By Zylaa Kim: Hurry Ron, baby and missing are a bad combination. Ron: Right with ya KP. Kim: Wade, need a DNA scan of the baby�s hair�then an ultraviolet sweep of the nursery. Ron? Ron: Look, I spelled Rufus. Mother: Kim Possible, thank goodness you�re here. Kim: We came as soon as we heard your baby was� right there in your arms? Father: It�s not our baby that�s missing. Mother: No, it�s her� her� Father: Paccie. Kim: You called us for a missing pacifier? Ron: Can�t you just buy a new one? Kim: What up Wade? Wade: Something seriously weird. Kim: Let me guess, a worldwide wave of stolen pacifiers? Wade: Yea! How did you know? Kim: Just a hunch. Mother: Whoever did this�? I said whoever did this left a note. Ron: O-oh look, ransom is spelled out �little booties�. O-oh, that�s adorable, and a-a-plew, dusty. Kim: Not dust, baby powder. Wade: Scan complete Kim, aaand we�re looking at rare baby talc, manufactured in the tiny English village of sheershimsheer. Well, it used to be. Kim: Not anymore? Wade: The baby powder factory has been closed for years. Ron: Uh, sounds dead endish. Wade: Maybe not, look at this. Sheershimsheer is also the home of a nanny-training academy. Oh wait, also closed. Ron: That�s double dead endish. Rufus: Yea. Kim: It�s the only lead we got, better check it out. Ron: Ok, the creepy factor�s in serious over freak here. Rufus: O-o-o-oh. Kim: It�s just an old house, it�s not haunted. Ron: A-ha, it�s a zombie! Old Lady: May I help you? Kim: (To Ron) Not a Zombie� (To Old Lady) Hi, we�re looking for Nanny Maim. Old Lady: I am she. Kim: I�m Kim Possible, and this is Ron Stoppable. Ron: Hey. Nanny Maim: Hay is for horses young man, and do stand up straight. Your posture is atrocious. Ron: Yes Ma�am. Kim: We were hoping to find out about your nanny academy. Nanny Maim: Deary, there hasn�t been an academy here for years. No one needs nannies anymore. At least, not nannies who know how to handle unruly children. Kim: It�s just that we have some questions about the baby powder used to be manufactured here. Nanny Maim: Ohhh, perhaps I can help you with that. Kim: Really? Nanny Maim: Yes. I would suggest you take your questions and� go else�where. Kim and Ron: Huh? Kim: Let�s see if the other locals are friendlier. Ron: uh, I�d settle for not as bone chillingly eerie. Bartender: Welcome to the Cow and Cone. �Ave a pint. Would it be a �and scoop or soft served? Ron: Well, uh I�m a scoop guy myself, pistachio please. Rufus: Me too. Bartender: And �ow about you miss, would you like? Kim: Information. Bartender: Certainly, �appy to �elp. Kim: It�s about the nanny academy. Bartender: Well it was an academy right now. Lovely old place it was. Kim: What happened? Bartender: *sighs* Times miss, same as the rest of sheershimsheer. First the baby powder plant closed, then people stopped hirin� nannies. Ron: And that�s when they went into the zombie business, right? Rufus: O-o-oh. Bartender: What�s he on about? Kim: What about the old woman we spoke to there? Bartender: You spoke to�uh, Nanny Maim? Oh, ah you needn�t worry a tick about her. She�s a lovely woman that one. So to the earth. Wo[b]Man:[/b] A heart of gold, she has. Man: They don�t make �em like they her anymore. Ron: Why would they want to? Kim: What are they looking for? Bartender: Not babies miss, never babies. We like babies �round �ere we do, heh heh. That�s right. Wo[b]Man:[/b] Oh yes, we like babies just fine. But not snoopers like you. Bartender: Per�aps your order should be for take away. Kim: Things are way weird here. Ron: Yeah, pistachio is s�pose to be green. Kim: We need to take another look at that academy. Ron: Ok, but walk slow �cause *munches* once you get passed the purple this is good pistachio. Bartender: Oh�oh, I