Kim Possible

(Kim and Ron is sitting in a dog sledge) Kim: Thanks for the lift, Aku. Aku: No problem, Kim Possible. You saved my life. It's the least I can do to help you. Kim: It was just an itty bitty iceberg. So not the drama. (Ron has his glasses covered with snow) Ron: (panicked) Kim, I'm snowblind! (Kim takes off the snow) Kim: Ron, you're supposed to be looking for any signs of Drakken. (They notice the giant laser drill, with several helicopters swirling around it) Ron: Okay, that looks suspicious to me. Kim: Thank you, Captain Obvious! Keep your eyes open for any... (Shego appears on a snow scooter) Ron: Shego! The mad scientist's mad assistant! Shego: Bye, bye! (she throws dog snacks in front of them causing the dogs to stop. Kim puts on her snowboard and goes in pursued of Shego, whilst Ron fall down to the ground. Rufus then tries to eat the dog snacks) Ron: Don't eat it, Rufus, it may be... (Rufus puts one in Ron's mouth) mmm, bacony!

(After Ron gets captured) Ron: Guess that wasn't much of a plan. Kim: Not as great as your Bueno Nacho bathroom-break chart. Ron: I gooned on Assistant Manager power. You were right. Kim: I did resent your superior burrito technique. You're entitled to excel. Forgive me? Ron: Duh. Forgive me? Kim: Totally. Dr. Drakken: Aww, that's so sweet. Friends again, just in time to be fried in magma. Ron: Remind me again why I rushed over?

(The drill breaks through into the magma) Shego: The drill's into the magma! Dr. Drakken: About time. Activate the magmachine! (The magmachine activates) Ron: That would be so cool if it wasn't gonna hurt us. Dr. Drakken: Show-time! Deploy the barrel and activate the magma pump! (A big barrel extends over the top of the cheese wheel, whilst the pump begins to pump up magma) Kim: (to Rufus, who just appeared out of Ron's pocket) Rufus! Push the button! (He manages to push it while Kim and Ron hide) Kim: Ron, take care of the magmachine. I'll take care of Shego! Ron: Great plan! (pause) What exactly is the plan again? Kim: Ron. You're the genious who invented the Naco. You've got a building made of cheese here. Get creative! Ron: It will be my masterpiece! Kim and Ron: Be careful! Kim: (quickly) Jinx! You owe me a soda! Dr. Drakken: (After spotting Kim) They've escaped! Shego: (sarcastic) No, really? Dr. Drakken: The buffoon is nothing! Find Kim Possible!

(Ron is in the control room for the Magmachine) Ron: Rufus, this is precision instrumenting, and incredibly complex!(pause) Better mess with everything! (he presses buttons on the control panel randomly) Dr. Drakken: Stop him! (the henchmen begin to run towards him) Ron: Hmm... angle adjustment. (he moves a small lever, and the laser drill fires upon Drakken's hencmen) Booyah! Dr. Drakken: (after the machine fills up) A-ha! Eat magma, Milwaukee. (the barrel has been filled with melted cheese, stopping the lava) Why isn't Miluwakee eating magma? (the building starts to melt) Please, do not tell me that this place is actually made of cheese? I thought it was a cheese covered building! Tour Guide: Oh, golly, no! You'd be surprised... (she gets melted cheese all over her)

(After Drakken has been beaten) Kim: Drakken's plan is so foiled. Ron: Oh, it's over. I call it... Bad Guy Con Queso!

(At Bueno Nacho, after beating Drakken) Ron: What's wrong, KP? You won! Kim: (dissapointed) Very happy, really. Ron: You don't sound happy. Kim: Okay. I know this is beyond shallow, but I saved the world, and I'm not any closer to owning that Club Banana jacket! Ron: Maybe... (he takes up a box with the Club Banana logo on it) Maybe not! Kim: Oh, Ron! Ron: It's no big deal. My Naco Bonus was way bueno. Kim: (takes up the jacket) You are too sweet! I love it, thanks! (she hugs Ron when Ned arrives, with the same green jacket on) Kim: Ned? Ron: Dude, what are you wearing? Ned: Somebody left this picture over the cheese machine... (shows the picture Kim had) ...and I just had to have it. Viva me! Ron: Exchange it? Kim: Oh, yeah.

