Kim Possible (2002–2007): Season 2, Episode 1 - Naked Genius - full transcript
When it comes to school, Ron has a new trick (literally) up his sleeve when a secret project gives Rufus a super-genius IQ.
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( bell ringing )
Overall,
I found the results
of yesterday's pop quiz to be...
well, less disappointing
than usual.
Kimberly.
RON:
A-minus!
Nice work, K.P.
Uh, yeah.
I crammed
on that riverboat ride
down the Congo.
Cramming? I don't
remember any cramming.
That's because I crammed.
You spent nine hours playing
bingo on the communicator.
Oh, right.
And as for you, Ronald...
Not another "F." Not
another "F." Not another "F."
Another "F."
( snickering )
( evil laughter )
Huh? Oh!
Yes, yes! It was just a dream!
A horrible, horrible dream.
Hey, K.P., you're never
going to believe
the nightmare I had.
Miss Wisp was passing
back tests, and I got...
Another "F."
Right.
Oh, man.
♪ 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. ♪
( bell ringing )
Three algebra tests,
three F's in a row.
Got nothing but air
beneath the hair.
Come on, Ron.
You just have to, you know,
work harder to realize...
Realize my potential.
Uh, mm-hmm.
Heard it, lived it,
bought the movie rights.
Ron Stoppable is Potential Boy,
Coming soon
to a theater near you.
Buck up, Potential Boy.
What's say we do something fun
to take your mind off math?
What'd you have in mind?
Kim, we got trouble.
There's been a breach
at a highly-classified
underground defense lab
outside Des Moines, Iowa.
How's Iowa grab you?
( beeping )
Ah! My back is killing me!
Shego, why did I let you
talk me out of buying the model
with heated seats
and lumbar support?
Because it also had a sun roof,
which, on a subterranean
vehicle, seemed a little...
I don't know... pointless.
( gasps )
There it is...
Project Phoebus.
Once I manipulate my own
brilliant cerebral cortex
with that experimental beam,
I'll become
even more brilliant...
perhaps ridiculously brilliant!
Certainly brilliant enough
to design my own
doomsday weapon.
Let's charge her up.
( shouts )
Patience, Shego.
First, we must document
this historic moment
in my quest
for world domination.
Here, use this.
It came free
with the test drive.
( shouts )
Wait, I wasn't ready. Try again.
Kim Possible...
Lieutenant Franklin.
What's the sitch?
At 0800 hours,
someone broke
into the main lab
and locked us out.
It appears the
intended target
is Project Phoebus.
Which is...?
A top secret
government
experiment.
Which does...?
Project Phoebus is a
Level Five security
classification.
Which means...?
Look,
it means I don't know what
the darn thing does.
None of us do.
Um, you're joking, right?
Is this the face
of a joker, son?
Yeah, not so much.
Guys, hello.
The monitor.
Uh! Uh! Wait! My eyes
were shut on that one.
Once more, Shego.
We need a way
to get into that lab.
The only way is through
that tiny ventilation duct.
I think we can handle that.
( squeaks )
Once you're in, open the door,
but keep it quiet.
Mm-hmm.
Uh-oh.
( squealing )
( squealing )
Sorry, Drakken.
Looks like your bad hair day
just got worse.
Kim Possible!
Every time, you barge in.
I just... ( screams )
The anger and the...
Yeah, keep talking.
Your tongue isn't the only
thing that's gonna be tied.
Whoa!
Going somewhere, Kimmie?
( groaning )
( shouts )
( frantic sputtering )
Hello.
( shrieks )
Well, well, I believe it's time
for a little mole removal.
Yes. I can feel it working.
( squeaking )
( gasps )
Now.
At least Project
Phoebus is safe.
Yeah.
Whatever it is.
Come on, Rufus!
We're homebound, baby!
( gibbering )
( electronic hissing )
MOTHER:
Kimmie! You sure
you've got everything
under control?
BOTH:
Three, two, one!
Mission scrubbed, tweebs.
Take it outside.
Now, you two have fun
country line dancing.
Will do.
Thanks for supporting
our new hobby, darlin'.
And if anybody asks,
what are your names again?
( sighs ):
Wanda and Eugene
Crumholtz.
