Kim Possible (2002–2007): Season 1, Episode 6 - Bueno Nacho - full transcript
Kim must take a job at Bueno Nacho to save for a fashionable jacket.
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It's criminal.
Someone at Club Banana
is in major style denial.
Now, this is me.
Come to Kim.
I have bad news.
No kidding.
I cannot afford this jacket.
I know...
I pulled up your bank account.
You're broke.
But that's not the bad news.
Apparently, the bad news
is that my friend
who runs my Web site
is hacking into my account.
Have you peeked at my diary?
Of course not.
Anyway, the bad news is that
your arch-foe Dr. Drakken
has escaped from prison.
That's major bad.
Almost as bad
as last week at school
when you used the boys' room
by accident.
Wait. Nobody saw that.
( gasps )
You have been reading my diary!
Good luck on the mission. Bye.
♪ 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. ♪
( wind howling )
MAN:
1,000 feet...
lasers steady.
Easy... easy...
Mother-of-pearl, man!
You scared me half to death!
Only half?
( squeaking )
Thanks for the lift, Akute.
No problem,
Kim Possible.
You saved my life.
It's the least I can do
to thank you.
It was just
an itty-bitty iceberg.
So not the drama.
Kim! I'm snow-blind!
Ron, you're supposed to be
looking for signs of Drakken.
Ooh!
Okay, that looks suspicious
to me.
Thank you,
Captain Obvious.
Keep your eyes
open for any...
STOPPABLE:
Sheego!
The mad scientist's
mad assistant.
Bye-bye.
( barking )
Whoa... whoa!
Don't eat it, Rufus.
It could be...
mmm, mmm... bacony.
Nice jacket.
Club Banana?
The very latest.
Get a lifestyle, Sheego:
green is the new black.
And this advice comes to us from
a fashion "don't" in fleece.
( laughing maniacally )
It's going to blow
the pipeline, Kimmy
and your skin definitely
doesn't need more oil.
( laughing )
DRAKKEN:
Pity on you
Kim Possible.
( evil laughter )
Well done, Sheego.
Phase one is complete.
( beeping )
STOPPABLE:
Here I come
K.P.!
( yelling )
( squeaks )
FATHER:
Mmm.
That won't do.
Morning, Dad.
Good morning.
How's my teen hero?
Moderately bummed.
Drakken got away.
Well, I'm sure
you'll get him next time.
Oh, these launch vectors
are all wrong.
So... Daddy
what do you think
of this jacket for me?
Just because.
Uh, cost-of-value ratio aside,
Kimmy
don't you already have
a functional coat?
It's a good thing
fashion sense isn't genetic.
My jacket's from last season.
It's red.
Didn't you say red
was the new black?
Red's dead, Dad.
Green is the new black.
Dad!
Dad!
Jim, Tim, I'm working here.
So are we.
Dad, what's
the combustion temperature
of the J-200 fuel you developed?
47 degrees Celsius,
Tim. Why?
Uh... no special reason.
( explosion )
Uh...
Uh...
Got to go.
Got to go.
You know, Kim, your predicament
reminds me of the time
I applied for funding
of a new propulsion system.
The university told me,
"Money doesn't grow on trees."
Well, I told them,
"Money's made of paper
"and paper comes
from trees
"so, in point of fact
money does
grow on trees."
And this relates to me... how?
Not sure, exactly.
But no new jacket.
Morning, Kimmy.
Cute jacket.
Thank you.
Can you explain that to Dad
who incorrectly believes
that I don't need it?
Sorry, baby,
I'm due at the hospital.
But if you need it...
I have a suggestion.
A job?
Ugh! At Bueno Nacho?
Now, that's the way forward.
Between a rocket scientist
and a brain surgeon
the best idea you people
can come up with
is minimum wage?
You practically live there
anyway.
KIM:
Come on, Ron.
We practically live here anyway.
Kim, never work where you food.
It's the only way.
The 'rents were totally neg
on just buying me the jacket.
Did you try the puppy dog pout?
No effect.
If I want the jacket,
I have to earn it.
Harsh.
What are you eating?
Taco meets nacho.
I call it the "naco."
I call it gross beyond reason.
Do you want some?
