Kim Possible (2002–2007): Season 2, Episode 9 - The Golden Years - full transcript
Dr. Drakken tries to brainwash young people by broadcasting a signal to their MP3 players, but taps into hearing aids instead and recruits an army of elderly people -- including Kim's grandmother.
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♪ Camptown ladies sing this
song, doo-dah, doo-dah ♪
♪ Camptown racetrack's
two miles long ♪
♪ Oh, da-doo-dah-day ♪
Everybody now!
♪ Gonna run all night ♪
♪ Gonna run all day ♪
♪ I bet my money
on the bobtail nag ♪
♪ Somebody bet on
the bay, hey! ♪
And here we are.
Not such a bad ride.
No, those last 16 hours
just flew by.
Well, that's what happens
when you're traveling
at the speed
of fun.
Ronald, thanks for coming
all the way down here
to help us move Kim's
grandma into her new home.
Oh, no prob, Dr. P.
Rufus and I are happy to be here
in the Sunshine State.
KIM:
Only because
you've never actually
met my nana.
Kim, Nana loves you.
I know, I know.
She's just got this weird
overprotective thing.
Overprotective?
Kim, that's, like, standard
grandmothering procedure.
But my nana has a way
of taking it to a
truly critical level.
Critical?
Critical like how?
NANA:
Kimberly Anne Possible.
You can't walk around with your
bellybutton peeking
out like that.
This is Florida, dear,
not Las Vegas.
Okay.
Critical like that.
♪ 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. ♪
( grunting )
( humming )
Oh, Mr. Simmons,
this is my boy and his family.
No time.
I'm in training.
NANA:
Mr. Stanley is the king
of shuffleboard.
How do?
And Mrs. Greenfield
is the queen of knitting.
I made this sweater.
Thank you.
Wool is so comfy...
wen it's 98 degrees.
Now who wants Nana's
famous lemon squares?
I do.
I do.
Okay, I'm going
to get a heat rash.
Kim, I have
a confession to make.
I didn't come down here...
Just to help
to my nana unpack.
Hey.
So what's the real agenda?
A little sun?
A little surf?
No.
A lot of spring break, baby!
Hello, ladies.
Oh, yeah.
Reality paging Ron.
Spring break
is all college students.
Exactly.
College students
who don't know me.
I can start fresh,
a clean slate.
Besides, I've always found
high school girls
to be a bit immature.
No offense.
Begin eye rolling now.
NANA:
Present time, kids.
For Jim and Tim,
the gift of music.
Wow, vinyl.
I've heard about these,
but I've never
actually seen one before.
Let's rip them into MP3 files.
Mm, such clever boys.
And for you, Kimberly Anne,
some lovely sun dresses.
Nana, I'm not really
a sun dresser.
When I'm on a mission...
Oh, Kimberly Anne,
you haven't gotten through
this phase yet?
Phase?
Oh, these missions of yours.
Hip hopping all over
the world on school nights
in those baggy boy's pants.
So not.
Just last week I foiled
this super freak that
tried to flood Canada
with a weather machine.
That's nice, dear.
Nice?
The population of Saskatchewan
thought it was
a little better than nice.
She didn't even
hear you, Kimmie.
I think she
turned down her hearing aid...
She does that.
( cell phone ringing )
Go, Wade.
I'm picking up
a strange high frequency
broadcast
over the Florida coastline,
but I can't pinpoint an origin
or purpose for the signal.
KIM:
Ron and I will check it out.
You realize that this is a waste
of my many talents, right?
Patience, Shego.
Once I beam my obedience signal
into the MP3 players of these
unsuspecting spring breakers...
You will transform them into
your own mind-controlled
private army.
I know, I know.
It always sounds so
foolproof at this stage,
and yet...
You know, I never realized
a single truck operation like
this could be so profitable.
Yes, children, enjoy.
( laughs )
Remind me to order
more snow bank bars.
On a steamy day like this,
those things really move.
KIM:
Man, the signal
is scrabbled.
I'm having trouble
locking it down.
Clean slate.
Where to begin?
Where to begin?
Ron, you're such a froob.
Perhaps, but they don't know it.
MAN:
Yo, yo, yo,
it's a party!
Hey, I'm Ron.
Ron Right, as in Mr. Right.
Froob.