No relation
to Kim Possible
of Middleton High.
You guys rock.
Hey...
I figured out problem three.
X equals all of the above!
Hey, Wade,
uh, looks like the tutoring
is really coming along.
Ow. Ow.
Ow! Let's just say
problem three
isn't even multiple choice.
Sorry, Kim.
I'm a super genius,
not a miracle worker.
I hear you.
I'll take it from here.
Okay, Ron, ready to try
a word problem?
Yeah, sure, if you're ready
to watch my head explode.
( explosion )
Aw! Too late!
It's happening!
BOTH:
We have liftoff!
You guys are so busted.
( both gasp )
Oh!
( Kim growls )
Ah, it's useless, Rufus.
I have about as good a chance
of understanding
algebra as you do.
( squeaking )
Um, FYI, I was being sarcastic.
Wait a second... how did you...?
Hmm.
Who cares about the how, Rufus?
You just finished
four hours of homework
in under five seconds!
You know what this means?
( questioning grunt )
Well, me neither,
but it's got to be good.
Hello, Ronald.
Since I found your homework
sitting on my desk
first thing this morning,
I took the liberty
of grading it early.
Yeah?
Well, is there a grade
higher than A+,
or are you just going
to make one up for me?
We'll go with
the traditional "F."
Hmm?
What?
But I did it longhand,
and I showed my
work and everything.
Uh-huh.
Your assignment demonstrates
a comprehension
of not only algebra,
but also advanced calculus
and chaos theory mathematics.
It does?
Yes, which means,
it was clearly completed
by someone else.
I swear, Miss Wisp.
No other... um, person
did this assignment for me.
Very well,
based on the proficiency
demonstrated in your homework,
This Ph.D.-level equation
should be easy-peasy for you.
( gulps )
Uh, yeah. Sure.
Sure. Here I go.
Walking right
on up to the board.
Mm. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
( squeaking )
Ronald, that's correct.
Cool!
So, sho's up for some snackage
in the cafe?
How about some pie?
Ha-ha. Math pun.
Get it?
With pi, 'cause I... I'm good.
The world has a new prodigy.
There's Aristotle,
Newton, Einstein and now...
Stoppable.
Wait. Hold up. I...
( squishy squeak )
Uh-oh.
( Ron clears throat )
And, um, as you can see,
the rest
is mathematical history.
Can I go now?
Mr. Stoppable, please to explain
your procedure
for finding exponents
in polynomials.
Yeah, I-I could tell you,
but let me just show you.
Keep it up, pal.
I think they're going
to let us go soon.
Wade, I just don't get it.
It's like Ron's been abducted
and replaced by someone...
smart.
Granted, Ron's sudden genius
is a little odd,
but some students blossom late
in their academic careers.
Come on, Wade. This is Ron.
Last night he had
to take off his shoes
to count to 12,
and today he's taking
some genius aptitude test?
Really? How'd he do?
186.
( coughs )
186?! That's 40 points higher
than my score!
That's impossible!
Welcome to my disbelief.
Have Mr. Genius meet me online.
I'll get to the bottom of this.
Something tells me getting close
to Mr. Genius
is not going to be easy.
Sorry, but Ron's time is up.
He's on a very tight schedule.
I am?
Of course.
Ron, your genius is a gift.
A gift you must share
with the world.
( cameras clicking )
Good evening, Middleton.
We begin tonight with the story
of a boy genius
named Ron Stoppable.
After coming out of nowhere,
he's taken the country
and the world by storm.
He's designed the plans
for a new international
space station,
created the world's first
cold fusion reactor
and has even completed
Schubert's
"Unfinished Symphony."
And what does this whiz kid
have to say
about his newfound success?
Um, I just want to pass algebra.
( all laugh )
That's funny.
Trisha Lapowski reporting.
And now, Shego, I shall use
my newly acquired brilliance
to begin the design
of my doomsday device.
( muttering )
Yes, I can feel my brilliance
blossoming.
It's as if my hand
is but a humble servant
to the power
of my advanced mind. Oh!
So, what do you think?
Um, nothing personal,
but it doesn't exactly
scream doomsday
or brilliance.
Hmm.