Ha-ha! Hm! Naco!
You know, Ron, restaurants
don't exactly welcome pets.
Rufus isn't a pet.
He's family.
The rodent family.
Sorry, buddy.
I did the math.
Two weeks of drudge work,
and I'm in green leather.
BOY:
Uh, Miss Possible?
I'm Ned, assistant
manager here
at Bueno Nacho #582.
Hola, amigo.
Your bilingual wiles
will hold no sway
with me, Miss Possible.
I am management.
Is that a clip-on tie, Ned?
For quick removal,
in the event of a grease fire.
When can you start?
Born ready, sir.
And you?
Me what?
Isn't this your application,
Mr., uh... Stoppable?
What? I didn't...
You didn't.
It'll be more fun
if we both work here.
Oh, no, no, no,
not the puppy dog pout!
Bueno Nacho
S.O.P.
Excuse me?
Standard operating procedures.
Learn them. Know them.
Live them.
I'm going to get you for this.
♪ Two weeks to jacket,
two weeks to jacket. ♪
Not enough lettuce.
Too much salsa.
And don't get me started
on those beans.
Notice how he sculpts
the frijoles
evoking the majesty
of a Mayan temple.
Really? You think?
You're ready
for burrito folding.
Right on.
Possible, I'm putting you
on cheese duty.
Even you can push a button.
Think you can handle that?
Mission: possible.
I can get through this.
Two weeks to jacket.
Two weeks to jacket.
( beeping )
What up, Wade?
I've scanned
all recent satellite photos
but there's no sign
of the stolen laser drill.
It must be hidden.
Playing video games
on the job is not S.O.P.
I'm docking your pay
an hour.
Two weeks and one hour
to jacket.
♪ Mm, mm,
the beef goes over here ♪
♪ Chicken over... ♪
Multitasking?
Excellent, Stoppable.
Just doing my job, Ned.
Hello? Kim to Ron.
You didn't even want this job.
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.
( speaking Spanish )
58, Your order's great.
59, lookin' fine.
60...
( audio feedback )
Your food's ready.
( comm beeping )
Go, Wade.
Check this out.
Highly unusual...
What are you doing?
Kimba, ix-nay
on the communicator.
The nacho cheese
needs some love.
Ron, we might have
a lead on Drakken.
Drakken... nachos.
I'm going to have
to go with Drakken.
Well, that kind of 'tude
is narrowing the race
for Employee of the Month.
The race is between you and you.
BOTH:
Sometimes I feel like I don't
even know you anymore.
KIM:
Rufus...
cheese.
( sniffing )
Cheese!
Want more?
Uh-huh.
Even you can push
a button, right?
Good little naked
mall rat.
Sorry, Wade, but the Employee
of the Month cut us off.
Seismic activity in Wisconsin.
Quake in the Midwest?
Major red flag.
It gets weirder.
The epicenter is the world's
biggest cheese wheel.
Let me try something.
Police report
from the cheese wheel mall
shows a break-in
at the Club Banana store.
I don't get the connection.
Only one thing was stolen:
a leather jacket...
green leather-- Sheego.
Ned, I've got
to switch shifts.
Something suddenly
came up.
Whatever.
What's with you?
Go ask your new boss.
New boss?
Corporate
love the naco.
Oh, really?
They see big things
in my futura.
Good for you.
Now, let's go.
Drakken's in Wisconsin.
But your shift
isn't over.
Ron, an evil wacko
is in the dairy state
with a giant laser drill.
I'm going...
And I was hoping
you'd come with.
To be your sidekick?
That's what this is
all about, isn't it?
You just can't stand
that I'm better than you
at something.
You wouldn't even have
this stupid job
if I didn't fill out
your application.
Kim, we could argue
all day
but that's not going
to get this floor mopped.
Mop it yourself, boss.
And find a new nacho drone,
I quit.
Yeah? Well, find
a new sidekick.
What are you looking at?
I want that floor
to sparkle.
KIM:
Mom, reassure me.
I just had a fight
with Ron.
He was all high horse
'cause I bailed on work
and I really need
to stop Drakken
but Ron thinks I quit
because I can't take him
being good at something
which would be way pathetic.
I need a suture here.
Mom, do you have me on speaker?