One down, 5,000 to go.
MAN:
The next belly flopper
is representing
from Mass State, y'all.
Woo-ee!
Check out the splash on money.
Do you have a map?
'Cause I think
I'm lost in your eyes.
Uh, Missy, I think
I'm hallucinating,
but this total loser
is trying to hit on us.
Must be sun stroke.
I see him, too.
Wait!
You're not hallucinating.
I'm a real loser.
MAN:
Put your hands
together for the next contestant
on the high dive,
Rufus!
Huh?
Yo!
Banzai!
ALL( chanting ):
Rufus! Rufus! Rufus!
Oh...
Hmm...
( beeping )
Got a lock.
Huh?
Three polar ice missiles,
coming right up.
( gasps )
Kim Possible.
( tires squeal )
Oh, bless you.
No big.
Pedal to the metal, Shego!
She's gaining.
Come and get it.
Wait! Not the fruity lickies.
That's our number one
best seller.
( cheering )
( gasps )
( tires screeching )
I think we shook her.
Gotcha.
Kimberly, hon.
Whoa!
( grunts )
Stop this whooshing
around this instant
before you get hurt.
( gasps )
Nana, you let them get away.
I was only making certain
that you weren't hurt, dear.
I mean, aren't there people
who are trained
to handle those hooligans?
Yes, me.
I handle hooligans all the time.
It's what I do.
I know, dear.
You're a teen.
It's natural to want to rebel.
I am not rebelling.
I'm the opposite of rebelling.
I'm off to bed.
Night, Kimberly Anne.
Night, Nana.
I know how Nana can be, Kimmie,
but she means well.
She's just so, so... old.
It's like
she's from another planet
or something.
You know what might
take your mind off things?
A good game of Strategories.
Strategories.
Strategories.
BOTH:
Score.
I call the race car.
DRAKKEN:
Now that my signal
has infected
every MP3 player
within a hundred miles,
I shall activate the mind
control and summon my army
of spring breaking teens.
Let me guess, that's
just the beginning.
You will then...
( angrily muttering )
I will then launch a satellite
that will create a worldwide
population of teen zombies.
And with them,
I shall take over the world!
( laughs )
( laughing continues )
Shego, remind me to order
more fruity lickies as well.
SHEGO:
You're working
with high confidence
here, Dr. D.
Trust me, Shego.
This plan is
totally off the heezy.
Beg pardon?
Off the hook.
It's raw.
Tookin'. Chilly. Poppin'.
Tight. Mint.
It's very, very good,
all right?!
Look, I need to beef up
on my teen language skills
if I'm going to kick it
with my new army.
You are so hip.
Word. Now let's get this party
started old school, yo.
( soft whirring )
I'll take science
and nature for the block.
I'm going out for some air.
Okay, Mom.
SHEGO:
Huh.
Shouldn't Generation Y
be here by now?
What's taking them so long?
Yeah, maybe your plan
wasn't quite as off the heezy
as you thought.
Shut!
I'm picking up movement.
They're coming.
Behold my army of youth.
( groans )
Who are you?
Your army reporting for duty.
( laughing )
This? This is your
army of youth?!
I think you missed
by about 50 years, Doc.
The signals must not have been
properly tuned
into the MP3 frequency.
But then what am I tapping into?
Er, what say?
Well done.
Tapped into the hearing aid
frequency, Dr. D.
What am I supposed to do
with an army of retired people?
Ooh, lemon squares.
You can have them
buy you discount tickets
for the movies.
Mmm, ah. These lemon squares
are scrump-dilly-ishus.
You know what?
They're here, they're zombies.
Might as well see
what we can do with 'em.
( muffled ):
Okay, follow me.
Impressive.
I wonder
if they can sell ice cream.
Kim, go wake Nana
so we can go out to breakfast.
Can do.
( yawns )
Hmm?
Nana, we're going to breakfast.
It's a buffet.
Nana? What?
Oh, is that the remote
for the TV?
Silly me.
RON:
Thanks for bringing us here,
Doctors P-squared.
This place rules so hard...
almost makes up for yesterday's
spring breakage setback.
Not having much luck
with the whole fresh start?
You know, it's amazing.
In one short day,
I managed to earn
the socially-challenged rep
that took me a lifetime
to cultivate back home.
