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Anythings Possible ... right? : Toxic waste	By : mouserr Category: Kim Possible > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 4280 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I don’t own most of these characters these characters Disney does, I also do not own aol yim or yahoo, if I did I would have already burned them, please don’t sue. Rae, Mouse, Greystroke, Kahn Du, Inkalli Pek Whar, the Lost Ones and one Taco B. are mine however.
Definition: Kigonite ore, KiGo fic in general are kigonite, raw ore which is then refined down to kigonium and toxic waste which are fics with plot involving kigo and everything else respectively, further refinement produces kigotonium and is known to cause spontaneous nosebleeds in both genders and is almost guaranteed lethal to the genus Kigotaku radicallus.
Toxic waste refined from the original kigonite ore falls into multiple categories: kigobon and kigobonki, secondaries include but are not limited to robondra and kirobondrago with mild doses of modu and xsquad
It Gets Worse … tis a bit of good advice in effd up situations. Keep that one thing in mind, never forget it, repeat it every time you think things are looking up ‘cause … It always gets worse … remember that whenever shit starts going south and you’ll likely be the last thing standing in the end … forget it and you’re street pizza.
The events of the toxic waste side of the story start right at the time of Bonnie’s recruitment and follow along from there filling in the gaps left behind as the Kigonite was refined into Kigonium. Mind yer heads it gets messy from here on out.
Safety advisory: large amounts of the following are twice refined doses of toxic waste, outsourcing makes it easier to get the more dangerous ‘pure’ stuff.
Safety advisory 2: the refining process is ongoing and then there will be a fair to massive amount of hammering flat, keep your arms and hands inside the vehicle. Failure to comply will not meet with medical aide.
Anything’s possible … right? : Toxic waste collection
Duplicity
Bonnie blinked as she turned the corner. She had just enjoyed a good shower for a change and stopped to pester the naked rodent, once she scared it off and turned to walk on to her room she saw the naked molerat, it had been behind her before she turned, that’s all she did was turn and poof the freaky thing was in front of her again. It obviously knew she didn’t like to be confused because it took off running and she scratched her head over that one. Deciding better not to follow she went straight to her room and put on the jeans, top and jacket she kept handy, the boys would be occupied for the rest of the next two days repairing and thinking up new and inventive curses to throw at her which meant she could go have some fun. She saw the naked molerat again, why the hell was it looking at her this time? Eh fuck the creepy little shit, she walked right past it and out into the main control room where she saw the molerat, eating nacos with Ron Drakken and the twins Possible. She promptly turned around and went back the way she came. All the way back to her room. No sign of the rat anywhere it should not be, but there was a note taped to her mirror.
‘The fate of existence is in your hands Bonnie Rockwaller, Kim Possible needs to be saved and only you can do it. You must not be discovered, come alone for the sake of the universe. h&xxx R.P.’
She spent the next twenty minutes giggling before she noticed the note was on a map with a red circle marking a spot, ‘meet here twelve hundred hours tomorrow’ She looked the map over closer, Crater park, Arizona. She’d been there with the schools geology expedition, thanks to Kimmie. It was too bad the dork and the molerat got to go along as well. That clicked. There were few places where Bonnie put aside her public ‘dislike’ of Kim and the dork with the rodent and focused on something she liked, geology was one of her favorites. Well diamonds are just pretty rocks right? She didn’t need the map anymore so she did the only thing she could think of she dropped it in the waste basket and torched it, used nearly half a can of hairspray and her last lighter.
When she got a look at the smoking mess she made she thought she overdid it but when she heard the fire alarm go off she knew she overdid it. The boys would run, she had used all the water that was left in the already mostly depleted system, normally used to put out fires, waking Drakken. Oh well it meant she could probably skip out on karaoke night, if she played her cards right. Thinking quickly she dug some of the ash from the basket and lightly mussed herself, the boys would have run but they wouldn’t have gone far, they still needed her.
