Dr. Drakken, the man once known by his peers as Drew Lipsky, smiled devilishly as he looked over his latest plan, scribbled out on his Etch-a-Sketch.
"It's brilliant!" he cackled as he ran toward his sidekick, Shego. "With this plan we shall take control of Connecticut and rename it Drakkecticut!"
Shego sighed as she looked at the Etch-a-Sketch that had been shoved in her face. "Oh, right... 'cept your running over here shook it so much your brilliant plan got erased!"
Drakken's eyes went wide and he quickly spun the Etch-a-Sketch around, only to see Shego had spoken the truth. "No! All my hard work! Confounded child's toy!"
"Hey," Shego said, returning to sharpening her clawed gloves with a file. "I told you to write your big plans out on your computer, but no..."
"No more computers, Shego!" Drakken barked, throwing the Etch-a-Sketch across the lab. "Never again! Not after that last debacle!"
"Hey, it's not like every computer you own is going to become sentient and kick us out of your lair, you know... then again, with our luck..."
"Are you saying we're unlucky, Shego?"
"Doy," she answered, not even looking her blue-skinned employer in the face. "Maybe you haven't noticed, but we've never managed to pull off any of your plans to rule the world, or even rename some small part of it!"
"But we were so close with Drakkanada!"
"Only counts in horse shoes and hand grenades, doc."
"Well, we have tried both against Kim Possible, but her cursed mad skills as a cheerleader have led to many misses."
"Yeah, well... you have to be the first person in history to throw a horse shoe like a boomerang."
"And I have the black eye to prove it!"
Shego rolled her eyes. "Anyway... what was your plan?"
"Ah, well," Drakken said, scratching his head, trying to remember just what he had been plotting. "Ah yes! The plan! One Professor Hugo J. Crawford has invented a machine so dangerous, so mind-boggling deadly, that I must possess it!"
"And this machine is called what, exactly?"
Drakken took a deep breath. "The Ionizer!"
"And what does it do?"
"I have absolutely no idea!"
"Wonderful..."
"However," Drakken continued. "It does sound cool and that's enough for me!"
Shego slumped back into her chair and shook her head. "What makes you even think its even worth stealing?"
"I already told you. The name. It is trés magnifique!"
Shego sighed. "It's the Neutronalizer all over again... all right, let's go get it."
It was then that Shego first noticed it. An odd odor pervaded the room. Straining her eyes she could vaguely make out... some substance shifting through the still air.
"He have to get out of he--"
And it was then that everything went black.
Shego slowly opened her eyes as if awaking from a deep sleep. Remembering the knockout gas she had spotted before blacking out she quickly powered up, her hands becoming enveloped in an emerald energy. Shego attempted to crouch into a martial arts stance learned long ago... only to find she couldn't. Quickly she took in her surroundings, only to find that she was held against a wall by metal restraints. However, she was not alone in the small room as Dr. Drakken was beside her, unconscious and also locked against the wall.
"Hey, Dr. D, wake up." No response. "Fine... Drakken, wake up!"
"Jus' a little more sleep, 'kay mom?" Drakken's eyes made no motion to open and he continued to snore.
Shego scowled. "Oh for the love-- Oh, Dr. D, I got the Ionizer--"
Drakken awoke with a start. "Where? Where is it?"
Shego responded in her usual dry tongue. "In the lab of whomever invented it."
"That was cruel, Shego," Drakken replied, his face grim.
"It's my job."
"I don't pay you to poke fun at me!"
"Well, you rarely pay me period!"
"Shego," Drakken began. "A wise man once said 'Always count thy dollars, for they are signs of one's success.'"
"No wonder we're broke."
Drakken's face was aghast. "Are you saying that my self-created quote does not apply to us?"
"I thought you said a wise man once said it."
"Oh that does it-- why are we imprisoned to this wall?"
"Oh, you noticed," Shego replied. "Well, I was bored and thought 'Hey, I'll lock myself and Drakken away in some small room--"
"What were you thinking?" Drakken rasped.
Shego lowered her head in disgust. "Humor, Dr. D. It's called humor."
At that moment the room's sole door opened and a person, clad in a blue jumpsuit, entered. She was a woman who appeared to be in her thirties. One of her eyes apparently no more, she wore an eye patch.
"Good afternoon," she said. "I'm Dr. Director, the head of Global Justice, the ultimate force in global-- "
"-- Justice?" Shego finished.
Dr. Director stepped back. "How did you know?"
"Lucky guess."
"Whelp, back to the slammer we go..." Drakken sighed, his face turning more blue then usual.
"Not necessarily," Dr. Director said, cutting off Drakken. "I only had you kidnapped from your lair for one reaso--"
It was now Drakken's turn to cut off any given sentence. "How did you even know where we were?"
"You're subscription to Villain's Digest," Dr. Director answered. "Global Justice funds the magazine in the hopes of subscriptions and thus the learning of your lair's addresses."
"Note to Dr. D: Cancel that subscription," Shego said.
"But.. but the crosswords--"
"I'll make you crosswords if that's what it takes!"
"Promise?" Drakken summoned up his best puppy pout.
Shego sighed. "Fine."
"Ah, the puppy pout," Dr. Director said. "A devious tactic, Dr. Drakken. I'm impressed."
Drakken smiled. "See, Shego? I impressed someone."
"Yay you." Shego turned her attention to Dr. Director. "So, anyway... what do you want?"
"We have a mission for you," Dr. Director answered. "Complete it and we will let you go and erase your address from our files."
"One, why would the vaunted Global Justice want us to do their work?" Shego continued. "Two, you should know that I have broken Dr. D and myself out of jail many times over, so you can't threaten us."
"One, you two possess the information and... experience in regards to the threat we currently face," Dr. Director answered. "Two, I'm more than willing to tell the super villain community that you, Shego, were once a super hero. Via 'Villain's Digest,' of course. And Drakken? We know your phone number, to. And I have absolutely no problem with handing it out to every telemarketer on the planet."
"We're in!" Drakken answered without hesitation.
"Good." Dr. Director smiled. She hit a switch on her wristband and the restraining locks let go, leaving Shego and Drakken free. "Now, this is the mission..."
Drakken's face suddenly expressed fear, sweat beading down from his forehead. "You.. you're not gonnna self-destruct after you tell us, are you?"
"No."
Drakken breathed a sigh of relief; Shego and Dr. Director just sighed.
Dr. Director continued. "Yesterday afternoon a mad scientist and his forces occupied a research facility of military nature. This mad scientist has also taken the scientists and security personal as hostages. And to top it all off, the nature of this facility's research is classified, unknown even to me. There's no telling what could happen if anything there falls into the wrong hands. Global Justice wants you to sneak in, free the hostages and bring this mad scientist and his henchmen to justice."
"Does this... mad scientist... have a name?" Drakken asked.
"Yes. Professor Dementor."
Drakken smiled. "Ah, that's why you want me on this little operation..."
"Yes, you and he have had a storied past and thus you have more experience dealing with him."
"And why am I here?" Shego asked, impatient and desiring answers.
"Simple," Dr. Director answered. "You, of all people- especially of all people connected to Drakken- know the layout of the city in which this research facility calls home."
Shego's eyes went wide. "Oh no..."
"That's right," Dr. Director continued. "You're both going to Go City."