Sorry, honey,
I got both hands
on a 62-year-old's
temporal lobe.
Mom?!
Got to go, honey.
See you at dinner.
Dad's picking up nacos.
( hanging up )
KIM:
I can't tell you
how much
I appreciate this,
Mr. Parker.
After the way you saved
my crop-dusting business
I'm only too happy
to help.
No big.
Going organic
was a total no-brainer.
Get ready.
Now!
Funky.
A cheese-covered building.
WOMAN:
Many people
assume this is
a cheese-covered building.
In fact, this marvel
of dairy-product architecture
is a 100% pure Wisconsin Swiss.
Hey, look.
Who cut the cheese?
( all laugh )
I know. I know.
Okay, points
for a bizarre hiding place.
Wait, get this.
I'm inside
the cheese wheel.
Which, surprisingly, is not
a cheese-covered building.
It's 100% Wisconsin Swiss.
So I've heard.
Drakken's got the whole mad
scientist lair thing here.
They love the high ceilings.
Kim, look in your pack.
A hair dryer?
I'm more of the towel-off type.
It only looks
like a hair dryer.
Hey.
You rock, Wade.
DRAKKEN:
Increase the drill's power!
I want to reach that magma.
Welcome, Kimmy.
May I take your coat?
You already did.
Don't worry.
It'll look better
on me.
( gasps )
Face it, pumpkin.
Fashion isn't the only thing
in which I'm a step ahead.
( grunting )
Comfy?
Not particularly.
Good.
Well, well
Kim Possible.
How nice
to see you again
especially now
that you're helpless
to stop me.
Shall I tell you
my plan?
It's quite
impressive.
You're using the world's
most powerful laser drill
to tap into the molten magma
deep beneath the earth's crust.
Ah, that's phase one.
In phase two-- which
you did not guess--
my magma machine
will melt
the entire state
of Wisconsin
which I will then rebuild
and rename
Drakkenville!
You're so conceited.
I'll take that
as a compliment.
Sheego!
How long?
The alarm will go off
when we hit magma.
You see?
Any second now
I will strike swiftly
and without mercy.
Actually, make it more
like a half hour.
Fine. Whatever.
In roughly 30 minutes
Wisconsin will surrender
to me
and the kingdom
of Drakkenville
will be born.
Say it with me.
Drakkenville.
Does that have
a nice ring to it?
RON:
Step it up, Ned.
These customers
have been waiting
for over 30 seconds.
33, 34... andale!
Here, have a .10 day.
WADE:
Ron?
Welcome to Bueno Nacho.
May I take your order?
Ron, it's Wade.
Wade, where are you?
Not important.
Kim's in trouble.
She found Drakken inside
a giant cheese wheel
but I lost contact.
She needs help.
Your help.
Well, well, well.
Looks like you've
got a choice to make.
What's more important, your
sacred duty as assistant manager
or your pathetic role
as goofy sidekick?
( questioning
whimper )
Well, that's no choice
at all.
I guess it's time
to say
buenas noches,
Bueno Nacho.
( grunting )
Don't bother.
The Midwest is
about to receive
a molten calling card
from a certain
Dr. Drakken.
Sheego,
I'm still waiting!
So, read a magazine.
I'm working!
Excuse me. I have
to go make a scene!
( grunting )
RON:
Question--
is this some kind
of cheese-covered building?
You know, you'd be surprised
by how many people think that.
DRAKKEN:
Can't you drill any faster?
I built an
entire army
of evil robots
in the time
it's taken you
to penetrate
the Earth's crust.
Ron!
Everything's
okay, Kim.
I'm here to save
the day.
SHEEGO:
Hi.
Is that tie
a clip-on?
( nervous laugh )
Guess that wasn't
much of a plan.
Not as great as
your Bueno Nacho
bathroom break chart.
I gooned on assistant
manager power.
You were right.
I did resent your
superior burrito technique.
You're entitled
to excel.
Forgive me.
Duh... forgive me?
Totally.
Aww, that's so sweet.
Friends again, just in time
to be fried in magma.
Remind me again
why I rushed over.
( explosion )
The drill's into the magma.
About time.
Activate the magma-chine.
