By wallaceb SSS: Ah, the life of villainy is most exciting, is it not, my son? SSJ: If I want flashing lights, I go to the discotheque. SSS: In moments, the experimental prototype inside will be ours. SSJ: Oh! Could you not simply buy this fancy prototype online? SSS: You and your internet! Some things are best done the old- fashioned way, Junior! Kim: Senor Senior, Sr. SSS: Ah, Kim Possible, my feisty teen nemesis. You complete me. Ron: Don't forget me. SSS: Yes, of course. Ron Stoppable. SSJ: Yeah, I'm not so good with the faces. Kim: Surrender, Senor Senior... Sr. SSS: I must respectfully decline, but well played, Kim Possible. Well played. But the next time, you will not be so lucky. Until then... be well! Ron: Bad man. Good manners. Boy: I came out a green guppy. Girl: Like, a total red ferret. Amelia: Okay, at a fork in the road, you stop. Ron: Kim, I need some advice. "You're about to embark on a journey that will change your life. What snacks would you bring along?" Kim: Don't tell me you got sucked in by this Animology craze. Ron: "Craze"? I think not. Animology is a window into your innermost self. Kim: Ron, it's a lame cross between astrology and a personality quiz. Ron: Not even close. Animology assigns you a color and an animal. It's science, Kim. Kim: Thanks, but I have a life. Ron: It predicts your perfect mate. Tell me you don't wanna know your perfect mate. Kim: Not if he's some... blue baboon! Ron: Don't even joke, Kim. A blue baboon would be disastrous for you. Kim: Ah, I pass on the fad, Ron. Kim: Okay, let's get started.
Bonnie: Do you mind? Some of us are trying to concentrate. SSJ: I cannot wait to unlock my innermost self! SSS: I would prefer to unlock that vault in the weapons research facility. Oh, dear, here comes that pompous... Philippe! Philippe Boullion! Oh, won't you join us for some lunch? Philippe: My pleasure, Senor Senior, Sr. You so rarely make it to the club these days. SSS: I have an active retirement. Philippe: Indeed. I understand your latest hobby is quite unique. SSJ: Father wants to conquer the world. Philippe: Well, who doesn't? But the Billionaire's Club prizes... discretion and obscenely large personal fortunes. SSS: I assure you, Philippe, though my pastime is pricey, I still possess the requisite billions for club membership. Philippe: Of course... We checked. SSS: Then, how can I help you? Philippe: Senor... A member in a melee with an American cheerleader? It reflects, how shall I say? Poorly on the club. SSS: What are you saying, Phillipe? Philippe: That I am revoking your club membership. I'll take that. Bonnie: Amelia! Over here! Amelia: I heard you're a lavendar mouse. I'm a red otter. Major conflict. Ron: I finished the Animology test. Kim: Lemme guess. Blue baboon? Ron: Worse. I'm a pink sloth, Kim. Kim: A pink sloth? Ron: 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! I wonder if they have a pink naked mole rat. Kim: Ron, your stupid book! Hmm... "You arrive at the multiplex, only to find that the movie you've come to see is sold out." Hmm. SSJ: Father, if I was a tree, which tree do you think I would be? SSS: One that would be banned from the billionaire club, Junior. This insult gives me no choice but revenge! SSJ: There are other clubs for the obscenely wealthy. SSS: 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. SSJ: That would require a large freezer. SSS: I was not speaking literally, my son. Or was I? Jim: Let's eat! Mrs. Dr P: What is taking Kim so long? Mr. Dr P: She's working on some big test. Didn't catch the subject. Kim: 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. Mrs. Dr P: Kimmie, aren't you coming down to dinner? Kim: Just start without me, Mom. I'm totally swamped! Mrs. Dr P: What exactly is swamping you? Kim: Animology. It says what kind of person you are. Not that I believe it. It's just for laughs. Mrs. Dr P: Sounds like fun. I'll put your plate in the microwave. Kim: Thanks, Mom. I'll just be a few. Mrs. Dr P: Go to bed, Kim. Kim: Night, Mom. Love you. "A mysterious stranger calls your name. You're most likely to..." I'm a blue fox, Dad. Mr. Dr P: Uh... super. Did you know that the blue fox is a born leader? "Can't resist a challenge, driven to excel... a perfectionist." Mrs. Dr P: That explains the all-nighter. Mr. Dr P: 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. Mrs. Dr P: In a few days, Kimmie will have forgotten all about yellow trouts. This whole Animology business is just a silly teen fad. Mr. Dr P: Hmm... If you say so. So, uh... What are you? Mrs. Dr P: Teal cat. You? Mr. Dr P: Beige raccoon.