Kim sat fuming on her bed, she'd been in a major fight with her mother few hours earlier. It had been a loud, vicious and, frankly, stupid one and they had been very near of ripping each others hair off. Only two things had held them back.
Primarily, Kim had still only one fully functional hand, which throbbed in agony to remind her to be more careful when fleeing for your life. It was also the source of the argument as she had cracked the cast when she tumbled down the stairs to escape the rapidly spreading blaze her lipstick laser induced. The damned fire never would have happened but when she read Shegos message her hand twitched involuntarily, the fire seemed eager to take off since it had nearly three hundred dollars worth of fingernail polish to feed on.
The other hold back was the fact that even in their forced banishment from the house Tweebs were guaranteed to be able to monitor and record everything, it was their card in the Possible family game of M.A.D. The thought of the damage they could do with their years of information harvesting kept the females Possible from peaking at full on war. James Possible had done the smart thing and remembered something vital and extremely urgent somewhere else, neither of the Possible females were exactly known for their care of incidental and environmental damage when they were irked enough and this one was beyond that, light-years beyond. The fracas had only ended when both were rendered unable to shout, because of both sore throats and sheer exhaustion. After that, both had retreated to their respective bases to recover and brood, something in which both had demonstrated a surprising capacity. It was getting late enough that she'd be able to rant about her life to Shego soon, something that was lightening her mood considerably. Kim glanced to the closed curtains, in these few weeks she had grown rather close to the other female, even if they weren't able to get nearer to each other than their respective windows. After their first messages she had fumed about her injury, stupidity of parents and general unfairness of the world, and for Shego, got surprisingly understanding, if sarcastic and occasionally dirty or downright perverted replies to her musings. Bit by bit she had opened to the villainess and been rewarded by gaining the tiniest bit of insight to the life of the complex green skinned woman, her levels of understanding for darker side of human nature were obviously gained from bitter experience. By now, she was willing to admit to herself that she felt closer to Shego than she did Ron, Monique or even Bonnie, none of whom could fully understand duality of her life, they knew her either as a female or teen-hero, they couldn’t see both were still her. Well, Ron did but they had to stop, a constant doubt plagued her from even before they got together. She would always wonder if he was seeing her or Yori when he lost focus while they fooled around. Shego on the other hand, knew both sides of her in levels of intimacy that maybe no other could ever reach and that alone had allowed them more common ground that Kim would ever have believed to be possible. She wanted to know more, in typical fashion however, Shego frustrated that effort by simply ducking out or sidetracking the conversation when things got around to her side. Kim was determined and unshakable when she wanted something bad enough, only she was just now slowly realizing exactly how much she wanted this. She would be patient, in a few weeks they would begin the ‘bet’ and she could ask the thousands of questions she wanted to ask and possibly survive to hear the answers. In few weeks Kim had grown to regard Shego from nemesis to a friend and something of an older sister, maybe even more … did she really want more? Yes. She threw the curtains aside with a flourish and flashed the laser to the small opening between the curtains on the house opposite her, one left specifically for this reason. A few moments later the familiar dark form pushed them open and green light flashed. 'Kimmie?' Kim felt the knot between her shoulders begin to loosen as she sat down to floor.
'Parents suck.' 'Tell me about it …'
Kim could practically hear the raised brow and sarcastic smirk on the reply. Casually shifting to more comfortable position she started her nightly unwinding, already she could feel the tension lessen.
'Parents suck.'
'Tell me about it …'
Mrs. Possible winced as she read that. She scowled deeply as she thought over the real reason she had been snippy with Kim, why … why did Shego have to be so smart? So … beautiful? she felt her face flush crimson, she had to stop. Calmly she stood and went to the butchers block, when she returned to the kitchen table she vented every ounce of her frustration beating the translator to digital mulch, with the meat tenderizer. She would have to ignore Shego, completely, for Kimmie.
