle, presumably in the fighting hope that it would snap and he'd be free to go for a Drakken or Shego-leg sandwich.
"YES!!!" my scientist friend was cheering. "I did it! I knew my calculations wouldn't let me down! Observe, Shego, Commodore Puddles' stop clock once more, and note that it is now running exactly one minute behind my own!"
"Which means?"
"*Which means* that Commodores Puddles' recent journey through the barrier of time was entirely instantaneous as far as he was concerned! He can't even have been aware of his little escapade, he just skipped right over that minute he was gone! *That* is the art of time travel, Shego - you can go back and forth for millenniums' worth of time in the blink of an eye!"
"This hunk of junk goes back as well as forward?" I stammered, still rather shaken.
"Indeed. . . just imagine the possibilities. . . "
"For world domination?"
"Well, I'm still working on my overall scheme, Shego, but at least we now know that my latest invention is a success! Just remember that the course of time is a very sensitive thing. You go back in time and the slightest alteration you make to the past can change the future you once knew, dramatically. . . if we're going to figure out how to exploit such a complex dilemma for our own advantage, it's going to take the most precise forms of planning - our plutonium supply is pretty limited. . ."
"Plutomium?" I exclaimed. "You mean. . . it's* nuclear*? It doesn't just run on regular unleaded gasoline?"
"Unfortunately not," Drakken replied. "Regular unleaded gasoline just wouldn't cut it. For a device like this you need something with a little more kick - like plutonium! But don't panic, the Peugeot itself isn't nuclear. It just takes a nuclear reaction to generate the 1.21 gigawatts I need . . ."
"Doc, you don't just walk into a store and buy plutonium, and you certainly didn't ask me to obtain it for you. . . are you telling me you ripped the stuff off, *yourself*?"
"Shhhhh! I don't care if this entire futile development has all been absorbed by some great rusted clock tonight - someone still might be listening in! Of course I had to rip it off - from a pair of terrorist knights, would you believe it? The Knights of Rodeghan, or something like that. They asked me to build them a bomb if they gave me the plutonium, so they could take on the monarchy of their country or what. . . some strange country I'd never even heard of. . . so I just took the plutonium and gave them a shiny bomb shell full of used pinball parts!"
"What were you thinking? Did it ever occur to you that they may come back?"
"Oh, they'll never find me! I've got it all covered. Now come on, I'll show you how it works."
The interior of the Peugeot was equally as bizarre, crammed with even more circuits of wiring, and about three or four miniature computer screens to boot. Towards the back of the car, encased in a small glass capsule, was one of the most curious objects I'd ever seen, even with my career. I *would* take a stab at describing it here, but I get the feeling that my words would be lost on you.
"What's that thing?" I asked.
"That," replied Drakken, grinning, "is the flux capacitor. It's what makes the whole concept of time travel possible." He turned and activated one of the switches at the front, revealing three large digital alarm clocks displaying virtually every criteria of time - year, month, day, hour, minute, second - in LCD form. "First, you switch on the time circuits here. This first clock tells you where you're going, this next one tells you were you are, and this one tells you where you've last been. All you then do is type in wherever you want to go next into this keypad here - you can pre-set the exact second. For example, if you want to go back to the time of my most significant scientific vision ever, you simply enter the digits for July 9th 1988 5:55 am." He did exactly so as he spoke. "Then, you just rev up the car, exceed 90 miles an hour and it takes you right there! ISN'T IT JUST PERFECT?"
"Yeah, it sure is incredible," I admitted. "So what happened back in 1988?"
"Oh, I remember that morning so well! Fifteen years ago, when I was hanging my clock up above my toilet, and I ended up slipping and banging my head against the toilet seat. And then it all hit me - this vision came to me out of nowhere of the flux capacitor! I knew one day that I would prove my genius to the world, and that, if I could just transform that vision into reality, it would be my gateway to doing so! And now, finally, I have done just that! Fifteen whole years. . . " He sighed, suddenly going all nostalgic. "Has it really been that long? I can tell you, things really have changed since then. Back in the eighties, this whole mall used to be a Christmas tree farm."
There was a fairly long pause.
"Well?" I asked. "What are we gonna do now?"
"I suppose go back and see if those pathetic henchmen have got much further in rebuilding my lair, then begin some very in-depth lessons in history." He sighed and admired his beloved vehicle once more. "Still, it is somewhat hard to resist taking this wonderful machine for one more journey first. Back in the eighties, when I'd just dropped out of *college*. . . " he said, with a growl of contempt, " . . . I had this idle dream of going forth and seeing the distant future for myself, if I ever *could* build a time machine. Oh well, even if I did want to go and live that dream out now I'd have to refill the plutonium vault. After Commodore Puddles' little trip, it would only have enough fuel left in it for one more time- jump, and if you did that now, well, you'd never be able to get back."