Nonsense.
It must be so advanced
that your own puny intellect
cannot grasp it.
Here.
Take a look at this one.
A puppy and a
horsey. Cute.
Mm. Mm.
( muttering )
Well, look who's back
from his whirlwind press tour.
Yep, tap into
a little inner genius,
and suddenly everybody
wants a piece.
But enough about me.
What have you been up to?
Saw the sequel to Potential Boy.
It was called Genius Boy.
Good acting, but the plot
seemed a bit farfetched.
Uh-oh.
What is up
with the whiz kid deal?
Well, you know how it is.
I'm a late bloomer, you know?
First with the ladies
and now this.
Did I miss the ladies' bloom?
Hey, Ron, what do you say
we compete
in a little Internet battle
of the geniuses?
Oh, you know,
as much as I'd love to,
I should really be...
There can be only one.
Okay, I guess.
How do we...?
Begin.
Calculate the area
of this four-dimensional,
theoretical object.
Break this DNA sequence
down into its base strings.
Explain Pythagorean's theorem
in relation to exponents,
roots and scientific notation
formulas.
Write a 400-word essay
examining the popularity
of sailor uniforms in
Japanimation and cite examples.
Correct.
Correct.
Correct!
( sighs )
One again, correct.
Well, Kim, he's a genius.
More of a genius
than I'll ever be.
There you are, Ronald.
You're supposed to be
in the auditorium
rehearsing for your press
conference tomorrow.
( sighs )
What's it for again?
You're announcing your cure
for the common cold.
I found it
on your desk the other day
next to your little mole rat.
Great.
Could this get any more wrong?
When did the whole boy genius
miracle start to happen?
Come to think of it,
it was right after
we got back from that lab
in Iowa.
Thanks for the ride, Bernice.
It's the least I could do
after you saved
my artists colony
from that dam break last year.
No big.
It was just like patching up
the cracks
in my fish tank back home,
only it took a lot more gum.
What are you, land developer,
tax collector, sales lady?
Doctor Zaruda, I need
to talk to you
about a device you developed
for the government.
You may be the only person
who actually knows what it does.
Project Phoebus?
Oh, well...
come in.
Okay, Shego...
feast your eyes on this vision
of doomsday genius.
Ooh, try again, Picasso.
Oh, it doesn't make sense!
I was in the chair,
the beam surged,
we all saw it.
Why am I not...
more brilliant?
Brillianter?!
More brillianter?!
Dr. D, check this out.
I'm in front
of the Middleton Mall
where tomorrow morning
resident genius Ron Stoppable
will unveil his cure
for the common cold.
Could this boy be
any more brilliant?
Ron Stoppable?
Help me out.
Kim Possible's dopey sidekick.
Since when is he a genius?!
I'm the one that...
Wait a second.
That boy has my brains
and I want them back.
So let me get this straight.
Project Phoebus
contains the
brain-wave patterns
of the world's most
brilliant scientists?
We all used
to be poker buddies...
Gates, Nash, Salk.
They were all over one night.
I wanted to try out
my new project.
Bing, bang, boom,
the rest is history.
So if someone like,
say, my friend Ron
were to accidentally
get struck by the beam,
it could turn him into...
Unparalleled genius,
but not permanently.
The effects
of the Project Phoebus beam
are only temporary.
I'd give it another two to four
days before it wears off.
Sure I can't tempt you
with some squirrel stew?
Oh, gosh, I, I had it for lunch.
Well, at least that Drakken
fellow didn't get his mitts
on those brain waves.
That much brain power
in the wrong hands
could spell disaster.
Wait a sec.
If Drakken needs
those brain waves,
then he's going to need Ron.
So, this little doohickey here
should reduce
car emissions by...
Well, a lot.
But Mr. Stoppable,
that is your fuel cell equation.
You're pointing
to a time-space theorem.
Right, time-space.
Mm-hmm, you can tell that
by the sideways eight thingy
right over there.
Uh, that's a symbol
for infinity.
Don't you know that?
Are there any other questions?
I have a questions.
Care for a lift?
( all yelling )
Help!
( gasps )
Rufus!
Oh, no.
KIM:
Still nothing?