Both: Soul mates! Boy: I'm a yellow... bear, which is cool. Amelia: Guess what? That hottie in english is a yellow... rabbit! Ron: You were right, KP, Animology is completely bogus. Rufus: Pah! Bogus! Kim: I don't know if I'd go that... Ron: Because there is no way Ron Stoppable is a pink sloth. Wade: Kim. I got that info you wanted. Kim: Oh, no big. Just give it to me later. Wade: But you said it was the highest priority. "Utmost rush"? Kim: When ever's fine. Ron: No, no, no. Go ahead, Wade. Important news will be a welcome break from this Animology garbage. Wade: Okay, I checked all school databases, Kim, but there's no way to tell who's a yellow trout. Ron: You took the test? Kim: I'm a blue fox. I can't resist a challenge. Ron: I can't believe you are into Animology. Kim: I am not "into" it, Ron. I took the test for laughs. No big. Who's the yellow trout? Ron: So into it. Wade: Still looking, but you did get an interesting hit on the site. From Pop Pop Porter. Kim: Who? Ron: Shame on you, KP. Pop Pop is the genius revolutionized the heat-and-eat snack industry. Wade: Pop Pop's Mini Corn Dogs? Ron: Nature's perfect food. Kim: Have you ever read what's in them? Ron: That would be stupid. Kim: I avoid fried foods. Ron: Never fried! Flash-frozen. Wade: Streaming the video. Pop Pop: I need your help, little lady. Someone stole my state- of-the-art flash-freezing cryovator. Ron: No flash-freezer? That means no mini corn dogs! Wade: No bite-sized goodness? Boys: No!! Kim: Pull yourself together and get me the down-low on this cryovator. Wade: I have this commercial. Commercial: ( Singing ) 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 flavor. That's why they're guaranteed. Pop Pop Porter's mini corn dogs Pop Pop: Flash-frozen flavor, folks. Ron: You gotta love little corn doggie. Kim: Yeah... Okay. We'll need a ride. Wade: Pop Pop's on it. Ron: Dang! That's a big little corn doggie. Pop Pop: Here we are, little lady. The scene of the crime. Kim: Do you smell that? Pop Pop: Are you feeling right, son? Ron: It's too heinous for words. I just love your product! Pop Pop: Don't do that. Kim: It smells so... familiar. Wade, I need an air quality analysis. Wade: Activating olfactory sensors. Pop Pop: The real shame is that these little doggies 'll go to waste, unless somebody eats 'em, and soon. Ron and Rufus: Oh! Kim: Go, Wade. Wade: That smell? Cologne. Very expensive. Custom-blended for an exclusive clientele. Guess who's on the list. Kim: Senor Senior, Jr. Wade: Right. Ron: The Senor's plan is pure evil. Wait until the world is in a mini corn dog famine, then make us pay, pay big. Kim: Senor Senior's after something bigger than mini corn dogs. Ron: What could be bigger than mini corn dogs? Kim: You are such a pink sloth. Ron: One: Animology is bogus, and two: Senior's after corn dogs. Kim: Is not, is not. Look at this lair. He's all about big crimes. Ron: Mini corn dogs. Kim: Crime. Ron: Corn dog. Kim: Crime. Ron! Look! The cryovator. Ron: Snack thief! Kim: Shh! The cologne! Kim and Ron: Whoa! SSS: Ah, Kim Possible. And so our little game of cat and mouse goes on, eh? Ron: Are we the cat or the mouse? SSJ: Mouse. Ron: But we were stalking you. That's cattish, my friend. SSJ: This is a good point. Kim: No, it's not. Ron: Let the corn dogs go, Senor Senior! SSS: Dear boy, this is not about tiny breaded sausages. Kim: Mmm-hmm. Ron: You blue foxes think you know everything. SSJ: Blue fox? You study the Animology? SSS: Oh, please, Junior. Do not start. The time has come to prove my villainous mettle. First, I will flash-freeze you. Ron: You don't need to prove anything to us. SSS: Well, that is very kind, but... it is part of my plan. You understand. Kim and Ron: Whoa! SSS: Next, I will freeze the billionaire's club from which I was