That would be so cool
if it wasn't going
to hurt us.
Show time!
Deploy the barrel
and activate
the Magma-pump!
( screaming )
Ow!
( yawning )
KIM:
Rufus
push the button.
Mm-hmm.
( giggling )
( straining )
Oh.
Ooh.
Ron, get to the laser drill.
I'll take care of Sheego.
Great plan.
What exactly is the plan again?
Ron, you're the genius
who invented the "naco."
You've got a building
made of cheese here.
Get creative.
It will be my masterpiece.
BOTH:
Be careful.
Jinx. You owe me a soda.
Ooh.
They've escaped.
No! Really?
The buffoon is nothing.
Find Kim Possible.
( grunting )
Lesson time, Princess.
With that trendy coat
weighing you down.
I'm thinking not.
( grunting )
( growling )
Here comes the magma.
( evil laugh )
( grunting )
( beeping )
Rufus
this is a precision instrument.
Incredibly complex.
Better mess
with everything.
( siren wailing )
( electrical zapping )
Oh.
Oh! Stop him!
"Angle adjustment."
Hmm.
Whoo-ya!
A-ha!
It's magma, Milwaukee.
( grunts )
Why isn't Milwaukee
eating magma?
Please do not tell me
that this place is actually
made of cheese.
I thought it was
a cheese-covered building.
WOMAN:
Oh.
Golly, no.
You'd be surprised...
Huh?
Kim!
( grunting )
( screaming )
K.P.!
This is not
over...
Kim Possible!
( gurgling )
( grunting )
( muffled groaning )
Drakken's plan
is so foiled.
Oh, it's over.
I call it
"Bad Guy Con Queso."
What's wrong, K.P.?
You won.
I'm very happy...
really.
You don't sound happy.
Okay. I know
this is beyond shallow
but I saved the world
and I'm no closer to owning
that Club Banana jacket.
Maybe.
Maybe not.
( gasps )
Ron!
Oh, it's no big deal.
My Naco bonus was way bueno.
You are too sweet.
I love it!
Thanks.
Ned?
Dude, what are you wearing?
Somebody left this picture
over the cheese machine
and I just had to have it.
Viva me!
Exchange it.
Oh, yeah.
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It's criminal.
Someone at Club Banana
is in major style denial.
Now, this is me.
Come to Kim.
I have bad news.
No kidding.
I cannot afford this jacket.
I know...
I pulled up your bank account.
You're broke.
But that's not the bad news.
Apparently, the bad news
is that my friend
who runs my Web site
is hacking into my account.
Have you peeked at my diary?
Of course not.
Anyway, the bad news is that
your arch-foe Dr. Drakken
has escaped from prison.
That's major bad.
Almost as bad
as last week at school
when you used the boys' room
by accident.
Wait. Nobody saw that.
( gasps )
You have been reading my diary!
Good luck on the mission. Bye.
♪ 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. ♪
( wind howling )
MAN:
1,000 feet...
lasers steady.
Easy... easy...
Mother-of-pearl, man!
You scared me half to death!
Only half?
( squeaking )
Thanks for the lift, Akute.
No problem,
Kim Possible.
You saved my life.
It's the least I can do
to thank you.
It was just
an itty-bitty iceberg.
So not the drama.
Kim! I'm snow-blind!
Ron, you're supposed to be
looking for signs of Drakken.
Ooh!
Okay, that looks suspicious
to me.
Thank you,
Captain Obvious.
Keep your eyes
open for any...
STOPPABLE:
Sheego!
The mad scientist's
mad assistant.
Bye-bye.
( barking )
Whoa... whoa!
Don't eat it, Rufus.
It could be...
mmm, mmm... bacony.
Nice jacket.
Club Banana?
The very latest.
Get a lifestyle, Sheego:
green is the new black.
And this advice comes to us from
a fashion "don't" in fleece.
( laughing maniacally )
It's going to blow
the pipeline, Kimmy
and your skin definitely
doesn't need more oil.
( laughing )
DRAKKEN:
Pity on you
Kim Possible.
( evil laughter )
Well done, Sheego.
Phase one is complete.
( beeping )
STOPPABLE:
Here I come
K.P.!
( yelling )
( squeaks )
FATHER:
Mmm.