I'll have to admit that I was thoroughly impressed with Drakken that night. You know, he can surprise you when you least expect it. As we were preparing to leave, however, Commodore Puddles suddenly leapt up growling again; not at us, this time, but at another vehicle heading our way from the distance.
"The FBI?" I cried.
Drakken suddenly froze. "I wish it were . . . Oh my g. . . how the hell did they find me?"
"Don't tell me it's. . ."
"The Knights of Rodeghan! Yes it is! Run for it, Shego! Get out of here, quickly! I'm telling you that sharp claws, green rays and fancy martial arts are no use on this one!"
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* There, I was able to end it on a bit of a cliffhanger after all. Be sure to stay tuned, all fellow fans of 'Back to the Future' and 'Kim Possible' - I intend to make this into a first-rate fanfic over the coming months. Sorry once more if this particular chapter moved a little slow; things will be sure to pick up.*
*"A fast clock and a slow clock are never right, but a stopped clock is right twice a day."* - Classic proverb
Note: This is a spoof on the 'Back to the Future' trilogy with KP characters. This chapter is more or less the introduction, so my apologies if it seems a little slow or technical, but it was important to start with all this information.
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June 7th 2003. 12:31 am. I think that was the time it all started.
We were standing out there in the empty parking lot, poorly lit by the dim glow of the flickering streetlights. The best place currently available in which to carry out open-air testing without being seen. You've got to play it safe when you're in this field of business; you can't afford to be conspicuous when there could be authorities lurking nearby. Unless of course you want to get caught and thrown back into maximum security. Not me, though. I was in this business for real. And besides which, we knew for a fact that tonight was the best night we'd found in ages in which to carry out our latest scheme, at least while our usual line of lairs were still in repair having been blown up for the umpteenth time. About 90 per cent of the Middleton population were right up the other side of town, too caught up in some dumb protest rally to notice what they were missing behind their backs. I'd got the gist of it all earlier that day when I'd gone to check it all out - something to do with a stopped clock in the town centre or what. Some guy had stuffed one of the fliers into my hand, which I'd quickly pocketed and gone through later.
I guess I should introduce myself. Name - easy, it's Shego (pronounced 'Sheego'). Distinguishing features - pale skin, green-and-black jump suit, long sharp razor-like fingernails, gloves that shoot green destructive rays; the works. Occupation - mad assistant to mad scientist Dr Drakken. Maybe you've heard of his work. Claim to fame - being wanted in roughly eleven different countries (so you haven't seen me, right?). Overall aim - assist Drakken in his master-plan of world domination, taking down anyone who should stand in our way, come blitz or blizzard or. . . crime-fighting teenage superheroes (ugh!). Yeah, well, Kim can go on and think she's so great and invincible, but it'll only make it all the better for me when I finally beat her. Anyhow, like I'm saying, I'm all the brawn in the partnership, and probably a heck lot more of the brain than Dr D would like to think too.
When it comes to all the high-tech scientific contraptions, though, that's Drakken's department, and this occasion wasn't any different. We've tried out loads of outlandish stuff in the past - brain-switching, power-rings, mind control (as a matter of fact I was on the receiving end of that one . . . no matter - I got my own back. I REALLY got it back!) Long story short, no matter how impressive all the nuts and bolts involved are, we never really get that much closer to seizing the world in the long run. Mainly because of a certain high school student named Kim Possible who always interferes right when you need her to show up the least. Still, she's nothing I can't handle.
"You're absolutely sure no one else will be around?" Drakken was asking me at that precise moment. "I didn't bother bringing the Goons on this one."
"No sweat - I checked it all out earlier. The people of this town really have a thing for this stupid clock. . . apparently it's just been hung up there in the town centre doing nothing for the past decade and a half, ever since it got struck by lightning around fifteen years ago. The town officials finally want to replace it with a clock that actually works, and guess what? Everyone from the 'preserve historic monuments' department has lured the entire town into this protest. It's been claiming it's 10:04 for so long that they all want to keep it that way. Result; huge burly protest all the way over in the town centre, happy coincidence that we just happen to have a new scheme to launch right now."
"Good. . . I can't afford to have any disturbances on this one, Shego! For tonight, we are about to witness the latest product of my unlimited genius - one that will not only bring me one step closer to my goal of being declared supreme ruler of earth, but will also break one of the most significant scientific barriers in the history of humanity! Presenting this wonderful device, standing right over there!"
