Janice Sanderson considered herself a good neighbor. She baked cookies for the neighborhood, her hubby Hank kept the yards clean and tidy and noise levels low. Janice never allowed her boys to shoot off fireworks unless it was the Fourth of July between the hours of 7 and 8:30. She was mindful of their German Shepard, Moe and didn't let him room free throughout the neighborhood.

Janice took pride in her home and her boys (which included Hank). She was a stay at home mom to five boys who ranged in age from six to fifteen and homeschooled them all. Between that and biweekly church services, she was a busy momma, but she still had time to keep her eye on things.

One Saturday morning, a moving van followed by a black town car, a grey SUV and one last town car pulled into the neighborhood as she made her morning coffee. Well, her day just filled up, between Isiah coming down with the measles and her essential oils party that night, now this, she'd be up to her eyeballs in things she needed to do! The moving van pulled up to the side of the grey three-story craftsmen at the end of the street (she always thought that house was ugly. No wonder it took so long to sell). The SUV pulled into the driveway, one town car pulled up behind the moving van but left a gap between them for driveway access. The second town car drove around the cul-de-sac and parked at the end of the street, opposite side. No one got out of the town cars, almost like they were protecting the new homeowners.

Was the President moving in down the street?! Wouldn't that just be a treat?!

Her phone rang. That was Mary-Alice calling for their weekly gab sessions. Janice didn't want to stop watching the scene going on down the street, but Mary-Alice's daughter started listening to this unholy band fronted by a man dressed as a cardinal with mismatching eyes that totally and completely appropriated religious iconography in the name of Satan! She had to be saved before it was too late!

Around noon and one ticket to a 'boarding school' later, Janice checked on the house down the street. The moving truck was half empty and the town cars still in there respectively places, engines running. Janice didn't think of what she was doing as snooping, rather just being a vigilant American looking for any unsavory types. She decided it was time to introduce herself and baked a fresh batch of cookies and homemade lemon aide. She'd save a whole family introduction when the new neighbors had settled and Isiah was better.

Luckily, the husband was unloading the SUV when she came up, making him easy to distinguish from the movers.

"Hello there!" Janice chirped happily, trying to get his attention. He pulled himself from deep in the car, trying to reach the other side without actually walking all that way.

She was able to get a good look at her new neighbor for the first time. She was surprised to see that he was blue, blue all over. Well, stranger things were happening; there was a teenage girl fighting crime in the next city over! The scar under is eye and long black hair pulled into a ponytail were unsightly in her eyes, but he was dressed nice enough, had a nice car and bought this (ugly) house in her neighborhood, so he couldn't be that bad.

"I'm Janice Sanderson from down the street, house 3782,"

"Oh, uh, hello. I'm Dr. Drew Lipsky." He replied, cordially. He preferred his 'alter ego' Dr. Drakken, who for the last twenty years sought to take over the world. Nowadays, he was more interested in getting his wife Shego to stop teasing him and building things.

Ever since the Lowardian incident, Global Justice secured Drakken and Shego with a cushy job with the government defense contract. Drakken could build anything he wanted, experiment on anything he wanted as long as the government could use it. Did he wake up one morning and decide he wanted to make a new nerve agent worse than novichok then the next day build a truth discerning AI that could fit in the palm of your hand, then the day after that build his own working lightsaber? He totally could. Shego? Well, she still got payed to punch people, so she was happy.

"Oh, a doctor, bet you'll come in handy around the neighborhood."

Drakken waved his hand dismissively, "I'm not that kind of doctor."

Janice watched as a young, very pale, almost green tinted woman bounded with energy from the house and back into the van to grab more things. She had to restraint herself from gawking at the woman, at how immodestly she was dressed! She was dressed in a green tank top, frayed, black denim shorts that did not come to her knees, but mid-thigh and dirty black converse. Her thick, raven colored hair was pulled into tight and high ponytail. Well, she certainly would not her boys around her unsupervised!

"Is that your…daughter?"

Drakken spurted. Shego was only ten years his junior! Was this old bat blind? Did he look that old?

"I'm his wife," She corrected, walking gracefully down the ramp with heavy looking side table in her hands that she carried with ease.

"That's my wife, Stephanie." Drakken added.

Eager to change the subject, Janice asked, "So what do you do for living?"

"I'm uhh," Drakken stumbled for a moment. How did he describe what he did without blowing his cover? "a government contractor." It had a grain of truth, so it was easy to remember but vague enough to keep any secrets just that, secret.

"That's fascinating! Stephanie, what about you?"

She draped herself over her husband, "I'm his…secretary." She gave a small laugh as though only herself and Drakken were in on the joke. Truthfully, she was head of security. Had been for years, now it was only official.

"Oh, well, that's nice. Welcome to the neighborhood! I'll let you get back to work!" Janice bid a hasty a goodbye and handed them their treats.

That couple went too against the grain for her taste. Why can't everyone just be normal?