Tick Tick Tick

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Kim: Excuse me! In a hurry! Sorry!
Boy: Agh!
Kim: Come on! Come on! Print for Kim! Good! Good!
Ron: What is this?! I downloaded cheat codes for steel-toe cyber slam! Today Ron Stoppable defeats the boss of level six!
Kim: Ron, I have like 30 seconds to print my history paper!
Ron: Uh-oh! Paper jam.
Kim: Term-paper jam, Ron!
Ron: Nothing a naked-mole-rat service call can't fix. Rufus! Emergency!
Rufus: Ahh!
Kim: Ron!
Ron: Rufus can program a VCR, Kim. I think he can handle this.
Rufus: Yeah!
Ron: Oh, Kim of little faith.
Kim: No, way! The hairless freak did it?
Rufus: Agh!
Kim: This is fantastic! It's all here. The paper, footnotes, bibliography, Rufus... Rufus?! Ghaa! I cannot be late!
Kim: Oof!
Barkin: Going somewhere, Miss Possible?
Kim: Mr. Barkin. I-I-I'm, er...
Barkin: Tardy. Third time this month, yes?
Kim: Maybe. I'm not sure.
Barkin: I am. Looks like I'll be seeing you after school.
Kim: At cheerleading practice?
Barkin: At detention, Possible!
Kim: Detention?!
Mr. Dr P: Jim, Tim, no airborne vegetables at the table. Use the launch pad in the yard.
Mrs. Dr P: Kimmie, you haven't eaten a nibble. Something wrong?
Kim: Mom, you're a brain surgeon, Dad's a rocket
scientist. What am I? Detention girl!
Mrs. Dr P: Detention?!
Mr. Dr P: A Possible has never had detention. Except your brothers, but they're little monkeys.
Mrs. Dr P: Do you wanna tell us what happened, Kimmie?
Kim: I was a little late to class. It was no big... unless you're Mr. Three Strikes Barkin!
Mr. Dr P: Sounds like your Mr. Barkin is tough but fair.
Kim: Dad, I'm a cheerleader. We don't do detention!
Mrs. Dr P: Really? Who does do detention?
Kim: I don't know. Other kids. Ones who break the rules.
Mr. Dr P: Like you did.
Kim: Do I have the right to remain silent?
Mrs. Dr P: The hospital!
Mr. Dr P: The propulsion lab!
Kim: It's the Kimmunicator. What up, Wade?
Wade: Kim! Got a hit on your website from the Amazon.
Kim: The Amazon?!
Wade: I set you up with Gustavo for a ride.
Kim: Gustavo? From the flood. Oh, I remember him.
Wade: Pack your insect repellent.
Mrs. Dr P: South America?!
Mr. Dr P: On a school night?!
Mrs. Dr P: OK. But finish your peas first.
Kim: You're tough but fair.
Kim: Thanks for the lift, Gustavo.
Gustavo: After you rescued my village from the flood last year, Kim Possible, I only wish I could do more.
Kim: No big! It was just like swim practice.
Ron: Except the Middleton high pool doesn't have piranhas.
Wade: OK, Kim. I can stream you the tape from the security camera now.
Kim: Please and thank you.
Wade: This is the lab of Professor Acari.
Kim: Rewind and freeze, Wade! Who is she? She's good. Is that necessary?!
Ron: Oh, yeah. Every drop counts when you're 1,000 miles away from free refills.
Ron: Wait up, Kim! Agh!
Rufus: Oof!
Ron: What's that sound?! Bugs or birds. Something's on my leg. Something is on my leg!!
Rufus: Weeeeeeeeee! Oof!
Ron: Rufus!
Rufus: Huh?
Kim: We're here. Professor Acari's lab.
Acari: Kim Possible, thank goodness!
Ron: I'd get someone out to spray your yard. Got a real insect... problem.
Ron: little help?
Acari: Oh, don't be frightened, Legs. Kim Possible has come to help us.
Kim: What exactly was stolen, Professor?
Acari: That's why I called you. I don't know. The gang's all here.
Ron: Hm-hm. Hm-hm. apropos screensaver. Wh-Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Kim: Screensaver. No screensaver. What's on your computer?
Acari: Oh, well, it's a very experimental... My project! No! They took my tick!
Ron: Ahhhhhh!Bad summer-camp memories.
Young Ron: Ahhhhhh!
