Kim: It's criminal! Someone at Club Banana is in major style denial! Now this is me! Come to...
Wade: Kim, I have bad news!
Kim: No kidding. I can not afford this jacket.
Wade: I know. I pulled up your bank account. You are broke! But that's not the bad news.
Kim: Apparently the bad news is that my friend who runs my website is hacking into my account! Have you peeked up my diary?
Wade: Of course not! Anyway, the bad news is that your arch foe, Dr. Drakken, has escaped from prison!
Kim: That's major bad!
Wade: Almost as bad as last week at school when you used the boys' room by accident!
Kim: Wade, nobody saw that! You have been reading my
Wade: Good luck on the mission! Bye!
Drill Operator: 1,000 feet. Lasers steady. Easy! Easy! Mother of pearl, man! You scared me half to death!
Drakken: Only half?
Kim: Thanks for the lift, Akut.
Akut: No problem, Kim Possible. You saved my life. It's the least I can do to thank you.
Kim: It was just an itty bitty iceberg. So not the drama!
Ron: I'm snow-blind!
Kim: Ron, you're supposed to be looking for signs of Drakken!
Ron: Oh! OK, that looks suspicious to me.
Kim: Thank you, Captain Obvious. Keep your eyes open for any...
Ron: Shego! The mad scientist's mad assistant.
Ron: Whoa! Oh! Don't eat it, Rufus! It could be... Mmmm. Bacony!
Kim: Nice jacket! Club Banana?
Shego: The very latest!
Kim: Get a lifestyle, Shego! Green is the new black.
Shego: And this advice comes to us from a fashion-don't in fleece! It's gonna blow the pipeline, Kimmie, and you're skin definitely doesn't need more oil.
Drakken: Pity on you, Kim Possible! Well done, Shego. Phase one is complete.
Ron: Here I come, KP! Ahhhh!
Rufus: Ah! Ah! Ah!
Mr. Dr P: Mmm, that won't do.
Kim: Morning, Dad.
Mr. Dr P: Good morning! How's my teen hero.
Kim: Moderately bummed. Drakken got away.
Mr. Dr P: Well, I'm sure you'll get him next time. These launch vectors are all wrong!
Kim: So, Daddy, what do you think of this jacket? For me? Just because.
Mr. Dr P: Cost value ratio aside, Kimmie, don't you already have a functional coat?
Kim: its a good thing fashion sense isn't genetic! My jacket from last season! It's red!
Mr. Dr P: Didn't you say red was the new black.
Kim: Red's dead, Dad. Green is the new black.
Kim: Jim, Tim, I'm working here.
Jim: So are we!
Tim: Dad, what's the combustion temperature of the fuel you developed?
Mr. Dr P: 47 degrees Celsius, Tim. Why?
Jim: Er, no special reason.
Tweebs: Er, gotta go!
Mr. Dr P: You know, Kim. Your predicament reminds me of the time I applied for funding of a new propulsion system. The university told me money doesn't grow on trees! Well, I told them money's made of paper and paper comes from
trees so in point of fact money does grow on trees.
Kim: And this relates to me how?
Mr. Dr P: Not sure exactly. But no new jacket.
Mrs. Dr P: Morning, Kimmie. Cute jacket!
Kim: Thank you! Can you explain that to Dad who incorrectly believes that I don't need it.
Mrs. Dr P: Sorry, baby I'm due at the hospital. But if you need it... I have a suggestion.
Kim: A job?! At Bueno Nacho?!
Mr. Dr P: That's the way forward!
Kim: Between a rocket scientist and a brain surgeon, the best idea you people can come up with minimum wage?
Mrs. Dr P: You practically live there anyway.
Kim: Come on, Ron! We practically live here anyway.
Ron: Kim, never work where you food.
Kim: It's the only way! The rents' for totally neg on just buying me the jacket.
Ron: Did you try the puppy-dog pout?
Kim: No affect. If I want the jacket I have to earn it.
Kim: What are you eating?
Ron: Taco meets nacho. I call it the naco!
Kim: I call it gross beyond reason.
Ron: Do you want some?
Kim: You know, Ron, restaurants don't exactly welcome pets.
Ron: Rufus isn't a pet! He's family!
Kim: The rodent family!
Ron: Sorry, buddy.
Kim: I did a math. Two weeks of drudge work and I'm in green leather!
Ned: Ah Miss Possible? I'm Ned, assistant manager here, Bueno Nacho, number 582.
Kim: Hola, amigo!
Ned: Your bilingual wiles will hold no sway with me, Miss Possible. I am management.
Ron: Is that a clip-on tie, Ned?
Ned: For quick removal in the event of a grease fire. When can you start?
Kim: Born ready, sir!
Ned: And you?
Ron: Me what?
Ned: Isn't it your application, Mr... er a Stoppable?
Ron: What?! I didn't... You didn't!
Kim: It'll be more fun if we both work here!
Ron: Oh, no! No! No, not the puppy-dog pout!
