Kim Possible (2002–2007): Season 1, Episode 18 - Animal Attraction - full transcript

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( electronic whirring )

( rapid beeping )

Ah, the life of villainy
is most exciting.

Is it not, my son?

If I want flashing lights,
I go to the discotheque.

In moments

the experimental prototype
inside will be ours.

( beeping )

Oh, could you not simply buy
this fancy prototype on-line?

You and your Internet.

Some things are best done
the old-fashioned way, Junior.



Señor Senior, Sr.

Ah, Kim Possible...

my feisty teen nemesis.

You complete me.

Don't forget me.

Oh, yes, of course...
Ron Stoppable.

Yeah, I'm not so good

with the faces.

Surrender, Señor Senior...
Sr.

I most respectfully decline.

Well played

Kim Possible...
well played.

The next time,
you will not be so lucky.

( gasps )



Until then...

be well!

Bad man, good manners.

♪ Oh, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ I'm your basic average girl ♪

♪ And I'm here
to save the world ♪

♪ You can't stop me
'cause I'm... ♪

♪ Kim Possible ♪

♪ There is nothing I can't do ♪

♪ When danger calls,
just know that I am on my way ♪

♪ Know that I am on my way ♪

♪ It doesn't matter where
or when there's trouble ♪

♪ If you just call my name ♪

♪ Kim Possible ♪

♪ Call me, beep me
if you want to reach me ♪

♪ When you want to page me,
it's okay ♪

♪ Whenever you need me, baby ♪

♪ Call me, beep me
if you want to reach me ♪

♪ Call me, beep me
if you want to reach me ♪

♪ Doesn't matter where,
doesn't matter when ♪

♪ Doesn't matter when ♪

♪ I will be there for you
till the very end ♪

♪ Danger or trouble,
I'm there on the double ♪

♪ You know that you always
can call Kim Possible. ♪

I came out a green guppy.

Like a total red ferret.

Okay; "At a fork in
the road, you stop."

Kim, I need some advice.

"You are about

"to embark on a journey that
will utterly change your life.

What snacks
would you bring along?"

Don't tell me you got sucked in
by this animology craze.

Craze? I think not.

Animology is a window
into your innermost self.

Ron, it's a lame cross

between astrology
and a personality quiz.

Not even close.

Animology assigns you
a color and an animal.

It's science, Kim.

Thanks, but I have a life.

It predicts your perfect mate.

Tell me you don't
want to know
your perfect mate.

Not if he's some blue baboon.

Don't even joke, Kim.

A blue baboon would be
disastrous for you.

Uh, I pass on the fad, Ron.

Okay, let's get started.

Do you mind?

Some of us are trying
to concentrate.

I cannot wait to unlock
my innermost self.

SENIOR:
I would prefer

to unlock that vault

in the weapons
research facility.

Oh, dear, here comes that

pompous...

Phillippe.

Phillippe Bouyong.

Oh, won't you join us
for some lunch?

My pleasure

Señor Senior, Senior.

You so rarely make it
to the club these days.

I have an active retirement.

Indeed.

I understand your latest
hobby is quite unique.

Father wants
to conquer the world.

Well, who doesn't?

But the Billionaires Club
prizes discretion

and obscenely large
personal fortunes.

I assure you, Phillippe

though my past time is pricey

I still possess the requisite
billions for club membership.

Of course... I checked.

Well, then, how can I help you?

Señor, a member in a melee

with an American cheerleader?

It reflects, how shall I say...

poorly on the club.

What are you saying, Phillippe?

That I am revoking
your club membership.

( snaps fingers )

I'll take that.

( school bell rings )

Amelia, over here!

I heard you're a lavender mouse.

I'm a red otter.

Major conflict.

( Kim slurping )

I finished the animology test.

Let me guess: blue baboon?

Worse. I'm a pink sloth, Kim.

A pink sloth?

Sloth... the lowest of the low.

"The pink sloth is an outcast.

A follower, socially inept
and smells of overripe fruit."

I do not smell of
overripe fruit.

( gags )

I wonder if they have
a pink naked mole rat.

( gasps )

Ron, your stupid book!

Mmm.

"You arrive at the multiplex

"only to find that the movie
you've come to see

"is sold out." Mmm.

Father, if I was a tree, what
tree do you think I would be?

Uh, one that would be banned

from the Billionaire Club,
Junior.

This insult leaves me
no choice but revenge.

There are other clubs
for the obscenely wealthy.

Not the point.

World-class villains are defined
by disproportionate revenge.

Perhaps I engineer a crash
of financial markets

that freezes the club's assets.

That would require
a large freezer.

I was not speaking
literally, my son.

Or was I?

Let's eat.

What is taking Kim so long?

Well, she's working
on some big test.

Didn't catch the subject.

This should not be this hard.

If the movie I want to see
is sold out, I leave.

But that makes me seem stubborn.

I'll see something else;
that's flexible.

