By wallaceb Ron: Whoa! So what are the chances they are not after us? Kim: They’re black helicopters Ron, They’re always after us. Head for the fort! Ron: I’m on it. Rufus, wing man me. Rufus: Okay! Kim: Nice color, wrong tube. Take it away Wade. Wade: I gotcha. Ron: Whaaa! Whoa! Nice catch KP! Dementor: Frouline Possible. Ron: Und sidekick. Rufus: And wing man! Kim: Free the Duke Dementor. Dementor: So you want the Duke do you? Ok. Kim: Really? No fighting? Dementor: Unfortunately, my capering crew’s egregious accounting error. A Duke’s ransom isn’t worth half a King’s and the helicopter drones and nano-jet packs, I’m loosing millions. Ron: Nano-Jet packs? Kim: You had to ask? Duke: I say, thanks for dashing to my rescue with such haste. Kim: No big. Ron: Uh-oh, new world crisis? Kim: No worse, we’re late for work. Monique: Hey Kim, how was the mish? Kim: How’d you know? Monique: Mission hair. Kim: Thanks. Is the manager here? I need her to sign my time card. Monique: I can do that for you now that I’ve been promoted to assistant manager! Kim: No Way! Manager: Monique, Club Banana’s chief designer is coming to our store. Monique: Coco-banana here? Manager: Yes! So assemble and dress the manikins quickly for… Coco: Coco-banana is here. Manager: Oh, Mr. Banana what a pleasure. Coco: Hand shake. Coco-banana has brought the new fall designs for the fall collection. Please no faint. Monique: May we gasp? Coco: you may. Monique: The fall collection! Coco: Three quarter sleeves, 3 tunic trim from… last season. Monique: Yes Mr. Banana sir. Coco: Vintage Club B. Coco says props. Monique: Oh thank you. Coco: Come labor force, Coco-banana will unveil the designs. Manager: Um, management only. Monique: Sorry girl, I’ll 411 you later. Manager: Um, confidentiality agreement. Coco: you will say nothing to no one. Kim: Huh, fall collection, I am not jealous. Nope, no jellin here. Ron: Whoa, ok from the beginning KP. You know I’m at work and got nothing but time. Kim: Well, it all stated when Coco-banana… Ron: Sorry Kim, gotta go, the Lemurs are in. Barkin: Stoppable! Ron: Mr. Barkin? Announcer: Price check on Pop Pop Porter’s freeze dried chicken stickletes. Ron and Barkin: 2 for a dollar 99. You work here? Barkin: House wares, 14 years this June. Ron: Pets, 14 hours this week, but but, why do you? Barkin: The gig and Middleton High is just for the benefits. This is my true passion. Ron: House wares really? Barkin: Helping a customer choose between a muffin pan and a mini muffin pan, too beautiful for words. Uh-oh, store manager! Manager: You there! Good close one that price check there. Barkin: Thanks Mr. Stockwell. Manager: No you Barkin, our new employee, the one with promise and potential. A clear candidate for employee of the month. Ron: That would be the bon-digiest! But, but how would that work? Today being the 16th and all. Manager: Ha-ha! And a sense of humor to boot. You are going places son. Announcer: Clean up on isle 12. Code T. Barkin: T… Toxic. He’s right Stoppable, you are going places, mop isle 12, don’t get any on ya. Ron: Yes Mr. Barkin I… hey, just a minimum wage minute, no orange tie, no auhtoritage, Barkin: What are you babbling about? Ron: Management wares orange ties Mr. B, and you, no orange tie. Translation, you are not the boss of me. Rufus: You-ho. Oh school, tea you are the boss of me. Barkin: And you’ll write that 500 times on the chalk board today in detention! Kim: Come on Monique, fall collection. Can’t you sitch me on the hot and the not? Monique: Sorry Kim, I told you, I signed a confidentiality agreement, I can’t spill girl. Kim: We’ll see about that. Update on that contract Wade. Wade: its air tight Kim. Kim: No loop holes? Wade: even if I found one, according to article 35 I couldn’t tell you. Ron: Even the loop holes are confidential. Wade: I can’t comment on that. Kim: Oh! Ron: Full house! A-Boo-Yaa! Now Dixie, sore loser doesn’t exactly say “take me home” Ok, ok, some one needs a T-O. Manager: What is going on over here? Barkin: Clearly the new kid is irritating the stock, the live stock. Little Boy: Mommy mommy! I want an angry gorilla! Mom: Ok darling, let’s get a shopping cart. Manager: Nice sales strategy son. Ron: Well, you know. Some times it just comes to me. Manager: Did you check the roster, you got stock room duty today. Ron: Oh, I thought I was supposed to move these Lemurs? Manager: No need my boy, we are running a special, a free Lemur with every coffee maker. We can’t keep the little fur balls in stock. Barkin, show our star sales man where the stock room is. Barkin: Ha-ha, my pleasure. Right this way… star. Ron: Ah, gee Mr. B, that’s nice of you. Considering you not have an ounce of controlage over me and all. Barkin: Welcome to the jungle. Ron: I have to organize all this stuff? Barkin: Well, for some one on the fast track to employee of the month I’m sure you’ll have it whipped into shape in no time.