so rudely ejected. Ron: You're doing all this just to tweak some other rich guys? SSS: Yes. Wonderful, isn't it? Kim: You can freeze us, but there is no way Pop Pop Porter's little cryovator can freeze an entire building. SSS: Well, actually, it's more of an island. Which is why we studied Pop Pop's cryovation technology to create... this. Kim: That oughta do it. Ron: Do you realize the jumbo mini corn dogs you could flash-freeze with th... Ow! SSS: I will miss our fearsome rivalry, Kim Possible. Come, Junior. Junior! SSJ: Father! I am the yellow trout! Kim: No!! Junior's a yellow trout?! Gross! Ron: KP, don't you think we have bigger problems? Kim: My perfect match cannot be Senor Senior, Jr. Ron: I'm sure you'll be happy together... if he can defrost you! Kim: Rufus! Push the red button! He's too light! Ron: Rufus! Look in my pocket. Scarf 'em! Rufus: Ah! Kim: Hurry, Rufus! Rufus: Oh! Ron: Now I'm cold. Kim: Good little hairless rodent. Ron: Corn dogs rock! Why can't I feel my feet? I've got foot-sicles! Maybe if I...whoa, whoa! Whoa! Kim: We need to find something to get us to the Billionaire's club. Ron: I think we'll manage. Kim: If Animology says that Senor Senior, Jr.'s my soul mate, I say, forget Animology. Ron: Done and done. Rufus! Rufus: Whoa! Ron: Buddy, are you all right? Rufus: Whoo-hoo! Philippe: Well, he knows he's not welcome here. Senor Senior, Sr. won't darken our door again. SSS: Release the tether line, Junior. Junior! SSJ: It says the yellow trout cares only about himself. They make that sound like a bad thing. SSS: Activate the solar panels. Initiate freezer start-up. Philippe: My caviar... ow! SSS: I am revoking your club, Bouillon! SSJ: My perfect match is the blue fox. I'd like to know this blue fox person. Kim: Wade, what have you got? Wade: This giant cryovator's solar-powered. No plug to pull! Kim: So what can we do? Wade: Destroy it? Ron: Follow the money? SSJ: Did we not leave Kim Possible on a conveyor belt to her doom? SSS: Yes. A proper villain always leaves his foe when he's about to expire. SSJ: Why? SSS: Well, it would be bad form just to lull about, waiting for it. SSJ: Why? SSS: Tradition! She's really testing my patience, this Kim Possible. Philippe: Help! Anybody? Kim: I'll get you! Okay, this is gonna get a little warm. Philippe: Yeow!! You wouldn't want to dash in and fetch my caviar, would you? I thought not. Kim: Look out! SSJ: Why did you not just aim the laser at their bodies? SSS: Junior, if you do not understand the traditions of villainy, I have failed as a father. Ron?s voice: You blue foxes think you know everything. SSS: Farewell, Kim Possible. It's been, as you say, a blast! Ron?s voice: You blue foxes... Blue foxes... Blue foxes... SSJ: No!! You must not harm my blue fox! Kim: Get down! SSS: Do you understand why I am angry? SSJ: Kim Possible, you are the blue fox. I am the yellow trout. We are meant to be. We are... soul mates! SSS: Junior! Dating an arch foe is... spitting upon villain tradition. SSJ: But, father! SSS: Back to the lair with you! Tradition dictates we must begin to plot our revenge immediately! Kim: Wow. I think my blue foxiness just saved us. Ron: That was weird. Kim: I guess Animology isn't all bad. Kim: Wade? Wade: Morning, Kim. Did you get the flowers? Kim: Uh, yeah. Wade: There's an e-card. I'll stream it. SSJ: My blue fox, I count the hours until my father's criminal activities bring us near again. Wade: That is so beautiful! Ha! Ha! Kim: And so, yellow trout. Ron: I don't want to hear another word about Animology! Ron Stoppable is no pink sloth! Amelia: Whew! That's a relief. A pink sloth is supposed to be my soul mate. Ron: Soul...?! Amelia! Wait! I'm a textbook sloth! Outcast, follower, socially inept! I smell like corn dogs! We're made for each other!