That won't do.
Morning, Dad.
Good morning.
How's my teen hero?
Moderately bummed.
Drakken got away.
Well, I'm sure
you'll get him next time.
Oh, these launch vectors
are all wrong.
So... Daddy
what do you think
of this jacket for me?
Just because.
Uh, cost-of-value ratio aside,
Kimmy
don't you already have
a functional coat?
It's a good thing
fashion sense isn't genetic.
My jacket's from last season.
It's red.
Didn't you say red
was the new black?
Red's dead, Dad.
Green is the new black.
Dad!
Dad!
Jim, Tim, I'm working here.
So are we.
Dad, what's
the combustion temperature
of the J-200 fuel you developed?
47 degrees Celsius,
Tim. Why?
Uh... no special reason.
( explosion )
Uh...
Uh...
Got to go.
Got to go.
You know, Kim, your predicament
reminds me of the time
I applied for funding
of a new propulsion system.
The university told me,
"Money doesn't grow on trees."
Well, I told them,
"Money's made of paper
"and paper comes
from trees
"so, in point of fact
money does
grow on trees."
And this relates to me... how?
Not sure, exactly.
But no new jacket.
Morning, Kimmy.
Cute jacket.
Thank you.
Can you explain that to Dad
who incorrectly believes
that I don't need it?
Sorry, baby,
I'm due at the hospital.
But if you need it...
I have a suggestion.
A job?
Ugh! At Bueno Nacho?
Now, that's the way forward.
Between a rocket scientist
and a brain surgeon
the best idea you people
can come up with
is minimum wage?
You practically live there
anyway.
KIM:
Come on, Ron.
We practically live here anyway.
Kim, never work where you food.
It's the only way.
The 'rents were totally neg
on just buying me the jacket.
Did you try the puppy dog pout?
No effect.
If I want the jacket,
I have to earn it.
Harsh.
What are you eating?
Taco meets nacho.
I call it the "naco."
I call it gross beyond reason.
Do you want some?
Ha-ha! Hm! Naco!
You know, Ron, restaurants
don't exactly welcome pets.
Rufus isn't a pet.
He's family.
The rodent family.
Sorry, buddy.
I did the math.
Two weeks of drudge work,
and I'm in green leather.
BOY:
Uh, Miss Possible?
I'm Ned, assistant
manager here
at Bueno Nacho #582.
Hola, amigo.
Your bilingual wiles
will hold no sway
with me, Miss Possible.
I am management.
Is that a clip-on tie, Ned?
For quick removal,
in the event of a grease fire.
When can you start?
Born ready, sir.
And you?
Me what?
Isn't this your application,
Mr., uh... Stoppable?
What? I didn't...
You didn't.
It'll be more fun
if we both work here.
Oh, no, no, no,
not the puppy dog pout!
Bueno Nacho
S.O.P.
Excuse me?
Standard operating procedures.
Learn them. Know them.
Live them.
I'm going to get you for this.
♪ Two weeks to jacket,
two weeks to jacket. ♪
Not enough lettuce.
Too much salsa.
And don't get me started
on those beans.
Notice how he sculpts
the frijoles
evoking the majesty
of a Mayan temple.
Really? You think?
You're ready
for burrito folding.
Right on.
Possible, I'm putting you
on cheese duty.
Even you can push a button.
Think you can handle that?
Mission: possible.
I can get through this.
Two weeks to jacket.
Two weeks to jacket.
( beeping )
What up, Wade?
I've scanned
all recent satellite photos
but there's no sign
of the stolen laser drill.
It must be hidden.
Playing video games
on the job is not S.O.P.
I'm docking your pay
an hour.
Two weeks and one hour
to jacket.
♪ Mm, mm,
the beef goes over here ♪
♪ Chicken over... ♪
Multitasking?
Excellent, Stoppable.
Just doing my job, Ned.
Hello? Kim to Ron.
You didn't even want this job.
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.
( speaking Spanish )
58, Your order's great.
59, lookin' fine.
60...
( audio feedback )
Your food's ready.
( comm beeping )
Go, Wade.
Check this out.
Highly unusual...
What are you doing?
Kimba, ix-nay
on the communicator.
