Chapter 1
Snowy suburbs of Toronto. "Ron Stoppable is dating a high schooler?" Four twenty-somethings lounge around a small kitchen table. Felix Renton, 25, shaggy hair, Canadian cowboy chic. "Really? Is she hot?" Kim Possible, 22, cute, bitter, sweatshirt with a zipper. "How old are you now, Ron? Like twenty-eight?" "I'm not playing your little games." "So you've been out of high school for like, 13 years and – "I'm twenty-two. Twenty –two!" "And you're dating a high school girl? Not bad, not bad." Young Will, 20, simple mind, layered T-Shirts. "Like, did you guys 'do it" yet?" Ron Stoppable, 22, fresh faced and charmingly cocky with an unruly adorable mop of hair. "We have
done many things. We ride the bus. We have meaningful conversions about how yearbook club went and about her friends and, um… you know… drama." "Yeah, okay, have you even kissed her?" "We almost held hands once, but then she got embarrassed." "Well. Aren't you pleased as punch?" "So, what's her name?" Pleased as punch. "Yori Chau. She's Chinese." Under his breath. "Chinese…" Young Will pauses his Nintendo DS. "Wicked! How'd you meet her?" "I believe I mentioned the bus?" Ron Stoppable prepare to tell an amazing story: Yori, 17, cute and innocent with clothes to match, sits next to her mother. Mother Chau, 45, demanding. "You are seventeen year old! Time to get interested in boy!" "Mom!" Yori drops her bag, books scatter everywhere. "You drop book." Yori crouches down to pick up her books, grumbling. "Hey…" Yori looks up to see the cute and gallant Ron Stoppable holding her books. RON STOPPABLE, 22 YEARS OLD, RATING: AWESOME. Stars appears in Yoir's eyes. Ron grins heroically. Ron winks at Yori. Back in the kitchen, everyone looks at Ron… "That seriously the end of the story?" "Yes. It is." Young Will un pauses his Nintendo DS.
"So when do we get to meet her" "Oh please. Let it be soon." DINGY DONGI! "That's for me." An eager Yori stands outside. Ron smiles broadly. "You promise to be good?" "Of course I'll be good!" "No, really. Please be good." "Am I normally not?" Felix Renton comes to the door and peers through. "Oh, hey Yori, this is Felix Renton. He's the talent." "Hey." Renton shouts the door on a confused Yori. "Is she gonna geek out on us?" "She'll just sit in the corner, man." "I mean, I want her to geek out on us." "She'll geek. She geeks. She has the capacity to geek." Felix Renton quickly opens the door and waves Yori in. "You're good." Yori enters, looking around the rehearsal pad with awe: Bare bulb, ratty rug, drums, guitar, bass, LAME BRAND amps. "Wow." "Yori, that's Kim. Lemmme get your coat." Ron throws Yori's coat on the floor. Yori
waves. Hi, sorry what was your name?" "Kim." "You play the drums?" Kim sitting behind the drum set, sticks in her hands. "…yes." "That is so awesome." "Yori that's Young Will." "Hi. What do you play?" "Uh, wow…Zelda…Tetris…that's kind of a big question." Yori stares blankly at Young Will, who finally gets it. "Oh. I'm not in the band. I just live here." Sex Bob-Omb has geared up. Amps hum to life. "Let's start with Launch Pad Mcquack." "That's not the actual title of the- "WE ARE SEX BOB-OMB! 1-2-3-4!" Kim bashes the kit and Sex Bob-Omb explode into rock!
RON STOPPABLE VS THE WORLD
The small rehearsal space seems to grow with the music. Felix Renton barks unintelligible lyrics. Yori watches jaw a jar. The song ends. "You guys…are so…amazing.