Kim Possible: So the Drama Page #5

the stolen prototypes...

but very bright all the same.

What makes you think

Senor Senior stole it?

They left this.

Good day...

unless you're watching this

after dark...

in which case,

good evening.

So Junior.

You are no doubt wondering

why we have taken...

your super-neon-

What are you doing?

A video calling card.

It will be

my villainous trademark.

Have you studied

villainy at all, Junior?

Father!

- What do you make of it?

- Family issues.

My eyes!

- How's it going, Kimmy?

- Usual villain stuff.

I meant the soccer practice.

Uh-oh.

OK, team.

That should be about enough.

Same time tomorrow.

My legs hurt.

I can't even feel my legs.

How are my star players?

You two better

get a good night's sleep.

Tomorrow we go full contact.

Isn't soccer

pretty much no contact?

That's what

the other teams think.

You get one chimorito,

and they give you...

a dozen little packets

of Diablo sauce!

You can't possibly use

all this sauce.

Somewhere there's a landfill

of unopened hot sauce...

and someday I'm gonna find it.

If I put on a uniform...

I could pass as

a tall ten-year-old.

What do you think?

I think it's just a game...

and your natural

competitive Kimness...

has taken you

to a very dark place.

The team needs an edge.

- You're the coach!

- I'm a hands-on coach.

Hands-on soccer... interesting.

Wade, do you think

it's wrong to help my team?

- Like fund-raising?

- Like playing forward.

Then I'd have to say yes.

So... what's the sitch?

Watch this. Junior calls it

his video calling card.

Do you love the nightlife?

Love to boogie?

Then come on over

to Club Lair...

the globe's newest

and hottest disco.

- He loves the camera.

- And the camera loves him.

Club Lair is conveniently

located in Europe.

Drive a little, party a lot.

They shouldn't be hard to find.

Yeah, the map helps.

- What?

- I did not say a thing.

You did. You said, "Hmm. "

I did not mean to say, "Hmm. "

It is your evil disco, not mine.

Good. Now, ready...

steady... go!

Yes, very nice.

But where is the villainy?

Father, please!

I want to do this on my own.

Thanks for the ride,

Mr. Blumberg.

I owe you one, Kim.

I never would've...

gotten around

the world in 80 days...

if you hadn't saved me

from that hurricane.

Anyone could've steered

a hot-air balloon...

through gale-force winds.

I'm just glad Ron was around

to serve as a ballast.

This time I'm staying

inside the basket.

I hope this doesn't

take too long.

I promised the team

I'd do power drills today.

Power drills?

That sounds harsh.

No pain, no gain.

Kim, the team wanted me

to talk to you...

about your coaching technique.

What about

my coaching technique?

Too much technique,

not enough coach.

What's that supposed to mean?

They want to have fun, Kim.

Winning is fun, Ron.

See?

That's your Kimness talking.

Well, I am Kim.

It's just a game...

with small children...

who cry when

they see you coming!

Fine. We'll let the team

decide when we get back.

Going down.

So, you taught

the animals to cha-cha-cha.

Now tell me

your villainous scheme.

My plan is this-

as the funny animals...

dance to

the pounding beat...

the crowd will be inspired

to do the same.

- And then?

- We will party all night long!

Everyone will dance?

That is your evil plan?

And...

I will overcharge

for beverages.

Sorry to break up the party,

Senor Seniors.

What have they done

to Pizzapotamus?

And where's

J.P. Bearymore's banjo?

I'm so sorry...

but tonight

is my grand opening.

It would be most inconvenient

to give up now.

Did you see the thing

with the eyebrow?

Nice touch, no?

Other than wrapping

Pizzapotamus in polyester...

this doesn't seem very evil.

See? What did I tell you?

I'm sorry, my friends...

but this nightclub

is rather exclusive...

and you're not

on the guest list.

The clever threat.

Good, Junior.

Follow through with

a display of violent anger.

- I'm mildly put off at best.

- Throw something!

I just had my nails buffed

for the gala opening.

Junior, this is not a party.

This is not a disco.

This is not fooling around.

Sunglasses indoors?

How stylish!

No longer will you interfere,

Kim Possible.

Now you are under my control.

What have you done, Father?

The intense light

of the super-neon...

is refracted into

a hypnotic pattern...

by the modified disco ball.

You modified my disco ball?

But now they're standing still.

Everyone must dance!

Gotta dance.

Can't stop dancing.

Must boogie. Oh, yeah!

Did I not mention

that the hypnotic victim...

responds to

the first suggestion given?

They dance well

for hypnotized people.

Junior, now is not the time!

Europe's elite

will be here in a few hours.

Yes... to get down

with their bad selves.

No, to be hypnotized pawns...

in our plan

to take over everything.

But that is not my plan!

It is now.

- Ready?

- Whatever.

This is no longer my party.

Junior, you can party

all you want...

when we control everything.

I don't want to control.

I just want to-

No! Do not speak

the "D" word.

Ambassador, so pleased

you could make it.

The crowd

is starting to perk up.

Not for long.

Hello. Europe.

This is Senor Senior, Sr.

I am in command of a disco

filled with fabulous VIPs.

Can you speak up, sir?

The music is awfully loud.

In exchange for these

very important persons...

I demand that you name me

King of Everything!

I'll have someone get back

to you on this.

Kim? Kim!

Can't talk... dancing.

Oh, my gosh!

A hypnotic disco ball?

Help!

Help is on the way, Rufus.

Aw, man!

Now!

You rock, Wade.

Let's get this blackmail

over with...

so the party can start.

Patience, my son.

We are on the verge

of being royalty.

Fine. Whatever.

Then we can all-

Don't say it!

Sorry, Seniors.

Cancel the coronation.

Kim Possible.

You are so resourceful...

unlike some people

I could mention.

Always the put-downs!

But where is the praise?

- Where, Father?

- Now is not the time, Junior.

Senor Senior sounds like

a certain soccer coach I know.

Does he have

too much Kimness now, too?

Not exactly.

He's just a control freak.

You're... well...

Wow, that's weird.

You know, Kim Possible...

the disco ball is not

the only thing I modified.

J.P. Bearymore's gone rogue!

First they take his banjo,

now this?

Attack, my robotic animal pawns.

Not Pizzapotamus!

Ron, we can't let

those innocent people get hurt.

Not to mention

us innocent people!

Can you hack into the system

controlling the animals?

Kim, it's

the most sophisticated...

computer system I've ever seen.

It's a banjo-playing bear.

They took his banjo!

I can't hack the bear.

Let me try the beaver.

Father has made my party

a major drag.

Everybody dance!

Junior, what have you done?

I'm in!

Kim, I took out

the otter and the beaver.

- Sweet, Wade!

- Kim!

Help!

Bear! Bear! Bear!

I'll be right down!

No, Coach Possible...

this is my ball!

Goal!

This is the last time

I let you run the show.

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