Rufus, on the other hand,
was named honorary mascot
of five different sororities.
Mm-hmm!
( beeping )
What do you got, Wade?
A bunch of high-tech robberies
last night,
all in your area.
High-tech robberies.
Naw, can't be.
Not Nana.
Ron and I are on it, Wade.
What are those?
( electrical static )
Knitting needles?
( gasps )
Hmm.
( Rufus chittering )
Hmm.
I don't know what it is,
but we'll take some
and get it analyzed.
Bag it, Rufus.
Okay.
You're still planning to go
through with your plan?
Why not?
Anyone could use an army of
teens to take over the world.
It takes a true visionary
to do it with an army
of senior citizens.
I dare say my plan is more off
the heezy than ever before.
If you say so.
( laughing maniacally )
It works! It works!
( laughs )
Now we just need to complete
the launch pad.
Shego, my mature zombie army
still has much to offer.
And there's no
substitute for wisdom
and experience.
Life begins at 65, you know.
Where are you getting
this stuff, anyway?
Read these brochures, Shego.
They'll rock your world.
Rufus, since you're,
you know, chillin'
down here
if I hang out with you
that makes me chill, too, right?
Hmm. Nope.
But you're still going to help
me with the ladies, won't you?
I need to chill.
Hmm.
Perhaps a gigante naco
might help make up your mind.
Mmm. Naco. Mmm, okay.
Wade, see if you can
analyze this evidence.
Kimberly Ann,
I'm very disappointed
that you haven't taken
my advice.
If you're looking for excitement
why not ballroom dancing?
Huh?
I'm going out for some air.
( gasps )
( rapid beeping )
Hey, the scan wasn't complete.
Never mind, Wade.
I know what it is.
This is so wrong.
Wade, got anything on an old
deserted gator farm?
WADE:
Checking.
Drakken?
My nana and Drakken?
Okay, we're over
the weird limit here.
( gasps )
Hey, wait!
Way over the weird limit.
( beeping )
WADE:
Kim?
( beeping )
Kim? Kim?
I'm switching
to remote manual control.
( whirring )
Gotcha.
Well done, oldsters.
Feeding time, Kim Possible.
( growls )
They came with the lair.
Isn't that great?
( whirring )
Oh, my gosh!
( playing rock riff )
( playing rock and roll )
( cheering )
Hey, I'm Ron.
And that's R to the O
to the hizzy.
Yup, yup.
Gross.
Oh, harsh.
That's L to the O
to the hizzer.
Oh, come on.
What about my clean slate?
WADE:
Ron.
Wade?
How did you find me?
D... did you have me
microchipped or something?
Uh, that's not important now.
Drakken's got Kim at a gator
farm just north of Chez Leisure.
I'm on it, Wade.
DRAKKEN:
Poor Kim Possible.
Too bad you won't be around
to see me control the minds
of the world's
elderly population.
Which, by the way,
is growing at 10% each year.
Well, mystery signal solved.
Indeed, we had a rough patch
at the get-go,
but I'm quite pleased
with how it's worked out.
The rocket to carry my satellite
into orbit is ready.
A little something I borrowed
from the Cape.
Rufus,
come on!
Hmm?
My fans.
( cheers and applause )
Ooh! An idea.
Extra... Party with Rufus.
Here, take a map.
DRAKKEN:
Five minutes to launch.
Oh!
Nana, it's me, Kim.
Kimberly Ann?
Uh, don't you want to, you know,
lecture me or something?
Wait.
That's Kim Possible's nana?
( laughing )
It's a zippety-do-dah day.
You know, you really should
get that lemon square recipe
from her.
They're to die for.
Any-hoo, Shego, feed the gators.
( high-pitched whirring )
( grunts )
( grunts )
( grunts )
( growling )
DRAKKEN:
No, Shego.
This is
a family matter.
Nana, destroy little
Kimberly Ann Possible.
That's really low.
You know
I can't hit my own grandmother.
Oh, don't worry.
She'll be hitting you.
As if.
When your nana was your age,
she trained
with the Shaolin Monks
to perfect the ancient art
of Pain-lane-chung kung fu.
Hold up.
Are you telling me
that Nana, my nana,
is some kind of...