Monique paced around the dim light of her room, she was packed and the tickets were on the dresser, it only actually took her a few minutes to make the decision but she now did not know if she could go through with it. She needed someone to talk to, picking her Kimmunicator off her luggage she hesitated then hit the initiate key and waited. She always enjoyed it when she woke the young man, with his hair poofed up unevenly and that sleepy pout on his face she found so cute she couldn’t help but giggle. “Sorry to wake you Wade but I need … help.”
That got Wades full attention, not that he wasn’t already paying attention, half his brain could dry up and stop and he would still pay close attention to her. “What can I do for you?” He wanted to say more but she intimidated him in ways neither Kim nor Shego ever could, she was his first real crush. It didn’t take him long to realize what she was intending when she asked if he could find that person, he already knew she had tickets for the trip home. It wasn’t quite what he expected but at least she would be much closer. “Done and done Mo, give me a call if you need anything else.”
She could have kissed him but she had other things to deal with, the person she was calling was never the easiest to get along with and she could only imagine the reaction to being called at such a late hour, for American timezones. The ‘Hello?’ she heard over the speaker sounded like the woman she was calling but something was off, she didn’t seem as hostile as she should, considering who the voice belonged to. “I … I’m sorry to call so late, Bonnie. Oh? It’s that time there? Well err … can we … talk?” Wade must have slept in.
Wade smiled as he saw the indicator light flash, Mo was calling back already. “Hello again Mo, need something else sweety?” Eep, why the hell did I just say that? He blushed ferociously as Monique giggled sweetly, ‘Such a charmer there Wade you flirt, I need a real favour from you. Can you get me a lift? I need to be in Arizona in three hours.’ He smiled and hit the enter command for the first of the .exe’s he had loaded and waiting. “Done, MWU will arrive in thirty and have you there ninety minutes later, good thing you’re at the port.” She blushed this time, she spent a lot of her off time rowdying it up with the merchants that called the port city docks home, he knew because she was a regular spotlight for the cams, not that he watched the cams feed anymore, nope not at all. That was actually how he found her, money pointed to the place and the cams pointed to the face. She was winning more of her fights now and making good enough money to afford to continue working for the broken college she taught at. There were few teachers there and she was regarded as one of the best. ‘Damn now I need to see if I can get a refund on those tickets.’ He knew she was playing him, he enjoyed the game so he acted his part and hit the remaining .exe he had loaded and waiting. “Uh No you don’t w:st="on">Mo.” He beamed happily as the chime let him know the tickets were erased and Moniques money back in her account, including the cancellation fees. He knew how she hated to be charged for something she didn’t use.
Ron and Drakken were literally fuming at their partner who abandoned them two hours ago and ten miles behind them. She left them with enough money, from her own account, to get a room for the night and go from there. It didn’t take much convincing to get them to up and leave the old lair, trashed as Shego and Kim left it no one would suspect it capable of functioning. The added fresh smoke damage and smell of unspeakable things burnt added the finishing touches that guaranteed the lair would not be bothered for a very long time. She took Drakkens phone which left them at the tender mercy of Rons abused cellular, it was an old phone with only one mercy left and that was to just die, it lasted long enough to get a taxi headed their way and no more. Fed up with roasting in the south texas heat they began hotfooting it up the road, quite literally, it was so hot the asphalt was near liquid. That part neither of them minded terribly much, the rest of the country was enjoying something called winter.