Wait. We have to find
Drakken's new lair
before he forces Ron
to build him
that new doomsday device.
I know. But there are
more leads I'm checking out.
Stand by.
( crying )
Don't worry, Rufus.
We'll find Ron.
In the meantime,
keep yourself busy.
It'll help take your mind
off things.
Kim, I got a news flash.
Ron's no genius.
What do you mean?
I reexamined
the main security cam for clues.
Check this out.
Wade, what's the big?
That's just Ron writing
an equation.
Sure, that's what it looks like,
but watch when I zoom in.
It's Rufus?
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
So if Rufus is the genius,
then how is Ron going to build
Drakken a doomsday device?
He's not.
So, Kim Possible's sidekick
thinks he can stick his nose
into my business
and steal
my precious brain waves.
Okay, believe it or not,
that's not how it went down.
Shush, boy!
Now is not the time for words.
Now is the time for action.
Well, actually, thought.
Yes, now is the time
for thought,
followed soon after by action.
Ooh, having a garage sale?
You, boy, will use
these supplies
and your stolen genius
to build me a horrific
doomsday device
that will allow me
to conquer the world.
Yeah, you know, sorry
to throw a wrench
into the works,
but it's just not going
to happen 'cause...
Oh, it's going to happen,
because if it doesn't...
( yells )
Okay, so who's up
for a little doomsday device?
KIM:
Don't worry, Wade,
Drakken may have Ron,
but we have the real genius.
( clears throat )
I mean, the other real genius.
( chittering )
Wade, we got a listing:
a recently purchased,
ten-bedroom, 6h-acid-bath lair.
Here's the address.
Is it ready yet, boy?
Uh, it may be another
two or three or 16 weeks.
Now might be a great time
to take that superfreak
singles cruise
you've been thinking about.
That doomsday device
better work.
Otherwise, you'll be swimming
with the fish.
Fish, right?
Or is it fishes?
Fish or fishes.
Well, which is it?
Both are correct plural forms
of the singular word fish.
You're very smug right now,
aren't you?
A little bit.
Okay, then, here it is,
my doomsday device
right here under the sheet here.
Or as they say in France,
mon device de doom.
French.
Show it to me!
Drakken, Shego,
I give you The Mangler.
( gasps )
Well, Mr. Stoppable,
have fun with the fish...
or fishes.
Can't there ever by
a one-story ranch-style lair?
( chittering )
( yelling )
We're too late!
( screams )
( yells )
( grunts )
How did that...?
Did you outfit
my clothes with gadgets
when I wasn't looking?
Mm-hmm. Yep.
Rufus, you are one
rocking mole rat.
K.P.!
K.P.? Don't try
and trick me, boy.
I know Kim Possible
when I see her.
Yeah, the lame outfit
is always a dead giveaway.
( grunts )
Falling bookcases...
Yeah, you'll have
to do better than that.
Suits me.
Suits of armor, that is.
Armors, advance!
RON:
Armor?
What happened
to your regular henchmen?
DRAKKEN:
They're at a wedding.
( laughs )
Jump!
( grunting )
( gasps )
( screams )
( screams )
Don't just stand there,
finish them.
Hey, look, it works!
My doomsday device works!
DRAKKEN ( screaming ):
No!
RON:
Look out!
( grunts )
( Ron yelling )
( engine whine slows )
Nice move, genius.
I am what I is.
Hey!
This isn't over, Kim Possible.
You capture us,
we'll just come back
more evil than before.
Eviler!
More eviler?
Less not-gooder?
SHEGO:
Please stop talking.
'Kay.
Ron:
X =... let's see.
Eight?
You know something,
Potential Boy?
That's actually right.
Hey, hey, hey, come on.
Algebra's cake for a guy
who can build
a doomsday machine.
Speaking of doomsday,
how much detention time
did Miss Wisp give you?
Well, let me put it this way.
On my detention slip
she just wrote
one of those sideways eight,
infinity symbol things.
And what about
our rodent genius?
Has the Phoebus effect
worn off yet?
I'm not sure.
Where is Rufus anyway?
Okay, little smart guy,
there can be only one.
Shall we begin?
Bring it on.
Plot the eliptical orbit
of Jupiter's third moon.
