Dr. K plots !

Somewhere in Duck City, Dr. Kelly Karrog, also known as Dr. K, plots in secret, surrounded by science equipment full of bubbling liquids and covered in labels that only made sense to her. Hovering nearby, and imposing young man no more than 23 years old, looking with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation at the dangerous-looking chemicals.

"So, this stuff will make me powerful, right Aunt K?" the man asked.

"Yes, Mortimer," Dr. K responds with a tinge of frustration. "As soon as I finish, you just inhale the gas, and for the next 24 hours you'll be impervious to bullets."

Mortimer nodded. A few more moments pass, and finally Dr. K turns around. "You remember the plan, right?" she asked as she removed her goggles, tossing her long blonde hair to get rid of the obvious place where the band rested.

"Actually," Mortimer responded, scratching his head, "you haven't told me anything since you busted me out of prison other than you'd give me some powers or something. I don't even know why you're doing this, not that I'm complaining."

"Why?" Dr. K asked, grinding her teeth. "****. Plain and simple. I could have had the entire city, or even the world, under my control right now if it wasn't for Mega-Mom and Accu-Lad. I could do it again, very easily, but I don't care about simple power anymore. The only thing I want is to make them my sex slaves forever!"

"Who?" Mortimer asked, quirking an eyebrow. Dr. K moaned, planting the palm of her hand squarely onto her face. "Hey, I've been in jail for **** for the last three years, I've missed some shit."

"They're superheroes," Dr. K growled. "You'll know them when you see them. And you will see them." She hands him a vial with a small amount of red liquid in the bottom, then takes a dropper and adds a single droplet of blue liquid. She backs away quickly as the liquids mix violently, releasing a purple gas. "Inhale!" she shouts. "And hold it in until I'm finished going over the plan." Mortimer does as he's told, inhaling as much of the purple smoke as he can. "You plant a bomb in the museum, then go to the center lobby and announce it. The police won't be able to stop you. When Mega-Mom and Accu-Lad show up, one of them will go after the bomb and the other will try to keep you busy. I'll be waiting with the bomb to get whoever goes after it with knock-out gas. I'll signal you through your earpiece, then you gas the last one. Easy."

Mortimer let out his breath with a loud gasp. "I can feel it working," he announced. "My skin tingles." He looks confused for a moment, then looks down. Her eyes follow his. There is a huge bulge in his pants now. "Uh... that'll calm down, right?"

"It should when your skin stops tingling, though if you... take care of it, that will make it go down faster.