The hotel they found turned out to be one used for a series of slasher flics, they decided to sleep in the bus terminal. While there Ron got Drakken to brute force a connection between the nice shiny new laptop he used and the ‘so old it might actually have to be wound up’ payphone. Normally the cerulean geek loved challenges but this one sent him on an hour long tirade where in he forget to use actual words. Two hours and a replacement payphone, deducted from Drakkens paycheck, later he was online, first contact was made with something stupid. Stupid but vital if they were to succeed. Shuddering as her webcam sprang to life he cursed the Dr. swearing he would get even with the prick for not disabling the ‘accept feed’ feature of the YIM program. It was fitting though that villains used Yahoo, it is the second most concentrated source of evil on the net, the first purest evil was in the form of a company called AOL. He did his utmost best not to squirm as he read the message that came across from the gorilla-woman. ‘Why hello there Ron, how’s my little naked cuddle-buddy? I don’t see him where is that adorable little rodent? I promise I won’t mutate him again.’ Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moon light? Ron figured just then that yeah, he was apparently going to tango with his devil … in broad daylight. No, he did not like the sound of that. ‘I’ll let you speak to him the next time he is here DNAmy right now I’m here to see a freak about a bunny.’
Drakken read along and winced every time Amy winked or batted her eyes at him via the webcam, the witch was a twofaced tease but at least he was spared the more … disturbing of her attentions. Once Ron was finished the negotiations and had logged off the in-terror-net he stood and let out a breath he’d been holding ever since Ron explained who it was he needed to speak with. “I know we need something more to challenge Bonnie but how do you plan to pay for those … things you’re having her make?” Fifty-foot tall bunnies weren’t cheap, not even the non-mutant type but chocolate? That was just absurd.
Ron just smiled as he reopened his laptop and loaded the .mpg player. When the movie loaded and was running he spun the flatscreen so the Dr. could see it. “I have something for the Conquestathon, something more valuable than any other prize. I have pure kigonium.” Drakken watched the screen as it spun, the harsh glare of the overhead lights blocked his view so he sat down, once he could actually see what it was Ron planned to offer he fell over. He knew he was going to die, brutally, painfully, it might, and probably would, take millions of years but he would eventually be killed for this sin. “Don’t look so down Dr. D It will all work out in the end. Trust me.”
“That scares w:st="on">me.” Was all the blue genius could muster.
Jim Looked to Tim who looked back, both turned to see their blue employer ball up in a fetal position and cry. They shrugged in tandem, Ron was always doing something to make Drakken whimper or cry. Seemed like another normal day in their exile from Castle Possible. The exile had not been easy but it was worth it.
“The job,” Tim said.
“Pays good.” Jim finished
“All the cool,” Tim smiled.
“Toys we can play with.” Jim grinned
“And all the,” Tim smirked.
“Moo for me and you!” Jim just grinned, again.
“Hicka Bicka Boo?” Tim raised his can of coco-moo.
“Foosha!” Jim raised his then commenced to shaking the hell out of it, the stuff was best when well mixed.
Ron was now rethinking the arrangements with the twins Possible, thirty minutes ago the four of them fell upon the bus depot like vagabonds, he and Drakken confiscated its only phone, which would have to be replaced, again. The twins, they were a different story. Well at least he would get some first hand experience in Mug-O-Moo overdose. After the first case, the tweebs were merely hyper, after the second case they were … bouncy, the real trouble started on the second section of the third case. Jim went a bit blurry, not mentally but physically, a moment later Tim went blurry. Apparently forty plus cans in two hours was the limit, the tweebs were all but vibrating. Then it happened, the twins went into nova-mode. He would have to wait a year before he could renegotiate the contract with them, a year that was likely to kill him if the twins got more moo.
Bonnie shook her head and scowled at the young dark woman next to her in the hovercar, Monique had changed a lot more than those who stayed in the states. She could see the woman developed a much more athletic physique and there was a hard edge to her eyes, as if she had been lost and to survive had done things, things that would haunt. Sometimes she almost wished she could read minds, now was one of those times. Aside from the girls on the squad Moni, as Bonnie refered to her in private, was the only person who knew the full extent of the relationship between the formerly quarrelsome duo. She snickered to herself over that, she never talked the way she thought, if she had she would have been ostracized from ‘cool’ and dumped into nerd central. The cool people didn’t care what interested you so long as you did the things they used to define ‘cool’ She was in that clique right up till the last days of her high school life but once she left those safe grounds she found herself woefully unprepared for the real world. “You look like shit Moni. What’s going on?”
