Kim Possible: So the Drama Page #2

Kimberly Ann Possible!

Dad? Here?

Great. Kim found another

new recruit for the squad.

Daddy, hi!

What are you doing here?

- Where's Ronald?

- Not here.

That hole in

the roof of my car...

really grinds my beans.

I'll be sure

that Ron gets the message-

Wait a second.

He put a hole in your car roof?

He came to the house,

said something about a mission.

What mission?

- Who is behind this?

- It's obvious.

Some villain needs our genius

to help take over the world.

What else could it be?

Gentlemen,

don't flatter yourselves.

There is only one genius

in this room...

and it is I, Dr. Drakken!

Drew?

Drew Lipsky?

Is that you?

No!

He's Dr. Drakken...

and he's in

for a world of hurt!

So, Kim Possible is near.

Oh, yes!

Actually, no.

Wade, Ron's missing.

Can you find him?

Do you think I have him

micro-chipped or something?

Well, do you?

Yeah. Hang on.

And could you maybe

go a little faster?

Kim, it's a school zone!

I purposely programmed you

with a pinch of human emotion...

just so you would be

ashamed of failures like this.

It's slipshod is what it is!

- Slipshod?

- That's right, missy!

And I demand better

from my lackeys!

- Especially the robotic ones!

- Lackeys?

Let's not get testy.

I am a patient man.

You will get another chance.

Go forth and find Dr. Possible!

Why are you after Kim's dad

and his friends anyway?

Payback! For you see-

Wait. Dr. Possible

and Kim Possible are related?

- Duh.

- Don't "duh" me.

Possible is

a very common last name.

- So not.

- So-so, yes, it is.

It's pretty unique.

Enough! I shall prove it!

Where's the phone book?

Park it close.

We shouldn't be long.

Keep your keys, Dad.

He's been hit with knockout gas.

This is bad.

I'll say. They'd better

get this ironed out...

before our big

college reunion this weekend.

Kim, it was Drakken!

Drakken's behind this?

Fine, so in Middleton...

there's only

one "Possible" family.

D'oy!

Kim Possible! And-and-

Her father, Dr. Possible.

There's no way

I can be expected to conclude...

that my arch-nemesis

is the daughter...

of a guy

I went to college with!

Drew? Drew Lipsky?

Wait!

He's the guy from college?

My arch-foe?

He didn't used to be blue,

I can tell you that much.

But I was blue on the inside.

Scorned by my so-called friends.

My... my posse.

But I vowed to prove

my genius to all of you...

and when I got

the reunion invite-

Since you dropped out,

you're not entitled to that.

Indeed!

Exactly why I planned

my own little reunion!

Bebes, return to me at once!

Who's the genius now?

These robots are perfect!

And their sole purpose

is to obey me!

Question-

if we are perfect...

why do we obey

one who is not perfect?

Conclusion-

Drakken is unfit to command.

It's college all over again.

That man cannot build a robot.

He should take up cloning.

Bebes, no! Bad Bebes! Bad!

This is just too weird.

Where did little Kimmy learn

to kick bottom like that?

Cheerleading.

Yes!

Kim!

We got a roomful

of geniuses here!

Can't somebody

come up with something?

- I'm an astronomer.

- Ditto.

And you?

Let the ladies work this out

amongst themselves.

- Wade!

- Dr. Possible?

I need a sonic disturbance.

Make it loud. Ultra-high frequency.

Something to jam

a wireless network signal?

Please and thank you.

Analysis-subject-

Dr. Possible's

attack strategy.

Threat-substantial.

Destroy electronic device.

Dr. P! I'm open!

Hive mind command...

con-con-connection...

lo-lo-lost.

I'll take that as good news.

Now, Kim, you know

I don't approve of violence...

but they are deadly robots.

You go, girl!

Way to go, Kim!

You, too, Dr. P.!

What was that, Ronald?

Way to go, Dad.

What about

your college reunion, Drew?

I'll come to the next one...

when I'm even more successful!

A little help.

I can't believe Drew Lipsky

turned into a mad scientist.

Let alone our daughter's

arch-nemesis.

But my man knew what to do!

Possible, you rock!

Oh, please.

Drakken was so obvious.

I mean, really.

The whole "Bebebe" thing.

The hive mind behavior

was clearly the result...

of a cybertronic linkage through

a wireless control network.

Sure.

Poor Drew. Maybe if we hadn't

laughed at him back then...

there would be one less

mad scientist running around.

The fact that

I was so rotten to you...

that's not gonna

drive you to become...

some kind of mask-wearing

villain, is it?

If I said yes...

would you let me do

my Mad Dog routine?

That's not a good reason

for me to say yes.

I know.

Because you're my best friend.

That's a good reason.

Boo-yah! Mad Dog lives!

Please put

your hands together...

for your

Middleton Mad Dog!

They like him?

Yeah.

Kinda surprises me, too.

And...

Bye-bye.

Let's keep it moving, people!

Stoppable, stow that gear.

Aye-aye, Mr. Barkin!

- My bad!

- Ron!

Sorry, K.P.

I am just totally psyched!

Tell me about it.

It's been so long...

since I've skied without

some crazed henchmen after me.

Naked mole rat good to go.

Look, Ron.

Alan Platt.

He deserves our pity, K.P.

So sad.

The biggest trip

of the school year...

And his parents

are the chaperones.

- Humiliation Nation.

- Tragic.

But better him than me.

- Kimmy!

- Mom?

What's the sitch?

Did I leave something at home?

Not at all, honey.

Your friend Bonnie called us.

The Platts came down with

the flu at the last minute.

So we grabbed our gear,

dropped the boys at Nana's...

and high-tailed it right over.

Wait! You don't mean-

Meet our new ski trip

chaperones! Smiles!

You know,

it just occurred to me...

some people might

find it humiliating...

to have their parents along

on a class outing.

Especially one

with a big photo spread...

in the yearbook.

You did this to me

on purpose, Bonnie!

You are so paranoid.

I think

your parents are... cute.

- What you got there, Dr. P.?

- My homemade snowboard.

- I'm ready for shreddy.

- Excuse me?

Dad's trying to act cool?

I'm doomed.

I know a fun travel game...

that Kimmy used

to love on family trips.

When she wasn't

begging for a rest stop.

- Incredible!

- I know!

Bonnie will pay for this.

No, I mean this.

Check it out, K.P.

We're heading straight

into the lair of the beast.

"The Snowbeast of

Mount Middleton Makes Tracks"?

Right. From the same

hard-hitting journalist...

who broke the Frog Boy story.

I was personally touched

by Frog Boy's struggle...

to fit into a world

that can never truly accept him.

Look at this picture.

It could be anything.

That's why the "Wonder"

is offering $5,000...

for a clear photo of the beast!

You don't really believe

all that hooey, Stoppable?

- Well...

- Thank you, Mr. Barkin.

Some of us have

real issues to deal with.

Like helping your parents

with the sing-along?

- Here we go!

- Join in, Kimmy!

Did you know that Kim has

a beautiful singing voice?

99 bottles of pop on the wall

99 bottles of pop

You take one down,

pass it around

98 bottles of pop on the wall

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