Announcer: Price check on cotton saltine dust ruffles. Barkin: 14 or 18 inch drop? I better take this. Manager: Can you believe the yummy colors on the fall coats? Monique: It’s like a rainbow of retail perfection! Kim: You know, I’m pretty good with keeping secrets. In fact, if the safety of the world depends on it, so if um, fall collection? Manager: Uh… not gunna happen. Kim: Huh, then I guess I’ll clock out and pick up Ron. I’m sure he’s got all kinds of new Lemur stories. I wish those were confidential. Monique: Kim, you know you’re not supposed to be in there. Kim! Ron: Inventory Kim, two stories high! Kim: So you sort, you pile, you trash? Like when you cleaned your room. Ron: You promised never to talk of that dark day. Kim: Hey Monique. Monique: Hey Monique? Hey Monique?! Kim: Um, reason for the tude? Monique: I get you a job at my store and this is how repay me? Wade: Uh, guys? Kim: What are you talking about? Monique: Don’t front with me girl, I saw you with my own eyes. Kim: Saw me what? Monique: Leaving the manager’s office, I caught you eyeing those designs. Kim: I did not! Monique: Oh, I guess it was just identical twin right? Wade: Or, Camille Leon. Kim and Monique: Camille Leon? Ron: Isn’t she in jail? Wade: That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. Apparently, she shape shifted into a guard and escaped. Ron: Ok, who didn’t see this coming? Besides the guards? And us. Wade: Ill see if I can uh… hey! Guy: Kim Possible? Kim: Uh, maybe. Guy: Officer Twill and Tweed. We’ll like to ask you some questions. Ron: Ha-ha, what are you, the fashion police? Tweed: Affirmative, and that sports jersey is a serious violation. Ron: You’re writing me a ticket? Rufus: Uh-hu. Tweed: But uh, half cred on the pocket pet, they’re hot this season. Kim: So what’s the drama officers? Coco: My new fall designs stolen! But that would make Coco-Banana a… fashion victim! Tears!