Monique enjoyed the light teasing Bonnie dished out, unlike their prior engagements this was friendly. In the years before they had been nearly at war with each other … over Kim. “It’s nothing Bon.” Small lie or big she couldn’t decide which that fit but it was patently a lie. “The ride back was … rough.” She would not trade a minute of the trip even the re-entry phase, the landing she could have done with out though. She landed, the spaceliner kept going, it only slowed to just above its stall speed threshold and dropped the pod she was in. ‘Express elevator to hell’ was painted on the inside of the pod and if she never read a more accurate description that would be it. When she got out of the overly padded drop pod and got a full view of it she made a note. Never fly MWU again unless it states on the ticket they intend to actually stop to let you get off the damned ride. “Don’t look at me like that Bon, the ride was awesome the stop, not so much.” She offered the temperamental woman she sought out a weak smile. She loved flight in space and landing aside she swore if she got the chance she would go back, in a heartbeat. “So when were you planning on telling me about Kim and Shego?”
Bonnie lost all expression at these words, she was torn between what she wanted to do and what she was going to do instead. She wanted to run straight to Kim, hold her, help her get better. What she was going to do was tear up anything, anything that threatened her Cherry. “They had a big fight, saw some of the footage and let me tell you Moni, if you think Kim was rough on us at the dojo, you ain’t seen rough.” She grimaced as she flashed back to the two most striking images that burned themselves into her memory, the first was bad, the second worse. She saw Shego take a shot at a barely standing wall atop which Kim stood. The wall wobbled, Kim fell but because of the nearly exhausted state she was already in she made a miscalculation. She landed bad and Bonnie could see her forearm flex in a bad direction, not far enough to splinter the bones but sufficient to put an end to its use for a while.
The really bad image wasn’t nearly as painful to watch from a physical pain perspective as it was from an emotional one. Shego and Kim fought with everything they had and when the last punches landed both women collapsed. She wanted to turn the monitor off but she kept watching anyway. Drakken insisted she watch it all to understand how things got to the point they were. When she saw Kim help Shego to her feet she nearly lost it. From where the camera was it looked like Shego bent over and kissed Kim, who promptly jumped back but did not go on the attack. She heard the conversation, saw the damage to clothing body and bone she could still smell the stench of destruction. When Kim and Shego played rough things got destroyed, usually it was limited to material things but that fight was brutal leaving the tattered pair looking like refugees from some disaster movie. “You obviously knew Monique, so why bother asking?”
Monique switched from worried to angry as fast as any woman can. “Lets see BonBon, could it be that I had to find out from Wade, not you or Kim herself?” She knew she shouldn’t have said that before the words were finished but her frustration was getting the better of her. “I know I know, Bonnie I know. Its not fair of me but dammit you and Kim are the only family I have left.” She forced herself to not think about that. Her fathers shady dealings got him killed and her mother was unfortunate enough to be there when it happened, who knew golf courses could be so dangerous. “I ran away ok, I admit I was stupid then I let Kim go figuring she would end up with you, you make a good couple by the way.” If there was one thing that could derail an argument with Bonnie it was generous flattery with a dash of Kim. This time it failed which surprised her to no end.
“Kim dropped from the ‘after high school’ plan and decided to take a year to deal with her world saving gig.” She heard Monique gasp, Moni was the one who suggested they look to share a dorm or an apartment at the college they both wanted to attend. Dropping the hovercar a few hundred feet Bonnie circled the massive crater and savoured the view. It reminded her of the general affect of detonating Kim. Kim Possible on a tear was a force of nature in line with things like cat-five hurricanes super volcanoes or planet-killing spacerocks, usually the only thing that kept the redhead from going completely destructive was the concern she had for other people and the things those other people owned. To Bonnie it seemed rather funny that Kim could so easily forget that she only actually managed to salvage two thirds of the items she was sent after, the rest got destroyed in the carnage that followed when someone really pissed her off, usually it was Shego and Drakken who managed that. “So Moni, still good for a fight?” When she saw the questioning tentative nod Monique responded with she smiled broadly eyes going narrow. “Good because this might not end pretty.” She couldn’t see or hear a thing out of the ordinary but she knew they were being watched as she set the car down in the centre of the crater floor. It was now time to wait and see what happened. She hated waiting.
