WOOHP Does It Chemically

Whether too cautious or not cautious enough, Lucre stumbled over the debris on his way into the factory. Thinking about the cost, it upset him greatly when he tore a knee out of his pants. He became even more upset when he made it inside and heard the girls saying, "Tally ho!" and "Go, go, go spidey web go!" and "That's not what Jerry calls this stuff, Clover."

He saw the red, yellow and green girls in what seemed to be form-revealing rubber-like catsuits ("I could develop a fetish for those") shoot out strings from bracelets. The strings stuck to whatever they splatted against and were strong enough to allow them to swing over the different high-walled vats. Inside each, they dropped a clear globe that had a nauseous green liquid sloshing about. From each vat, an echo of a cry of pain could be heard. But none were as loud as Francis Lurman's! "No!! I will not allow you to steal my chance to have my own 24/7 girlfriend! Not to mention being a major-league villain!"

"Wasn't Spiderman a cartoon?" Clover asked. "I wonder which vat he's in." No; the vat she was over right then was called, "Bimbo Ink". Not surprising; guys run the studios, right?

"These inks are from toons that came way before him," Sam said. "Since the 1950s, they've had to do it all by hand. At the minimum 15 for every second of film." Hers said "Benny Ink". Must be getting close to Jessica Rabbit.

"Thank god for CGI," Alex said. Hers was "Sniffles Ink". A toon cold?? It felt good to bomb that one!

"What?! I don't even register as enough of a threat for them to respond in any way!? No one takes me seriously," Francis grumbled in frustration. "You know, it takes ingenuity to be a bargain bad guy bent on big benefits! Ewr! Now look! They made me be alliterative!" He raised his guns at the Kim Possibles with gadgets (Spendthrifts! Probably the daughters of the Obscenely Rich!).

"Oh, right. They're empty." He turned and saw a low-walled vat. "I'll just have to fill them up." He was quite pleased with the evil smile he gave himself.

"Uh, oh, my spidey senses are tingling!" Clover announced.

"You mean your guy-dar, don't you," Alex said but looked. She took her friend's ability to detect guys seriously.

"There!" Sam said and shot out Grappling Glue at the dumpy guy who appeared to be in his mid-20s. She pulled the Super Soaker right out of his hand while he raced. But he still had the tank of the water gun with a hose strapped to his back.

"My turn!" Alex cried.

"You can have him!" Clover said. "He's definitely not my type!" That's why she had forgotten about him.

Alex squirted a tiny bit of instant dissolvent from her ring and (after a tiny cry of pain) was free to hurl feet first at the toon fanboy. She would have knocked him down and out of breath if he hadn't tripped over a pothole in the concrete floor.

Francis stumbled rapidly forward towards the vat filled with pure white liquid. Now he wished it didn't have so low a wall! Why DID it have a low wall!? The others had high walls! Oh, that's right, the reports he had stolen from Global Justice Data Base said the others had become highly volatile as if wanting to escape. THIS viscous material was entirely still, with no sign of life. Well, it was about to have his life!!