The nacho cheese
needs some love.
Ron, we might have
a lead on Drakken.
Drakken... nachos.
I'm going to have
to go with Drakken.
Well, that kind of 'tude
is narrowing the race
for Employee of the Month.
The race is between you and you.
BOTH:
Sometimes I feel like I don't
even know you anymore.
KIM:
Rufus...
cheese.
( sniffing )
Cheese!
Want more?
Uh-huh.
Even you can push
a button, right?
Good little naked
mall rat.
Sorry, Wade, but the Employee
of the Month cut us off.
Seismic activity in Wisconsin.
Quake in the Midwest?
Major red flag.
It gets weirder.
The epicenter is the world's
biggest cheese wheel.
Let me try something.
Police report
from the cheese wheel mall
shows a break-in
at the Club Banana store.
I don't get the connection.
Only one thing was stolen:
a leather jacket...
green leather-- Sheego.
Ned, I've got
to switch shifts.
Something suddenly
came up.
Whatever.
What's with you?
Go ask your new boss.
New boss?
Corporate
love the naco.
Oh, really?
They see big things
in my futura.
Good for you.
Now, let's go.
Drakken's in Wisconsin.
But your shift
isn't over.
Ron, an evil wacko
is in the dairy state
with a giant laser drill.
I'm going...
And I was hoping
you'd come with.
To be your sidekick?
That's what this is
all about, isn't it?
You just can't stand
that I'm better than you
at something.
You wouldn't even have
this stupid job
if I didn't fill out
your application.
Kim, we could argue
all day
but that's not going
to get this floor mopped.
Mop it yourself, boss.
And find a new nacho drone,
I quit.
Yeah? Well, find
a new sidekick.
What are you looking at?
I want that floor
to sparkle.
KIM:
Mom, reassure me.
I just had a fight
with Ron.
He was all high horse
'cause I bailed on work
and I really need
to stop Drakken
but Ron thinks I quit
because I can't take him
being good at something
which would be way pathetic.
I need a suture here.
Mom, do you have me on speaker?
Sorry, honey,
I got both hands
on a 62-year-old's
temporal lobe.
Mom?!
Got to go, honey.
See you at dinner.
Dad's picking up nacos.
( hanging up )
KIM:
I can't tell you
how much
I appreciate this,
Mr. Parker.
After the way you saved
my crop-dusting business
I'm only too happy
to help.
No big.
Going organic
was a total no-brainer.
Get ready.
Now!
Funky.
A cheese-covered building.
WOMAN:
Many people
assume this is
a cheese-covered building.
In fact, this marvel
of dairy-product architecture
is a 100% pure Wisconsin Swiss.
Hey, look.
Who cut the cheese?
( all laugh )
I know. I know.
Okay, points
for a bizarre hiding place.
Wait, get this.
I'm inside
the cheese wheel.
Which, surprisingly, is not
a cheese-covered building.
It's 100% Wisconsin Swiss.
So I've heard.
Drakken's got the whole mad
scientist lair thing here.
They love the high ceilings.
Kim, look in your pack.
A hair dryer?
I'm more of the towel-off type.
It only looks
like a hair dryer.
Hey.
You rock, Wade.
DRAKKEN:
Increase the drill's power!
I want to reach that magma.
Welcome, Kimmy.
May I take your coat?
You already did.
Don't worry.
It'll look better
on me.
( gasps )
Face it, pumpkin.
Fashion isn't the only thing
in which I'm a step ahead.
( grunting )
Comfy?
Not particularly.
Good.
Well, well
Kim Possible.
How nice
to see you again
especially now
that you're helpless
to stop me.
Shall I tell you
my plan?
It's quite
impressive.
You're using the world's
most powerful laser drill
to tap into the molten magma
deep beneath the earth's crust.
Ah, that's phase one.
In phase two-- which
you did not guess--
my magma machine
will melt
the entire state
of Wisconsin
which I will then rebuild
and rename
Drakkenville!
You're so conceited.
I'll take that
as a compliment.
Sheego!
How long?
The alarm will go off
when we hit magma.
You see?
Any second now
I will strike swiftly
and without mercy.
Actually, make it more
like a half hour.
Fine. Whatever.