Ron: Camp Wannaweep. My scalp was a 24-hour bloodsucker buffet.
Rufus: Urgh!
Acari: This tick was not alive.
Ron: Don't play me, Prof!
Acari: On the disc was a digital blueprint for a cyber-genetic tick that would be virtually identical to the real thing.
Kim: So you designed a robot tick?
Acari: Precisely.
Ron: Question. Why?
Acari: I have a lot of time on my hands.
Kim: Who would need a robot tick?
Shego: Ahhh! Oof! Ever considered a normal door?
Darkken: Did you get it?
Shego: I got it! Don't know why you'd want it but I got it.
Darkken: My plan will reveal itself in due course, Shego. (Sings) Who wants to build a robot tick? I do! I do!
Shego: Uaa... Doctor Drakken, you know you said that out loud, don't you?
Darkken: Blast!
Kim: Go, Wade. I don't have much time.
Wade: Oh, Cheerleading practice?
Kim: Detention.
Wade: Cheerleaders don't get detention.
Kim: Can we just get back to the case?!
Wade: OK. Look. I took that freeze-frame from the security camera. Her name is Shego. She?s wanted in 11 countries.
Ron: Make that 12. Grrr.
Rufus: Grrr.
Kim: So not your type. Ich!
Barkin: Possible! Snap to! Its 1500 hours!
Ron: She has to do 1,500 hours?! Let the time fit the crime, Mr. B!
Barkin: You want a piece of this, Stoppable?!
Ron: Pass. Remember, Kim, chocolates as good as cash in there. And don't look anyone in the eyes.
Barkin: Possible, meet Vinnie and Big Mike.
Vinnie: Sup, cheerleader!
Big Mike: Hey.
Junior: Is this the assembly?
Barkin: Detention, Junior! Sit down!
Junior: Whoa! What's a cheerleader doing in detention?!
Kim: Waiting for it to be over.
Barkin: Stupid clock's busted again!
Kim: Oh, I'm doomed! What?!
Junior: Never been this close to a cheerleader. Your skin is so smooth and zit-free, like a baby's bottom.
Kim: Ewe!
Kim: Oops, sorry, Big Mike.
Barkin: Quiet, people! This is detention not a pep rally!
Rufus: (making random noises)
Barkin: What's that?! Vermin, mole, creepy.
Junior: Urgh! That ain't right.
Big Mike: Ahhhhhhh!
Barkin: Want some of this?! Hyah! Come on, freak! Let's dance! Hyah!
Ron: KP!
Barkin: Hyah!
Kim: What could it be, Mr. Barkin?
Barkin: Probably busted out of the science lab. Genetic mutation. When will they stop?! When!?
Kim: Maybe we better get out of here.
Barkin: Alright. Evacuate mutant-infested location.
Kim: Yes!
Barkin: Go! Go! Go!
Kim: Thank you, Ron! Much needed bail-out.
Ron: Credit where credit is due.
Rufus: Hee-hee-he Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!
Kim: You don't know what it's like there. It's the meeting of lifetime losers' club.
Ron: Yeah. Hey, I've been in detention!
Kim: Oh. Wade, got anything on our mystery thief?
Wade: I scanned air-traffic records in the area. There was this small jet of suspicious origin.
Kim: Destination?
Wade: Just a little private island in the Caribbean.
Kim: So villains'-lair country.
Wade: And local legend says... the island is haunted.
Rufus: Oh, haunted! Uh-oh!
Kim: haunted Island? Keep out "meddling kids"? Please!
Wade: Oh, I almost forgot. Check your backpack.
Ron: New toys?! Gravy!
Kim: It's my backpack!
Ron: I need to familiarize myself with the equipment. Like this high-tech... Lipstick?
Wade: Actually that's not ordinary lipstick.
Ron: ooo! Is it fruit-flavored? Ahh!
Wade: Elastic-constricting agent.
Kim: My compact! I've been looking for this!
Ron: What does that do?!
Kim: It's small a mirror, that arouse me to check my face. Come on, Ron. Let's jet!
Shego: Intruder alert!
Darkken: Can't hear you, intruder alert too loud!
Shego: Intruder alert too loud!
Ron: Ahhhhhh!
Darkken: I have heard of you. The world famous teen hero, Kim Possible.
Shego: And her... chum.
Ron: Did she have to say chum?
Darkken: And surely you know of my work.