( grunts )
( gasps )
( cracks bones )
She then became a top aviatrix
and was the first woman
to successfully complete
the Navy's
underwater demolition
training program.
Nana?
You really don't know very much
about her, do you?
( grunting )
( gasps )
DRAKKEN:
Your nana is a bad
grandmother...
Shut your mouth.
I'm just talking about Nana.
It runs in the family.
( grunts )
No!
The mind control signal!
Hmm?
Oh, where... where are we?
What am I doing here?
Kimberly?
I'll explain it all
to you later, Nana.
We're in the evil lair
of Dr. Drakken.
Evil lair?
You haven't gone
and gotten yourself
in some kind of
danger, have you, dear?
Oh, she's in danger, all right.
You'll have to go
through me first.
MAN:
You'll have to go through
all of us, missy.
( grunts )
( yells )
( groans )
Ha! 200 points!
Can't we talk this over?
Not in the face!
( grunts )
Ooh, gross.
Shego!
You're too late.
Nothing can stop me now.
MAN:
Party!
( all talking and laughing )
Oh, snack.
Let's get it jumpin'
in here, y'all.
Okay.
Ron Stoppable in the house!
Whoo!
Ron Stoppable off the heezy.
I'm it. I'm chillin'.
Do the robot.
Do the robot.
Whoo, whoo.
♪ Summertime guys ♪
♪ School is out,
the sun is shining ♪
♪ Summertime guys ♪
♪ I think I want
to make you mine and ♪
♪ Nothing like the feeling
that you get inside ♪
♪ Looking in the eyes ♪
♪ Of summertime guys... ♪
Nana, Drakken's getting away.
♪ The sun is shining... ♪
Nana Possible,
you think
your lemon squares are all that,
but they're not!
( karate yells )
Come on, Kimberly Ann,
get your head in the game.
Huh, nice moves, Nana.
How about two out of three?
Time to
hit the highway, Kim.
Oh, thank you
for rescuing us, dear.
I'm so proud of you.
Not as proud
as I am of you, Nana.
( beeping )
Wade, what's the sitch?
A group of giant mutant spiders
are threatening a village
in Guam.
Saddle up, boys.
We're off.
Bye. I'll catch
you guys back home.
If you're going to Guam,
you'll need to wear
extra sunscreen.
I was stationed there in '62.
Now...
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♪ Camptown ladies sing this
song, doo-dah, doo-dah ♪
♪ Camptown racetrack's
two miles long ♪
♪ Oh, da-doo-dah-day ♪
Everybody now!
♪ Gonna run all night ♪
♪ Gonna run all day ♪
♪ I bet my money
on the bobtail nag ♪
♪ Somebody bet on
the bay, hey! ♪
And here we are.
Not such a bad ride.
No, those last 16 hours
just flew by.
Well, that's what happens
when you're traveling
at the speed
of fun.
Ronald, thanks for coming
all the way down here
to help us move Kim's
grandma into her new home.
Oh, no prob, Dr. P.
Rufus and I are happy to be here
in the Sunshine State.
KIM:
Only because
you've never actually
met my nana.
Kim, Nana loves you.
I know, I know.
She's just got this weird
overprotective thing.
Overprotective?
Kim, that's, like, standard
grandmothering procedure.
But my nana has a way
of taking it to a
truly critical level.
Critical?
Critical like how?
NANA:
Kimberly Anne Possible.
You can't walk around with your
bellybutton peeking
out like that.
This is Florida, dear,
not Las Vegas.
Okay.
Critical like that.
♪ 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. ♪
( grunting )
( humming )
Oh, Mr. Simmons,
this is my boy and his family.
No time.
I'm in training.
NANA:
Mr. Stanley is the king
of shuffleboard.
How do?
And Mrs. Greenfield
is the queen of knitting.
I made this sweater.
Thank you.
Wool is so comfy...
wen it's 98 degrees.
Now who wants Nana's
famous lemon squares?
I do.
I do.
Okay, I'm going
to get a heat rash.
Kim, I have
a confession to make.
I didn't come down here...
Just to help
to my nana unpack.
Hey.
So what's the real agenda?
A little sun?
A little surf?
No.
A lot of spring break, baby!
Hello, ladies.
Oh, yeah.
Reality paging Ron.
Spring break
is all college students.
Exactly.