In roughly 30 minutes
Wisconsin will surrender
to me
and the kingdom
of Drakkenville
will be born.
Say it with me.
Drakkenville.
Does that have
a nice ring to it?
RON:
Step it up, Ned.
These customers
have been waiting
for over 30 seconds.
33, 34... andale!
Here, have a .10 day.
WADE:
Ron?
Welcome to Bueno Nacho.
May I take your order?
Ron, it's Wade.
Wade, where are you?
Not important.
Kim's in trouble.
She found Drakken inside
a giant cheese wheel
but I lost contact.
She needs help.
Your help.
Well, well, well.
Looks like you've
got a choice to make.
What's more important, your
sacred duty as assistant manager
or your pathetic role
as goofy sidekick?
( questioning
whimper )
Well, that's no choice
at all.
I guess it's time
to say
buenas noches,
Bueno Nacho.
( grunting )
Don't bother.
The Midwest is
about to receive
a molten calling card
from a certain
Dr. Drakken.
Sheego,
I'm still waiting!
So, read a magazine.
I'm working!
Excuse me. I have
to go make a scene!
( grunting )
RON:
Question--
is this some kind
of cheese-covered building?
You know, you'd be surprised
by how many people think that.
DRAKKEN:
Can't you drill any faster?
I built an
entire army
of evil robots
in the time
it's taken you
to penetrate
the Earth's crust.
Ron!
Everything's
okay, Kim.
I'm here to save
the day.
SHEEGO:
Hi.
Is that tie
a clip-on?
( nervous laugh )
Guess that wasn't
much of a plan.
Not as great as
your Bueno Nacho
bathroom break chart.
I gooned on assistant
manager power.
You were right.
I did resent your
superior burrito technique.
You're entitled
to excel.
Forgive me.
Duh... forgive me?
Totally.
Aww, that's so sweet.
Friends again, just in time
to be fried in magma.
Remind me again
why I rushed over.
( explosion )
The drill's into the magma.
About time.
Activate the magma-chine.
That would be so cool
if it wasn't going
to hurt us.
Show time!
Deploy the barrel
and activate
the Magma-pump!
( screaming )
Ow!
( yawning )
KIM:
Rufus
push the button.
Mm-hmm.
( giggling )
( straining )
Oh.
Ooh.
Ron, get to the laser drill.
I'll take care of Sheego.
Great plan.
What exactly is the plan again?
Ron, you're the genius
who invented the "naco."
You've got a building
made of cheese here.
Get creative.
It will be my masterpiece.
BOTH:
Be careful.
Jinx. You owe me a soda.
Ooh.
They've escaped.
No! Really?
The buffoon is nothing.
Find Kim Possible.
( grunting )
Lesson time, Princess.
With that trendy coat
weighing you down.
I'm thinking not.
( grunting )
( growling )
Here comes the magma.
( evil laugh )
( grunting )
( beeping )
Rufus
this is a precision instrument.
Incredibly complex.
Better mess
with everything.
( siren wailing )
( electrical zapping )
Oh.
Oh! Stop him!
"Angle adjustment."
Hmm.
Whoo-ya!
A-ha!
It's magma, Milwaukee.
( grunts )
Why isn't Milwaukee
eating magma?
Please do not tell me
that this place is actually
made of cheese.
I thought it was
a cheese-covered building.
WOMAN:
Oh.
Golly, no.
You'd be surprised...
Huh?
Kim!
( grunting )
( screaming )
K.P.!
This is not
over...
Kim Possible!
( gurgling )
( grunting )
( muffled groaning )
Drakken's plan
is so foiled.
Oh, it's over.
I call it
"Bad Guy Con Queso."
What's wrong, K.P.?
You won.
I'm very happy...
really.
You don't sound happy.
Okay. I know
this is beyond shallow
but I saved the world
and I'm no closer to owning
that Club Banana jacket.
Maybe.
Maybe not.
( gasps )
Ron!
Oh, it's no big deal.
My Naco bonus was way bueno.
You are too sweet.
I love it!
Thanks.
Ned?
Dude, what are you wearing?
Somebody left this picture
over the cheese machine
and I just had to have it.
Viva me!
Exchange it.
Oh, yeah.