Correct.
Name the four capitals
of the ancient...
Mm, I don't miss it.
Correct.
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( bell ringing )
Overall,
I found the results
of yesterday's pop quiz to be...
well, less disappointing
than usual.
Kimberly.
RON:
A-minus!
Nice work, K.P.
Uh, yeah.
I crammed
on that riverboat ride
down the Congo.
Cramming? I don't
remember any cramming.
That's because I crammed.
You spent nine hours playing
bingo on the communicator.
Oh, right.
And as for you, Ronald...
Not another "F." Not
another "F." Not another "F."
Another "F."
( snickering )
( evil laughter )
Huh? Oh!
Yes, yes! It was just a dream!
A horrible, horrible dream.
Hey, K.P., you're never
going to believe
the nightmare I had.
Miss Wisp was passing
back tests, and I got...
Another "F."
Right.
Oh, man.
♪ 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. ♪
( bell ringing )
Three algebra tests,
three F's in a row.
Got nothing but air
beneath the hair.
Come on, Ron.
You just have to, you know,
work harder to realize...
Realize my potential.
Uh, mm-hmm.
Heard it, lived it,
bought the movie rights.
Ron Stoppable is Potential Boy,
Coming soon
to a theater near you.
Buck up, Potential Boy.
What's say we do something fun
to take your mind off math?
What'd you have in mind?
Kim, we got trouble.
There's been a breach
at a highly-classified
underground defense lab
outside Des Moines, Iowa.
How's Iowa grab you?
( beeping )
Ah! My back is killing me!
Shego, why did I let you
talk me out of buying the model
with heated seats
and lumbar support?
Because it also had a sun roof,
which, on a subterranean
vehicle, seemed a little...
I don't know... pointless.
( gasps )
There it is...
Project Phoebus.
Once I manipulate my own
brilliant cerebral cortex
with that experimental beam,
I'll become
even more brilliant...
perhaps ridiculously brilliant!
Certainly brilliant enough
to design my own
doomsday weapon.
Let's charge her up.
( shouts )
Patience, Shego.
First, we must document
this historic moment
in my quest
for world domination.
Here, use this.
It came free
with the test drive.
( shouts )
Wait, I wasn't ready. Try again.
Kim Possible...
Lieutenant Franklin.
What's the sitch?
At 0800 hours,
someone broke
into the main lab
and locked us out.
It appears the
intended target
is Project Phoebus.
Which is...?
A top secret
government
experiment.
Which does...?
Project Phoebus is a
Level Five security
classification.
Which means...?
Look,
it means I don't know what
the darn thing does.
None of us do.
Um, you're joking, right?
Is this the face
of a joker, son?
Yeah, not so much.
Guys, hello.
The monitor.
Uh! Uh! Wait! My eyes
were shut on that one.
Once more, Shego.
We need a way
to get into that lab.
The only way is through
that tiny ventilation duct.
I think we can handle that.
( squeaks )
Once you're in, open the door,
but keep it quiet.
Mm-hmm.
Uh-oh.
( squealing )
( squealing )
Sorry, Drakken.
Looks like your bad hair day
just got worse.
Kim Possible!
Every time, you barge in.
I just... ( screams )
The anger and the...
Yeah, keep talking.
Your tongue isn't the only
thing that's gonna be tied.
Whoa!
Going somewhere, Kimmie?
( groaning )
( shouts )
( frantic sputtering )
Hello.
( shrieks )
Well, well, I believe it's time
for a little mole removal.
Yes. I can feel it working.
( squeaking )
( gasps )
Now.
At least Project
Phoebus is safe.
Yeah.
Whatever it is.
Come on, Rufus!
We're homebound, baby!
( gibbering )
( electronic hissing )
MOTHER:
Kimmie! You sure
you've got everything
under control?
BOTH:
Three, two, one!
Mission scrubbed, tweebs.
Take it outside.
Now, you two have fun
country line dancing.
Will do.
Thanks for supporting
our new hobby, darlin'.
And if anybody asks,
what are your names again?
( sighs ):
Wanda and Eugene
Crumholtz.
No relation
to Kim Possible
of Middleton High.
You guys rock.
Hey...
