So, I think just about everyone's heard of and done the D/S iPod shuffle challenge. Old news. So naturally, I'm gonna hop in and put my effort forth, too late and anticipated by no one! These are handpicked and edited in blatent disregard of the rules of the challenge, but this is an EVIL drabble collection, folks. I don't gotta follow the rules. Songs and artists are credited at the end of each drabble, and none of them follow much continuity at all.

"YOU THINK YOU'RE ALL THAT, KIM POSSIBLE, BUT YOU'RE NOT!" Dr. Drakken howled over the explosion of his lair, fist raised dramatically in the air, patches of burnt lab coat smoking in the breeze.

When the explosion finally died down and his teen nemesis was nothing more than a thinning trail of dust in the distance, he collapsed petulantly into a sitting position on the ground, head bowed and shoulders hunched in a portrait of misery.

In the silence, a slow, sarcastic clapping resounded. "Very nice. Excellent ruing. You do realized she probably didn't hear you, right?"

He glared over his shoulder at his approaching sidekick, who managed to look perfect beneath an obligatory smudge of soot or two, then returned to his pouting.

"Silent treatment, huh? I could get used to this. I gotta say, though, self-pity looks even worse on you than deranged ranting."

"Why do you always have to kick a mad scientist when he's down, Shego?"

She nudged him with a green boot. "You're such a girl, Dr. D," she scoffed. "Suck it up already."

He returned to ignoring her. After about half a minute, she got impatient. "Hey!"

Laboriously, he lifted his head to find her holding out a hand. "This isn't some kind of endurance test for my arm, you know," she said peevishly.

Snapping out of it, he grabbed her hand before she could change her mind and scrambled to his feet.

"Next time, right?" she said brusquely as they started off.

Dr. D looked ahead into the waning sunlight. "Definitely."

"Bent" - Matchbox Twenty