Looking over, I saw what he was pointing at - a car. A Peugeot 626 to be precise. One that looked like it had been horribly mangled round the back, sporting a complex range of unsightly wires and circuits. I'd assumed, when I first saw it, it had been dumped there in the parking lot when some driver had got sick of trying to repair it.
"That thing?" I exclaimed. "That's your new device? That's the thing that's gonna break scientific barriers?" I couldn't help but burst out laughing. You would have done if you could have seen it.
"Don't question it, Shego!" Drakken growled, sharply. "You're looking at something that mankind, all throughout history, with his weak and feeble mind, has yearned to construct but always failed, and what I have finally, and naturally, achieved! And what's more tonight I will at long last put it into action! Bring forth Commodore Puddles!"
A toy-sized French poodle, in case you're wondering. But no ordinary one. One that scares the heck out of Drakken's henchmen, and I've never been so sure of myself. So little.yet *so* evil. Snapping, snarling, foaming at the mouth, but, luckily for me, muzzled, Commodore Puddles was fished out of his cage with some effort and hoisted into the front seat of the vehicle, strapped down tight and with a stop clock hanging round his fluffy white neck.
"Note, Shego," said Dr Drakken, producing one of his own, "that Commodore Puddles' clock is exactly in synch with mine."
The toy-sized monster continued to writhe and froth, front paws tearing ferociously at the strap that held him, while Dr D backed away and laid his hands on some sort of chunky-looking remote control-type device.
"Watch carefully, Shego," he said, while in the process of fiddling with a few buttons. "I think even you'll be surprised."
"Try me," I whispered, underneath my breath.
One more button, and then it all started. The engine suddenly came to life, the vehicle revved up in seconds, and shot into motion, wheels burning down hard against the surface of the tarmac parking lot as it zoomed round and round in a continuous circle, gaining more and more speed with each second that passed. Impressive, I suppose, if you've never seen a car before.
"Is this it?" I asked, as Drakken continued to fiddle around with his brand new toy.
"Of course not, Shego! I told you not to question it - I'm just getting started! Let's see how fast this thing will go, first though. 60 miles an hour.nothing. 75. . . hmm, still nothing. 90. . . get ready, Shego! Here it comes! If my calculations are correct, when this baby hits 90 miles an hour, you're gonna see some serious . . ."
Before he could even finish, there came a mind-numbing split second in which the vehicle suddenly morphed into a sickly blur and then. . . then. . . it just disappeared, vanishing in a flash of white surge and burst of mild flame. For a few brief moments, the flames flickered harmlessly on the tarmac, before they too were gone, leaving nothing at all.
I could hardly believe it. "Dr Drakken! You. . . *you just disintegrated Commodore Puddles!*"
He laughed his usual evil laugh. "No, both Commodore Puddles and the device are still perfectly intact!"
"Then. . . where the hell is he?"
"It's more a matter of 'when' the hell is he. For you see, Shego, I have just sent our fluffy little friend one minute into the future!"
"Wha. . . what?"
"I told you it was the work of pure genius, didn't I?"
The next 50 odd seconds that passed seemed as dizzying a blur as Commodore and that infernal machine had been right before their disappearance. Right before my very eyes. . . a single minute just wasn't enough time to take it all in. Time travel? And I'd thought those Bebe-bots were strange. . .
And then.BANG! - another burst of sparse flame and both dog and device had reappeared, literally out of thin air, before the screech of tyre against tarmac as they came to a gentle halt just inches from us. On observation, the four-legged pioneer seemed somewhat sickened and dizzy from his experience, but had plunged straight back into the Commodore Puddles were used to the instant he was unstrapped, matching his jaws relentlessly against his muzzle, presumably in the fighting hope that it would snap and he'd be free to go for a Drakken or Shego-leg sandwich.
"YES!!!" my scientist friend was cheering. "I did it! I knew my calculations wouldn't let me down! Observe, Shego, Commodore Puddles' stop clock once more, and note that it is now running exactly one minute behind my own!"
"Which means?"
"*Which means* that Commodores Puddles' recent journey through the barrier of time was entirely instantaneous as far as he was concerned! He can't even have been aware of his little escapade, he just skipped right over that minute he was gone! *That* is the art of time travel, Shego - you can go back and forth for millenniums' worth of time in the blink of an eye!"
"This hunk of junk goes back as well as forward?" I stammered, still rather shaken.
"Indeed. . . just imagine the possibilities. . . "
"For world domination?"
"Well, I'm still working on my overall scheme, Shego, but at least we now know that my latest invention is a success! Just remember that the course of time is a very sensitive thing. You go back in time and the slightest alteration you make to the past can change the future you once knew, dramatically. . . if we're going to figure out how to exploit such a complex dilemma for our own advantage, it's going to take the most precise forms of planning - our plutonium supply is pretty limited. . ."