It turned out she didn’t have to wait long. “I thought you were told to ‘come alone’ for the sake of the universe Ms. Rockwaller.” The voice was odd, it had a mechanical sound to it but it didn’t have the lifeless tone voicebots usually imparted. “Well it is of no import now, time is of the essence you need to lift off and hover just above the rim top.” She scowled but did as instructed, once she reached the level even with the surface surrounding the crater it happened. She saw the blue flash lance out and felt her body react defensively. Just as she was making the switch to hardened combat mode the world lurched to the side and things got blurry. When the blur cleared the crater that had been below was filled in as if the impact that created it had never happened. Looking around in a state of disbelief Bonnie spotted something that should not be, about a meter to their left was a large rusty looking rock with an oversized rodent in a tunic perched atop. It arched a brow questioningly to the women in the hovercar before hopping off the rock and walking towards them. "Ms. Bonnie for the sake of your friend please allow Mouse here to drive the hover unit.” Bonnie was still in combat mode and yet Mouse seemed unconcerned as he approached the car, before she could say or do anything the mechanical voice got her attention. “By the way nice tattoo Bonnie, bet it hurt like hell.”
Mouse scowled and looked over his shoulder to the rusty looking bolder, “Rufus I would appreciate it if you didn’t antagonize her further just yet.” He chuckled when Rufus Prime decloaked and tried his version of Kims infamous puppy pout, it worked well for canines and manipulative humans but for nekid molerats, sick and wrong. “Before you get ahead of things Bon Bomb there is a very important reason we specifically wanted you to come alone and its time critical. Go to the rock and take a seat, unless you want to be the one responsible for killing Ms. Monique here.” That got both of the womens full attention with less than subtle ease. “There is no time to explain I have to attach something while you’re busy getting to that rock now go.” He ignored anything further from her and turned towards his task, if he didn’t get the phaseshift array online both he and Monique would likely die when Bonnie detonated. It was a crude hack job by his standards but it worked and that was all he required. Not a minute after he finished he was seated behind the controls of the hovercar. “We will appear to disappear Bonnie but we will not be gone, in the time we have left we wouldn’t be able to make it to safety so we will just slip out of phase for a moment. See you in about thirty minutes.” Rufus Prime hopped into the rear seat of the floating conveyance and watched the woman he called a friend sit there looking rather scared. There was nothing he could do she asked for what she got and the only person who understood exactly what she got was busy trying to save the lives of the three people in the car. Bonnie would be fine, he hoped.
Monique waved to Bonnie as they lifted higher into the air, for the inside of the phaseshifting vehicle the world took on a blurry appearance. Detail was hard to make out but general shapes were discernable, she could still see Bonnie though the woman was an ever shrinking dot. As they reached the maximum altitude the hovercar was rated for they began sliding sideways through the air providing the three of them a better view of the world below, that was when she saw it. The rock was the only thing she could make out clearly because it was so big but as she watched something flashed a brilliant white, then it flashed once more and she could feel the hovercar shuddering. The third flash brought a violent tossing and a thunderous deafening boom. When the roller coaster ride was over they had dropped several thousand feet and she gaped in awe of what she could see now, there was now a crater nearly a mile across where there had only been level ground mere moments ago. She felt strong hands grip her by the arms, claws dug into her skin as she tried to free herself and jump out to see if she could find Bonnie. “Bonnie is fine Ms Monique, you will have to trust me on this. The fool Drakken should never have stolen my nanites, that was bad enough but worse he never should have used the three other elements he employed in her creation.”