(Kim tries to break free) Dr. Drakken: Don't bother. The Midwest is about to recieve a molten calling card from a certain Dr. Drakken. Shego! I'm still waiting! Shego: So read a magazine. I'm working. Dr. Drakken: Excuse me. I have to go make a scene! (Outside the cheese wheel) Ron: Question: Is this some kind of cheese covered building? Tour Guide: Well, you know, you'd be surprised by how many people think that... (Back inside the lab) Dr. Drakken: (to his henchman) Can't you drill any faster? I've built an entire army of evil robots in the time it's taken you to penetrate the Earth's crust (Ron appears) Kim: Ron! Ron: Don't worry, Kim! I'm here to save the day! Shego: Hey! Is that tie clip-on? (Ron gets captured)

(At Bueno Nacho) Ron: Step it up, Ned! These customers have been waiting for over thirty seconds! Thirty-three, thirty-four, ¡Andale! Ned: (to drive-in customers) Here! Have a muy bueno day! Wade: (in drive-in speaker) Ron! Ron: Welcome to Bueno Nacho, may I take your order? Wade: Ron, it's Wade! Ron: Wade? Where are you? Wade: Not important. Kim's in trouble. She found Drakken inside a giant cheese wheel, but I lost contact. She needs help! Your help! Ned: Well, well, well! Looks like you got a choice to make, Stoppable. What's more important? Your sacred duty as Assistant Manager, or your pathetic role as goofy sidekick? (Ron and Ned circle each other) Ron: That's no choice at all! I guess it's time to say, buenos noches, Bueno Nacho! (Ron runs off)

(Kim gets tied to the wall) Shego: Comfy? Kim: Not particularly Shego: Good (Drakken appears) Dr. Drakken: Kim Possible. How nice to see you again. Especially now that you are helpless to stop me. Shall I tell you my plan? It's quite impressive. Kim: You're using the world's most powerful laser drill to tap into the molten magma deep beneath the Earth's crust. (pause) Dr. Drakken: Ah. That's phase one. In phase 2, which you did not guess, my magmachine will melt the entire state of Wisconsin, which I will then rebuild, and rename... Drakkenville! Kim: You're so conceited! Dr. Drakken: I'll take that as a compliment. Shego! How long? Shego: The alarm will go off when we hit the magma! Dr. Drakken: You see? Any second now, I will strike swiftly and without mercy! Shego: Actually, make it more like, half an hour. Dr. Drakken: Fine, whatever. In roughly thirty minutes, Wisconsin will surrender to me, and the Kindgom Drakkenville will be born!

(Kim enters Drakken's lair) Kim: Okay. Points for bizarre hiding place. (opens Kimmunicator) Wade! Get this. I'm inside the cheese wheel. Wade: Which surprisingly is not a cheese covered building; it's 100 percent Wisconsin Swiss. Kim: So I've heard. Drakken's got the whole mad scientist lair here. They love the high ceilings. Wade: Kim! Look in your pack! Kim: A hair dryer? I'm more of a towel-off type. Wade: It only looks like a hairdryer! (Kim presses a button on it, to reveal that it's in fact a grappling gun) Kim: You rock, Wade!

(After Kim has failed with most of her Bueno Nacho tasks) Ned: Possible, I am putting you on cheese duty! Even you can push a button! Think you can handle that? Kim: Mission possible. (looking at jacket) I can get through this. Two weeks to jacket. Two weeks to jacket. (the Kimmunicator beeps) Kim: What up, Wade? Wade: I scanned all recent satelite photos, but there's no sign of the stolen laser drill. Kim: It must be hidden. Ned: Playing video games on the job is not SOP! I'm docking your pay an hour. Kim: Two weeks and one hour to jacket! (Ned goes over to Ron, who is arranging the food neatly) Ned: Multi-tasking? Excellent, Stoppable! Ron: Just doing my job, Ned! Kim: (annoyed) Hello! Kim to Ron! You didn't even want this job! Ron: (dramatic) I didn't know what I wanted, Kim. I was lost! Adrift in the wilderness! But that was then! Now, I belong... I belong to Bueno Nacho! (he slides on his knees out of Bueno Nacho, speaking in Spanish) ¡Yo amo esta lugar! Rufus: ¡Si!