"Plutomium?" I exclaimed. "You mean. . . it's* nuclear*? It doesn't just run on regular unleaded gasoline?"
"Unfortunately not," Drakken replied. "Regular unleaded gasoline just wouldn't cut it. For a device like this you need something with a little more kick - like plutonium! But don't panic, the Peugeot itself isn't nuclear. It just takes a nuclear reaction to generate the 1.21 gigawatts I need . . ."
"Doc, you don't just walk into a store and buy plutonium, and you certainly didn't ask me to obtain it for you. . . are you telling me you ripped the stuff off, *yourself*?"
"Shhhhh! I don't care if this entire futile development has all been absorbed by some great rusted clock tonight - someone still might be listening in! Of course I had to rip it off - from a pair of terrorist knights, would you believe it? The Knights of Rodeghan, or something like that. They asked me to build them a bomb if they gave me the plutonium, so they could take on the monarchy of their country or what. . . some strange country I'd never even heard of. . . so I just took the plutonium and gave them a shiny bomb shell full of used pinball parts!"
"What were you thinking? Did it ever occur to you that they may come back?"
"Oh, they'll never find me! I've got it all covered. Now come on, I'll show you how it works."
The interior of the Peugeot was equally as bizarre, crammed with even more circuits of wiring, and about three or four miniature computer screens to boot. Towards the back of the car, encased in a small glass capsule, was one of the most curious objects I'd ever seen, even with my career. I *would* take a stab at describing it here, but I get the feeling that my words would be lost on you.
"What's that thing?" I asked.
"That," replied Drakken, grinning, "is the flux capacitor. It's what makes the whole concept of time travel possible." He turned and activated one of the switches at the front, revealing three large digital alarm clocks displaying virtually every criteria of time - year, month, day, hour, minute, second - in LCD form. "First, you switch on the time circuits here. This first clock tells you where you're going, this next one tells you were you are, and this one tells you where you've last been. All you then do is type in wherever you want to go next into this keypad here - you can pre-set the exact second. For example, if you want to go back to the time of my most significant scientific vision ever, you simply enter the digits for July 9th 1988 5:55 am." He did exactly so as he spoke. "Then, you just rev up the car, exceed 90 miles an hour and it takes you right there! ISN'T IT JUST PERFECT?"
"Yeah, it sure is incredible," I admitted. "So what happened back in 1988?"
"Oh, I remember that morning so well! Fifteen years ago, when I was hanging my clock up above my toilet, and I ended up slipping and banging my head against the toilet seat. And then it all hit me - this vision came to me out of nowhere of the flux capacitor! I knew one day that I would prove my genius to the world, and that, if I could just transform that vision into reality, it would be my gateway to doing so! And now, finally, I have done just that! Fifteen whole years. . . " He sighed, suddenly going all nostalgic. "Has it really been that long? I can tell you, things really have changed since then. Back in the eighties, this whole mall used to be a Christmas tree farm."
There was a fairly long pause.
"Well?" I asked. "What are we gonna do now?"
"I suppose go back and see if those pathetic henchmen have got much further in rebuilding my lair, then begin some very in-depth lessons in history." He sighed and admired his beloved vehicle once more. "Still, it is somewhat hard to resist taking this wonderful machine for one more journey first. Back in the eighties, when I'd just dropped out of *college*. . . " he said, with a growl of contempt, " . . . I had this idle dream of going forth and seeing the distant future for myself, if I ever *could* build a time machine. Oh well, even if I did want to go and live that dream out now I'd have to refill the plutonium vault. After Commodore Puddles' little trip, it would only have enough fuel left in it for one more time- jump, and if you did that now, well, you'd never be able to get back."
I'll have to admit that I was thoroughly impressed with Drakken that night. You know, he can surprise you when you least expect it. As we were preparing to leave, however, Commodore Puddles suddenly leapt up growling again; not at us, this time, but at another vehicle heading our way from the distance.
"The FBI?" I cried.
Drakken suddenly froze. "I wish it were . . . Oh my g. . . how the hell did they find me?"
"Don't tell me it's. . ."
"The Knights of Rodeghan! Yes it is! Run for it, Shego! Get out of here, quickly! I'm telling you that sharp claws, green rays and fancy martial arts are no use on this one!"
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* There, I was able to end it on a bit of a cliffhanger after all. Be sure to stay tuned, all fellow fans of 'Back to the Future' and 'Kim Possible' - I intend to make this into a first-rate fanfic over the coming months. Sorry once more if this particular chapter moved a little slow; things will be sure to pick up.*