I figured out problem three.
X equals all of the above!
Hey, Wade,
uh, looks like the tutoring
is really coming along.
Ow. Ow.
Ow! Let's just say
problem three
isn't even multiple choice.
Sorry, Kim.
I'm a super genius,
not a miracle worker.
I hear you.
I'll take it from here.
Okay, Ron, ready to try
a word problem?
Yeah, sure, if you're ready
to watch my head explode.
( explosion )
Aw! Too late!
It's happening!
BOTH:
We have liftoff!
You guys are so busted.
( both gasp )
Oh!
( Kim growls )
Ah, it's useless, Rufus.
I have about as good a chance
of understanding
algebra as you do.
( squeaking )
Um, FYI, I was being sarcastic.
Wait a second... how did you...?
Hmm.
Who cares about the how, Rufus?
You just finished
four hours of homework
in under five seconds!
You know what this means?
( questioning grunt )
Well, me neither,
but it's got to be good.
Hello, Ronald.
Since I found your homework
sitting on my desk
first thing this morning,
I took the liberty
of grading it early.
Yeah?
Well, is there a grade
higher than A+,
or are you just going
to make one up for me?
We'll go with
the traditional "F."
Hmm?
What?
But I did it longhand,
and I showed my
work and everything.
Uh-huh.
Your assignment demonstrates
a comprehension
of not only algebra,
but also advanced calculus
and chaos theory mathematics.
It does?
Yes, which means,
it was clearly completed
by someone else.
I swear, Miss Wisp.
No other... um, person
did this assignment for me.
Very well,
based on the proficiency
demonstrated in your homework,
This Ph.D.-level equation
should be easy-peasy for you.
( gulps )
Uh, yeah. Sure.
Sure. Here I go.
Walking right
on up to the board.
Mm. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
( squeaking )
Ronald, that's correct.
Cool!
So, sho's up for some snackage
in the cafe?
How about some pie?
Ha-ha. Math pun.
Get it?
With pi, 'cause I... I'm good.
The world has a new prodigy.
There's Aristotle,
Newton, Einstein and now...
Stoppable.
Wait. Hold up. I...
( squishy squeak )
Uh-oh.
( Ron clears throat )
And, um, as you can see,
the rest
is mathematical history.
Can I go now?
Mr. Stoppable, please to explain
your procedure
for finding exponents
in polynomials.
Yeah, I-I could tell you,
but let me just show you.
Keep it up, pal.
I think they're going
to let us go soon.
Wade, I just don't get it.
It's like Ron's been abducted
and replaced by someone...
smart.
Granted, Ron's sudden genius
is a little odd,
but some students blossom late
in their academic careers.
Come on, Wade. This is Ron.
Last night he had
to take off his shoes
to count to 12,
and today he's taking
some genius aptitude test?
Really? How'd he do?
186.
( coughs )
186?! That's 40 points higher
than my score!
That's impossible!
Welcome to my disbelief.
Have Mr. Genius meet me online.
I'll get to the bottom of this.
Something tells me getting close
to Mr. Genius
is not going to be easy.
Sorry, but Ron's time is up.
He's on a very tight schedule.
I am?
Of course.
Ron, your genius is a gift.
A gift you must share
with the world.
( cameras clicking )
Good evening, Middleton.
We begin tonight with the story
of a boy genius
named Ron Stoppable.
After coming out of nowhere,
he's taken the country
and the world by storm.
He's designed the plans
for a new international
space station,
created the world's first
cold fusion reactor
and has even completed
Schubert's
"Unfinished Symphony."
And what does this whiz kid
have to say
about his newfound success?
Um, I just want to pass algebra.
( all laugh )
That's funny.
Trisha Lapowski reporting.
And now, Shego, I shall use
my newly acquired brilliance
to begin the design
of my doomsday device.
( muttering )
Yes, I can feel my brilliance
blossoming.
It's as if my hand
is but a humble servant
to the power
of my advanced mind. Oh!
So, what do you think?
Um, nothing personal,
but it doesn't exactly
scream doomsday
or brilliance.
Hmm.
Nonsense.
It must be so advanced
that your own puny intellect
cannot grasp it.
Here.
Take a look at this one.