(At Bueno Nacho, the Kimmunicator beeps) Kim: What up, Wade? Wade: Check this out! Highly unusual! (Ron turns the Kimmunicator off) Kim: What are you doing? Ron: Kimbo. The nacho cheese needs some love. Kim: Ron! We might have a lead on Drakken! Drakken, Nachos! I'm gonna have to go with Drakken. Ron: That kind of attitude is narrowing the race for employee of the month. Kim: The race is between you and you! Ron and Kim: (annoyed) Sometimes I feel like I don't even know you anymore! (Ron walks off while Kim grabs some nachos) Kim: Ruufus! Cheese. Rufus: Cheese! Kim: Want more? Rufus: U-huh! Kim: Even you can push a button, right? (Rufus pushes the cheese button) Good little naked mole rat! (Kim takes up the Kimmunicator) Sorry Wade, the employee of the month cut us off! Wade: Seismic activity... in Wisconsin! Kim: Quake in the Mid-West? Major red flag! Wade: It gets weirder! The epicenter is the world's biggest cheese wheel! Kim: Let me try something (she presses some buttons) Police reports from cheese wheel mall reports break in at the Club Banana store. Wade: I don't get the connection. Kim: Only one thing was stolen: A leather jacket. Green leather. Shego! (goes over to Ned) Ned. I gotta switch shifts. Something suddenly came up. Ned: Whatever. Kim: What's with you? Ned: Go ask your new boss! Kim: New boss? Ron: Corporate love the Naco! Kim: Oh, really? Ron: They see big things in my futura! Kim: Good for you. Now let's go! Drakken's in Wisconsin! Ron: Uh... but your shift isn't over! Kim: Ron! An evil whacko is in the dairy state with a giant laser drill! I'm going! And I was hoping you'd come with. Ron: To be your sidekick? This is what it's all about, isn't it? You just can't stand that I'm better than you at something! Kim: You wouldn't even have this stupid job if I didn't fill out your application! Ron: Kim! We can argue all day, but that's not going to get this floor mopped! Kim: Mop it yourself, boss! And find a new Nacho drone! I quit! Ron: Yeah? Well, find a new sidekick! (to Ned) What are you looking at? I want that floor to sparkle!

(Kim is looking through her closet, whilst talking on her cell phone) Kim: Mom, reassure me. I just had a fight with Ron. He's all high-horse 'cause I bailed on work, and I really need to stop Drakken! But Ron thinks I just quit because I can't stand him being good at something, which would be way pathetic! Mrs. Dr. Possible: I need a suture here! Kim: Mom, do you have me on speaker? Mrs. Dr. Possible: Sorry, honey. I got both hands in a fifty two year old male's temporal lobe. Kim: (angry) Mom! Mrs. Dr. Possible: Gotta go, honey. See you at dinner. Dad's picking up Nacos.

(Kim is working at Bueno Nacho) Ned: Too much lettuce, too little salsa! And don't get me started on those beans! (about Ron) Notice how he sculpts the pre-holies, avoking the majesty of a Mayan temple. Ron: Really? You think? Ned: You are ready for burrito folding! Ron: Right on.

(In a plane over Wisconsin) Kim: I can't tell you how much I appreciate this, Mr. Parker! Mr. Parker: After the way you saved my crop dusting business, I'm only too happy to help! Kim: No big. Going organic was a total no-brainer! Mr. Parker: Get ready! (the plane turns upside-down) Now!

(At Bueno Nacho) Kim: Come on, Ron. You practically live here anyway! Ron: Kim, never work where you food. Kim: It's the only way. The 'rents were totally neg on just buying me the jacket. Ron: Did you try the puppy dog pout? Kim: No effect. If I want the jacket, I have to earn it. Ron: Harsh. (Ron mixes Nachos and Tacos) Kim: What are you eating? Ron: Taco meets Nacho. I call it... (proud) the Naco! Kim: I call it gross beyond reason. Ron: (takes a bite of it) You want some? Rufus: Uh-huh, yum... Naco! Kim: You know, Ron. Restaurants doesn't excactly welcome pets. Ron: Rufus isn't a pet! He is family! (he hugs Rufus) Kim: The rodent family. Ron: Sorry, buddy (he puts Rufus back in his pocket) Kim: I did the math. Two weeks of drudge work, and I'm in green leather. Ned: Ah, miss Possible? I'm Ned, assistant manager here at Bueno Nacho #582. Kim: Hola, amigo! (Ron makes faces at him) Ned: (to Kim)Your bilingual wiles will hold no sway with me, miss Possible! I am management. (Ned turns to Ron) Ron: Is that a clip-on tie, Ned? Ned : For quick removal in the event of a grease fire. When can you start? Kim: Born ready, sir! Ned: (to Ron) And you? Ron: Me what? Ned: Isn't this your application, mister uh... Stoppable? Ron: Wha...? I didn't... (to Kim) You didn't! Kim: (with her puppy dog pout) It would be more fun of we both worked here. Ron: Oh, no! No, no! Not the puppy dog pout!