Ned: Bueno Nacho SOP.
Kim: Excuse me?
Ned: Standard operating procedures. Learn them, know them and live them.
Ron: I'm gonna get you for this!
Kim: Two weeks to jacket! Two weeks to jacket!
Ned: Not enough lettuce. Too much salsa. And don't get me started on those beans! Notice how he sculpts the freeholees, evoking the majesty of a Mayan temple!
Ron: Really? You think?
Ned: You are ready for burrito folding.
Ron: Right on!
Ned: Possible, I'm putting you on cheese duty! Even you can push a button!
Ned: Think you can handle that?
Kim: Mission Possible. I can get through this! Two weeks to jacket. Two weeks to jacket. What up, Wade?
Wade: I've scanned all recent satellite photos. But there's no sign of the stolen laser drill.
Kim: It must be hidden.
Ned: Playing video games on the job is not SOP. I'm docking your pay an hour!
Kim: Two weeks and one hour to jacket!
Ron: Hmmm-hmmm, the beef goes over here, chicken over...
Ned: Multi tasking? Excellent, Stoppable!
Ron: Just doing my job, Ned.
Kim: Hello? Kim to Ron! You didn't even want this job!
Ron: I didn't know what I wanted, Kim! I was lost, adrift in the wilderness. But that was then. Now I belong. I belong to Bueno Nacho! Yo amo este lugar!
Ron: 58, your order's great! 59, looking fine! 60... your food's ready.
Kim: Go, Wade.
Wade: Check this out. Highly unusual.
Kim: What are you doing?
Ron: Kimbo..Icx nay on the kimmunicator, the nacho cheese needs some love.
Kim: Ron, we might have a lead on Drakken. Drakken, nachos! I'm gonna have to go with Drakken.
Ron: Well, that kind of tude is narrowing the race from employee of the month!
Kim: The race is between you and you.
Both: Sometime I feel like I don't know you anymore.
Kim: Rufus! Cheese!
Kim: Want more?
Kim: Even you can push a button, right?
Kim: Good little naked mole rat!
Kim: Sorry, Wade. The employee of the month cut us off.
Wade: Seismic activity in Wisconsin.
Kim: Quake in the Midwest?! Major red flag!
Wade: It gets weirder. The epicenter is the world's biggest Cheese Wheel.
Kim: Let me try something. A police report from the Cheese Wheel Mall shows a break-in at the Club Banana store.
Wade: I don't get the connection.
Kim: Only one thing was stolen. A leather jacket. Green leather. Shego!
Kim: Ned, I've got to switch shifts. Something suddenly came up.
Kim: What's with you?
Ned: Go ask your new boss!
Kim: New boss?!
Ron: Corporate love the naco!
Kim: Oh, really?!
Ron: They see big things in my futura.
Kim: Good for you. Now let's go. Drakken's in Wisconsin.
Ron: But your shift isn't over!
Kim: Ron, an evil whacko is in the Dairy State with a giant laser drill! I'm going. And I was hoping you'd come with.
Ron: To be your sidekick? That's this is all about, isn't it? You just can't stand that I'm better than you at something!
Kim: You wouldn't even have this stupid job if I didn't fill out your application!
Ron: Kim, we could argue all day but it's not gonna get this floor mopped.
Kim: Mop it yourself, boss! And find a new nacho-drone! I quit!
Ron: Yeah? Well, find a new sidekick! What are you looking at? I want that floor to sparkle!
Kim: Mom, reassure me. I just had a fight with Ron. He was all high-horse cos I bailed on work and I really need to stop Drakken. But Ron thinks I quit because I can't take
him being good at something which would be way pathetic.
Mrs. Dr P: I need a suture here.
Kim: Mom, do you have me on speaker?
Mrs. Dr P: Sorry honey, I got both hands in a 52-year-old male's temporal lobe.
Mrs. Dr P: Gotta go, honey. See you at dinner. Dad's picking up nacos.
Kim: I can't tell you how much I appreciate this, Mr. Parker.
Mr. Parker: After the way you saved my crop-dusting business, I'm only too happy to help.
Kim: No big! Going organic was a total no-brainer.
Mr. Parker: Get ready! Now!
Kim: Funky! A cheese-covered building.
Guide: Many people assume that this is a cheese-covered building. In fact, this marvel of dairy-product architecture is 100 percent pure Wisconsin Swiss. Hey, look! Who cut the cheese? I know. I know.
Kim: OK, points for bizarre hiding place! Wade, get this! I'm inside the Cheese Wheel!
Wade: Which surprisingly is not a cheese-covered building. It's 100 percent Wisconsin Swiss.
Kim: So I've heard. Drakken's got the whole mad-scientist lair thing here. They love the high ceilings!
Wade: Kim, look in your pack.
Kim: A hairdryer? I'm more of a towel-off type.
Wade: It only looks like a hairdryer.
Kim: Hey! You rock, Wade!