Kim: Sorry.
Darkken: Think for a minute. It'll come to you. I'm a genius.
Kim: I really don't know...
Darkken: Doctor... Doctor D... Doctor Dra... Drak... Doctor Drakken! Drakken!
Kim: Doctor Drakken.
Darkken: Ah-ha! I see my reputation precedes me!
Kim: You have something that doesn't belong to you, Doctor... um... What was it again?
Ron: Doctor, he said it was, er, duh, something.
Darkken: Enough chitchat! My pets are famished. Perhaps you two could stay...
Kim: For lunch?
Darkken: I wasn't going to say that.
Ron: Oh dude, you were so for lunch!
Darkken: Argh, yes! Then, stay for lunch!
Kim and Ron: Ahhhhh!
Ron: Why not otters?! I wouldn't mind dropping into a tank of otters! They're fun.
Ron and Rufus: Waaaaaaaah!
Rufus: Ahh! Oof!
Ron: Rufus!
Rufus: Aaagh!
Darkken: I'll wager that you are wondering how I can use a robot tick in my evil scheme, aren't you, Shego?
Shego: I'm sorry, what?
Darkken: When I join the robot tick to a nano-explosive of my own brilliant design...
Shego: Nano? What's nano?
Darkken: Nano. Tiny. Mini.
Shego: Why didn't you just say mini, then?
Darkken: Because nano sounds about 100 times better. That's why. Once the nano-tick attaches to a victim, he or she will be at my mercy.
Shego: And they'll bow to your will or...?
Darkken: Kaboom! Yes. Imagine the possibilities. It is my time at last, for the kids used to tease me in gym! Little...!
Kim: OK, so we're definitely putting this guy in the mad-scientist category.
Ron: Mad angry or mad crazy?
Shego: What do you think?!
Darkken: Look at this! Why do I even bother with the sharks?!
Ron: Remote-controlled lasers. I'll handle this. ...I got nothing. Kim?
Darkken: No! No, no, no!
Shego: Chain reaction! Ahhhhhhh!
Darkken: Ahhh!
Kim: Ron! Move!
Ron: Ahhhhhhh!
Kim: Oh, erm, er... Hi, there, Big Mike.
Big Mike: Cheerleader.
Ron: Yo, Big Mike!
Ron: I just can't connect with Big Mike the way you do.
Kim: I do not connect with him, or any of those detention guys!
Ron: oh, sure, you're an only short-timer but you're one of them now.
Kim: So not!
Ron: So so!
Kim: I am not one of them! I am a cheerleader. They mean nothing to me, I mean nothing to them! See you after
practice!
Ron: Kim, it's a good thing! Nobody messes with them! You got street cred! Man, gotta get me some of that.
Kim: Hey, Wade, what's the sitch?
Wade: I've got Professor Acari on line for you.
Kim: Oh, put him through.
Acari: Oh, thank you, Kim Possible.
Kim: You're welcome, Professor. Well, I've got practice, so I better zoom. Later.
Kim: Ready? OK! Bring it on!
Bonnie: Um, Kim...
Barkin: I know about the naked mole rat. Cute. Very cute. Junior, Vinnie and Big Mike are looking forward to seeing you again, Possible. That's detention! Right now!
Bonnie: Detention?! Kim, maybe no-one's informed you, but we don't get detention.
Darkken: My one-and-only nano-tick... destroyed!
Shego: Grow up! Your nano-tick's OK.
Darkken: Don't kid a kidder, Shego.
Shego: I've got a lock on the signal but... this is the wired part, the nano-tick is at a high school.
Darkken: Oh! Kim Possible!
Kim: Junior, Vinnie, Big Mike, what are you staring at?!
Junior: Cheerleader, you got a zit.
Vinnie: Cheerleaders don't get zits!
Junior: Oh, well then, maybe it's a tiny explosive device.
Kim: Huh?! Drakkens nano-tick! Oh, great. Mr. Barkin, I gotta go!
Barkin: Not this time, Possible! No excuses, no exit!
Kim: Sorry, emergency!
Vinnie: Check it out! Cheerleader's got some moves.
Barkin: Nobody escapes my detention! Possible, you're going down!
Ron: I talked to Wade! He figures Drakken can track that exploding robot tick thing.
Kim: For once let Wade be wrong!
Darkken: I want my nano-tick!
