A\N: Saw a site on how to be evil (google Evilhow), and realized that this would be interesting. Enjoy!

Kimberly yawned.

Her hand slid over her rounded belly. She always loved waking up in her husband's arms, and wondered if her baby did too. "Do you like waking up with Daddy?" She cooed softly at her baby. "It's Saturday, though. Daddy's still sleeping!"

"You're nuts." The daddy in question said sleepily.

"Whatever." Kimberly said, yawning and rolling over...to find Tommy elsewhere. She frowned. The bed was still warm...ah.

She raised an eyebrow.

"What?" Tommy asked, dressed in a poetic, red, billowy shirt and almost leather, black pants.

"Aside from the fact that you look like Darth Maul...where the hell are we, Oliver?" Kimberly demanded.

"My castle." Tommy said, smiling and sliding onto the bed, gently kissing his wife's neck.

"Your castle." Kimberly repeated, about as happily as a cat seeing a dog with a nuke attached to the wagging tail. "Tommy?"


"What the hell are you talking about?" Kimberly demanded, sitting upright. "And this had better be good."

Tommy flashed his wife a winning smile. "You're in my castle, from where I will rule the world. And you'll be at my side as my Consort."

"Please tell me you're kidding." Kimberly groaned. "You're not evil again, are you? I swear to God you need a witch doctor or something!"

Tommy gently pushed his Consort onto her back. "It doesn't matter anymore." He whispered seductivly. "You're here and I'm here. And soon the whole world will bow at my feet."


Tommy looked up through the stars in his eyes to see his angry, pregnant wife avancing on him and gulped.

"Um, Jason?" Trini asked carefully.


"Shouldn't we be, you know, helping her?" Trini asked.

Jason aimed his cell phone a little more carefully. "Hell no. Are you kidding? This is going straight on Youtube." He grinned. "I've learned my lesson."

"And what's that?" Trini asked as Kimberly finished yelling at her husband.

"When Kim goes nuts, bring a camera."