Kim Possible

Robot Tom

(The scene begins on the grounds of Fort Protection, a military base outside of San Francisco. A group of murmuring reporters and cameraman watch as a grizzled general marches to the podium. Two of them seem slightly out of place in the crowd, the first has a blue face and is wearing a large hat while the second is wearing a trenchcoat even though it is a hot day; we can see a black boot underneath the hem. Behind him, there is a large statue covered with a sheet.)

General Birdseye

Attention! (Everybody turns and stares at him.) Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to welcome you to Fort Protection, the newest military base in the United States. At ease (All relax and take out their pencils and cameras, flashbulbs popping) Now, now, I know you're all anxious to see what's under the sheet behind me, but if you'll give me a few seconds to explain, I'm sure I can save ten questions. Since our army has had to rely on youngsters to get the job done, both here and overseas, the big brains at the Pentagon felt it was time to usher in a new era: a era where our forces would be more evenly balanced and base security would become tighter, where a man would not be required to be on duty till the first horn tooted at the crack of dawn.

(As he speaks, we see a flashback wherein the general as a younger man leans on his rifle during guard duty, and is awoken by the blown horn.)

General

Will you be quiet, cadet? I'm trying to sleep.

(As the general looks away, the reporters begin to murmur again. Realizing that he has lost his audience, General Birdseye takes out a whistle.)

General Birdseye

I hope I got your attention back. (Snide) It doesn't work at all on those mangy privates. (Birdseye walks over to the statue, grabs the curtain lash and pulls it, revealing a large bulky metallic being.) Ladies and Gentlemen, the future of military security, T.O.M. 2003! Once we get the patent, the Pentagon will send these to our boys wherever they may be. (One reporter, a nervous young fellow with glasses, raises his hand.) Yes, my boy?

Reporter

W-What exactly does T.O.M. mean?

General Birdseye

I'm glad you asked me that, son. When we created him, we put in every kind of weapon or defense you can think of: Rockets, tear Gas, nerve gas, lasers, artificial muscles, Force field, Reflector beam, his CPU is filled wit- (Drakken and Shego take advantage and, after many bumps, reach the robot, hiding behind it.

Reporter

Sir, I-I just wants what that acronym means.

General

Oh. Sorry about that, ladies and gentlemen, I get carried away sometimes. (Coughs) Anyway, T.O.M. means Total Obliteration Machine; he is designed for every possible situation. (A loud laugh breaks the air as Drakken and Shego come from behind T.O.M., and climb onto the robot, Darken attaching a prong-shaped antenna to it, bringing it to life.)

Darken

Really? T.O.M., from now on, you will obey only me.( The robot's eyes glow as it comes to full power.)

T.O.M.

I will obey only you.

Drakken

Good.. To my sanctum, at once. ( T.O.M. activates his rocket boots, increasing his flight speed. Darken turns his head and sees Shego, who is in T.O.M.'S right hand, looks a little green.) Shego?!

Shego

I think I'm going to be sick.

Drakken

Not yet! Not until the world is mine! HAAAA!

To Be Continued..