Kim: Wade's never wrong.
Barkin: Possible!
Junior and Vinnie: Oh, busted!
Kim: This helps.
Ron: Don't worry, KP, we are out of here!
Kim: I'm doomed.
Darkken: That nano-tick is my evil technology and I want it back!
Shego: Hey, Doctor D, you gotta get a grip.
Darkken: A beep, is it a good beep?!
Shego: The tracker's locked on your bug.
Darkken: Oooh, beep on, sweet machine, beep on...
Shego: Can you not be weird, please?
Kim: Looks bad. He's got some ray-thingy.
Ron: What kind of ray-thingy?!
Darkken: Gravatomic!
Ron: Hang on! Denied!
Darkken: Stupid gratomic ray!
Shego: OK, why don't you drive? I'll do the gravatomic.
Darkken: It's my weapon, I invented it, so I get to wield it!
Shego: Wield away.
Barkin: The subject is northbound on a scooter, being pursued by an aerial craft of unknown design and origin firing...
Junior: Who are you talking to?
Barkin: During a pursuit, never distract the driver!
Junior: Look out, dude! The flying guy's firing some kind of...Beam!
Barkin: Hang on!
Vinnie: Oh, man! That's gravatomic!
Kim: Ron, U-turn.
Ron: Huh? Oh! Gotta save your boys!
Shego: Ooh, we got her boys!
Kim: They're not my boys!
Darkken: Huh?
Darkken: Agh!
Kim: Ahhhh!
Kim: Oof!
Kim: Yah!
Junior: Oh, yeah, gravinatromic.
Drakken and Shego: Aaaaaagh!
Shego: You! Yeah, you don't touch anything!
Kim: What makes you think we're safe in here?
Ron: I don't think we're safe anywhere, but chases make me hungry. Jimeritos?
Kim: No thanks. I'm trying to focus on the thing on my nose that's gonna blow me up!
Darkken: If you just tell me what to do, I could do it!
Shego: What did we agree on?
Darkken: I don't touch anything?
Shego: Yeah!
Darkken: I could have done that.
Shego: But can you do this?! Kim Possible has something that belongs to us!
Kim: Guess what? I don't want it!
Shego: It's on you? What, like stuck?
Kim: Hello! It's not a nose ring!
Darkken: Take her whole nose if you have to!
Shego: Works for me! Yah! Hyah!
Kim: Get Wade on the Kimmunicator! There's got to be a way to get this thing off!
Shego: Allow me!
Wade: Ron, how's Kim?
Shego: Aaargh!
Ron: Wade wants to know how are you doing, Kim!
Kim: Fair!
Ron: Fair.
Shego: Hyah!
Barkin: Hey!
Junior: See, this is why I never come here, dude.
Darkken: Shego has failed! But she never fails! No!
Computer: Detonation-sequence activated.
Darkken: Uh-oh!
Kim: Oh, no!
Darkken: Aaagh! Get me out of here!
Vinnie: Cheerleader's noses gonna blow!
Junior: That's weird.
Wade: You can't disarm it that small. We gotta get the nano-tick to let go. Ooh, there must be some way to burn the circuits.
Ron: This calls for the most dangerous chemical known to modern man. Diablo Sauce, stat!
Rufus: Huh? Yikes!
Shego: Drop the hot sauce and step away from the nose! Ahhhh!
Kim: Er,... wow.
Big Mike: Nobody messes with us... right, Kim?
Kim: Er... yeah. R-Right, Big Mike.
Ron: Make nice later. Right now let's flick this tick.
Ron: Easy... Easy... That's right, you squeal all you want. I gotcha. Almost... there.
Darkken: E-E-Er, how do you...?! Waaah!
Ron: The tick... is in the straw. The tick is in the straw! The tick is in the straw! What do I do?! What do I do?!
Darkken: Ahhhhhh! Aaargh!
Darkken: You think you're all that! But you're not!
Ron: Situation...
Kim: Resolved.
Barkin: Not quite. Say what you want about me but Steve Barkin is...
Kim: Tough but fair. I know.
Barkin: Detention is supposed to be a punishment! A time of quiet suffering!
Ron: You didn't count on the Kim-factor.
Big Mike: I like sparkles.
Junior: I'm next, dude!
Vinnie: Hey, man, I'm next!
Kim: Guys, what do we do?
Both: Take turns.
Kim: Right!