College students
who don't know me.
I can start fresh,
a clean slate.
Besides, I've always found
high school girls
to be a bit immature.
No offense.
Begin eye rolling now.
NANA:
Present time, kids.
For Jim and Tim,
the gift of music.
Wow, vinyl.
I've heard about these,
but I've never
actually seen one before.
Let's rip them into MP3 files.
Mm, such clever boys.
And for you, Kimberly Anne,
some lovely sun dresses.
Nana, I'm not really
a sun dresser.
When I'm on a mission...
Oh, Kimberly Anne,
you haven't gotten through
this phase yet?
Phase?
Oh, these missions of yours.
Hip hopping all over
the world on school nights
in those baggy boy's pants.
So not.
Just last week I foiled
this super freak that
tried to flood Canada
with a weather machine.
That's nice, dear.
Nice?
The population of Saskatchewan
thought it was
a little better than nice.
She didn't even
hear you, Kimmie.
I think she
turned down her hearing aid...
She does that.
( cell phone ringing )
Go, Wade.
I'm picking up
a strange high frequency
broadcast
over the Florida coastline,
but I can't pinpoint an origin
or purpose for the signal.
KIM:
Ron and I will check it out.
You realize that this is a waste
of my many talents, right?
Patience, Shego.
Once I beam my obedience signal
into the MP3 players of these
unsuspecting spring breakers...
You will transform them into
your own mind-controlled
private army.
I know, I know.
It always sounds so
foolproof at this stage,
and yet...
You know, I never realized
a single truck operation like
this could be so profitable.
Yes, children, enjoy.
( laughs )
Remind me to order
more snow bank bars.
On a steamy day like this,
those things really move.
KIM:
Man, the signal
is scrabbled.
I'm having trouble
locking it down.
Clean slate.
Where to begin?
Where to begin?
Ron, you're such a froob.
Perhaps, but they don't know it.
MAN:
Yo, yo, yo,
it's a party!
Hey, I'm Ron.
Ron Right, as in Mr. Right.
Froob.
One down, 5,000 to go.
MAN:
The next belly flopper
is representing
from Mass State, y'all.
Woo-ee!
Check out the splash on money.
Do you have a map?
'Cause I think
I'm lost in your eyes.
Uh, Missy, I think
I'm hallucinating,
but this total loser
is trying to hit on us.
Must be sun stroke.
I see him, too.
Wait!
You're not hallucinating.
I'm a real loser.
MAN:
Put your hands
together for the next contestant
on the high dive,
Rufus!
Huh?
Yo!
Banzai!
ALL( chanting ):
Rufus! Rufus! Rufus!
Oh...
Hmm...
( beeping )
Got a lock.
Huh?
Three polar ice missiles,
coming right up.
( gasps )
Kim Possible.
( tires squeal )
Oh, bless you.
No big.
Pedal to the metal, Shego!
She's gaining.
Come and get it.
Wait! Not the fruity lickies.
That's our number one
best seller.
( cheering )
( gasps )
( tires screeching )
I think we shook her.
Gotcha.
Kimberly, hon.
Whoa!
( grunts )
Stop this whooshing
around this instant
before you get hurt.
( gasps )
Nana, you let them get away.
I was only making certain
that you weren't hurt, dear.
I mean, aren't there people
who are trained
to handle those hooligans?
Yes, me.
I handle hooligans all the time.
It's what I do.
I know, dear.
You're a teen.
It's natural to want to rebel.
I am not rebelling.
I'm the opposite of rebelling.
I'm off to bed.
Night, Kimberly Anne.
Night, Nana.
I know how Nana can be, Kimmie,
but she means well.
She's just so, so... old.
It's like
she's from another planet
or something.
You know what might
take your mind off things?
A good game of Strategories.
Strategories.
Strategories.
BOTH:
Score.
I call the race car.
DRAKKEN:
Now that my signal
has infected
every MP3 player
within a hundred miles,
I shall activate the mind
control and summon my army
of spring breaking teens.
Let me guess, that's
just the beginning.
You will then...
( angrily muttering )
I will then launch a satellite
that will create a worldwide
population of teen zombies.
And with them,
I shall take over the world!
( laughs )
( laughing continues )
Shego, remind me to order
more fruity lickies as well.