*guy starts to cry* Kim: Camille’s trying to =frame me for stealing the designs. Ron: Nothing spruces up a caper like a little revenge along the way. Tweed: So you deny any involvement in this crime? Kim: Match, the woman you want is Camille Leon. Tweed: The disinherited celebrity debutante? Twill: Best dressed celeb three years in a row according to her style file. Tweed: Check the Crenel and pencil skirt, she’s arresting. Kim: You mean she should be arrested? Camille has those designs, she’ll be looking to sell them. Twill: Copy that, we’ll follow up on the tip, but keeping an eye on you. 682 in progress Tweed: Ugh, knee highs with flip flops. Ron: Okay, even I know that’s wrong. Kim: Wade? Wade: Already on it Kim. You’re ride’s hovering out side. Kim: Where to this time? Wade: The one place Camille can get top dollar for stolen designs, Milan, home of the fashion under ground. Ron: We’re going to Italy! Boo-ya! Kim: I thought Smarty Mart had you on stock room duty? Ron: Oh man, you know way to undo the Bo-ya. Monique: That’s ok Ron, I’ll sub. Kim: Oh, um, thanks but um, I can handle. Monique: Hey, Camille played me too. Kim: I’d love to stay and lecture on the dangers of mission work but Milan calls. Monique: I think that girl just ditched me. Rufus: Thanks. Barkin: Stoppable? Ron: Hey Mr. B. just taking 5. Barkin: Question, just when do you plan on beginning the actual work? Ron: Excuse me? I spent the last 2 sixties organizing this stuff into three piles. Miscellaneous stuff, other miscellaneous stuff and stuff I might want to buy with my discount, 2% off right? Barkin: Stoppable, tip this into your nacho cheese head, every item must be logged and shelved according department, not personal preference. Ron: Ah man, now you tell me! Should not have done that. Ron and Barkin: Ahhh! Ron: Oo! Close one. Thought we were going to be trapped in the stock room. Barkin: Yea, lucky us. That would be much worse than being trapped in a crate! Wade: I can’t let you launch Dr. Fusion, world security is on hand. Just try and stop me dino man! Oh Monique?! Monique: So many levels of wrong. And aren’t action figures a little low tech for you? Wade: Their holograms aren’t complete yet. You won’t tell anyone right? Monique: You get me to Milan and I will keep Dino man and the Purple Pigs of the DL. Wade: Your ride, student parking lot. Ron: Eh-eh-eh there’s no way out Mr. Barkin! Barkin: Stop your squirming Stoppable, and look for a light source. Ron: Well it’s sort of hard to focus when there’s a flash light wedged in your back. Pain! Ow! Barkin: Give me that. Ron: Oh, thanks Mr. B. much better. Mr. Barkin, your stubbleage is… oh how long have we been in here?! Barkin: Oh about 19 minutes. I uh, have to shave often. Ron: How often? Barkin: Uh, 15 times a day. Would you cut the chatter? I need to formulate a plan. Ron: Already got one. Help! Some body help! Barkin: That’s not a plan. Ron: Not the boss of me. Heeelllp! Barkin: No one can hear us man, it’s just you and me, and a cow. Ron: What is all this stuff anyway? Barkin: Appears to be returns. Merchandise that has been returned. Ron: Where does it get returned to? Barkin: To the returns ware house over seas. Wade: Global positioning places the entrance to the fashion underground some where in that building. Kim: As lairs go it’s um… pretty. Twill: Interesting, every time we follow a clue of stolen fashion designs, it leads to you. Why is that? Kim: Because we’re on the same case? Tweed: We’re the fashion police Miss Possible, you can’t pull the marina wool over or eyes. Kim: Good thing, or you wouldn’t see those women their outfits… criminal. Twill and weed: Where?! Twill: I’m going in, cover me. Kim: Gosh, thanks a mill. Monique? I thought we agreed it would be too dangerous for you to be here? Monique: Don’t even try to float the danger boat with me girl, you don’t want me here because you’re jealous that I got to see the designs and you didn’t. Tell me we are not in a sewer. Kim: That’s it! I am officially gha! Monique: I-I Kim, are you even listening to me? Kim: Besides your little surprise, what’s the sitch? What kind of security are we looking at here? Wade: The Fashionistsas use the latest in auto sensory defenses. Kim: The Fashionistas? Monique: You don’t know the Fashionistas? Kim: Should I? Wade: Sending profiles. Monique: Espadrille, Hoodie, Chino, they copy the brand name designer fashions and sell knock offs around the world. They run the fashion under ground. Kim: Oh, uh, sorry. Monique: See missions may be your bag, but fashion you assist. Wade: The Fashionistas will make millions flooding the market with their counterfeit fashion. Kim: All thanks to Camille