(At the Possible residence) Mr. Dr. Possible: (working on a blueprint) Hmm, that won't do. (Kim comes in) Kim: Morning, dad. Mr. Dr. Possible: Morning! How's my teen hero? Kim: Moderately bummed. Drakken got away. Mr. Dr. Possible: Well, I'm sure you'll get him next time! (about blueprint) Argh, these launch vectors are all wrong. Kim: Soo, daddy. What do you think of this jacket? (she shows him a picture of the green Club Banana jacket) For me? Just because. Mr. Dr. Possible: Umm, comes to value ratio aside, don't you already have a functional coat? Kim: It's a good thing fashion sense isn't genetic. My jacket's from last season; it's red! Mr. Dr. Possible: Didn't you say red was the new black? Kim: Red's dead, dad. Green is the new black. Jim and Tim: (running into the kitchen) Dad! Kim: Jim! Tim! I'm working here! Jim: So are we. Dad, what's the combustion temperature of the J200 fuel you developed? Mr. Dr. Possible: 47 degrees Celcius, Tim. Why? Tim: Uhhh, no special reason. (an explosion is heard) Jim and Tim: Uhh, gotta go! Mr. Dr. Possible: You know, Kim. Your predicament reminds me of the time I applied for the funding of a new propulsion system. The university told me money doesn't grow on trees. I told them, (Kim sighs) money's made of paper, and paper comes from trees, so, in point of fact, money does grow on trees. Kim: And this relates to me how? Mr. Dr. Possible: Not sure, exactly. But, no new jacket. Mrs. Dr. Possible: (enters the kitchen) Morning, Kimmy. Cute jacket! Kim: Thank you! Can you explain that to dad who incorrectly believes I don't need it? Mrs. Dr. Possible: Sorry baby, I'm due at the hospital. But if you need it, I have a suggestion (shows Kim a picture Bueno Nacho, and it says "help needed") Kim: A job? At Bueno Nacho? Mr. Dr. Possible: Now that's the way forward! Kim: Between a rocket scientist and a brain surgeon, the best idea you can come up with is minimum wage? Mrs. Dr. Possible: You practically live there anyway.

(Shego attaches dynamite to her snow scooter) Shego: It's gonna blow the pipeline, Kimmie, and your skin... definitely doesn't need more oil. (she laughs) Dr. Drakken: (on the laser drill that's being flown away) Pity on you, Kim Possible. (laughs with an evil laughter) Well done, Shego. Phase one is complete.

(At the site of a giant laser drill) Drill operator: One thosuand feet. Lasers steady. Easy, easy! (Drakken appears in the window) Mother of pearl, man! You scared me half to death! Dr. Drakken: Only half? (Drakken's henchmen grabs the operator)

(In the Possible residence, Kim is looking at the Kimmunicator) Kim: (annoyed) It's criminal! Someone in Club Banana is in major style denial! (she looks through several jackets, before stopping at a green one) Now this is me! Come to... Wade: (appears on the screen) Kim! I have bad news! Kim: No kidding. I can not afford this jacket. Wade: I know. I pulled up your bank account. You're broke. But that's not the bad news. Kim: (slightly irritated) Apparently, the bad news is that my friend who runs my website is hacking into my account! (gasps) Have you peeked at my diary? Wade: Of course not! Anyway, the bad news is that your arch foe Dr. Drakken has escaped from prison! Kim: That's major bad. Wade: Almost as bad as last week at school when you used the boy's room by accident. Kim: Wade, nobody saw that. (gasps) You have been reading my diary!! Wade: (quickly) Good luck on the mission. Bye!

Shego: (wearing green-leather jacket) Welcome, Kimmy. May I take your coat? Kim: You already did. Don't worry, it'll look better on me. (Kim tries to fight, but gets surrounded) Shego: Face it, Pumpkin. Fashion isn't the only thing in which I'm a step ahead.

Ron: Fifty-eight, your order's great! Fifty-nine, lookin' fine! Sixty -- (microphone feedback) Your food's ready.

(Kim pursues Shego down a snowy slope) Kim: Nice jacket! Club Banana? Shego: The very latest! Kim: Get a lifestyle, Shego; green is the new black. Shego: And this advice comes to us from a fashion "don't" in fleece.