SHEGO:
You're working
with high confidence
here, Dr. D.
Trust me, Shego.
This plan is
totally off the heezy.
Beg pardon?
Off the hook.
It's raw.
Tookin'. Chilly. Poppin'.
Tight. Mint.
It's very, very good,
all right?!
Look, I need to beef up
on my teen language skills
if I'm going to kick it
with my new army.
You are so hip.
Word. Now let's get this party
started old school, yo.
( soft whirring )
I'll take science
and nature for the block.
I'm going out for some air.
Okay, Mom.
SHEGO:
Huh.
Shouldn't Generation Y
be here by now?
What's taking them so long?
Yeah, maybe your plan
wasn't quite as off the heezy
as you thought.
Shut!
I'm picking up movement.
They're coming.
Behold my army of youth.
( groans )
Who are you?
Your army reporting for duty.
( laughing )
This? This is your
army of youth?!
I think you missed
by about 50 years, Doc.
The signals must not have been
properly tuned
into the MP3 frequency.
But then what am I tapping into?
Er, what say?
Well done.
Tapped into the hearing aid
frequency, Dr. D.
What am I supposed to do
with an army of retired people?
Ooh, lemon squares.
You can have them
buy you discount tickets
for the movies.
Mmm, ah. These lemon squares
are scrump-dilly-ishus.
You know what?
They're here, they're zombies.
Might as well see
what we can do with 'em.
( muffled ):
Okay, follow me.
Impressive.
I wonder
if they can sell ice cream.
Kim, go wake Nana
so we can go out to breakfast.
Can do.
( yawns )
Hmm?
Nana, we're going to breakfast.
It's a buffet.
Nana? What?
Oh, is that the remote
for the TV?
Silly me.
RON:
Thanks for bringing us here,
Doctors P-squared.
This place rules so hard...
almost makes up for yesterday's
spring breakage setback.
Not having much luck
with the whole fresh start?
You know, it's amazing.
In one short day,
I managed to earn
the socially-challenged rep
that took me a lifetime
to cultivate back home.
Rufus, on the other hand,
was named honorary mascot
of five different sororities.
Mm-hmm!
( beeping )
What do you got, Wade?
A bunch of high-tech robberies
last night,
all in your area.
High-tech robberies.
Naw, can't be.
Not Nana.
Ron and I are on it, Wade.
What are those?
( electrical static )
Knitting needles?
( gasps )
Hmm.
( Rufus chittering )
Hmm.
I don't know what it is,
but we'll take some
and get it analyzed.
Bag it, Rufus.
Okay.
You're still planning to go
through with your plan?
Why not?
Anyone could use an army of
teens to take over the world.
It takes a true visionary
to do it with an army
of senior citizens.
I dare say my plan is more off
the heezy than ever before.
If you say so.
( laughing maniacally )
It works! It works!
( laughs )
Now we just need to complete
the launch pad.
Shego, my mature zombie army
still has much to offer.
And there's no
substitute for wisdom
and experience.
Life begins at 65, you know.
Where are you getting
this stuff, anyway?
Read these brochures, Shego.
They'll rock your world.
Rufus, since you're,
you know, chillin'
down here
if I hang out with you
that makes me chill, too, right?
Hmm. Nope.
But you're still going to help
me with the ladies, won't you?
I need to chill.
Hmm.
Perhaps a gigante naco
might help make up your mind.
Mmm. Naco. Mmm, okay.
Wade, see if you can
analyze this evidence.
Kimberly Ann,
I'm very disappointed
that you haven't taken
my advice.
If you're looking for excitement
why not ballroom dancing?
Huh?
I'm going out for some air.
( gasps )
( rapid beeping )
Hey, the scan wasn't complete.
Never mind, Wade.
I know what it is.
This is so wrong.
Wade, got anything on an old
deserted gator farm?
WADE:
Checking.
Drakken?
My nana and Drakken?
Okay, we're over
the weird limit here.
( gasps )
Hey, wait!
Way over the weird limit.
( beeping )
WADE:
Kim?
( beeping )
Kim? Kim?
I'm switching
to remote manual control.
( whirring )
Gotcha.
Well done, oldsters.
Feeding time, Kim Possible.
( growls )
They came with the lair.
Isn't that great?
( whirring )
Oh, my gosh!