A puppy and a
horsey. Cute.
Mm. Mm.
( muttering )
Well, look who's back
from his whirlwind press tour.
Yep, tap into
a little inner genius,
and suddenly everybody
wants a piece.
But enough about me.
What have you been up to?
Saw the sequel to Potential Boy.
It was called Genius Boy.
Good acting, but the plot
seemed a bit farfetched.
Uh-oh.
What is up
with the whiz kid deal?
Well, you know how it is.
I'm a late bloomer, you know?
First with the ladies
and now this.
Did I miss the ladies' bloom?
Hey, Ron, what do you say
we compete
in a little Internet battle
of the geniuses?
Oh, you know,
as much as I'd love to,
I should really be...
There can be only one.
Okay, I guess.
How do we...?
Begin.
Calculate the area
of this four-dimensional,
theoretical object.
Break this DNA sequence
down into its base strings.
Explain Pythagorean's theorem
in relation to exponents,
roots and scientific notation
formulas.
Write a 400-word essay
examining the popularity
of sailor uniforms in
Japanimation and cite examples.
Correct.
Correct.
Correct!
( sighs )
One again, correct.
Well, Kim, he's a genius.
More of a genius
than I'll ever be.
There you are, Ronald.
You're supposed to be
in the auditorium
rehearsing for your press
conference tomorrow.
( sighs )
What's it for again?
You're announcing your cure
for the common cold.
I found it
on your desk the other day
next to your little mole rat.
Great.
Could this get any more wrong?
When did the whole boy genius
miracle start to happen?
Come to think of it,
it was right after
we got back from that lab
in Iowa.
Thanks for the ride, Bernice.
It's the least I could do
after you saved
my artists colony
from that dam break last year.
No big.
It was just like patching up
the cracks
in my fish tank back home,
only it took a lot more gum.
What are you, land developer,
tax collector, sales lady?
Doctor Zaruda, I need
to talk to you
about a device you developed
for the government.
You may be the only person
who actually knows what it does.
Project Phoebus?
Oh, well...
come in.
Okay, Shego...
feast your eyes on this vision
of doomsday genius.
Ooh, try again, Picasso.
Oh, it doesn't make sense!
I was in the chair,
the beam surged,
we all saw it.
Why am I not...
more brilliant?
Brillianter?!
More brillianter?!
Dr. D, check this out.
I'm in front
of the Middleton Mall
where tomorrow morning
resident genius Ron Stoppable
will unveil his cure
for the common cold.
Could this boy be
any more brilliant?
Ron Stoppable?
Help me out.
Kim Possible's dopey sidekick.
Since when is he a genius?!
I'm the one that...
Wait a second.
That boy has my brains
and I want them back.
So let me get this straight.
Project Phoebus
contains the
brain-wave patterns
of the world's most
brilliant scientists?
We all used
to be poker buddies...
Gates, Nash, Salk.
They were all over one night.
I wanted to try out
my new project.
Bing, bang, boom,
the rest is history.
So if someone like,
say, my friend Ron
were to accidentally
get struck by the beam,
it could turn him into...
Unparalleled genius,
but not permanently.
The effects
of the Project Phoebus beam
are only temporary.
I'd give it another two to four
days before it wears off.
Sure I can't tempt you
with some squirrel stew?
Oh, gosh, I, I had it for lunch.
Well, at least that Drakken
fellow didn't get his mitts
on those brain waves.
That much brain power
in the wrong hands
could spell disaster.
Wait a sec.
If Drakken needs
those brain waves,
then he's going to need Ron.
So, this little doohickey here
should reduce
car emissions by...
Well, a lot.
But Mr. Stoppable,
that is your fuel cell equation.
You're pointing
to a time-space theorem.
Right, time-space.
Mm-hmm, you can tell that
by the sideways eight thingy
right over there.
Uh, that's a symbol
for infinity.
Don't you know that?
Are there any other questions?
I have a questions.
Care for a lift?
( all yelling )
Help!
( gasps )
Rufus!
Oh, no.
KIM:
Still nothing?
Wait. We have to find
Drakken's new lair
before he forces Ron
to build him
that new doomsday device.
I know. But there are
more leads I'm checking out.