Drakken: Increase the drill's power! I want to reach that magma!
Shego: Welcome, Kimmie. May I take your coat?
Kim: You already did!
Shego: Don't worry, it'll look better on me.
Shego: Face it, pumpkin. Fashion isn't the only thing in which I'm a step ahead. Comfy?
Kim: Not particularly.
Drakken: Well, well. Kim Possible! How nice to see you again. Especially now that you're helpless to stop me! Shall I tell you my plan? It's quite impressive.
Kim: You're using the world's most powerful laser drill to tap into the molten magma deep beneath the earth's crust.
Drakken: Hah! That's phase one. In phase two, which you did not guess, my Mag-machine will melt the entire state of Wisconsin. Which I will then rebuild and rename...
Kim: You're so conceited.
Drakken: I'll take that as a compliment. Shego, how long?
Shego: The alarm will go off when we hit magma.
Drakken: You see! Any second now I will strike swiftly and without mercy!
Shego: Actually, make it more like half hour.
Drakken: Fine! Whatever. In roughly 30 minutes Wisconsin will surrender to me and the kingdom of Drakkenville will be born! Say it with me. Drakkenville. Doesn't that have a nice ring to it?
Ron: Step it up, Ned. These customers have been waiting for over 30 seconds. 33. 34. Andale!
Ned: Here, have a muy bueno day!
Ron: Welcome to Bueno Nacho. May I take your order?
Wade: Ron! It's Wade!
Ron: Wade, where are you?
Wade: Not important. Kim's in trouble. She found Drakken at inside giant Cheese Wheel but I lost contact. She needs help. Your help.
Ned: Well, well, well. Looks like you've got a choice to make, Stoppable! What's more important? Your sacred duty as assistant manager or your role as goofy sidekick?
Ron: Well, that's no choice at all. I guess it's time to say buenos noches, Bueno Nacho.
Drakken: Don't bother. The Midwest is about to receive a molten calling card from Dr. Drakken. Shego! I'm still waiting!
Shego: So read a magazine. I'm working!
Drakken: Excuse me. I have to make a scene.
Ron: Question, is this a kind of cheese-covered building?
Guide: You know you would be surprising how many people think that.
Drakken: Can't you drill any faster? I've built an entire army of evil robots in the time it's taken you to penetrate the earth's crust!
Ron: Everything's OK, Kim.
Kim: I'm here to save the day!
Shego: Hi. Is that tie clip-on?
Ron: Guess that wasn't much of a plan.
Kim: Not as great as your Bueno Nacho bathroom-break chart.
Ron: I gooned on assistant-manager power. You were right.
Kim: I did resent your superior burrito technique. You're entitled to excel. Forgive me?
Ron: Duh! Forgive me?
Drakken: Aw! That's so sweet. Friends again just in time to be fried in magma!
Ron: Remind me again why I rushed over.
Shego: The drill's into the magma!
Drakken: About time. Activate the Mag-machine!
Ron: That would be so cool if it wasn't gonna hurt us.
Drakken: show-time, deploy the barrow and activate the magma pump
Kim: Rufus, push the button.
Kim: Ron, get to the laser drill. I'll take care of Shego.
Ron: Great plan! What exactly is the plan again?
Kim: Ron, you're the genius who invented the naco! You've got a building made of cheese here. Get creative.
Ron: It will be my masterpiece.
Both: Be careful.
Kim: Jinx. You owe me soda.
Drakken: They've escaped!
Shego: No! Really?
Drakken: The buffoon is nothing. Find Kim Possible.
Shego: Lesson time, princess.
Kim: With that trendy coat weighing you down? I'm thinking not.
Drakken: Here comes the magma! Muhaahaha!
Ron: Rufus, this is a precision instrument. Incredibly complex. Better mess with everything.
Drakken: Hmmm. Oh? Stop him!
Ron: Angle adjustment. Hmmm.
Drakken: Ah-hah! Eat magma Milwaukee! Why isn't Milwaukee eating magma? Please do not tell me that this place is actually made of cheese! I thought it was a cheese-covered building!
Guide: Oh golly, no! You'd be surprised blugh....
Ron: Ah! Kim!
Ron: KP! Huh!
Drakken: This... is not... over,... Kim Possible!
Shego: ( Muffled sounds )
Kim: Drakken's plan is so foiled.
Ron: Oh, it's over. I call it bad-guy concesso.
Ron: What's wrong, KP? You won.
Kim: Very happy, really.
Ron: You don't sound happy.
Kim: OK, I know this is beyond shallow but I saved the world and I'm no closer to owning that Club Banana jacket!
Ron: Maybe. Maybe not.
Ron: its no big deal. My naco bonus was way bueno.
Kim: You are too sweet! I love it! Thanks!
Ron: Dude, what are you wearing?!
Ned: Somebody left this picture over the cheese machine. And I just had to have it. Viva me!
Ron: Exchange it?
Kim: Oh, yeah!