Or it could mean I'm weak.

Kimmie, aren't you
coming down to dinner?

Just, uh, start without me, Mom.

I'm totally swamped.

What exactly is swamping you?

Animology.

It says what kind
of person you are.

Not that I believe it,
it's just for laughs.

Sounds like fun.

I'll put your plate
in the microwave.

Thanks, Mom.

I'll just be a few.

Go to bed, Kim.

Night, Mom. Love you.

"A mysterious stranger
calls your name.

You're most likely to..."

I'm a blue fox, Dad.

Uh... super.

Did you know that the blue fox
is a born leader?

"Can't resist a challenge.

"Driven to excel.

A perfectionist."

That explains the all-nighter.

Hold the phone.

"The perfect soul mate
of the blue fox

is the yellow trout."

Soul mate.

I think Kimmie's a bit young
to be looking for a "soul mate."

Or any kind of mate.

In a few days,
Kimmie will have forgotten

all about yellow trouts.

This whole animology business
is just a silly teen fad.

Mmm, if you say so.

So, uh... what are you?

Teal cat. You?

Beige raccoon.

Soul mates.
Soul mates.

And I'm a yellow

bear, which is cool, 'cause...

That hottie that sits next to me
in English is a yellow rabbit.

You were right, K.P.

Animology is completely bogus.

( coughs )

Bogus.

I don't know if I'd go that...

Because there's no
way Ron Stoppable
is a pink sloth.

Kim, I have that info
you wanted.

Oh, no big.

Just give it to me later.

But you said it was
the highest priority.

"Utmost rush."

Whenever's fine.

No, no, no, no.

Go ahead, Wade.

Important news
will be a welcome break

from this animology garbage.

Okay, I checked
all school databases, Kim.

But there's no way
to tell who's a yellow trout.

You took the test?

I'm a blue fox.

I can't resist a challenge.

I can't believe you
are into animology.

I'm not "into" it, Ron.

I took the test for last;
No big.

( cell phone beeps )
( gasps )

Who's the yellow trout?

So into it.

Still looking.

But you did get

an interesting hit on the site
from Pop Pop Porter.

Who?

Shame on you, K.P.

Pop Pop is the genius

who revolutionized
the hit meat snack industry.

Pop Pop's Mini Corn Dogs.

Nature's perfect food.

Have you ever read
what's in them?

That would be stupid.

I avoid fried foods.

Never fried; flash frozen.

Streaming video.

I'd need your help, little lady.

Someone stole my state-of-
the-art flash-frozen cryovator.

No flash freezer?

That means no mini corn dogs!

No bite-sized goodness? No!

No!

Pull yourself together, Wade

and get me the downlow
on this cryovator.

I have this commercial.

( music plays )

♪ Are you hungry?
Then dive right in ♪

♪ Our mini corn dogs
are a man's best friend ♪

♪ These bite-sized doggies
are sure to please ♪

♪ Made from Pop Pop's
corny secret recipe ♪

♪ We flash-freeze the paper,
that's why they're guaranteed ♪

♪ Pop Pop Porter's
Mini Corn Dogs. ♪

And flash-frozen flavor, folks.

Oh, you got to love
little corn doggy.

Y-Y-Yeah, Okay.

We'll need a ride.

Pop Pop's on it.

( jet plane engine whirring )

Dang.

That's a big little corn doggy.

Here we are, little lady,
the scene of the crime.

( Ron sniffling )

( sobbing )

( sniveling )

( snuffling )

( bawling )

Do you smell that?

( sobbing )

( sniffling )

You feeling all right, son?

It's too heinous for words.

I just love your product!

Don't do that.

It smells so...

( sniffing )

familiar.

Wade, I need
an air quality analysis.

Activating olfactory senses.

( snorting )

A real shame as these little
doggies will go to waste

unless somebody eats them...
and soon.

Aw...

Ooh...

( cell phone beeps )

Go, Wade.

That smell?

Cologne. Very expensive.

Custom-blended
for an exclusive clientele.

Guess who's on the list.

Señor Senior, Jr.

Right.

The Senior's plan is pure evil:

Wait until the world is
in a mini corn dog famine

and then make us pay... pay big.

Señor Senior's after something
bigger than mini corn dogs.

What could be bigger
than mini corn dogs?

You are such a pink sloth.

(1) Animology is bogus

(and 2) Senior's after corn dogs.

Is not, is not.

Look at this lair.

He's all about big crimes.

Mini corn dogs.

Crime.

Corn dog.

Crime.

Ron, look!

The cryovatpr!

Snack thief.

Shh!

( sniffing )

The cologne!

( both scream )

( both yelling )

( gasps )

( squeals )

( both grunting )

Ah, Kim Possible.

And so our little game

of cat and mouse goes on, huh?

Are we the cat or the mouse?

( laughing ):
Mouse.

But we were stalking you.

That's catish, my friend.

This is a good point.

No, it's not.