didn�t tell �em nothing, I swears I didn�t. Kim: Ron, infiltrating, no crunch zone. Ron: Right. *Munches* Woah, there�s chocolate at the bottom, heh-eh. Kim: *sighs* Wade, what have you got? Wade: Nothing I can put my finger on. Infrared shows something in there is using a lot of power, but I have no idea what. Bartender: Ahhhhh!!! Ron: Kim, don�t look. This is possibly the sickest thing I�ve ever seen. Kim: Sicker then the time you put Diablos sauce on pancakes? Ron: MUCH! Kim: Ye-oh, captured by babies. This is a new personal low. Ron: You gotta admit they were cute�until they kicked our butts.Baby: Tbbbbt. Nanny Maim: Apparently, during your last visit, I did not make myself clear. Kim: Oh, it�s very clear. You�re creating an army of super babies, and using them to steal pacifiers. Ron: Ok, now see I was thinking that but when you said it out loud, I-it sounded silly. Kim: I know. Nanny Maim: Your impertinence must be punished�after tea. Excuse me a moment. Kim: I�ll keep her talking, you see if Rufus can free us. Ron: Ok right. Rufus? Rufus! You gotta chew through these ropes. Nanny Maim: So very naughty, trying to muck up Nanny Maim�s plans like this. *sips* Hmmmm, what to do. Kim: You could tell us what this is all about. That�s sort of traditional in situations like this. Nanny Maim: Well deary, back in the day I trained the sternness nannies the world has ever seen, but times changed. A stern nanny was no longer the fashion. Fewer and fewer of my graduates were hired. Finally, nanny had to close her lovely academy for good. Kim: So, this is about revenge? Nanny Maim: Do not interrupt, that is quite rude. Nanny Maim realized you could make more money making children unhappy, then she could making them happy. Ron: Hey, what�s more traditional than greed? Kim: And the um, hench babies? Nanny Maim: These little dears? They show just what traditional Nanning and firm discipline can accomplish. Also, feeding full-size henchmen gets a bit pricey. Ron: Cheap, that�s traditional too. Kim: The good guys getting free while the bad guy explains the plan�also traditional. Nanny Maim: You Americans have some very strange traditions. Ones for which I don�t much care. Get them! Ron: Ron Stoppable is more than a match for any baby. I got a little sis myself, so bring it on. Waaaaa, blah no, I meant one at a time, ahhhh. Kim: How do I fight babies? Ron: How do you not fight them? Ahh, hey, watch the beaks. Nanny Maim: That�s it dearies, make nanny proud. Ron: Ahh! Uh. Man, these are some tough babies. Rufus: eeahh, oh boy. Ron: Hey, that tickles, heh heh. Oh-ho, this is embarrassing. Baby Ron: *giggles* Boo-ya. Kim: Don�t be a baby Ron. Nanny Maim: It�s very bad manners to play with your food. Ron: Wah? Kim: Huh? Nanny Maim: These aren�t like the babies you�re use to. They�re as strong as full grown men. Kim: Well the babies I�m used to� *gasps*. Of course. This isn�t a save the world thing, it�s a babysitting thing. Uh-oh, where did Kimmie go? Nanny Maim: She�s right there. You�re acting...like children. Kim: Peek-a-boo! Nanny Maim: Noooooo. Stop her. Ron: Oh, glad that�s over. Kim: Um, it�s not quite over. How many times did you go through that machine? Ron: Well I lost count, why? Oh, you know I find the giant diaper a delightful change of pace. Mother: *sighs* We finally got her settled down. She�s asleep now. Kim: We recovered the pacifier. Ron, where is it? Ron: Got it right here KP. Kim: *gasps* Ron: Heh-eh, I�ll just wipe it off. Kim: Careful Ron. Ron: Oops, ok no wait I-I got it, heh-eh. Oh don�t worry, don�t worry, there�s plenty more where that came from. How �bout this one? No, ok this one? I think this one�s from France. No? You like pink? Oh come on, everybody likes pink. How �bout this one?