and her stolen designs. Well, um, Monique, not that I don’t have a plan B, but how would you get us into the under ground? Monique: Camille imitated you, a head back is fair game. Kim: Poppin. Ron: I can’t believe we’re headed over seas. We can head up in a whole other country. Barkin: Stoppable, quit your whining and give me a hand with our base camp. Here, use this trenching shovel and start our herb garden. Ron: Herb garden? Uh, don’t we need like herbs for that? You know and a garden. Barkin: We’ll harvest the soil from our socks. Ron: Uh Mr. Barkin, you felling ok? This crate’s not getting to you is it? Barkin: Of course not! And why do you keep calling me that? Ron: Mr. Barkin? Barkin: He’s Mr. Barkin! Ron: Moo? Espadrille: There, my blog on updating the yoga pad, done and done. Hoodie: Whoa, look whose back. And sporting a new accessory. Kim as [b]Camille:[/b] Is that like our fall collection? Hoodie: First shipment, it’s tomorrow. Espadrille: So many pirates, so little time. Camille: Yo-hoo! Fashion friends! Chino: Camille? Camille: Greets! Just came for more green. I’ve already spent yesterday’s score. Oh that while foreign exchange thingy so confusing. As if I was a mathamagician. Chino: But if you’re Camille. Espadrille: The who is she? Camille: Eh, clearly a poser. They’re a dime a doz, I mean who wouldn’t want to be me? Kim: Props on the look GF, but I am the real Camille. Camille: Please, it took like a life time to perfect this. Nice try wanna be me. But if any one knows a knock off, it’s the Fashionistas. Barkin: Tuesday, 1300, I’m surrounded behind enemy lines. Operation Desert Trout is in danger. Code named Ron Stoppable has crossed over to the other side. Ron: Hey, at least I’m not the one talking into a rubber chicken… eh this time. Barkin: Rubber chicken! Rubber chicken! No Mayday mayday mayday! Ron: I know, not looking good. Monique: Uh what now Kim? Camille: Eh Kim? As in Possible? Kim: Oh very good Camille. Monique: Say girl, my battle skills aren’t quite in abound. Kim: Play to your strengths Monique. Uh, accessorize. Monique: On it. Hoodie: Nice moves Possible. I may design a track suit after you. Kim: Design? Don’t you mean steal? Hoddie: What evs. Camille: Oh please, these will never sell. Monique: New knot, you like? Espadrille: Erg, yes. Hoddie: Cute look, but it needs a belt! Monique: I disagree, the belt, too much. So yea Kim, that whole danger turns out you know your stuff. Kim: So do you. I was jealous you got to see the designs, forgive? Monique: Forgive but um, can we pick this up later? Hoddie: Sorry to crash the kiss and cry, but this is Biz. Kim: And we’re putting you out of it. Monique, the designs! Monique: Kim look out! Kim: Whoa! Monique: Ron? Ron: Monique! Monique: Is that Mr. Barkin? Barkin: Sweet lady oxygen! Breath with me Stoppable! Breath! Twill: Fashion Police, halt! Tweed: Code red, I repeat, code red. Send in immediate reinforcements. Monique: Oh oh sure, now you arrive. Twill: We’re trained in co tour, not combat. Kim: What’s happening Monique? Ron: KP! Kim2: I’ll tell you what’s happening, Camille attacked me. Ron? Twill: They both showed up in the same outfit. Tweed: How humiliating. Monique: Two Kim’s, which one is real? Ron: Hmm, that one! You know I may not know where we are, or what’s going on, but I know my own girl friend. Kim: No Ron, you don’t. Monique: Just a minute, Patton shoes, 100% silk blouse, arrest her! Tweed: Why? I think it works. Monique: Because this is Camille Leon! Your thief. Twill: There’s your color. Camille: But prison is so like… lame! Oh can’t I do house arrest in one of those yummy villas in Tuscany? Kim: Good eye, Monique. Ron: Ok look, the crate trappage may have affected my judgment. I was sitting with a cow! He was talking to a chicken and the… Kim: Hmm-hmmm. Monique: The designs Mr. Banana Sir. Kim: We recovered them in Milan. Coco: Eh, I scrapped these two days ago. I am taking the new fall design in a new direction. Monique: and you believe we went all that way and… Kim: Took on the whole underground just too… Kim and Monique: Tears.
*guy cries* Twill: Sir, step to the wall please. Tweed: You’re charges with multiple counts of atrocious fashion sense. Barkin: Uh, not sure this is accurate, I’m in three in heels. Tweed: Which is count one, and those pumps those toes… Twill: spring calls for strapage, Tweed: Turn to the left. Count two, the boa robe. Twill: Clearly you didn’t pull it off. Tweed: Turn to the right. Twill: Count three the stooge. Tweed: That was so two seasons ago. Twill: Count four, the lamp shade adore. Tweed: Your parents must be real proud of you. Barkin: you realize I don’t normally dress in this manner.