Stand by.
( crying )
Don't worry, Rufus.
We'll find Ron.
In the meantime,
keep yourself busy.
It'll help take your mind
off things.
Kim, I got a news flash.
Ron's no genius.
What do you mean?
I reexamined
the main security cam for clues.
Check this out.
Wade, what's the big?
That's just Ron writing
an equation.
Sure, that's what it looks like,
but watch when I zoom in.
It's Rufus?
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
So if Rufus is the genius,
then how is Ron going to build
Drakken a doomsday device?
He's not.
So, Kim Possible's sidekick
thinks he can stick his nose
into my business
and steal
my precious brain waves.
Okay, believe it or not,
that's not how it went down.
Shush, boy!
Now is not the time for words.
Now is the time for action.
Well, actually, thought.
Yes, now is the time
for thought,
followed soon after by action.
Ooh, having a garage sale?
You, boy, will use
these supplies
and your stolen genius
to build me a horrific
doomsday device
that will allow me
to conquer the world.
Yeah, you know, sorry
to throw a wrench
into the works,
but it's just not going
to happen 'cause...
Oh, it's going to happen,
because if it doesn't...
( yells )
Okay, so who's up
for a little doomsday device?
KIM:
Don't worry, Wade,
Drakken may have Ron,
but we have the real genius.
( clears throat )
I mean, the other real genius.
( chittering )
Wade, we got a listing:
a recently purchased,
ten-bedroom, 6h-acid-bath lair.
Here's the address.
Is it ready yet, boy?
Uh, it may be another
two or three or 16 weeks.
Now might be a great time
to take that superfreak
singles cruise
you've been thinking about.
That doomsday device
better work.
Otherwise, you'll be swimming
with the fish.
Fish, right?
Or is it fishes?
Fish or fishes.
Well, which is it?
Both are correct plural forms
of the singular word fish.
You're very smug right now,
aren't you?
A little bit.
Okay, then, here it is,
my doomsday device
right here under the sheet here.
Or as they say in France,
mon device de doom.
French.
Show it to me!
Drakken, Shego,
I give you The Mangler.
( gasps )
Well, Mr. Stoppable,
have fun with the fish...
or fishes.
Can't there ever by
a one-story ranch-style lair?
( chittering )
( yelling )
We're too late!
( screams )
( yells )
( grunts )
How did that...?
Did you outfit
my clothes with gadgets
when I wasn't looking?
Mm-hmm. Yep.
Rufus, you are one
rocking mole rat.
K.P.!
K.P.? Don't try
and trick me, boy.
I know Kim Possible
when I see her.
Yeah, the lame outfit
is always a dead giveaway.
( grunts )
Falling bookcases...
Yeah, you'll have
to do better than that.
Suits me.
Suits of armor, that is.
Armors, advance!
RON:
Armor?
What happened
to your regular henchmen?
DRAKKEN:
They're at a wedding.
( laughs )
Jump!
( grunting )
( gasps )
( screams )
( screams )
Don't just stand there,
finish them.
Hey, look, it works!
My doomsday device works!
DRAKKEN ( screaming ):
No!
RON:
Look out!
( grunts )
( Ron yelling )
( engine whine slows )
Nice move, genius.
I am what I is.
Hey!
This isn't over, Kim Possible.
You capture us,
we'll just come back
more evil than before.
Eviler!
More eviler?
Less not-gooder?
SHEGO:
Please stop talking.
'Kay.
Ron:
X =... let's see.
Eight?
You know something,
Potential Boy?
That's actually right.
Hey, hey, hey, come on.
Algebra's cake for a guy
who can build
a doomsday machine.
Speaking of doomsday,
how much detention time
did Miss Wisp give you?
Well, let me put it this way.
On my detention slip
she just wrote
one of those sideways eight,
infinity symbol things.
And what about
our rodent genius?
Has the Phoebus effect
worn off yet?
I'm not sure.
Where is Rufus anyway?
Okay, little smart guy,
there can be only one.
Shall we begin?
Bring it on.
Plot the eliptical orbit
of Jupiter's third moon.
Correct.
Name the four capitals
of the ancient...
Mm, I don't miss it.
Correct.