( playing rock riff )
( playing rock and roll )
( cheering )
Hey, I'm Ron.
And that's R to the O
to the hizzy.
Yup, yup.
Gross.
Oh, harsh.
That's L to the O
to the hizzer.
Oh, come on.
What about my clean slate?
WADE:
Ron.
Wade?
How did you find me?
D... did you have me
microchipped or something?
Uh, that's not important now.
Drakken's got Kim at a gator
farm just north of Chez Leisure.
I'm on it, Wade.
DRAKKEN:
Poor Kim Possible.
Too bad you won't be around
to see me control the minds
of the world's
elderly population.
Which, by the way,
is growing at 10% each year.
Well, mystery signal solved.
Indeed, we had a rough patch
at the get-go,
but I'm quite pleased
with how it's worked out.
The rocket to carry my satellite
into orbit is ready.
A little something I borrowed
from the Cape.
Rufus,
come on!
Hmm?
My fans.
( cheers and applause )
Ooh! An idea.
Extra... Party with Rufus.
Here, take a map.
DRAKKEN:
Five minutes to launch.
Oh!
Nana, it's me, Kim.
Kimberly Ann?
Uh, don't you want to, you know,
lecture me or something?
Wait.
That's Kim Possible's nana?
( laughing )
It's a zippety-do-dah day.
You know, you really should
get that lemon square recipe
from her.
They're to die for.
Any-hoo, Shego, feed the gators.
( high-pitched whirring )
( grunts )
( grunts )
( grunts )
( growling )
DRAKKEN:
No, Shego.
This is
a family matter.
Nana, destroy little
Kimberly Ann Possible.
That's really low.
You know
I can't hit my own grandmother.
Oh, don't worry.
She'll be hitting you.
As if.
When your nana was your age,
she trained
with the Shaolin Monks
to perfect the ancient art
of Pain-lane-chung kung fu.
Hold up.
Are you telling me
that Nana, my nana,
is some kind of...
( grunts )
( gasps )
( cracks bones )
She then became a top aviatrix
and was the first woman
to successfully complete
the Navy's
underwater demolition
training program.
Nana?
You really don't know very much
about her, do you?
( grunting )
( gasps )
DRAKKEN:
Your nana is a bad
grandmother...
Shut your mouth.
I'm just talking about Nana.
It runs in the family.
( grunts )
No!
The mind control signal!
Hmm?
Oh, where... where are we?
What am I doing here?
Kimberly?
I'll explain it all
to you later, Nana.
We're in the evil lair
of Dr. Drakken.
Evil lair?
You haven't gone
and gotten yourself
in some kind of
danger, have you, dear?
Oh, she's in danger, all right.
You'll have to go
through me first.
MAN:
You'll have to go through
all of us, missy.
( grunts )
( yells )
( groans )
Ha! 200 points!
Can't we talk this over?
Not in the face!
( grunts )
Ooh, gross.
Shego!
You're too late.
Nothing can stop me now.
MAN:
Party!
( all talking and laughing )
Oh, snack.
Let's get it jumpin'
in here, y'all.
Okay.
Ron Stoppable in the house!
Whoo!
Ron Stoppable off the heezy.
I'm it. I'm chillin'.
Do the robot.
Do the robot.
Whoo, whoo.
♪ Summertime guys ♪
♪ School is out,
the sun is shining ♪
♪ Summertime guys ♪
♪ I think I want
to make you mine and ♪
♪ Nothing like the feeling
that you get inside ♪
♪ Looking in the eyes ♪
♪ Of summertime guys... ♪
Nana, Drakken's getting away.
♪ The sun is shining... ♪
Nana Possible,
you think
your lemon squares are all that,
but they're not!
( karate yells )
Come on, Kimberly Ann,
get your head in the game.
Huh, nice moves, Nana.
How about two out of three?
Time to
hit the highway, Kim.
Oh, thank you
for rescuing us, dear.
I'm so proud of you.
Not as proud
as I am of you, Nana.
( beeping )
Wade, what's the sitch?
A group of giant mutant spiders
are threatening a village
in Guam.
Saddle up, boys.
We're off.
Bye. I'll catch
you guys back home.
If you're going to Guam,
you'll need to wear
extra sunscreen.
I was stationed there in '62.
Now...