As they sat the hovercar down near the centre of the crater she all but tore herself free from the loosened grip around her biceps. The ground around the centre was still extremely hot, her boots were letting her feet know they would be roasted then fried on the scorched earth. She ignored that and rushed to the dark shadowed form she was slowly able to see. The wind picked up enough to dislodge the dust plume from its source and cleared the fouled air from the newly created basin. She could see Bonnie sitting at the focus of the blast holding her knees tight to her chest with a look of utter panic on her face. Monique didn’t waste a second racing to her friends side, the woman must be scared out of her mind. She was pretty close to right with that assumption.
When she first began to note the alterations in her body she thought they were just the results of her intensive training with Ron but when she got the Insta-Gym online and ran through the more dangerous and challenging courses it offered she did something that scared and excited her, she jumped over a small building. She got pummeled repeatedly as she fought her way to the exit then there was the tazer shot. She was furious and took it out on the Insta-Gym doing damage enough that Drakken simply gave up on repairing, after that and after she calmed down from the reason she needed the shower she remembered her leap. The rest of that day, she spent the entire night in the training session, she did her best not to panic or freak out. Normal people did not jump over buildings, People like Kim or Shego, they did the impossible. The she remembered Drakken talking to Ron about Shego and how she got her powers, she wondered if it had been the same for the green warrior. Normal one day superhuman the next, Shego probably didn’t mind because it was an instantaneous thing for her but for Bonnie it had been completely unexpected. Whatever Drakkens injection did seemed to have failed, then she made the jump and knew it worked she just wasn’t sure why Drakken couldn’t figure out what was going on. Now she thought perhaps he did, Ron had given her the code name after all. She felt strong arms wrap around her, she could smell something burning, when she looked to see whom it was holding her so tight she finally did panic, Monique was there on the ground with her, the ground that was still at least two hundred degrees hot. Without a second thought she scooped up the women holding her and leapt clear out of the crater she made. She would have to remember to update her personal journal, it wasn’t every day she created a national landmark.
Drakken had his doubts during the conversation Ron had with DNAmy but those were pushed aside, fear was now a dominant thought running through his mind. The logic behind the mutant chocolate bunny was scary, DNAmy managed her most disturbing twist of natural law to date and now that they had the bunny they just needed the BonBomb to beat it silly. They wouldn’t know if the ‘restore’ process would work and since they only had the funds to acquire the one bunny and a single restore mould they didn’t want to risk it before letting her getting at least some practice time in. At least tormenting the deranged artificial lifeform/confectionary creation kept the twins Possible occupied, they were still vibrating from their morning overdose of Coco-Moo and he was getting excellent data on the hazards of the product. Ron had been correct after all. His minor adjustment made the drink perfect for conquering the world, perhaps much more than that.
In a flash of blue twisting energy Rufus Prime winked into existence and he was witness to Bonnie having chaos fun, she found the note he left and she had taken him up on the mission but while he had time to spare, and with his time-displacer watch he had plenty, he returned to the lair. He had to work fast or the proof he would need to convince Bonnie would be lost. In moments he scurried his way into the primary control room and began a massive datadump into his pocket supercomputer. It might have been easier for him to carry if he actually had pockets. Thirty petabites of data later and he was done, but then he heard something that made him bounce his forhead off the console, repeatedly. ‘Come BonBon we need to find a safer place to work. I’ll send the tweebs back later for your things if you want.’ The twins raced past the control room and returned with cases of moo and Bonnies satchel then he could hear the sound of a heavily burdened hovercar lumbering off into the distance. The lair had been abandoned and for a change it was a good surprise. He still intended to keep the back up of the data, it would make for centuries of enjoyable entertainment, so long as the three women on it never found out he had a secret copy.
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