Let the corn dogs go,
Señor Senior.

Dear boy, this is not about
tiny, breaded sausages.

Mm-hmm.

You blue foxes think
you know everything.

"Blue fox"? You study
the animology?

Oh, please, Junior,
do not start.

The time has come to
prove my villains' mettle.

First, I will flash-freeze you.

You don't need to
prove anything to us.

Well, that is very kind,
but it is part of my plan.

You'll understand.

( beep )

( both scream )

( grunts )

( grunts )

Next, I will freeze
the Billionaires Club

from which I was
so rudely ejected.

You doing all this just to
tweak some other rich guys?

Yes. Wonderful, isn't it?

You can freeze us,
but there's no way

that Pop Pop Porter's
little cryovator

can freeze an entire building.

Well, actually,
it's more of island

which is why we started
Pop Pop's cryovation technology

to create... this.

( electronic whirring )

That ought to do it.

Do you realize
the jumbo mini corn dogs

you could flash-freeze the...
Ow!

Oh, I would miss our
fearsome rivalry, Kim Possible.

( beep )

Come, Junior.

Junior!

Father, I am the yellow trout!

No!

Junior's the yellow trout?!

Gross!

Uh, K.P., don't you think
we have bigger problems?

My perfect match cannot
be Señor Senior, Jr.

Oh, I'm sure you'll
be real happy together...

If he can defrost you.

Rufus, push the red button.

( squeals )

( grunting )

It's too late.

Rufus, look in my pocket.

Stuff them!

( gulping )

( panting )
( stomach rumbling )

( gulping )

( panting )
( stomach rumbling )

( gulping )

Ah...

( stomach sloshing )

Hurry, Rufus!

( loud grunt )

Okay, now I'm cold.

( grunts )

( contented sigh )

Poor, little, hairless rodent.

( groaning )

Corn dogs rock!

Why can't I feel my feet?

I've got footcicles!

May be if I...

( yelling )

( crash )

( Ron grunting )

What...

We need to find something

that will get us to
the Billionaires Club.

I think we'll manage.

If animology says that Señor
Senior, Jr.'s my soul mate

I say forget animology.

Done and done.

Wheeee!

( squeals )

Rufus!

( squealing )

( yowls )

Wh-Whoa!

Buddy, you all right?

Whoa-oh-ooh-ooh!

Well, he knows
he's not welcome here.

Señor Senior, Sr. Won't
darken our door again.

( helicopter whirring )

Release the third line, Junior.

Junior!

It says the yellow trout
cares only about himself.

It made that sound
like a bad thing.

( beep )

Activate the solar panels.

Initiate freezer stalker!

( screaming )

Help! Help!

My caviar!

( screaming )

Ow!

( helicopter approaches )

I am revoking your club,
Bouyong.

My perfect match
is the blue fox.

I would like to know
this blue fox person.

( all screaming )

( cell phone beeps )

Wade, what have you got?

His giant cryovator solar power.

No plug to pull.

So what can we do?

Destroy it.

Follow the money.

Could we not leave Kim Possible
on a conveyor belt to her doom?

Yes. A proper villain
always leaves his foe

when he's about to expire.

Why?
Well, it would
be bad for him

just to lull about,
waiting for it.

Why?

Tradition!

She's really testing
my patience, this Kim Possible.

Help. Anybody?

I'll get you.

Okay, this is going
to get a little warm.

( screaming ):
No!

You wouldn't want to dash in
and get my caviar, would you?

I thought not.

Look out!

Why did you not just aim
the laser at their bodies?

Junior, if you do not understand
these traditions of villainy

I have failed as a father.

( rapid beeping )

Ron:
You blue foxes think
you know everything.

Farewell, Kim Possible.

It's been, as you say, a blast.

( rapid beeping )

Ron ( echoing ):
You blue foxes

blue foxes, blue foxes...

( screams )

You must not harm my blue fox!

Get down!

( glass shattering )

Do you understand
why I am angry?

Kim Possible,
you are the blue fox.

I am the yellow trout.

We are meant to be...

We are...

soul mates!

Junior, dating an arch-foe is

spitting upon villain tradition.

But, Father...

Back to the lair with you.

Tradition dictates we must begin

to plot our revenge immediately.

KIM:
Wow, I think my Blue Fox, Sr.'s
just saved us.

That was weird.

I guess animology isn't all bad.

( gasps )

Wade.

Morning, Kim.

Did you get the flowers?

Uh, yeah.

There's an E-card. I'll stream.

Hi, Blue Fox.

I count the hours until my
father's criminal activities

bring us near again.

That is so beautiful.

( laughs )

( slamming )

And so yellow trout.

I don't want to hear

another word about animology.

Ron Stoppable is no pink sloth!

That's a relief.

A pink sloth is supposed
to be my soul mate.

"Soul..." Amelia, wait!

I'm a text book sloth,
outcast, follower,
socially inept!

I smell like corn dogs!

We're made for each other!